"The license plate number is Jin CZ5859, the owner is Ding Huan, 47 years old this year, unmarried, and a native of Jinhai. This man made a fortune in the water business in his early years. Three years ago, he was in a bar called Pink Lady on Wynn Street. Falling in love, sending flowers, bags, and clothes cost about 100,000 yuan, but then found that the woman who accompanied the drink was completely different in removing makeup, and the relationship was greatly deceived. Opened a bar called Predator across from Beauty in Pink to vent their anger. The business is said to be good, and nothing unusual has been found so far… ”
Bu Chonghua's car was parked two blocks away, standing on the street of Jinhai CBD at night. The lights were feasting, the cars and BMWs were fragrant, and the wind was laughing and laughing. The four-character signboard of the Predator flashed in the night sky.
"What's the matter, Brother Bu," Cai Lin's voice over the phone was a little nervous, "Is there something wrong with the surname Ding? Where are you now?"
Bu Chonghua didn't answer and looked at the door of the bar.
For those who really go clubbing, nine o'clock is just the beginning of the nightlife, but the "Predator" is already full of people. A man who looks like a foreman and a few subordinates swayed back and forth at the door of the bar as if nothing had happened, and kept up with the door from time to time. The regular customer chatted for a few words, and then let go with a smile on his face, the air was vaguely full of excitement, excitement and tacit taste.
"Cai Lin," Bu Chonghua turned his head and said softly to the phone, "This bar is not right."
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"My little brother Wu, my little ancestor Wu, are you fucking alright?!" Boss Fat Ding bent over to look left and right at Wu Yu's face, full of fox questions: "Your face is the same as last night. It's like fighting eighteen beautiful girls, you have to tell me in advance for kidney deficiency! It's not worth losing half your life for 200,000 yuan, do you know?!"
The door of the locker room cut off the buzzing electronic drums outside. Wu Yu took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and said in a muffled voice, "No."
"It's not as bad as your face! Why did you go last night?!"
"Go to an Internet cafe."
Fat Ding's expression at the moment was no different from when he saw the wine escort remove makeup with his own eyes.
Wu Yu stopped reluctantly, "Didn't you say that your opponent was the Vietnamese 'Red Whirlwind' last time?"
"Red Whirlwind", the Vietnamese boxing champion, won seven opponents in a row in the ring in early May, and even sent several people to the hospital ICU. In desperation, the boss of Fat Ding invited Wu Yu out of the house, gave him 50,000 appearance fees, and finally killed the Red Whirlwind in the eighth round. For this reason, Wu Yu was almost kicked out of the police force by Bu Chonghua for leaving work early.
"Do you think it's a joke that people spend 200,000 yuan to get revenge?" Fat Ding scolded his face, "The Vietnamese monkey was originally a tricky idea. Before coming to Jinhai, it swept the coast and it was because you were frustrated. Famous, now the appearance fee can't go up! Breaking people's fortunes is like killing parents, I'll tell you that you have to be careful in this game, maybe people are trying their best to work hard, and they have to kill you half of their lives. Only then can he re-establish his reputation as the Great Demon King of Flame!"
… the Great Demon King of Flame…
Wu Yu hesitated, tilted his head and looked at the fat boss for a while, and couldn't help but ask, "You got this nickname again, right?"
"Yeah, why?" Fat Ding is very sensitive, "What do you think of my professionalism in nicknames?"
"… "
The two looked at each other, and Wu Yu finally sighed and said, "No problem, I'm just curious when he will find out that he can't go up in the appearance fee. It's not my fault, but you."
"Hey—are you too ungrateful?!" Fat Ding immediately felt that he was greatly insulted: "What do you think of the Jinhai Jade Noodles Xiaoyan I made for you? What's not good about it?!"
Wu Yu shook his head, opened the door and walked out of the locker room.
On the basement floor of the bar, the tidal wave of hustle and bustle came, and the glare flashed overhead, and the waves of heat were dizzying.
"A shocking competition, the surging of the fist to the flesh!! Will the red whirlwind succeed in revenge? Who will take away the entire prize pool tonight?! The answer will be revealed soon!!… "
The applause and whistle almost drowned out the host's roar. Wu Yu narrowed his eyes and saw the Vietnamese man standing shirtless on the ring staring at him. I don't know if it was because of the shadows of the lights, but his face seemed more sturdy and gloomy. , a trace of hatred red flashed in the cloudy eyes.
Wu Yu staggered his eyes and walked around the stage, suddenly feeling a little stunned for some reason.
Something seems wrong.
The rambunctious crowd, the security guards passing through them, the spectators immersed in alcohol, the gamblers waving banknotes frantically... All the details are the same as usual, but there seems to be a strange smell in the dark, which touches his nervousness. intuition.
what is it
Wu Yu looked back at the ring, only to see the Vietnamese staring at him, slowly opening his mouth and smiling, revealing his teeth that were black and yellow, which were the alkali caused by long-term use of addictive amino stimulants in the oral cavity. Sexual corrosion.
Ding!
The host quickly backed away: "Start!"
"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!" "Kill him! Kill him!" "Da Da Da Da Da!!"…
The Vietnamese didn't wait for the golden bell to fall, and they collided with one another like lightning. Wu Yu was already prepared, and cautiously retreated for a few steps. In an instant, there was a gust of wind in his right ear, and the Vietnamese's thick calf swept away, "Boom!" A loud bang slammed into the arena post, and several thick cables shook violently at the same time!
If it hits this time, not to mention the brain bursting immediately, the skull will be shattered on the spot. Boss Fat Ding didn't expect the Vietnamese to kill him at the beginning, Huo Ran got up and opened his eyes wide, only to see Wu Yu, like a phantom wandering in the hail of bullets, silently retreating a few steps, his back on the cable, and he went down. a moment—
The whip leg flew down into the air and slashed Wu Yu's throat!
"Fuck!"
Fat Ding Taiyin had not yet landed, and saw Wu Yu's whole body leaning back, and the Vietnamese toes rubbed his throat, no more than half an inch apart; then the cable made Wu Yu bounce back, grabbed the Vietnamese's legs that were too late to land, and squatted on one leg. Thunder swept violently, and the Vietnamese flew half a meter before falling to the ground!
The audience cheered: "Okay!!"
The ground of the arena made the Vietnamese bounce up, but before he fell again, he saw Wu Yu rubbing his body close, with one knee against the opponent's sternum, and with a muffled bang, he pressed him to the ground again, punching down and spurting blood from his nose and mouth. , another punch Vietnamese squirted half a broken tooth!
"Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da!"
The screaming and shouting almost overturned the roof. In the excitement of the crowd, only Boss Fat Ding seemed to feel something strange, staring at the ring with his mouth open.
Wu Yu has a conservative and cautious personality. He has never shown such a naked desire to attack, as if he is eager to end the battle against time. Why
Can't wait to get your money
Is there still something wrong
The phalanx clicked on the Vietnamese man's jawbone, making a terrifying slight crack. Wu Yu didn't hesitate, knowing that the next blow was the final blow, grabbing the opponent's neck was like punching him in the face, but this time he just listened - slap!
With his left hand in front of his eyes, the Vietnamese man grabbed Wu Yu's fist bone with his palm, and his blood-stained face actually gave a savage smile, as if he couldn't feel any pain at all:
"... Is it that easy to exchange your life for money?"
His Vietnamese language was vague, but Wu Yu understood it instantly, and his eyelids twitched.
But it was too late to react. The Vietnamese flicked the snow light between the right wrist guard, followed by a cold outside of Wu Yu's thigh, and blood spurted out. It was a switchblade!
People actually don't feel pain when the nerves are highly tense, but instinct will make the body respond. Wu Yu rested on the ground with one hand and stretched out to the wound with the other. It was too late when he realized that he shouldn't have reacted in this way; the next second, he felt that the world was spinning and his center of gravity was reversed. Qiu Jie's elbow slammed into Wu Yu's back, his ribs cracked, Wu Yu spewed blood, and was pinned to the ground!
Inhaling, whistling, and yelling, Boss Fat Ding opened his mouth and clenched his fists.
But it was not clear from the audience what had just happened, and no one knew why the situation suddenly reversed.
The Vietnamese asked softly in his ear: "No one has taught you, don't take the path of others easily?"
Wu Yu's cheek was pressed to the ground, his eyes were facing the bottom of the ring, he was blurred for a few seconds due to the severe pain, but then he realized like lightning where the wrong feeling just now came from—
The first three rows of the crowded auditorium were filled with many Southeast Asian faces, with dark skin, wide eyebrows, slumped noses and thick lips. At first glance, you can't find it, but Wu Yu, who has lived on the China-Myanmar border for a long time, can see the difference in racial appearance at a glance.
They are not native to Jinhai, and there are actually several Vietnamese hiding under this arena!
"I can't hang around here anymore," the Vietnamese said hoarsely and distortedly, "don't even try to hang around."
Wu Yu's pupils tightened a line, gritted his teeth and struggled to turn over, but then the corners of his eyes narrowed, and the bright knife light was already on the head!
Meanwhile, the bar is upstairs.
"Sir, I'm sorry, please stay." The foreman politely stopped and said with a smile: "Today, the basement floor of the bar is not open to the public."
Across such strong music on the first floor, one could vaguely hear the screams and applause from downstairs. Bu Chonghua withdrew his gaze and looked at it calmly, only to see several bar security guards gathered around him in an unnoticeable manner.
"Not open to the public?" Bu Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then this movement is because your security guards are conducting military exercises?"
The foreman laughed and said, "Sir, you are joking. In fact, downstairs is our VIP area, which only accepts VIP guests who have already applied for a card, so..."
Bu Chonghua nodded, looked around, raised his chin at will: "Where to apply for the card?"
In the early years, when the public security system was not as famous as it is now, Bu Chonghua had performed several disguised and hidden missions, and his ability to respond to emergencies was passable. If he was given some more time to prepare, even if he changed his clothes, he would not have adopted the aggressive attitude he is now, like an arrogant and rich stunned young man who ran to the bar foreman.
But now there is nothing he can do. He wears trousers and leather shoes that are out of tune with the bar atmosphere. As long as someone pays attention, he will find that the buttons on the back pocket of his trousers are police uniform. Disguise, gossip, and wraps will only lead to more unpredictable consequences.
"Sir, I'm sorry, we don't have any card activities recently." The foreman stepped forward to block Bu Chonghua, trying to tactfully lead him back to the booth: "If you need it, you can leave a WeChat message, and I'll be there for the next card activity. Must be responsible for informing you."
That's killing words.
Bu Chonghua glanced back, saw a security guard whispering something to the headset with his mouth covered, and realized that he had aroused their vigilance.
What should I do now, call back to the detachment to ask for reinforcements, or break through
Bu Chonghua took a breath, and at this moment, the phone vibrated, and new news from Cai Lin came—
[Wynn Street Police Station received a report two months ago that the Jagged Bar was involved in illegal gambling!]
[Stand still in place, Brother Liao and I will bring reinforcements!]
- Illegal gambling.
The injury on Wu Yu's back, the record of being late and leaving early, and the bags of cash in the safe, all sorts of strange expressions threaded through Bu Chonghua's mind, instantly reflecting the answer.
At the same time, the fire safety door leading to the first floor behind the security guard was suddenly pushed open by the waiter, and the scolding and screaming from the downstairs poured out like a flood. Even the foreman didn't care to stop Bu Chonghua. The two of them looked back at the same time, only to see the waiter grabbing the security guard in a panic, saying a few words in a hurry, and several security guards rushed towards the corridor at the same time—
The foreman's face changed drastically, and Bu Chonghua sternly asked, "What happened to the boxing match?!"
"No, no, you you don't..."
The foreman stammered, and then he only saw the handsome, sharp-looking man in front of him and stopped talking. He pushed him away and dodged down; the security guard scolded him and rushed to stop him. The deck, the wine glass and bottle fell to the ground!
The foreman said in surprise: "Stop him!"
Snapped! With a loud bang, Wu Yu grabbed the Vietnamese wrist bone like lightning, and squeezed the blade to death with the other hand.
"He has a knife!"
"I fucked a guy!"
"What is this? Refund! Refund!!"
The audience seat under the ring was like being splashed by a pot of boiling water. Everyone jumped up, applauding, cursing, yelling and refunding money when they saw the situation, and even applauding and screaming. . Boss Fat Ding's chubby body jumped up like a bouncy ball and yelled, "Security! Security! Stop him! Damn stop him!!"
He didn't need to give it a second time. The security guards who were in the crowd had already rushed forward, but they were stopped by the Vietnamese people in the first three rows. The wine bottle was broken and the chairs were flying. The whole situation turned into chaos in a blink of an eye. A pot of boiling hot porridge.
"Where the hell did this come from? Dare to run wild in my field?!"
The fat boss was in a hurry, and he was about to climb up the ring. However, the master of the Vietnamese boxer strode up, dragged him by the back and pulled him down, pushed him back, and the fat man stumbled and fell to the ground, covering his butt in pain and scolding: "I fuck you @#￥ %*… HELP! HELP!!”
The Vietnamese master stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar. Without a word, he threw his fists loudly. The fat boss immediately lost his head and turned his head. The nose tube was hot and blood spurted out!
"Do you think you can get away with this?" Wu Yu lay on his back, stared at the blade in front of him, and said intermittently in jerky Vietnamese: "Look, now, who would dare to invite you to appear?!"
The Vietnamese boxer was half-kneeling on the ground, pressing the blade down with all his strength, his eyes full of yellowish yellow from overdose: "No one has invited me anymore, it's you who cut my way—"
In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu figured out the front and rear joints.
They fought black boxing in Vietnam's underground casinos. They were killed and injured from time to time. They have formed a fighting style of life and death. After smuggling to the mainland, they are eager to make a name for themselves, and they do not know how to restrain themselves. I don't know how much hatred. The last time he lost to himself at the Jagged Bar was just an excuse. The real fuse was that he got up and attacked after counting the seconds, which broke the unwritten rules and atmosphere of the circle; he is so desperate now, it should be the underground gambling market There was a collective boycott, and no one wanted to play with him again.
But this kid can't figure this out, he just thinks he's done, he has to go back to his hometown in Vietnam, where the brutality and blood of boxing are definitely higher than Jinhai's petty troubles, but the money is far less than here.
"...you cut your own way," Wu Yu gasped for sure, gritted his teeth, "No one who is greedy enough can walk off this ring alive!"
The Vietnamese let out a roar, and suddenly drew the knife and stabbed down, but at the same time Wu Yu bent his knees and kicked violently. The combination of the pinnacle of jiu-jitsu and the power of breaking the boat, kicked the opponent like a chest and flew out!
The Vietnamese man let go of the switchblade, his sternum snapped a few times, and he fell to the ground with a few muffled rumblings.
This lightning kick is really too fierce. If he deliberately dropped a few points just now, then the opponent's broken ribs are not just the ribs, but the abdominal organs. Wu Yu scolded silently, and swayed up and got up to jump off the ring, but the place where he was stabbed on the outside of his thigh was in severe pain, and his right knee had fallen to his knees uncontrollably. .
Sure enough, the endurance of the stimulant boxer was much higher than usual. In just half a second, the Vietnamese actually got up again, rushed over with blood red eyes like a muscle tank, lifted Wu Yu in the air, and landed on the ground. Swipe hard!
The eardrums bulged loudly, and the internal organs shrank sharply.
In fact, there was no sound, but at that moment Wu Yu seemed to hear a loud noise of dislocation of the bones. The blood in front of his eyes gradually turned black, the upheaval was so fast that he could not defend at all, and the hail-like fist had already smashed down!
thump! !
Bu Chonghua grabbed the handrail, kicked the foreman, and landed steadily in the air, grabbing the security guard's collar and using the guard's back as a meat shield, slamming the security door on the corridor with the security guard's back.
The strong smell of alcohol, dazzling colorful lights, and screaming and screaming rushed to the face. Bu Chonghua threw him out with the security guard screaming in pain, panting and looking at the extremely chaotic situation, then his eyes Yi Ning, saw the ring not far away.
Under the spotlight of the boxing ring, the Vietnamese boxer staggered to his feet, almost lost his mind because of the double stimulation of drugs and blood. He grabbed the switchblade that had just fallen to the ground, and the cold light roared through the air—
Over the years, the instinct of life and death has made Wu Yu conditioned reflex to turn sideways, bend over, put the back of his hand on the side of his neck, and the tip of the knife whistled to the palm of his hand.
However, just before the blood splashed three feet, Juli attacked from behind the Vietnamese boxer, hugged him by the waist, and threw him to the ground!
The massive craniocerebral earthquake made the muscular man lose his mobility for a few seconds. He couldn't even see who was coming. He only felt that his chest was held up by a cast iron knee, his abdominal cavity collapsed, and his throat sprayed. Bleeding Arrow.
fuck! who is it? !
The Vietnamese boxer became violent, swung the switchblade frantically, followed by a crisp sound of "Kara!" from the wrist bone, and was twisted and dislocated alive by the force of iron tongs. The severe pain made his scalp numb and explode, and in the dimness, he could only see someone staring down at him, his amber eyes burning with a cold and terrifying look.
That was the last picture of him when he was conscious.
Bu Chonghua twisted his crooked wrist, his elbow was dislocated, and twisted again, the entire shoulder was twisted into a terrible shape in the sound of shattering. The Vietnamese screamed and screamed abruptly. He was hit with blood and blood on the nose and nose, and his front teeth collapsed. He twitched and kicked his legs in vain, but the second punch was even harder. The sound!
The Vietnamese fell into a coma and was completely paralyzed. No one expected that Bu Chonghua would not give up. He lifted his unrecognizable face by his hair, got up in this position, and slammed his head into the air. Pillar.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of a mechanical crash made one's heart skip a beat, Wu Yu staggered to his feet, hugged Bu Chonghua from behind desperately, forcibly dragged him backward, and stumbled back to the other edge of the ring.
The Vietnamese boxer collapsed to the ground like a broken sandbag. Except for nerve twitches in his hands and feet, he was completely silent.
"Don't do it with him, don't do it with him..." Wu Yu dared not look at Bu Chonghua's cold and furious face, he almost used all his courage to press him against the pillar, only to see that the phalanx was because of The pounding was overwhelmed and the skin was oozing with blood that didn't know if it was his own or that of a Vietnamese boxer.
"He's not worth getting your hands dirty," Wu Yu gasped, clasping Bu Chonghua's hands tightly with both hands, his voice hoarse and sad: "These things are not worth it... It's not worth getting your hands dirty. "