The Legend of the Devil and the Devil (Part I)

A group of stout men walked naked in the blizzard, carrying heavy pine logs on their shoulders, the branches on them were only rough and cut with axes, these logs were at least about 500 catties, but these big men of different skin colors were not very difficult to carry them, slowly moving forward in the thick wind and snow.

Three snowmobiles followed them slowly, and a few guys in thick fur coats drank vodka and stroking their Ak-47s. A guy shouted loudly: "******, these boys are really good, the quality is really good, their mother, it's really ****** good, practice well, they must be good at the moment." ”

The other guy slowly took a sip of vodka and said slowly: "Forget it, I've seen a lot of this kind of people, how many of them can become famous? Even if they are lucky and fight a dozen good punches, they will die in the end... There are only a few real boxing champions in the world, and not all of them have such good luck. ”

A low roar came from afar, and those **** big men raised their heads and looked at the horizon, two tornado-like things were coming close to the ground.

The big men with guns who already had experience laughed: "Don't look, boys, try to get back to camp, the night in Siberia won't be so comfortable, hurry, hurry, maybe you can still catch up with the new fighters, according to the custom, you have to give them a little color." ”

The big men laughed and quickened their pace. Two large military helicopters flew near them close to them, 'quacking' towards the valley between the two peaks. Something was suddenly dropped on a plane, and a sleigh drove over quickly, and the two big men laughed happily: "Brothers, hurry, hurry back to the camp, good vodka, ******, they also brought supplies, hurry, hurry... "The two guys can't hold it back, they have already opened the wine bottle, you and I poured it one by one, and I saw that those **** men were very greedy.

This group of long-distance raiders hastened towards the camp, through the slender valley, is a wide flat land, three more than ten meters high barbed wire fence enclosed a radius of three or four square kilometers, in which more than a dozen horizontal and vertical buildings are dotted in the flat ground, a pair of large men with guns leading wolf dogs to patrol back and forth, on the roof of the building, as usual, there are gunmen holding light machine guns and cautiously looking around.

Here, the Siberian Black Market Boxing Training Camp, a training ground run by unknown people and certain local armies.

The men roared and rushed into the camp, and in the square in front of the four-story building, the tallest building in the camp, they dried themselves, put on their clothes, and jumped with excitement. Several Russians in camouflage uniforms pinched their stopwatches and muttered in a low voice: "Not bad, five minutes earlier than yesterday." Didn't this group of bitches be so excited when they saw the supplies coming?"

The helicopters were hovering in the air, and the training camp did not signal until all the people had gathered, and the two helicopters slowly descended.

The hatch opened, and several uniformed soldiers jumped down and made a bet: "Look, see, who wins this time?"

The leaders of the camps walked over: "Lieutenant colonel, this time it's a few days ahead of schedule. ”

A man in a lieutenant colonel's uniform stepped off the plane slowly, turned around and shouted: "Bastards, come down, you bastards who dream of getting rich, come down... Oh, Shapkov, damn it, there may be hurricanes in the next few days, so we came in advance, damn it, winter in Siberia, it's not a good time. However, it's also time for these guys to work out... Well, a couple of people you asked for also brought. ”

A stout man slowly climbed out of the cabin, carrying his duffel bag in his hand. Shapkov whipped the guy in front of him with a fierce whip: "Dog mongrel, hurry down... Hurry up. ”

The man who had been pumped screamed and pounced on Shapukov, and in a flash, a big man who had just returned to the camp jumped out, and a side kick kicked him in the waist, and with a 'gala', the man flew out screaming, and his entire spine was kicked off from it.

The lieutenant colonel laughed: "Ha, Shapkov, these fighters of yours have trained well, they have only been here for half a year, right? ”

Shapkov looked at the big man who attacked, nodded and said, "Okay, you bastard is very fast, you can go play with the girl tonight, and you can also have a day off tomorrow, it's your reward, give me a back." The big man nodded and retreated to the queue, and the dozen or so big men who had just gotten off the helicopter stood in place with pale faces, the most powerful of them was actually kicked to death, where did they ever think that the difference in strength was so huge.

Shapukov triumphantly walked up to them and shouted: "T**** guys, welcome to Siberian hell." You're either going to die here or you're going to get out alive. If you can pass two years of training and successfully get out alive, you will become the best fighters, you will make a fortune, and there will be countless coquettish girls chasing after your little brother... ”

The whole camp laughed, and Shapukov shook his head and said, "Of course, if you dare to provoke right and wrong, then you will die, understand? Here, in Hell in Siberia, there is no hope, no luck, no mercy... Everything you have belongs to me, against my will, you are dead. ”

The two black boys poked their heads out of the cabin a little shrunken, Shapkov roared, jumped over, and pointed the whip at the two boys: "******, why don't you get out of the plane? Do you look for death? Okay, okay, you look down on me? Don't you? You look down on me, Mr. Shapkov, then, I tell you, you really made a mistake... You guys... ”

The lieutenant colonel laughed lazily: "Dear Shapkov, these two boys are the handymen you are looking for... Ha, from cooks to cleaners, they're all up to it, and oh my God, they're not prep fighters. ”

Shapkov's high raised whip was gently lowered, and the head of the whip tapped on the heads of the two boys, squeezing out a smile: "So, okay, boys, what are you called? Oh, you're welcome, although you are handymen, you are still much more noble than these mongrels, they are garbage, you are our service personnel... Hahaha, I want to show you a little respect. ”

"Phil, sir. ”

"Gore, sir. ”

Shapkov looked at the shriveled bodies of the two boys and frowned: "Lieutenant Colonel, did you fish them out of the African refugees? Damn, they're as thin as a monkey... Okay, Kraft, take the two of them to get a good wash, change into uniforms, and have a full meal. ”

Shapukov stroked his stomach and smiled at the two black boys: "I don't admit that I am a good person, but I must say that it is better for you to touch me than to meet other people... We don't have good people here, but we never treat our own people badly ... Each of you has a salary of three hundred dollars a month, which is enough, right? Also, we take care of your food and shelter and don't let you be bullied, your service period is four years, and after four years, we settle the salary, and you can get out, of course, if you want to stay, some of these awesome guys around you are the same as you, there is food and drink here, although there are fewer girls... ,You haven't grown all your hair.,Do you know what a girl is? It seems that I don't know.。。。 ”

After wasting a lot of saliva, Shapkov kicked Filgol away with a kick that was not light.

The lieutenant colonel applauded softly: "******, Shapukov, you are really a prophet... Those two boys were secretly brought in by our peacekeeping troops, and then they committed an accident, and the Red Cross found the major general, so they had to send them here, and no one dared to come here... The two boys are not bad, quite diligent. Alright, lazy guys, you start unloading... Shapkov, won't you invite me to a drink?"

Shapukov threw away his horsewhip, laughed and walked towards the four-story building with the lieutenant colonel in his arms, and said with a smile: "Of course, I don't have many women here, but I still have two bottles of good wine in my private inventory... A fighter graciously snatched Shapkov's whip and delivered it to him.

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Phil and Cole washed themselves and put on warm leather and camouflage uniforms, and then Kraft gave each of them a hunting knife, and said with a cruel smile: "Beware, if you encounter a Siberian bear, use this to fight hard, and in a few days, if you are obedient, I will equip you with a pistol... Boys, let's go, look at your size, so small, I invite you to have a good drink. Eating here is free, but drinking costs money... However, our salaries have nowhere to be spent except for drinking... How old are you?"

"Sixteen, sir, my brother and I are both sixteen... ”

"Twin brothers? haha, it's rare... Well, my name is Kraft, they call me a butcher, and of course, I'm a good guy ... In the whole camp, Shapukov is a bastard, he's a villain, and the rest of us are good people... Hahahahaha... ”

Phil and Gore had a frenzied meal, and finally the startled Kraft knocked off the food in their hands: "Damn, how long have you not eaten? Those damn army soldiers, do they treat you as slaves? Don't eat them, you'll be strangled to death... God, we're not good people, but at least we're human. ”

Kraft kindly set them up a room to rest, and the two brothers fell asleep almost after dipping their pillows...

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"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... ”

The shrill sound of the trumpet woke Phil and the others, and the two of them quickly got up and cautiously walked to the door of the room and looked downstairs. About 300 strong men were whistling, all ****, running back and forth in the snow, with heavy sandbags strapped to their hands and feet, while the uniformed guards were happily pouring snow water on them with buckets.

A dozen or so newcomers soon couldn't bear it anymore, screaming and cramping all over their bodies, and the guards unceremoniously continued to splash the water, knowing that they were all about to run out of gas, so they put them in.

Kraft quietly walked up to them: "This is the dismount, every new fighter has to be ravaged like this... The guy who died yesterday was lucky, wasn't he?" A hint of bloody pleasure welled up on his rugged face, making Filgol scared and excited, not knowing how to answer.

Peel potatoes, knead dough, chop beef, boil oil, cook a steaming meal, then clean the room of seven or eight high-ranking leaders such as Shapukov, wipe their shoes, although they will immediately turn into garbage after wearing them for three minutes, but Shapukov and they will tell this score; in the afternoon, help tidy up the playground and gym; in the evening, hang out with the guards, or occasionally peek at the rewarded fighters and torture the poor sex slaves.

Filgol is very content with the current life, where the two of them can eat and sleep warmly, and do not have to worry about the machetes of the other clan coming in the middle of the night, compared to doing miscellaneous work in the army, it is simply heaven. This Siberian hell that Shapkov called himself was, in the eyes of the two brothers, a real paradise, yes, this is heaven... Even Shapkov, who gets drunk and goes crazy right away, looks as cute as God in the two.

In the training camp, Phil drove around with those soldiers all day long, while Gore followed the two bartenders to fiddle with the liquor every day, full of interest...

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In the dark of night, the two brothers stood guard on the roof for the first time with an old assault rifle, and the two were very excited, taking turns fiddling with the spear.

A big hand suddenly snatched their guns, and the two brothers were startled, and the three white men had already secretly surrounded them.

The one at the head showed a **** smile: "What a delicious tender meat... It's been a long time since I've met such a tender boy... God forbid, are you evil on duty today? Come, let me have a good time, I will feel sorry for you. ”

Phil was still unaware of what was going on, and Phil was about to shout loudly, when the two big men next to him had already covered his and Gore's mouths. The big white man on the other side hurriedly unbuttoned his trouser belt and was about to pick up Phil's pants.

A big hand grabbed the guy by the neck and threw him out with one hand.

The two white men who covered Phil's mouth exclaimed, "Ceyhill?" and fled downstairs with the white man who was struggling on the ground.

A big black man with a body of two meters and twenty appeared in front of them, looked at the two boys who were less than one hundred and seventy centimeters tall with cold eyes, and said in a loud voice: "Boys, you are lucky, I suddenly got up at night to look at the stars... However, if you like to be toyed with by them, I can say sorry to you and ask them back. ”

Firgol probably understood what was going on, and the two of them gulped in disgust.

Chil nodded and patted them on the shoulder: "Count your luck ... But remember, in this hell, strength can protect itself. We blacks can't let them be bullied, so you should learn something. I can teach you something if you want. Remember, we blacks can't be bullied by them for nothing, and sooner or later I'm going to crush their necks. He clenched his fist hard, making a crackling sound to deepen his tone.

Since then, the two brothers have one more thing after their daily duties, that is, to follow Chil to carry those fitness equipment.

The other guards were also active in the gym, but they were puzzled by why the two boys were so serious? In their opinion, the only purpose of exercising was to pass the boring time, and to spend more money while playing with girls in shifts.

Sihil secretly taught them some strange knowledge: "Boys, do you know how long a knife it takes to kill a person? Ha, it doesn't take a meter long, and in the opinion of a good hand, a blade the size of a little finger can kill hundreds of people." ”

"By the way, here, this is the most vulnerable part of the spine, and with a slight elbow, you can break their nerve centers from behind. ”

"Phil, that's wrong, the speed has to be a little faster, you can't withstand the heavy blows of a fairly level fighter, speed, speed is power, and strength can determine your life or death... ”

"Cooperate, you two brothers, born doubles, pay attention to cooperation, yes, cooperation... , really two little lions. ”

"Ha, remember, we blacks, maybe they seem lazy and dirty and stupid, but we can't think that ourselves, or we're really finished, we're really going to never be able to look up, trust me, we've got to do something... Even if it's black market boxing, we should make a name for ourselves... ”

In just one year, Phil and Gore's height has soared to 1.90 meters, their waistlines have doubled, and the muscles on their bodies have become shaped piece by piece... Plenty of nutrition provides plenty of energy, and the young man's exuberant energy is pounding on the door that closes the door to the two of them...