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 from home, no matter how fierce the competition becomes, you still have to maintain your dignity. Even if you want to stab someone in private, you will 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.

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

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 big 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 hadn't been so nervous for a long, long, long time.

After looking at the two masters he 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 boxer who has won twenty-four consecutive fights in the Detroit Black Boxing Tournament, and the other is a recently retired combat instructor who has taught fighting in the Delta Force for fourteen years.

With a young and energetic underground puncher with fierce attacks, an experienced fighting expert in his prime, and the battle-hardened Dawson personally taking part in the battle, Smith did not 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. Zhongmi 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 Mo Mo? Nameless 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 opponent on the spot twice and beat his opponent 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 after hearing 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 can stand at the front, side by side with Dawson, but still takes up a bit of Fang Zhenwu's attention.

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. He was invited to fight because his men are accurate. We must try to avoid death. "

Dawson was not familiar with either of them. After speaking, he said to Fang Zhenwu: "What do you think?"

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

Fang Zhenwu didn't finish his words. 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, how can a real big shot watch the battle in person unless he is determined to support one of them? There is always one side that wants to win. It will be nice to see the winner in the future, but it will be better to see 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 a nickname in black boxing matches. The black man planned to use the same name here. He said confidently: "I'll 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 Probably not

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 first walked into the circular circle, then confidently raised his arms and made a muscle-flexing movement, and then faced the crowd of armored groups. First line: "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 clapped, 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 slightly, he moved back, and whispered: "Dawson, you can never agree to that kind of King of Fighters format, and you must never give Iceman a chance to wear three...

In desperation, Fang Zhenwu directly reminded Dawson that he could no longer care about the fact that being overheard would damage the dignity of the Zhanhuo Group. But there was something wrong with his prompting method, 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.

The truth is that when the explosive flames rushed out and blinked in front of the Iceman at a distance of less than one meter, and before he could make a small but effective attack, the Iceman suddenly shuddered. Short, and then Gao Guang didn't even see what actions he made. Burst Flame turned his head, bent his waist, and 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.

The light flashed, and then he looked at Fang Zhenwu, while Dawson first looked at the explosive flames that didn't move immediately after falling to the ground with a confused look, 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. Let's admit defeat 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: "Iceman and I are one kind of people, and you are another kind of people. We understand, but you I can’t understand it.”

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 it's a black boxer or a count fighter. , They are not on the same level as the Iceman, they will definitely lose."

Dawson immediately said: "What power?"

Fang Zhenwu still didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say: "Concentration, the power that can only be obtained by putting all your soul and body into fighting. Iceman is a very pure fighter, he has pure power.

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