Interpol Mission

"Eh..."

Mr. He, who has been looking at the boxing ring lazily, suddenly made a slight surprise, and his body immediately sat upright.

In the eyes of most of the audience, the bloody and exciting underground boxing match, in Lao he's opinion, is really too ordinary for him to arouse much interest.

Isn't it just children who live together?

It's not a big deal to kill a dozen people at one go.

"Why, did Mr. he see anything?"

Mr. Dong asked with great interest.

"Through arm boxing is a unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box with a string of whips."

Although Mr. Dong does not know martial arts, he has a lot of research on various schools of martial arts. What's more, tong arm boxing is still a unique skill of "a string of whip". Mr. Dong has seen it many times, so it's no wonder.

Mr. Dong is still a little smug to be able to surprise the "ultimate killer" invited from Victoria.

Don't think that only you guys who are professional killers are masters!

"Through arm boxing?"

Mr. He said to himself in a low voice, not to say yes.

"Why, isn't it arm boxing?"

Mr. Dong also had some doubts.

Lao he did not speak any more. He leaned back a little and recovered his indifference.

Mr. Dong was bored for a while, but it was not easy to ask again.

"Boy, don't think that if you practice some skills of catching and fighting, you can dominate the boxing ring. You are still far from it."

A boxing back stone Hansheng, at this moment "a string of whip", has already revealed the ferocious original shape, a crooked mouth, said with a sneer.

"I tell you, in this ring, I am the boss!"

"A string of whips," said haughtily.

Hundreds of audience members are well-informed, but no one is dissatisfied with this sentence.

"A string of whips" really has a strong capital!

No matter who can be in the underground ring for so many years, still standing still, have the right to say such words. If you want to keep people from bragging, you have to show your real skills.

"Pooh!"

Shi Hansheng spat heavily on the ground, his eyes lit up with anger again.

To be honest, Shi Hansheng's reaction is not particularly keen, and he himself knows this. Therefore, all along, his way of practicing martial arts has a little meaning of "Pai Da Heng Lian", that is, the saying that has always been circulated in the martial arts circles - learn to be beaten before learning to hit people!

Since there is no way to block all attacks, you can only enhance your defense.

First of all, I'll make myself as strong as an ox.

Although the combination fist of "continuous fire" made his face black and blue, and the sneak attack of "a string of whips" just now made him feel a faint pain between his chest and ribs, it was not a big deal.

This kind of flesh and skin injury, Shi Hansheng can bear it!

"Not convinced, right?"

"Come again if you are not convinced!"

"As I said, I'm going to shoot your shit!"

"A string of whips" grinned ferociously, the fists opened violently, and then slowly tightened. A burst of "crackling" was spread one after another.

Like a string of firecrackers.

"Lai --"

"a string of whips" held out the index finger of his right hand toward Shi Hansheng and hooked it. His face was full of disdain.

Shi Hansheng is a tiger roar again, his fist is like the wind, and he pours at it.

He also knew that "a string of whips" was deliberately provoking him, but his anger could not be suppressed in any case.

If you're cheated, you'll have to fight again!

This time, "a string of whips" did not dodge, just stood there straight and upright, and the joints all over the body exploded.

With this firecracker like sound, the body of "a string of whips" seems to have some changes, as if it is a little bigger than just now, and the muscles all over the body seem to be filled with gas. They are bulging one by one, full of a sense of strength.

There were no more shouts in the audience. Instead, they held their breath one by one, and their faces turned red and excited.

Feast your eyes!

This is the real string of whips!

"Bang" to a huge bang, as if the hammer hit the cow hide drum, issued a dull sound.

However, Shi Hansheng hit the chest of "a string of whip".

Usually, the master of free combat will try to attack the head and neck of the opponent. These two parts can cause more damage than the trunk.

But "a string of whips" is higher than that of Shi Hansheng. If Shi Hansheng wants to hit his head, his arms and fists must be raised, which is not good for exerting force. Even if he hits the target, the strength will be reduced a lot, so it is difficult to cause serious injury.

Therefore, Shi Hansheng chose to attack the chest rib part of "a string of whip".

Shi Hansheng has absolute self-confidence, as long as this punch hits, even if the opponent is really an ox, he will not be able to bear it.But this time, Shi Hansheng was wrong.

Feel, oneself hit a wall, solid incomparable.

"A string of whips" did not move!

Shi Hansheng was stunned.

What's going on?

Even if the opponent is thick and heavy, he can't be unhurt.

It can't be

"Is that all?"

"Then let you see my power!"

As if nothing happened, he received a blow from Shi Hansheng in the chest, "a string of whips" sneered and "Hoo". His fists were like the wind. A huge fist suddenly hit him on his left cheek.

Shi Hansheng snorted. The whole man was so shaken by the blow that he turned around and fell heavily on the ring

There was a dead silence in the audience, and then thunderous applause and cheers were heard. Everyone was shouting for the power of "a string of whip", even those who had made heavy bets on Shi Hansheng.

Compared with such a wonderful and exciting game, winning or losing is just a small matter.

Lao he, who has been lazy and can't lift his spirit, finally appears a smile and nods gently.

"This is the real string of whips

"Mr. He?"

Mr. Dong raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of consultation.

Lao he smiles and says faintly: "Mr. Dong, a string of whip is not a straight arm fist, but a horizontal training of Kung Fu, which is the legendary Golden Bell covered iron cloth shirt The policeman surnamed Shi, compared with him, was beaten up and found the wrong target! "

"One, two, three..."

The referee has run to Shi Hansheng and starts to read the seconds.

Shi Hansheng's arms trembled slightly, bit his teeth, and tried to support his body. He knelt slowly, then shook his head severely, and suddenly stood up.

There is a clear and visible wound on the corner of his left eye, just like a child's mouth, and the blood is flowing

"Go to hell!"

Just at the moment when he just stood up straight, "a string of whip" suddenly rushed over, and hit him heavily on the cheek.

"Bang" to the ground, Shi Hansheng again fell to the ground.

This time, there was no more movement.

"Pooh!"

"Waste!"

"A string of whip" heavy one, spat on Shi Hansheng body, full face ferocious and disdain.

"Two rounds of waste like this?"

"Waste my time!"

"No policeman has ever dared to run here to be arrogant. Today I will let you have a long memory!"

"A string of whips" said, striding over and lifting his big foot, he had to kick down on Shi Hansheng's arm. As long as the kick was real, Shi Hansheng's right arm was bound to have broken tendons and fractures. If it was not done properly, he would have a lifelong disability.

And no one stopped him!

Even the referee doesn't see it.

Although this is totally against the rules, what about that?

This is an underground ring, not a serious ring.

Here, there are more seriously injured and disabled boxers. No one cares about one more today!

Even the audience has been shouting, one by one with the fight like chicken blood, excited not to be able to!

Only one girl was crying "no --"

but who cares?

At this moment, there was a loud bang, as if something had been knocked open.

The crowd turned back in astonishment. They saw the closed door behind the auditorium suddenly burst open. Then, a man flew in from the open gate and flew several meters away. Only then did they hit the ground and screamed loudly.

On closer inspection, he is a security guard of the underground boxing ring.

But I don't know what kind of evil he was. He performed "flying man" in the daytime