The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

"Oh my God..." Linghu let out a long moan, covered his cheeks and kept muttering to himself, "Stupid little white mouse..."

Seeing someone start a duel in the boxing ring, all the mercenaries in the hall dropped their things and rushed over to watch the excitement.

"Omo, knock this Chinese boy down in one second!"

"Idiot, why did the leader get a Chinese? You want to die!"

"..."

"The gamble has begun!" Amidst the laughter of the spectators, Dao Feng's loud voice sounded: "Is there anyone who gambled? Have you?"

"Little gamblers in Las Vegas, is this still a gamble?" Swart curled his lips and said to Daofeng disdainfully, and glanced at Zhao Ziyang contemptuously.

The situation in front of him was obvious, how could a picked kid beat Omo?Not to mention anything else, just Omo's body pressure comparable to that of a polar bear can crush him to death. There is no suspense in this duel.

"Oh?" Dao Feng's eyes lit up, with a deep smile on his face, he took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote an astronomical number on it, and waved it in front of Swart's eyes, He said with extreme confidence: "Swart, I bet on the Special Forces to win, do you dare to take a bet?"

Facing Dao Feng whose brain was about to break down, Swart took out his check book without thinking, and wrote down the same number as Dao Feng's amount on it, indicating that he had bet with Dao Feng.

"Hey hey, is anyone else coming? Is anyone else coming?" Dao Feng was excited. He seemed to see a large sum of dollars entering his pocket, and he couldn't stop it.

"I bet Omo can knock this Chinese guy down with one punch." Mandala smiled and threw a ring in his hand onto the table brought by the blade, and said to Zhao Ziyang who was confronting Omo on the ring : "Hey, handsome guy, you must be knocked down by Omo."

Zhao Ziyang, who was standing on the ring and confronting Omo, didn't hear this sentence at all. He was in a fighting state, staring at the opponent in front of him.

The Omo in front of him is purely a terrifying monster. One of his arms is as thick as his own thigh, and his swollen muscles make people think of violent dinosaurs involuntarily.

Compared with the opponent, he seems to be a skinny kid, with almost no possibility of winning.And it has been verified that his fists and kicks have no effect on this Russian brutal dog.

"Quack quack quack..." The shirtless Omo let out a strange cry, took a deep breath to expand his muscles to the maximum extent, and exposed the rough muscle fibers in front of everyone.

Seeing the performance of the two on the boxing ring, Linghu hesitated for a long time, then quickly took out a handful of US dollars and threw it on the table of Daofeng, and said very embarrassedly to Zhao Ziyang: "Special soldiers, it's not that I don't stand by you , but it is very difficult for me to make money, can you understand?"

"Hahaha..." Daofeng laughed loudly, and whispered to Linghu: "You will regret not betting on special forces, but he knows Chinese Kung Fu."

Staring at a pair of beautiful eyes, Linghu stared at Daofeng for a long time, shook his head slightly and walked away, making Daofeng puzzled for a while.

"Blade, help me buy them a draw." Seth's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"A draw?" Dao Feng was taken aback.

"A tie, isn't the great Las Vegas gambler afraid to take the bet?" Seth made a teasing voice.

"Haha, what other bets would my young Las Vegas gambler dare not accept?" Dao Feng laughed, and happily accepted Seth's bet.

At this moment, Dao Feng was overjoyed, he knew that he was sure to win, the special forces had Chinese kung fu, how could they lose?

In the far corner of the hall, stood a beautiful woman in a lavender dress: elegant and charming with a swan-like neck, a ruddy lip under a straight nose, and plump goose-egg-like cheeks. Sisi can't explain the unknown tranquility.The long eyelashes are slightly curled up, trembling slightly with the movement of the eyelids, especially those blue eyes that are as pure as the Danube River, shining like stars, twinkling with her serious movements Yes, it exudes a little bit of gorgeous brilliance, which makes people get lost in it instantly.

Her face was covered with a layer of frost that would not melt for a thousand years, and she quietly watched the fight between the two in the boxing ring.

"Remember, this is an unlimited level of fighting." Dao Feng jumped onto the ring and said loudly to the two: "The rules are...there are no rules, let's start!"

After talking about the rules, Dao Feng quickly jumped under the boxing ring, waved his arms and roared excitedly: "Special forces, defeat Omo Big Bear, Chinese Kung Fu, ouch..."

At this time, Zhao Ziyang made a movement: He slowly stretched out his hand, raised his middle finger towards Omo, and returned this insulting gesture to the other party.His eyes were full of arrogance, and he didn't take Omo seriously.

This is strategy, strategic contempt, tactical emphasis.He has to provoke Omo, otherwise there is no chance.

"Hiss..." There was a gasp from the audience, and they seemed to see that this Chinese kid was going to die in the ring.

"Roar!" Aomo was obviously irritated by Zhao Ziyang's actions, and he raised his head to the sky and roared like a beast.

Just when his head was raised, Zhao Ziyang's body rushed forward, his strength and speed were brought into full play by him.In front of a strong opponent, he will not wait for the opponent to attack first, but must gain the initiative to attack.

Facing Zhao Ziyang's attack, Aomo's face was full of disdain, and he stood upright to bear Zhao Ziyang's blow without leaving any room.

"boom!"

Omo's chest, which was not dodging or avoiding, was hit firmly by Zhao Ziyang, making a dull sound.

There was a burst of laughter immediately from the audience, because Omo's body didn't sway at all, as if the punch was just Zhao Ziyang tickling him.

"Huh..." There was a sudden burst of wind, Omo stretched out an arm, and slammed Zhao Ziyang's face with his backhand.

"Bang", there was a muffled sound, and Zhao Ziyang's body flew up under Omo's random twitch. After spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, he fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

"Oh, no..." Seeing Zhao Ziyang's blade being thrown away by Omo's punch, he covered his face and let out a painful sound.

He was too aware of Omo's power, even if this special soldier had Chinese kung fu, he couldn't withstand Omo's punch.Doomed, doomed, damn special forces, where is your Chinese Kung Fu?

His body twitched under the violent blow. Zhao Ziyang, who was lying on the ring, could not hear anything except tinnitus. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were surprisingly heavy.There was a burning pain on the right cheek, as if the bones in the face were crushed by Omo's punch.There was a warm and slippery feeling between the mouth and nose, and fresh blood flowed out.

But his brain is extremely clear, but the thinking of the brain can no longer control his limbs, making it impossible for him to make a movement of turning over and getting up.

"Hahaha... lose money, lose money!"

Swart happily went to grab the check, and Datura put the ring he bet on on his hand, and then stretched out the hand towards the blade.

"Hey..." Linghu unceremoniously put away his own money on the table, and generously took out the pocket of Daofeng.

"Hey, hey, wait, wait, the match isn't over yet, you can't be like robbers!" Dao Feng was in a hurry, he took Linghu's hand out of his pocket with all his strength, and ran to Zhao Ziyang's hand on the edge of the ring around.

"Hehehe, Special Forces, you can't just lose like this. Where's your Chinese Kung Fu? Hurry up and use your Chinese Kung Fu to defeat Omo. You have to stand up like a man. Come on, stand up and beat Omo!" Defeat Stupid Bear, let him know how powerful Chinese Kung Fu is!" Dao Feng was so anxious that he kept yelling into Zhao Ziyang's ear.

He was betting on an unpopularity, the Chinese kid can't lose, if he loses, then he will really lose a lot!

"Uh..." A groan came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

Just as he opened his eyes, he immediately closed them again.The severely injured face caused him to fall into a great dizziness when he saw the light...

Zhao Ziyang knew that he and the opponent were not on the same level at all, and he almost took half of his life with one punch, so one could imagine how strong the opponent was.

It's just that he has to get up, has to get up.This is the world of mercenaries, the world of the strong, and the weak cannot survive here.If you want to be accepted and integrated, you have to fight.

With a bang, Zhao Ziyang suddenly turned over and jumped up, standing up while shaking his body, reached out to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose, grinned at Omo, and said inarticulately: "I'm still eating Milk? Just a little strength?"

"Ask for trouble." Swart glanced at Zhao Ziyang and hummed.

Narrator: The mercenaries also looked down on Zhao Ziyang, the outcome was clearly decided, he couldn't be Omo's opponent.

"Hey, I said buddy, you must knock the bastard Omo to the ground, otherwise I will really lose a lot of money." Dao Feng said to Zhao Ziyang pleadingly: "Use your Chinese kung fu quickly, Otherwise you can't beat Omo."

Zhao Ziyang shook his head violently to get rid of the dizziness, then turned his head to Dao Feng and asked, "Where is his weakness?"

Dao Feng, who was asked about it, shrugged his shoulders and frowned, and said, "Oh, sorry, his weakness is that he has no weakness."

"Understood." Zhao Ziyang nodded, spat out a mouthful of blood, turned around and stood facing Aomo.

He looked at Omo carefully again, and found that just as Dao Feng said, the Russian big stupid bear on the opposite side did not have any weaknesses at all.All his vulnerable places are covered by strong muscles, even the muscles at the bottom of the ribs are striped, trying to knock the opponent down with strength is simply a dream.

The opponent is an absolute power player, and it is definitely not a good idea to use one's own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths.

"Quack quack..." Omo laughed loudly, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he said disdainfully to Zhao Ziyang: "Boy, I was the one who showed mercy just now, otherwise your face bones would have been smashed by my punch, hahaha, As long as you get through my crotch, you don’t have to be beaten, quack quack quack..."

Zhao Ziyang didn't have any mood swings, his eyes were fixed on Omo's throbbing throat: It is impossible for a person to have no weaknesses, but to discover problems that have not been discovered.

"Knock you down within three strokes!" Zhao Ziyang made a defiant voice, and stretched out three fingers to Aomo.

The mercenaries in the audience laughed when they heard these words, they didn't believe Zhao Ziyang's words at all.Confidence is nice, but blind confidence is conceited and a laughing stock.

Amid the contemptuous laughter of the mercenaries, Zhao Ziyang's body rushed towards Aomo like lightning, full of speed and explosive power like a vigorous cheetah.

"Roar!" Aomo let out a violent roar, and waved his fist at Zhao Ziyang without retreating.

The vinegar-like fist drew an optimal arc in the air, stabbing fiercely at Zhao Ziyang's chest.The scream of the fist breaking through the air made everyone feel the horror of this punch.

Staring at the opponent's fist attacking him, Zhao Ziyang licked his lips fiercely, and still rushed forward.

"Oh my god, my little white mouse!" Linghu cried out in pain, covering his eyes, not daring to see Zhao Ziyang's sternum being smashed by Omo.

The next scene where Zhao Ziyang was punched by Omo could have been expected, and the mercenaries already showed expressions of seeing the result.But this kind of expression just flashed on their faces, and surprise surged in an instant.

Zhao Ziyang, who was rushing towards Omo, at the moment the opponent's fist hit his chest, his whole body turned clockwise in a strange circle, dexterously moved behind Omo, put his hands on Omo's shoulders, and his body slammed He rushed up, knelt on Omo's shoulder, and clamped the other's head with his own legs.

"Roar!"

A violent roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He twisted his waist desperately, and with the help of his waist, he twisted Omo's neck violently with his legs, trying to break Omo's neck.

The astonished mercenaries in the audience could no longer stop this unrestricted fight, and they had no right to stop it. Unrestricted means losing control of life and death!