It doesn't matter what mood they are in.

Now if you want to get the surveillance video, you have to accompany Tyson.

One by one, quickly put on the gloves.

As for the protective gear, sorry, the guy on stage is not allowed to wear it.

The old boy leaning on the rope looked at the people below with a smile, but when he saw Ethan's terrifying muscles, he chuckled in his heart.

But he quickly put his mind at ease, just ordinary people.

The neck is not thick, and there are no wrestling ears, it should be a fitness person, nothing special.

"Your injuries?"

Horstead and Ethan clenched their fists and asked nervously, "There won't be a problem, right?" ”

"It's fine."

Ethan shook his head.

Just now I was just lazy, and the slap I was slapped by the tiger quickly eased up.

To have the opportunity to fight boxing with Tyson, although it is the old Tyson, but he is also eager to try, this kind of opportunity is not easy to find, life in the world is not to experience all kinds of new and fun things!

Thinking of this, he showed his white teeth.

After some discussion just now, or rather the decision of rock-paper-scissors, Alan was the first to fight with a sad face.

"Come on."

"Give him something awesome."

The sparse sound of encouragement stopped abruptly as the little fat man's body trembled a few times.

A few easy jabs with a left hook.

Alan slammed into the ring.

It hurts.

His tears slid down his eyes and he looked at the ceiling aggrievedly, this was the first time he had been beaten today!

It can be seen that Tyson's men are merciful.

Its main purpose is to teach these people a lesson.

Otherwise, Alan would have been knocked unconscious with one punch.

Horsted and Atwater have faced each other, they are both in good physical condition, and they have also trained in the Matador Boxing Club for a long time, and they are not as ugly as the little fat man.

At least a few tricks back and forth.

Tyson wasn't in a hurry to knock out, and after slamming the two people as if they were playing, he punched them over.

It is not easy for someone to stand at the top of any industry.

Despite being retired for more than ten years.

But that sense of battle still easily abused Atwater and Horstead.

Although the former was punched several times, he was not unhappy at all, but grinned happily, which made Tyson inexplicable for a while, and the other party would not have any special attributes.

"Boss, I'll leave it to you."

Horstead leaned against the rope and gasped and shouted, "Come on, hold on a little longer, and give our intelligence team some face." ”

Smiling, Ethan throbbed slightly.

Feel the bounce of the ring.

Staring at the eyes of the black beast opposite, his adrenal hormones were secreting wildly, and the whole person was also extremely awake.

"Boss, hold on!"

Atwater clutched his stomach and crawled to the side, cheering loudly.

"Bols, intelligence group?"

Tyson shook his head from side to side and asked curiously, "Are you some strange organization?" ”

"Chicago Police."

Alan kept snorting, and some words blurted out: "Standing in front of you is a sheriff, Mr. Tyson, and this is your chance to make a big deal." ”

Hearing this, Tyson's eyes lit up.

To the naked eye, he was visibly excited, and it was obvious that he was much more serious than he had just been.

The police.

The quintessential power occupation in the United States.

Its people will still feel quite excited about being able to beat up a strip in a reasonable and legal way, and our boxer Mr. is no exception.

"Sheriff."

The hook tattoo on Tyson's face was even more hideous: "I think I'm going to enjoy the next moments." ”

"Oh my God."

Ethan twisted his waist and hips, waved his hand, and said, "Give this big mouth a beating, don't be polite." ”

“NO！”

Alan realized that he had lost his words, and quickly flipped off the ring and ran to the side.

At this time, no one went after him.

"Bump."

In the ring, the gloves of the two collided heavily.

One-touch to part.

Ethan took a few steps back and looked at the other party warily.

Footsteps, shoulders and eyes.

Except for the other party's eyes, which seemed slightly excited, everything else seemed to him to be particularly flawed.

But that's exactly what happened.

Ethan was even more jealous.

The guy on the other side was Mike Tyson.

"Ding~"

The black top hat smiled happily and slapped the copper bell next to him with one palm.

As soon as the voice sounded, Tyson's momentum rose.

The classic swing attack is fast, that is, in the blink of an eye, it bursts in front of Ethan, and a left hook whistles.

In the face of attacks of this magnitude.

Ethan quickly backed away.

He used to fight UFC fighters once, but that time he was aiming for his life, and he was a dead hand, and now he is playing boxing, so he is a little shrunken.

Usual means.

Actions such as hitting the vital point and strangling cannot be used.

You can only adapt to the rhythm of the other party first.

Despite his age, Tyson is still very ruthless, his red gloves swaying from side to side, and he will attack from any angle at any time.

The ring is so big.

Ethan's dodge route was completely expected by the opponent, and he struck wildly with a jab.

"Bang."

A heavy blow swept to the ribs.

It felt like someone had been hit with a hammer, and Ethan snorted as he continued to dodge.

"Come on."

Atwater slapped the table and cheered himself on.

"Bang bang."

The consequence of the cheering was to take a few more punches.

Ethan raised his arms like two doors to block the other's heavy fists, and his feet were fast, constantly slipping kites.

No matter how strong the beast is, it is old.

The fifty-year-old boxer is even more old.

As long as he resists the attack in front of the opponent, he still has a chance, so he resisted the desire to attack and looked for the right time.

He's smart, and Tyson isn't stupid.

With a few changes of course, Ethan was forced into the corner of the ring, and heavy punches rained down.

The blocked hands were quickly knocked apart.

"Bang."

A heavy punch landed hard in the face.

Tyson shook his head and staggered back two steps, he looked ahead in surprise, the guy who had been hiding for a long time just punched himself at the same time, this is still a heavy gunner, that kind of strength is very rare.

"Hey~"

Ethan shook off the dizziness and grinned at Tyson.

There's no way to get beaten.

But it is also consuming the opponent's physical strength, this guy has already beaten a few people just now, and now he is chasing and beating hard, and his physical strength has plummeted.

So just a beat slower, I was punched by myself.

The fist is afraid of being less strong.

His ability to resist hits is much higher than that of Tyson at this age, and Ethan rushed forward with a low roar and started a counterattack.

Continuous combination punches are constantly swung, and the arms are hooked up and down, left and right.

Tyson skillfully dodged, easily dodging punches and recovering his strength, but his opponent hit harder and faster.

Although the skills are poor, the speed and strength are still above him.

was forced to have no choice but to follow the bombardment. (End of chapter)