Firepower is king

Although they are peers and direct competitors, once they reach a certain status, they always have to pay attention to their status and demeanor.

Even if your colleagues are enemies, no matter how fierce the competition is, you still have to maintain a sense of dignity. Even if you want to stab them privately, you can still talk and laugh happily when they meet.

So when Mr. Smith came to Baghdad in person, he actually lost his dignity and his status.

The chairman of the Armored Group did not come.

There is no way, Smith, who climbed up step by step from the bottom, is not a gentleman after all. Even if he pretends to be like one on weekdays, he can only take off the mask now.

Smith was paying attention to a fight that put the War Group's face on the line. He just wanted to see it, he had to see it.

But Smith could have put on a military uniform and sunglasses, and stood in the crowd to watch this battle of honor like any ordinary PMC.

A regional manager came from the Armored Group. As the boss of the War Group, Smith really couldn't appear on the table.

So the best audience position can only be reserved for Dawson.

The appointed time has come, the road has been sealed, and it is time to decide the winner.

Smith suddenly felt nervous. He had not been so nervous for a long, long, long time.

After looking at the two masters he had spent a lot of money to recruit in the shortest time, Smith felt that he should win this battle.

Everyone is a PMC, and they are all fighting. The fighting skills of fighting are all about killing with one hit. Therefore, although there are many good players in the army, they are not suitable for taking the field at this time.

After all, this is a fight between two big companies, not a private fight to the death. If someone is killed in a public fight, it is likely to turn into a big storm. Things like Blackwater, which went bankrupt after becoming famous, cannot happen again. , so no one can be killed in this fight. This is the consensus between Smith and the Armored Group.

We must believe in the power of professionalism, so Smith found the two most suitable candidates.

One is an underground boxing champion who has won twenty-four consecutive fights in the Detroit Black Boxing Tournament, and the other is an ace fighting instructor who has taught fighting in the Delta Force for fourteen years and has just retired.

With a young, energetic and ruthless underground boxing champion, an experienced fighting expert in his prime, and the battle-hardened Dawson personally taking the fight, Smith didn't believe he could defeat the Armored Group.

He just didn't know whether the long-distance flight would affect the condition of the two of them. Smith was a little unsure about this, but he felt that he had worked so hard to find two masters who were ranked among the best in the United States. How could they defeat an unknown person? guy.

"This is the Explosive Flame!"

In front of Smith, Dawson was introducing the boxers competing on behalf of the War Group to the highlight beside him.

Dawson looked confidently at the black man in front of him who was warming up, and whispered: "He is a guy who has won 24 consecutive games in the Detroit Black Boxing Tournament. He killed his opponents on the spot twice and beat his opponents directly seven times. Broken arm, he can break people's arms directly, knock down opponents fifteen times, this guy has won two years in Detroit, he is a ruthless character."

Gao Guang nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and Fang Zhenwu also nodded. After looking at the black man with only a nickname, he whispered: "He is a powerful person."

Gao Guang was able to stand at the front, side by side with Dawson, and still somewhat took over Fang Zhenwu's spotlight.

Fang Zhenwu is a master. Many people know this. Dawson has never seen Fang Zhenwu take action with his own eyes, but he has heard Fang Zhenwu's name countless times from Gao Guang and Tom.

A master will be treated like a master. Even if he can't play, he still has his vision.

Dawson looked at another middle-aged white man in his forties and whispered: "I don't know his name, but he is an instructor of the Delta Force. He is not the kind who only teaches people. He has participated in many actual battles, and we invited him to fight because his men are accurate, and we must try to avoid the death of people."

Dawson was unfamiliar with both of them. After speaking, he said to Fang Zhenwu: "What do you think?"

"They all look powerful, but whether you can win or not depends on your opponent."

Fang Zhenwu didn't say enough. Although he was a master, he was still very cautious.

Dawson looked across the way and found that although the people from the armored group had arrived, the people actually fighting were still behind.

The competition venue is on the road in front of the bar. The road is blocked and people from both sides form a circle, which is the competition venue.

The crowds on both sides stood clearly on both sides of the road, but because there were so many people watching, they had to form a circle in the end.

There are no seats, no referees, and no big names.

For a battle of honor involving two big companies, unless a real big shot is determined to support one of them, how can he watch the battle in person? There is always one side that loses. It will be nice to see the winning side in the future. Seeing the loser Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the other party?

Finally, the appointed time arrived. Dawson looked at the two invited masters and said, "Which one of you will go first?"

Not being familiar with each other was a taboo, but there was no way. Time was too tight. Dawson didn't have time to understand the two masters in detail, and he couldn't formulate any tactics based on their characteristics.

Exploding Flame is the nickname in the black boxing match. The black man planned to use the same name here. He said with confidence: "I will go first."

Exploding Flame looks a lot like the trumpet version of Mike. He is a little shorter and a little thinner, and his muscles don't look as exaggerated as Mike's. But Exploding Flame has a real boxer figure. Gao Guang feels that if they really fight, Mike Shouldn't be an opponent.

As both black men, Mike had a natural affection for the explosive flames. He said to the explosive flames: "Brother! You can do it. Kill them, you can do it!"

Exploding Flame ignored Mike. With a confident and cruel smile on his face, he walked into the circular circle with his head held high, then confidently raised his arms and made a muscle-flexing movement, and then said to the crowd of the armored group. : "Who is here to die? Come out quickly, don't let me wait."

The crowd parted, and a white man in his thirties slowly walked out of the crowd. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but he didn't look very strong. Although he was similar in size, he seemed to be two smaller than the Exploding Flame. Like a number.

"Iceman! Iceman!"

The people in the armored group began to cheer, and some applauded, but Gao Guang only took one look and immediately knew why Iceman was called Iceman.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were extremely calm. He just raised his eyes and looked at the bursting flames, and then the Iceman stopped moving.

Unlike Zhang Yang's explosive flames, he wore a pair of shorts, a close-fitting but not particularly tight T-shirt, and a pair of ordinary NB sneakers. He just walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the explosive flames. .

According to the usual practice, it is necessary to provoke verbally, but when Iceman stood in front of the bursting flames, it was as if he was out for a walk. There was no anger in him at all, and it could even be said that there was no aura of strangers at all.

Fang Zhenwu just took one look and immediately whispered: "It's broken!"

Gao Guang immediately looked at Fang Zhenwu, only to see Fang Zhenwu say in astonishment: "Not an opponent, definitely not an opponent!"

"How to say?"

Fang Zhenwu's feet moved a little. He moved back and whispered: "Dawson, you must not agree to that kind of King of Fighters competition format. You must not give Iceman a chance to wear three..."

In desperation, Fang Zhenwu directly reminded Dawson that he no longer cared about being overheard and damaging the dignity of the Zhanhuo Group. But there was something wrong with the way he reminded Dawson, and Dawson couldn't understand it.

"What King of Fighters? What does one wearing three mean?"

Who still plays arcade games like King of Fighters nowadays? At least Dawson has never played it, so he lost the opportunity to limit the format immediately because Explosion Flame was already on.

It was said to be an underground boxing match, but Burst Flame was definitely not just a boxer. He was fighting a truly unrestricted fight, the kind that could kill someone.

The bursting flames were extremely fast. He rushed forward, and instead of using some jab or probing moves, he used his size, strength and weight advantages to end the game with the fastest move.

There is no such thing as looking down on the opponent just because he is small, nor is there any arrogance or carelessness. Real masters will not make such stupid mistakes. In fact, real masters all understand the principle of using all your strength when a lion fights a rabbit.

In Gao Guang's view, although the Explosive Flame's name was vulgar and unoriginal, he was still really powerful. He didn't see any chance of the Iceman winning.

But the fact is that when the explosive flames rushed out, they instantly arrived in front of the Iceman at a distance of less than three meters. Before he could make any effective attack, the Iceman dwarfed, and then Gao Guang didn't even see what action he made. Burst Flame turned his head, bent his waist, then swayed sideways and fell down.

There was more than one highlight that could not be seen clearly, and probably no more than three people present could understand it.

Gao Guang was stunned, and then he looked at Fang Zhenwu, while Dawson first looked at the bursting flames that didn't move immediately after falling to the ground with a stunned look on his face, and then he looked at Fang Zhenwu.

"what happened?"

Dawson looked confused and a little flustered, but Fang Zhenwu whispered: "It's not the same level, there is no chance of winning at all, give up this time, and make a substitution at the end."

Dawson nodded subconsciously, and then he immediately said: "But what happened?"

Fang Zhenwu thought for a while. He didn't know how to answer Dawson's question, so after thinking for a moment, he whispered: "The Iceman and I are one kind of people, and you are another kind of people. We understand, but You can’t understand.”

Dawson still didn't understand, and Fang Zhenwu really couldn't explain it. This was a problem with the cultural system, and it couldn't be explained clearly in a few words.

But now Dawson is eager to know where Iceman is so strong, so Fang Zhenwu can only say in a way that Dawson can understand: "Iceman has a kind of power. It doesn't matter whether he is a black boxer or a fighting teacher." , they are not on the same level as the Iceman at all, they will definitely lose."

Dawson immediately said: "What power?"

Fang Zhenwu still didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say: "Focus, put all your soul and body into fighting to get the power. Iceman is a very pure fighter, he has pure power."