Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 184 Fiona

"Boss, can I pull out a gun and shoot him in the ring?" Andre shrugged and told a cold joke.

What Olig said is true. Special forces are also human beings, and their energy is limited. When faced with a professional player who has undergone systematic training for a long time, the chance of winning is not great, or most of the time. People of the same weight cannot be beaten. If it is an irregular fight and the opponent has subconscious concerns, there will be a chance. Otherwise, it will be very difficult. No matter you are a king of soldiers or a monster, some Boxers with military service experience have received professional intensive training after retirement in order to achieve results.

The strength of the special forces lies in special operations, not in ring fighting. They only need to know this stuff. If it is under the ring, Oleg can kill the opponent in a hundred ways even without a gun.

There is no dispute that boxers are killing machines built specifically for the ring!

Never try to challenge your career as an amateur!

"Hi, brother!"

Just when Leslie was about to say something, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from behind. A white girl with long fiery red hair, fair skin, delicate features, and a tall figure suddenly ran out from inside. He put his arm on Leslie's arm, looked at Sean curiously with a pair of big emerald-like eyes, and stretched out his hand generously.

"Hello sir, I am Leslie's sister, you can call me Fiona."

Sean politely stretched out his hand and gently squeezed the other person's fingers before taking it back, and then showed an apologetic smile: "Hello, beautiful girl, I think I need to solemnly apologize to you."

This confused the girl, and Fiona asked strangely: "Mr. Sean, we have just met. I don't think you have anything to feel sorry for me about?"

"No, I'm really sorry!" Sean tilted his head and said, "Leslie often mentioned you to me. He said that his sister was a very, very beautiful, very, very cool girl. I never believed it. I’m sorry, I should have believed him.”

"Haha, sir, you are so funny." Fiona laughed at him and asked curiously: "Have you always spoken so nicely?"

"Of course not!" Sean's face straightened and he said matter-of-factly: "I am a Chinese, and the whole world knows that Chinese people love to tell the truth!"

"Well..." Fiona tilted her head and looked at Sean for a while: "Okay Sean, I'll take it as what you said is the truth. Can I call you Sean?"

"Absolutely!" Sean said very gentlemanly: "I'm very happy that you can call me by my name directly. This will make me feel that the distance between us is getting closer."

Leslie on the side saw that something was not right about the situation, and glanced at Sean warily. Before Fiona could continue speaking, he took the lead and interrupted: "Hey, Sean, let's talk about business first."

"Uh... well."

Although he was unhappy with the other party interrupting his pursuit of girls, he was Fiona's brother, his future brother-in-law, and he was also his financial sponsor, so he had to give him face.

"Leslie, I want to ask first, can I take a look at the opponent's video information first? Also, what are the rules of the ring?" Sean thought for a while and asked. Originally, he was going to let Olig play, but now This guy is considered to be the most fierce in hand-to-hand combat among these Cossacks, but now he has changed his mind. He is going to go out on the field to have fun, for no other reason than to show off in front of Fiona.

He could see that the girl in front of him was not a peaceful person. She had crazy blood flowing in her bones. Because of this, this was a great opportunity for him to plant seeds in the other person's heart. If he could have a special relationship with the other person, It will be of great help to the development of his company, and he will do whatever it takes to do so.

As for Leslie, he is bound by interests. Not only will the other party not object, but he might even be able to match him up. Family ties plus interests are bound together. This is simply the best ally. The Cape family, ah, the other party has a lot of emotions in his hands. A little resource is enough to make his mouth water. Thinking of this, Sean's eyes flashed with fire.

"I'm sorry Sean, the other party's video data only has a short two-minute game video. It was in RB's PRIDE event against Mirko Filipvic, who is known as the Croatian war policeman. Although he was ended by a high sweep of the opponent's left leg. , but his strength is not bad.”

"As for the rules, they are similar to PRIDE. Except you can't button your eyes, you can use all means and techniques. You can kick the football, stamp on it, or hit the back of the head, but you must stop the offensive behavior after the referee calls a timeout... …”

Under Leslie's explanation, Sean roughly understood what was going on. On this day every year, the current heirs and alternative heirs of the Cape family would decide in this way what they could control in the next one year. resources, the competition system adopts a best-of-three rounds system, that is, each person recommends three boxers, and they need to find the boxers themselves. They can be professional boxing champions or street gangsters, although most professional boxing champions will not participate in this Just play like a house game.

Spencer is the contemporary alternative heir, and Leslie is the heir. But if he loses today's game, the other party will receive more resources and may gain an advantage, eventually causing him to lose his status as heir!

It sounds a bit nonsense for a traditional old noble to decide the allocation of resources in this way, but it is also reasonable in a sense. Maybe it is a tradition inherited from ancient Rome.

Leslie had a headache and said, "You have to help me, Sean. If I lose again, I will suffer."

Croatian war police?

"Okay, show me the battle video first,"

The fact that the opponent has played against Mirko doesn't mean anything. There are many guys who have been swept away by Mirko's iron legs. Sean is still going to watch the video first, although there is not much time for him to study the opponent's technical and tactical habits and style. But at least you need to have a general understanding.

They found a sofa and sat down. Leslie took out his phone and clicked a few times before handing it to Sean.

A video of only two minutes was playing on the phone. It showed a strong black man fighting against a strong white man with a short head. When the referee gave the order, the strong white man didn't bother to test it. He raised his leg and kicked it, and it started instantly. A strong offensive!

A low sweep hit the outside of the strong black man's thigh hard. This leg was extremely heavy. The strong black man took a step back on the spot, trying to avoid the sharp attack. Unexpectedly, the opponent was unforgiving and kicked him again. Like a shadow, he kicked the black man's lower abdomen, and the black man's face showed pain.

At the end of the video, the strong white man punched the opponent with his right hand, causing the opponent to stagger and fall apart. Then he turned around, raised his legs, and threw a high left sweep with an exaggerated arc, like a full moon. The opponent's cheek was slashed hard like a machete, and his distorted face could be seen through the enlarged close-up.

(End of this chapter)