Meiman Killer Daily

77

"I bet you a hundred dollars that Jock won't last thirty seconds!"

"I bet thirty dollars that Jock will get the shit kicked out of him!"

"Hahahaha... You all look down on Jock so much. I want to bet that he can win. For one dollar Jock, you have to fight for your glory!"

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In a modern military barracks, outside the boxing ring in the training ground, hundreds of soldiers with burly bodies were waving their muscles, holding towels in their hands and looking at the free fighting ring. An octagonal black chain net wrapped the entire ring like

In the cage, two soldiers wearing equipment walked in from both sides with their upper bodies naked. The man on the left named Jiao Ke had an angry expression. Although he was also over 1.8 meters tall, the Asian body was obviously not that burly.

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The black man on the right is over 1.9 meters tall. His whole body is as muscular as a hill. He is grinning and making crackling fists.

"Jock! Call me daddy and I'll let you go!"

"Wicks, I will beat you until you don't even recognize you!"

The two were about to start a fight when a white-haired strong man walked in with a man with the rank of major general on his epaulettes. The white-haired strong man pointed at the team of hundreds of people with some pride and disdain and started to show off.

"These are the soldiers you want to lead. Although you are my superior, sir, they only recognize fists and not people!"

"Are you sure fists can solve everything!?"

Peter, who had the rank of major general, turned to look at the white-haired man and laughed. The white-haired man nodded with a sneer. Peter dropped his handbag on the ground, threw his military cap to the opponent, and strode towards the free fighting field, pushing aside all the way.

The crowd made a group of people angry, but under Peter's strong power, the soldiers did not make any move to fight back. Mainly because of the epaulette, a soldier cursed in a low voice.

"It's actually a military dog. How did such a bastard get in?"

"Stop talking. Didn't you see Commander Miles? This kid will get out soon!"

Whispers gradually started to sound, and they were all dismissive of Peter. Of course Peter knew the reason. In this world of Earth, human resources are facing depletion. Although the cosmic era has begun and a United Nations fleet has been formed, the Earth is still occupied by five huge

The Federation is divided into separate states, and the country's resources cannot allow them to support the consumption of an entire space fleet by themselves.

Therefore, the United Nations made a compromise and distributed the benefits of the space battleship in the form of national shares. An international company called RDA was established, and the plan to fly to outer space was fully launched. After a hundred years, the earth finally left the solar system.

Each galaxy has established some relatively stable colonial areas, but the resources are still poor.

In desperation, the five major powers decided to cancel the energy consumption under the auspices of the state, and opened up the recruitment of mercenaries and the right of commercial teams to privately develop resource planets in the universe. RDA has completely become an organization similar to the ancient East India Company, and has developed crazily until now.

, barely solved the energy consumption of the earth, but soldiers and mercenaries have become two classes that are diametrically opposed to each other. The former can enjoy state treatment, while the latter is not protected by the state and has to live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

What is even more unlimited is that the military will send some generals to decentralize from time to time. It is called learning, but in fact they are here to get military merit in vain. The mercenaries are fighting against alien life and some private mercenaries are lost in the battle against mercenaries.

There is also victory information, which is not recognized by the United Nations, and if a general of a country is involved in these things, it can become part of the general's achievements. Others are going through life and death every day, but these damn bastards take it away while talking and laughing.

In exchange for all your glory, you also need to share some money. Do you think it will make people angry?

But after all, they are all representatives of the national military, and most of them are useless people. Generally speaking, it is impossible for some people to bear to live in such military camps, so not many generals can persist. However,

These people had obviously thought wrong. Peter walked into the crowd and came to the ring. He took off his military uniform and tied it around his waist. He lifted himself up with a pull and jumped into the free fighting ring in two or three moves.

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"Five hundred thousand, no distinction or limit, if I fall to the ground for even one second, you win!"

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

Five hundred thousand in exchange currency was thrown between the two of them. The white-haired man not far away named Miles also restrained his mocking smile, because he could see that the confidence in Peter's eyes did not look like that.

In the past, half a million yuan was equivalent to a month's food expenses for the entire team.

The black man was irritated by Peter's words and provocation. He raised his hand and punched Peter in the face. Peter took a step back to avoid making a stop motion and pointed at the opponent's eight-fold boxing gloves.

"Pick it off! I like the feeling of punching my flesh!"

"No matter who you are, you will pay the price for these words!"

The man named Jock also had a straight face and looked at Peter with a cold look. He untied his gloves. The black man took a step slower and got out of the way. Jock rushed forward and hit Peter with a left hook and a side kick.

The opponent's abdomen and entire body flew up like a football, not high but enough...

Left hook to the head

In mid-air, Jock's head tilted to the right

The right uppercut hit his chin, and Jock's head moved again.

His shoulders sank, and he turned sideways forward like a bayonet, hitting the chest of the unconscious Jock. Jock was directly thrown from the center circle and hit into the corner, a mouthful of blood spurted out and he passed out completely.

The black man was even more furious. In his eyes, Jock was trash, so he didn't realize what kind of monster he was facing. He punched out quickly. Peter tilted his head to avoid it, because the black man was nearly half a head taller than Peter.

So when Peter squatted down as a whole, his face was already at the same level as his chest.

It still started with a left hook, hitting the opponent's stomach. The black man did not dodge or evade, trying to resist. When the fist hit the abdomen, he spat out a mouthful of acid. The stomach acid was forcefully squeezed out by Peter, and the stinging pain was transmitted through the nerves.

To the brain, however, all this was just the beginning. Peter's compass-like right foot supported and rotated to avoid the opponent's saliva. Just as the black man was about to fall to the ground, Peter side-kicked the opponent's chest and picked him up again.

rise.

The right uppercut hit the ribs on the side. He thrust his body forward to prevent the black man from falling to the ground due to another impact. The left uppercut swung twice in the air and hit the black man's head and face. The bridge of the opponent's nose collapsed instantly and the blood couldn't stop.

They flew out, but Peter still didn't want to let the black man go. He finally had the pleasure of venting, and he said that he liked this kind of fisting experience, and he couldn't get enough of it.

After coming to this world, Peter spent three full months at West Point Military Academy, taking exams, writing papers, taking exams, reviewing, and writing papers. He was almost overwhelmed by the series of studies and wanted to commit suicide. He himself was a scumbag.

And he had no talent for military theory at all, and was expelled midway, but he unexpectedly got this expedition mission to an alien planet. If Peter went to perform it on behalf of the military, then returning to West Point Military Academy would erase the evidence of Peter's expulsion.

Of course, this is also because Peter has perfect scores in other than liberal arts at school, including on-the-spot combat command. Peter has a good overall view (perspective) and accurate shooting, as well as superhuman close combat ability, which makes West Point appreciate talents.

Peter was given a chance, and then Peter came to the Tiehan mechanized mercenary team and was appointed as the leader of the regiment. The previous leader was the muscular old man Miles Quachi just now, who was nicknamed the Devil Muscle Man.

I know that Miles Quatch is already in his fifties this year and has participated in at least 170 alien planet exploration missions.

When he was pulled back to the ring, the black man was like a swinging sandbag, with blood flying to the left and right in arcs. He completely lost consciousness but could not fall to the ground. The center of gravity of the left and right uppercut attacks was very accurately grasped by Peter.

Even with his back turned to everyone, Peter's attack and strength made the entire training ground completely silent. You can't imagine a burly man with a height of over 190cm, swinging from side to side like a willow branch. The entire training ground was in a state of complete silence.

There was no wind, there was only the sound of breathing and the collision of fists and flesh, and everyone in the dead silence was already shivering.

"That's enough! This guy is the best of my men!"

Holding his chest, Miles Quach was very happy. Finally, he had a chewy commander. The smile he just said was so familiar. Wasn't it the evil smile he showed when he trained others? He was happy, excited and crazy.

He was lawless, this was the officer he needed. The blood had already been stained on Peter's upper body and was a little sticky. Peter stopped attacking and kicked the black man to the corner. He stood in the middle circle and almost never left, picking up

The blood-stained money shook it at Miles Quatch and said

"The rest of their medical expenses will be given to the brothers as a meeting gift. When we first meet, my name is Peter Abel!"

Miles Quach made a military salute. After all, they were all soldiers. Under the leadership of Miles Quach, everyone immediately followed suit and straightened their waists to salute, power, strength, money Peter

The general shocked everyone from the beginning. Peter opened the door on the side and walked out. His whole body was covered with sweat and he waved to everyone again.

"Disband"

After saying that, he turned towards the bathing area and left. Miles Quach watched Peter disappear before speaking to everyone.

"This is the newest commander of our tough army. His mission is to train us and make adequate preparations for our trip to Pandora next month. I believe I don't need to say anything else. All we have to do is obey orders absolutely.

No one has an opinion!”

"No sir!"

"Okay! Since there is no...money...save people...disband!"

"Yes! Sir!" (To be continued)