Lights poured down from the high hanging ceiling of the venue.
The figure on the opposite side is neither tall nor strong, and it has nothing to do with the word burly. He just stood quietly like that, like a young student in a daze under a tree on the campus, ordinary and unremarkable.
But because he resembled the figure that he hated and feared the most, Tian Xingtian's mood suddenly became extremely bad, his face was gloomy, he lifted the rope, and when he heard the start bell ringing in his ear, he walked towards the opposite side to prepare to tear him into pieces .
The figure moved at the same time, took an unusual step forward, bent his knees slightly, kept a very close distance between the two legs, and made a strange-looking posture, as if an invisible rope was tied to it. between the knees.
Tian Xingtian roared violently, his right arm raised like a stone tablet, and smashed to the top of the opponent's head unreasonably and without pretense. For a real master like him, any close combat skills are fake, only strength Is the most powerful weapon.
The ordinary man standing on the opposite side obviously had a different fighting philosophy. His feet rubbed the table at a very high frequency and staggered forward, and his right hand pierced weirdly from his armpit, stabbing it like a sharp army thorn.
This is the third and final match, and it will decide the winner of the boxing match, as well as the final outcome of this Bermuda bloody moon.
However, neither of the two people in the boxing ring was conscious of this. They were not nervous or even paid attention to it. They walked into the ring with confidence and made the first move simply or even casually.
What makes people feel cold is that the lightning-like scenes that happened next finally only confirmed that Tian Xingtian's self-confidence was so ridiculous.
This battle-hardened deputy commander of the small-eyed special operations unit, known as the third in Philadelphia, showed a strong demeanor when he stepped on the ring, but pitifully, after making the first move... out this action.
His shoulders sank slightly, his strong right arm had just been raised, and before he had time to draw the bow and release the arrow, the ordinary man on the opposite side had already swept in front of him like a silent lightning, and then a torrential storm hit him.
The fingertips stabbed Nakata Xingtian's soft underbelly, his elbows were slightly raised and he hit horizontally, and then he moved forward with a wrong step. His left fist came out of nowhere and hit Tian Xingtian like a walnut hammer. side face.
That ordinary and inconspicuous figure came silently, pointing like a gust of wind, like a shower, the connection between the movements was extremely fast, and each movement seemed so precise, fast and precise beyond the imagination of normal people, more like a machine. .
The wind and rain came so fast that many people felt that their eyes were dazzled, as if at the same moment when an ordinary man stepped forward with his right foot, every part of his left arm and elbow tipped his body at the same time. attack!
In a fraction of a second, that ordinary man seemed to instantly grow dozens of arms, loosening like a hard tree branch, and falling on Tian Xingtian's face, belly, upper nose and nose at the same time!
Tian Xingtian was indeed very strong, but in the face of such a terrifying attack, he couldn't do anything at all, raising his right arm in vain with frightened eyes.
A more accurate description of the situation at that time should be: Tian Xingtian, the third best player in Philadelphia, was beaten by that ordinary man, or was beaten stupidly.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
A series of crisp beating sounds, like firecrackers, are very rhythmic, but because they are too dense, they only explode in a single syllable in the ears of most people.
The ordinary man withdrew his steps and stood calmly with his hands tied.
In front of him, Tian Xingtian still maintained the posture of raising his arms and attacking, but at this moment, this posture seemed so absurd and pathetic, like an incomprehensible performance artist who took off his clothes to act as a statue. , but finally found that his bare lower part was not majestic, so he was ashamed.
Before he could express his shame and anger with tears or expressions, Tian Xingtian's stiff body suddenly collapsed like a statue with the bottom removed, and his strong body collapsed limply with the soles of his feet as the axis.
The body fell heavily on the surface of the ring, making a muffled sound.
The strength of the previous storm that smashed into his body, with the impact finally fully revealed, the clothes on his body curled like burning pieces of paper, and then the pieces cracked and danced into butterflies.
The clothes ripped apart and flew, Tian Xingtian's naked body was bruised with bruises, and blood gushed out from the broken bridge of his nose, like a bloody peach blossom. Two small slits, looking at the face in the shadow above his head.
He didn't see that face clearly, but he saw the pair of small eyes that had turned into nightmares, and the other's small eyes definitely didn't look like they were punched out by him.
Tian Xingtian made a ho-ho sound in his throat, looked at the other party in horror and cried like crazy: "It's you! It's you! It's you again!"
With the last strength to hold back a mournful cry of grief, the third master of Philadelphia couldn't hold it any longer, so he fainted and didn't know his life or death.
The lights on the ceiling still shrouded the ring. Although it was dim, it was quiet. It seemed that he hadn't seen the frightening scene before, or it was too late to see the scene clearly, because everything happened too fast.
There was a dead silence in the venue. Hundreds of people looked at the top of the ring with incredible expressions on their faces. Many of them didn't see what was going on at all, and found that everything was over.
That ordinary figure stood quietly on the ring like a student, with his hands hanging by his sides, as if he had never shot at all, but not far in front of him, the horrific body of the Philadelphia master proved everything.
The last game ended even faster than the second game. The strength gap shown by the two sides in the war could no longer be described as overwhelming.
In front of that ordinary man, Tian Xingtian was like a scarecrow who was tightly bound, and this one-sided violent and humiliating battle was more like an angry parent teaching a disobedient urchin.
It was still deadly quiet, and people stared at the inconspicuous figure in stunned eyes, secretly guessing who he was in their hearts.
In the box on the top floor of the venue, Li Wei looked at the figure in the center of the ring with excitement, holding the bar tightly with both hands, blue veins looming.
He thought he was going to lose this boxing match, leaving him and the Orphan Gang to die, so he made the decision to die together.
When he made the decision, he was full of tragic and dreadful thoughts, and he was not afraid. However, now the situation on the field has turned sharply, and there is no need to die, how can he not be excited
How could he not be excited when he saw that figure whom he had not seen for years when he grew up together
In the bread box, Mr. Descartes' slightly fat face looked particularly gloomy in the dim light. He angrily threw away the red wine glass in his hand, pointed at Tian Xingtian, who didn't know his life or death on the boxing ring below, and asked in a cold voice. : "What's going on here! He didn't say he was the third best player in Philadelphia, how could he be beaten into a puddle of mud? What a waste."
The subordinate officials wiped their cold sweat and explained in a trembling voice: "It seems that Colonel Tanaka's enemy is indeed very powerful. I don't know where the other party got it from."
Descartes looked at Ji Huo in front of him, and the members of the Bermuda Conference, and said solemnly, "Who can give me an explanation."
I thought it was just a passing boxing match, but it suddenly developed to this point. The huge benefits that were about to be obtained suddenly turned into nothing. The local Bermuda giants in the box were extremely angry after being shocked. When questioned by representatives of the federal government, no one dared to show it.
Ji Huo looked at the figure on the boxing ring with an ugly expression, and said, "According to the information, the Aiki field master Li Wei hired from Dawn Star is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of Colonel Tanaka, much less so powerful."
After hesitating for a while, he suggested: "Mr. Descartes, it seems that this matter needs a long-term plan. We must first find out who the person on the ring is."
Descartes frowned, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Everything must be ended tonight. If you are not sure to eliminate those lonely ghosts on the opposite side, the special forces I brought this time can join the battle."
Ji Huo was inexplicably shocked, and hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Descartes, you probably don't know the rules of Bermuda. This gambling game has been notarized. I hope..."
He didn't have time to say the words "willing to accept the bet", Descartes waved his hand indifferently, and said in an unquestionable tone: "In front of the federal government, there are no rules. Your Excellency asks you to do it as soon as possible. You must do it right away."
In the dim box, the Bermuda conference giants looked at each other silently, seeing the despised anger in each other's eyes, and also seeing a lot of helplessness.
Descartes leaned on the railing and looked at the figure on the boxing ring, and cruelly laughed and said, "I wonder if you can be so cool when you are killed by random guns."
Just as he said these words, the ordinary man on the ring raised his head, looked at the position of the top box, and shook his head.
After he stepped onto the ring, he kept his head down slightly, even when he was carrying out a terrorist attack, he still maintained this posture.
At this time, when he raised his head, the direct light from the ceiling fell on his face for the first time. The soft dim light illuminated the face that was definitely not handsome, reflecting the clear and firm lines on the face, and Those little eyes.
This face is very ordinary and uncharacteristic, but when paired with those small squinting eyes, it has become the most famous face in human society.
The venue in the depressing silence, when the lights illuminated this face, actually seemed more deadly than before, and then there was a tsunami-like exclamation!
The gambler slapped his head in shock and shouted, "It's that person!"
The waitress covered her lips in disbelief, holding back her scream.
More people exclaimed emotionally: "It's Xu Le! Why did he come to Bermuda!"
Descartes stood by the railing of the box, looking at the face under the light of the boxing ring, clearly looking at the opposite direction and shaking his head, his body suddenly stiffened.
The cruel smile on his face has long since disappeared, leaving only endless horror.
Volume Four Starlight Fleeting Years Chapter 343 TP's little red dot, Wenxi's big flower gun listened to the audience exclaiming, listening to the name squirting out of countless scarlet or pale lips, and then like a thunderbolt It usually penetrates the eardrum and enters his mind. Descartes's extremely stiff body suddenly softened, and he almost knelt down on the railing.
Holding the arm of the bar tightly, this senior federal official had difficulty standing still. No such humiliating thing happened, but the trembling arm showed that the fear in his heart at this moment had been endlessly surging like the dark clouds of the dawn star. out.
There was a dead silence in the box, and he suddenly turned around, stared at the people in the box with crazy eyes, waved his arms and screamed: "Kill him! No matter what method you use, kill him!"
The people in the room understood and sympathized with Mr. Descartes' gaffe, because their situation was not much better. After confirming the identity of the man standing on the ring, few people had the strength to stand up from their chairs.
They are Bermuda giants, but that man is a myth on the battlefield, and is now clearly on Livy's side. Fortunately, they should be far less dangerous than Mr. Descartes.
The whole universe knows that the person the federal government is most reluctant to see in these years is the small-eyed man named Xu Le in the ring.
This bloody war in Bermuda has entered the final stage, and it is about to win, even if it is a despicable victory, should it be terminated because of the appearance of the man on the ring
The countless deeds that have happened in the past ten years have made these big men in the box know how terrifying the fighting ability and tenacity Xu Le has. They are even willing to admit that they have countless subordinates and have no courage to fight against such a man at all. However, the situation is like this, They had to fight.
Ji Huo frowned and thought quickly. In his calculations, no matter how powerful Xu Le is, he is still a normal person after all. Bermuda's local armed forces plus the support of the federal government should have a more than 90% chance of winning.
As the most famous arms smuggler in this star field, Ji Huo has a ruthless mentality that other big figures in the Bermuda Conference do not have. He glanced at the partner who was still hesitating, looked at Descartes and said solemnly: "Please put The command of the special operations force is handed over to me, and I promise to kill that man."
The panic-stricken expression on Descartes' face became a little more relaxed as he said these words, and he praised with a trembling voice: "Everything is up to Mr. Ji Huo."
Ji Huo is no longer so flattering, Descartes is no longer so proud and contemptuous, this is no longer a manor nightclub, but a venue where Xu Le exists.
Just when Ji Huo was about to stand up to prepare for the battle, he suddenly noticed a small red dot under the bar on his side.
Then the second little red dot, the third little red dot…
The red light spot is very dim and faint. If you don't pay attention to it, you can't notice it at all in the dim environment of the box. If someone looks closely, you can find two very tiny ancient letters in the center of the red light spot.
XF.
Like red ants, three dim red dots quietly entered the box along the wall, crawling at the foot of the sofa and on the bodies of those big people who had no clue, with smooth and elusive traces.
Ji Huo, who was about to get up, saw the red light spot, and sat back in the chair in despair. Countless beads of cold sweat instantly ooze out on his forehead, and his whole body was full of fear.
At least three corrective snipers were aiming at the box where they were.
He'd seen these red ant-like spots of light, and he knew it was some sort of laser calibration spot for a modified sniper rifle. He didn't need to observe carefully to know that at the center of those red light spots, there must be the two ancient letters XF.
He even knew that the laser calibration point of this kind of sniper modification could be adjusted to a level that was completely invisible to the naked eye, which showed that the snipers outside did not care about being discovered by the people in the box, and the other party was confident in controlling the situation.
It can be seen that this is not only because Ji Huo is the largest arms smuggler in Bermuda, but because he is the only one who has sold this kind of gun in the entire universe.
The modified sniper rifle Ji Huo called TP was the most advanced sniper rifle he had ever seen in his long arms sales career. Except that it could not be compared with the legendary ACW, it was enough to despise all similar equipment.
TP is not the standard firearm of the Federation or the Empire, but from a mysterious seller. It is a very honorable thing to be able to obtain the exclusive right to sell this kind of gun, but it is a pity that Ji Huo has not dared to show it off in the past two years.
Because he once paid a painful price for the explosion of three smuggling ships, those lessons were too unforgettable.
However, at this time, he was so afraid, not only because of the three TP's aiming at the sniper, nor because of those lessons, but because only he knew that those guns were sent to Xilin, and sent to the old house in Wei Er District.
Xu Le came to Bermuda, and the little princess of the Zhong family should also come to Bermuda. Ji Huo stared at the three small red spots under his feet, and thought coldly, could it be that the Xilin Special Forces have surrounded the venue
Because of this kind of fearful speculation, because of the fear of the mysterious supplier of TP's change, he was preparing to join hands with the federal government to eliminate Xu Le's Ji Huo.
The thoughts in his mind were completed in an instant, and the big men in the box did not know what kind of struggle he had gone through in his heart. Looking at the weird appearance of his raised hands, they frowned and asked a few words.
Cold sweat dripped down Ji Huo's cheeks, and the next moment he realized that it was a wise choice to raise his hand and surrender in advance.
In the darkest corner of the dim box, two faces suddenly appeared, appearing like ghosts in front of everyone. One of them pointed a gun at Descartes and said softly, "Everyone don't move."
The box was suddenly tense, and the big man sitting on the sofa looked at the two gunmen who didn't know how to sneak in. He was shocked and couldn't speak at all.
The box door was pushed open from the outside, and the corridor light penetrated into the room, shining on the two gunmen, only to find that they were wearing dark black combat uniforms, with camouflage dark paint on their faces, as if they were real ghost.
In the soft and sparse corridor light, a wheelchair drove in with the sound of a sizzling motor. On the wheelchair was a curly-haired man, who could not see his face clearly. Shotgun.
By the curtain behind the sofa on the right side of the box, the member of the special forces with small eyes who was responsible for protecting Descartes, took advantage of the moment when the silhouette light fell on the eyes of the two gunmen, quickly took out the firearm in his waist and prepared to shoot.
This special warfare elite made a very correct choice, but unfortunately he didn't see the three smooth sliding red dots, and he didn't know there were snipers outside.
There was a slight rattling sound from somewhere on the opposite ceiling, and the muffler-equipped TP changed to fire from a long distance.
The body of the special warfare elite beside the curtain slammed, and suddenly collapsed in the corner powerless. After a while, blood dripped from under the sofa.
The big men were stunned by this scene of death. They pursed their lips tightly and sat on the sofa motionless with grim expressions. Everyone wanted face, and no one wanted to be controlled by others, but no one dared to be arrogant in front of a sniper rifle.
The two gunmen with black bodies like ghosts, as if they didn't see the sniper bullets blasting the small-eyed special forces elite, passed around Descartes expressionlessly, occupying the corner with the largest viewing angle in the box, with the gun in the flat end, Target everyone for suppression.
"Who are you!"
The pale Descartes stared at the wheelchair at the door and asked in a trembling voice as he looked at the man in the wheelchair who was paler than himself.
The young man in the wheelchair frowned slightly, his pale cheeks were full of hatred, and after a long silence, he replied, "Seven groups of Da Vinci."
Hearing the words seven groups, the atmosphere in the box became even more depressing. Descartes and the Bermuda giants did not know what happened on the planet of ink flowers, so they never thought that seven groups would appear here.
Xu Le is already very scary. If you add the seven groups that are about to be forgotten but have never been truly forgotten by the world, what does that mean
When he recognized Xu Le, Descartes was on the verge of going crazy, and found that the seven groups were also following Xu Le, and he fell directly into despair.
When people are in a state of despair, they are always prone to hallucinations. For example, at this time, Descartes looked at the wheelchair in front of him, at the weak curly-haired man in the wheelchair, at the gun on the other side's lap, and noticed the man behind him. The two gunmen didn't pay attention to themselves at all...
If you rush over to grab the bullet gun, restrain the weak man, and threaten Xu Le and the seventh group, they should be able to survive, but why is there such a good chance? Is this an illusion
No, he widened his eyes, confirming that this was not an illusion but the last hope!
Descartes trembled and howled, like a housewife who went to the supermarket in the early morning to snap up limited-time special pods, and slammed into the wheelchair!
Da Vinci in the wheelchair seemed to have long expected this high-ranking federal official to do this. Just as Descartes' howl had just squeezed out of his throat, he quickly picked up the bullet gun on his knees with both hands, and he didn't bother to look directly. Pulled the trigger.
A loud bang!
The box was full of burnt smell. Descartes' body was sprayed with hundreds of hard graphite beads fired at close range, and the high-speed jet of violent impulse contained in it flew several meters upside down, hitting the bar heavily.
Just like a broken bamboo, with a crisp sound, Descartes, who came to carry out the secret mission of the president, died, leaving his chest and abdomen in a mess.
I don't know if he still remembers the manor and beauties given to him by Bermudians at this time, or if he regrets it.
When the wheelchair came to Descartes' corpse, Da Vinci spit bitterly, looked at the corpse and said, "Give you hope, and then let you despair, I'm just playing with you, let's see if you idiots dare to stop. Play Laozi!"
It was quiet in the box. The Bermuda conference giants, who are known for their ruthlessness, saw this scene, their faces were expressionless, but their mood was extremely cold. Only then did they know that the rumored seven groups were so ruthless!