Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 82 Fighting
Psychic?Ms. Daly?But channeling should have a time limit...

Chris thought to himself, but maybe Ms. Daly happened to be in the dock area.

"A rare collaboration," Catherine commented.

Although the three major churches of Loen are not incompatible, it is indeed rare for the Heart of Machinery, Nighthawks and Punishers to cooperate. This can only explain one reason: the Tequila Salon theft case has attracted the attention of the three major churches.

"You should be able to feel the pressure on me. Not only did Fred fall into a coma, but the church's senior leaders were also putting pressure on me," Albert said slowly. "I don't want to disappoint Fred, nor do I want to disappoint the Nighthawks and the Representatives." The Punisher looks down upon our mechanical hearts.”

Albert has never cared about the internal inspections of the Steam Church, but if it rises to the level between churches, he will definitely pay attention to it.What's more, he wanted to avenge Fred.

Chris also nodded secretly, but he also had doubts about this matter.

The sequence of "Mole" is definitely not high, with a maximum of sequence 8. It is absolutely abnormal that such a wild Beyonder can attract the attention of three official Beyonder teams at the same time.

Or, are they intentional?

The more Chris thought about it, the more confused he became, so he had to focus on the "Mole" first.As long as we catch him, all problems will be solved.

Immediately after the meeting, Catherine and Anne went to the police station, where they went to help, while Albert and Horik went to the dock area.

Chris was not assigned a task, and Albert made no demands on him.

"Hey, it's not my turn to work. I'm just a 'fighting scholar', so I'm of no use."

He scratched his chin and decided to hang out at the Dragon Bar.

There were obviously many more police officers in the dock area than in the past. There was at least one patrol officer at every intersection, which made Chris wonder if the police department had sent out all the police officers.

It's not yet noon, there are not many customers in the bar, and there is no boxing match.

"A glass of Southwell beer."

Chris took out a few coins and put them on the table. The bartender already knew him. After a while, a full glass of beer was served: "The boss is in the billiard room."

Chris finished his beer at the bar and walked toward the pool room.

The door of the billiard room was open, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant inside.

"Chris?" Swain, wearing a navy uniform, put down his cue and walked over with a smile, "Long time no see!"

He took the initiative to hug Chris and asked: "How are you, are you ready for the boxing match? It starts at one o'clock at noon."

Chris nodded and smiled: "Okay."

If he might have hesitated before, he only went to Gao Wen's twice, and he didn't exercise enough.But now he wants to find a place to vent.Fighting scholars shouldn't be at a disadvantage in a boxing match in a bar, right?

"Okay!" Swain laughed twice and put his arm around his shoulders, "I will choose a player of similar size to you, and the commission will be very generous!"

"Commission..."

"There is a certain percentage of commission for each punch, which is based on the amount everyone bets. If you win, there will be additional subsidies."

Swain walked back to the table and raised his cue: "Want to play a round?"

Chris thought for a moment and took the club handed over by Swain.

A boxer who was originally scheduled to compete at noon today suddenly said that he would not come because he had something to do. This surprised Swain. The schedule of the boxing match was set, and posters would be posted in the bar three days in advance. Boxers take temporary leave.But he thought this was normal. There were many more police officers in the dock area in the morning.

Chris stayed in the bar until lunch. The meal was invited by Swain. If he didn't find a suitable boxer, he would refund the guests' bets, which would make them distrust the Dragon Bar. "Everyone, everyone!" Swain got into the ring wearing a white washed navy uniform and shouted to the waiting audience, "The boxing match between Dan and Will that was originally scheduled to be held today was canceled because of Will's absence. !Wait, don’t boo yet, but we have a new guy who will be playing against Dan instead of Will!”

Swain turned to look at the audience. Chris was brought into the ring with his shirtless body surrounded by bar staff. He raised his hands to signal to the audience with an awkward smile on his face.

The imaginary cheers did not come, but were replaced by the audience’s denial:
"Is this guy okay? I've never seen him!"

"Hahaha Tintingen chicks!"

"Sir Lord of the Storm, which factory is this child laborer from? He is too thin, as thin as a bamboo pole! Look at the ribs on his body!"

That's right, compared to you, a fat man of three hundred catties, I am indeed a bamboo pole.

Chris cursed, and the smile on his face gradually solidified - Robert Dan?
"Okay! Let's welcome Chris' opponent - Robert Dan. I believe everyone is very familiar with him!"

Before Swain finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the audience. Amidst the cheers and whistles, Dan jumped into the ring. His posture was much more professional than Chris - he kept jumping in place to stay excited, while Chris stood still. The ground drooped with hands.

"Everyone has met these two boxers. Now you can place your bets. You can choose to have your previous bets on Dan and Weir refunded!" Swain shouted.

Chris turned on his spiritual vision, but Dan's health was still not optimistic.Seeing Dan walking off the ring to get ready, he also followed his example and walked off the ring, but others had their own trainers and nurses, and he had nothing.

Of course, no one refunded the money, and the atmosphere had been pushed to a climax by Swain. Under his passionate introduction, even those who just came to drink took out a few coins to place bets, and of course the ones they bought were Dan.

"It's a duel between old and new!"

Not long after, the odds of the two parties were very different. Chris swallowed as he looked at the odds that were constantly being refreshed on the bulletin board.

Is he really that powerful?

No, no, it's just because I'm new here.

Chris took a deep breath to comfort himself and felt someone's hands put on his shoulders to massage him.

"Chris, relax," Swain smiled behind him, "it's not life-threatening."

I'll go, you might as well not comfort me...

Chris cursed speechlessly.

"Okay, it's time to play, I wish you good luck."

Swain patted him on the shoulder. The bar owner stood behind the new boxer and gave him a massage. This did not make others take him seriously. On the contrary, most people thought that this was Swain comforting the new boxer: You can go and fight with confidence. , I have already arranged your funeral arrangements for you.

Chris entered the ring still tying the gloves on his hands, drawing a burst of boos.

Dan turned around. He was older and more muscular.He didn't expect Chris to race him, but he didn't care.

He won more than he lost, and his winning games included three one-hit kills. However, he would lose in some games that seemed impossible to lose, which surprised punters.But Dan really had no reason to look down on this new opponent who had neither experience nor muscle.

"I think you know how dangerous it is to compete with me. By the way, I don't know your name yet." Dan laughed.

Seeing that Chris didn't respond, he curled his lips and said, "Oh, he's quite a character. But let me remind you, I only wear gloves to prevent you from being hurt too much."

The audience clapped and cheered, many of them drunk and just wanted to see blood spilled in the ring.

The two fist bumped each other, and when they separated, the game had already begun.

They were facing each other in a boxing stance, tension in the air, when suddenly, Dan lunged at Chris!
(End of this chapter)