on the highway.

The silver Mercedes swayed from side to side.

This rather ambiguous scene caused passing vehicles to honk their horns from time to time.

But they are strange.

Why is there such a strange combination on the outside of the vehicle.

A guy walked behind and smoked, two sturdy men pushed a cart, and the last little fat man was carefully controlling the steering wheel, and his mouth was whispering from time to time.

"I'm so scared."

"How about a different person, Morgan!"

"God, it's staring at me."

"I've been bitten and need to see an animal doctor or a human doctor?"

"Shut up."

Atwater was out of breath and scolded in a low voice: "Control the direction, turn around and walk a few hundred meters to Tyson's house, you deserve to be bitten!" ”

After resting in the tunnel for a while, they decided to push the cart forward.

It's not far from Tyson's house anyway.

Staying in the tunnel will sooner or later provoke the patrol to come and investigate.

Ethan said that he was injured, so he asked the three guys to push the cart forward, and Alan did not give in, or was forced to take over the task of controlling the steering wheel.

After all, he made it up.

Even if I didn't want to, I could only put my hand in the window and flick the steering wheel from time to time.

The tiger moved slowly in the back row.

Frightened, his heart jumped wildly, for fear that he would also be slapped in the face.

Fortunately, after the initial toss, the effect of the tiger does not seem to have passed, and the spirit seems to be very insufficient, just moving slowly inside.

"My dad's car."

Seeing that the back row was pulled out a few more openings, Alan cried again:

"He's going to kill me."

"Don't worry."

Ethan shifted his shoulders and exhaled a heavy puff of smoke, "Until then, Wendy will kill you first." ”

"Why don't I find it comforting?"

The little fat man looked back depressedly.

"Because it wasn't." Ethan sipped a cigarette and looked at the guy obliquely.

After some tossing, I finally came to Tyson's house.

"Oh my God, look at this big villa." Atwater raised his head and said in surprise: "Didn't you say that this guy has a financial crisis?" Why can you still live in such a luxurious place. ”

After entering the iron gate, they walked along the private road.

All the way to a spacious and luxurious villa, no matter how you look at it, it will cost millions to get it.

"This kind of person, this kind of fame."

Ethan waved his hand and motioned for them to stop the car: "It's easy to make money, just take a commercial performance is your income for a few years, let's go, don't say such things." ”

Go up the steps and ring the doorbell.

Soon, the tall door opened.

"Not bad."

The top hat appeared inside the door and looked at the watch with satisfaction: "You guys are very punctual, where is Mr. Tyson's tiger?" ”

"Whoa."

Horstead gasped and pointed back: "We sacrificed the vehicle and brought it over. ”

"Now you can get the administrator to take you off."

"Sir."

Ethan also asked with a straight face, "Can you let us meet Mr. Tyson?" The surveillance in your home is really important to us. ”

The black top hat swept towards the few people in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Come with me."

"Let's see how Mr. Tyson feels!"

Things didn't seem to be going so well, and several people looked at each other, and reluctantly followed this guy who looked like a housekeeper inside.

Walk past the lavish living room and down the corridor.

"Bang, bang!"

A dull thud sounded.

When Alan heard this voice, he only felt a sore tooth, and recalled the punch he had just been punched in the face.

The black top hat pushed open a door, and his vision suddenly cleared.

It's a small boxing gym.

There was a variety of gym equipment and a standard boxing ring, and Tyson, wearing boxing pants and gloves, was on it, stabbing at a guy with a boxing target.

The years have also not let go of this boxing beast.

The terrifying muscles are long gone.

However, compared to ordinary people, he is still very burly, and the steps on his feet are also very flexible, and he can vaguely see a little shadow of the past.

Atwater's footsteps couldn't help but stop.

Tears in the eye sockets.

He didn't lie, he was really a fan of Tyson, looking at the man in front of him, Da Lao Hei remembered the battle of the gods in 1988, and it only took 91 seconds to beat another heavyweight boxing champion.

Directly knock the other party to retire.

This is Tyson's terrifying combat power at its peak.

Thinking of this, Atwater's fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and he couldn't wait to ask for a photo with the other party immediately.

"Mr. Tyson."

A shout rang out, and the black top hat stopped the other party's daily exercise: "The guys who stole the tiger are here." ”

It's hard to hear, but it's right.

Ethan waved his arm and slammed it on Alan's head again.

The latter bared his teeth and did not dare to speak.

"Bang."

Tyson stopped his movements with a heavy punch on the target, he looked at the clock on the wall and nodded slightly: "Yes, I like punctual guys, you guys arrived a little early, this is even better." ”

"Sorry for the trouble."

Atwater couldn't wait to talk to his idol: "Mr. Tyson, see if you can let us see the surveillance, it's very important!" ”

"I told you so." Tyson knocked the gloves in his hand twice:

"It depends on my mood."

Crystal sweat appeared on the opponent's strong body, and the former boxing king squinted at the four people below: "You just sent my tiger back, but what about the loss caused by this?" ”

"I'll compensate you as it is."

Ethan raised his hand helplessly: "I will leave an address, Mr. Tyson, you can send me the bill." ”

If there is a break in someone else's things.

Compensating for the damage is a matter of course, and it is a very difficult thing for several other people.

I had to take it as a boshi.

"Good."

Tyson nodded with satisfaction: "There is one more thing, my sparring partner can't come over tonight, so I'm not in a very good mood." ”

"You four guys."

He stretched out his thick arm, and swept his fist at the people below one by one: "Be responsible for making my mood better." ”

"Bang."

With that, he smirked and slammed the two gloves together.

The hearts of the four people below trembled together.

Idols, idols.

But Atwater didn't want to be beaten just by beating him, who would dare to underestimate this beast, even though he might only have one or two percent of his previous combat power.

However, his eyes soon lit up.

This is Mike Tyson.

I also confessed to being beaten.

Being able to fight each other is enough to brag about yourself for a lifetime.

Next to him, Horstead also looked eager to try, none of the people in the intelligence group were cowardly, and their competitiveness was stronger than the other, and they felt comfortable being beaten by Tyson.

And they are different.

Alan's legs shook like an electric shock, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh on his face. (End of chapter)