Night Hacker

   Chapter 77 Sword in the Stone

"In the former boxing area, there was no winning boxing gym, the former boxing area was not a casino! Now, the bank dog will come as soon as you say it, and it will make trouble if you say it. The boxing area has not received any respect, and we will not be let go by anyone. In the eyes!

   "Respect is earned by fighting! Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

  The furious sound waves shot straight into the gloomy night sky, the glare of various car lights radiated in all directions, and the rain became heavier.

  Multiple street entrances are radially connected to Quanshi Square, and the main entrance of the magnificent Shengshou Boxing Gym is facing the square.

   At this time, although the square was still empty and there were only a family of security guards, the streets of Kuangzhan Street, Death Fight Street, etc. were already crowded with people, cars honked nonstop, and the fist flags of Douji and Black Panther fluttered in the rain.

   These boxers are approaching this square that belonged to them, but is now tightly sealed, making noise and boiling.

The giant three-tooth screen on the front and outer wall of the Shengshou Boxing Stadium no longer displays the live boxing match in the arena, but the captain of the riot contingent quickly established by the Emergency Response Team of the Metropolitan Police Department, Eliza. - Superintendent Caton.

   This old woman's hideous scarred face has a certain deterrent effect on the street.

"Listen to the people in the Boxing District Street, you have violated multiple boxing block control bans and multiple illegal assembly bans, posing a serious security threat to the citizens. Leave immediately! If you break into the Boxing Stone Square for half a step, the riot team will Fire on you."

  The sound of rumbling was accompanied by the rain falling from the sky, and over this block, more than 30 gunships were hovering. It was raining a lot, but that wasn't a problem for a super driver.

  These helicopters are like steel eagles, and the airborne weapons, whether machine guns or machine guns, are aimed at the crowds at each street intersection.

   This is the reason why the blood eaters are still calm at this time, not to mention the continuous flow of anti-riot contingent personnel, just this batch of helicopters can sweep the ground fighters out.

   is also these things, making the boxers stop a few steps away from the square.

   They looked at the dark night sky, it was not a hopeful battle, there was nothing but blood and a pile of mutilated mixed corpses.

   Even the blood will be washed away by the rain, and all of it will flow into the sewers.

   But even so, there is still a ghost from the past boxing area wandering among these people, making them unable to swallow this breath, making the blood in their bodies agitate, and making the blood of the predecessors in the sewers recover.

  This Eliza Caton, the old poisonous woman, wants to beat up when she sees it...

   But still, there is something preventing them from taking that step.

   Maybe it's the newborn child in the family who just started to walk.

   Maybe they are still a little short of a strong order, from the person who can let them step out and die happily, that flag.

The   Black Panther Fist Flag was not enough, and the Sword Flag of the God of War Gang did not wave out.

   "The God of War Gang is dead, long dead!"

   Another boy from the Black Panther Gang shouted loudly:

   "The Bone Blood Guy killed dozens of boxers, and the God of War gang didn't let a single fart. The bank dog ran in to rummage here and there, engage in boxing matches, and offended our fist stones, and the God of War gang didn't let a single fart!"

   "I don't hate the Bone Blood Guy, I admire the Bone Blood Guy. They never say how big their fists are, but their fists are big!"

  The more people listened, the more turbulent the crowd became. This statement shows that there is no extraordinary power such as fabricators and singers.

   But these words were tearing off the layer of false gauze, tearing their bruises all over their bodies, and evoking pain that couldn't be removed with Voltaren ointment.

   They are in pain and they don’t want to be in pain anymore.

   "Just use our blood to get back the honor that belongs to our boxing area!"

   "Honor can only be forged by blood!"

   "Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

   The night rain was even more violent, and the ground was shaking.

  The faces of the young boxers, male or female, tall or thin, tattooed, or covered with mechanical transformations, warriors, or assassins.

  From the street to the end of the street, from the main road to the alley, people started to advance again.

  In those high-rise buildings and shops in various streets, many figures who were hidden inside gradually came out.

   They carried firearms, and distributed too many firearms to the boxers who were already on the streets.

   Even the dimly lit headquarters building of the God of War Gang walked out of a large group of people with dignified faces.

   The torrents of people from all walks of life will meet at the Boxing Stone Square.

But at the same time, Eliza Caton in the giant three-tower screen showed his fierceness, no longer speaking in a succinct manner, and said directly: "If you are not afraid of death, if you are not afraid that your whole family will die after the incident, then go in and see you. Can stop a few shots!"

  In the night sky, on the ground, in the machine gun erection points and sniper points on some surrounding tall buildings.

   All kinds of reloaded machine guns and machine guns were ready, and the strong light from dozens of armed helicopters lit up the ground.

   The security guards of the various consortiums were still expressionless, and the blades hidden under the skin of their arms all bounced out, ready to engage in possible melee combat at any time.

   After all, there are a lot of people on the other side, and there will always be one or two who can enter the square like mice.

   At this moment when the street war is about to break out.

  Suddenly, from the main entrance of Shengshou Boxing Gym, a figure walked out, walking in the rain, towards the middle of the square.

It was a girl who looked less than 20 years old, with a sturdy figure, her long dark blue hair was wet by the rain, and the night wind blew her orange trench coat flying, flared pants and sneakers, she still held in her hands A sword that looks neither long nor short.

   There is a certain determination on her beautiful face.

   "I'm Elizabeth Sterling, from the Seth Group!" Her clear voice diffused through the rain.

   This time, all the crowds were shrouded in doubt.

   They could see at a glance that the girl had a completely different temperament from that of a street dog, but not everyone recognized her, and her clothes didn't look like a bank dog.

   It's just that some people still know who she is, especially since she has been visiting the boxing area in person these past few days, she has already become famous.

  She's not like other bank dogs, she's polite, not arrogant, and she'll berate the security guards who are rude to them...

   "What the **** is Princess Seth..."

   "The possible heir to the Seth Sterling family! The Bank Dog thinks her life alone can outlast us all."

   "How could she come out..."

   This sudden situation spread quickly in various streets, and the young and old boxers were all surprised; the members of the Douji Black Panther Gang were eager to move, but they were also very surprised.

  The square is so empty, so she is not afraid of being shot dead by a gun?

   They were mentally prepared that after the battle, they would not see a single blood eater, because this was the normal state.

   They looked at the one-way glass windows of the high-rise private rooms of the Shengshou Boxing Hall, as if they could see the shadows of people inside.

   Those blood eaters are inside, drinking red wine, standing there talking, laughing and watching a play.

  But this girl...

  Because of her image and reputation from shopping these days, the street crowd stopped for a while, wanting to hear what she had to say.

   "I dare not say that I understand your feelings, but I want to understand."

  Elizabeth looked around, looking at the unfamiliar faces in the distance that were drenched by the rainy night.

  Some are full of scars, some have undergone weird cosmetic transformations, all kinds of strange hairstyles, all kinds of strange clothes, looking "cheap, unstyled, mix and match, ridiculous, street goods, garbage"...

   But these "street dogs" made her feel that they were much more alive than those blood eaters.

   The cold night rain hit her face, but it was much warmer than the VIP box that was like an ice cellar.

   The people here, these "fighting and ruthless people", have hot blood.

   "I want to tell you, I respect the boxing area, I respect you!"

   Elizabeth shouted loudly, and there was an agitation in her heart, turning the long-standing gloom into a rainstorm.

   "I am the one who stands with you. I came to the boxing area because of you. You are a treasure!"

   She shouted, while watching the crowd in all directions still restless, and the voices of doubt, incomprehension, and cursing were mixed.

   She didn't say that she was not a blood eater but a hero, and they wouldn't believe it if she said it, there's no need to say that.

   Boxers don't listen to big truths, and many times, no matter how much they say, it is not as good as actual action.

   Elizabeth raised the sword in her hand. This sword is not a strange thing, it's just an ordinary electronic sword. She bought it because she liked it while visiting the boxing area these days.

   Its shape is the mixed style of Liuguang City, the sword body is engraved with code, the sword is classical in Western style, but the wire is wrapped around the hilt.

  Suddenly, she held the sword in her right hand and slashed the palm of her left hand. Suddenly, in the pain of the crack, the skin was torn apart, and blood rushed out.

There is a cultural tradition in the    boxing area, which is a ritual belonging to the boxer.

   Under the stunned and astonished gazes of countless eyes around the square, Elizabeth walked to the majestic fist stone, raised her left palm full of blood, and pressed it against the fist stone. The blood immediately dyed the majestic fist stone even redder.

  The rain is constantly washing away, but what cannot be washed away is the culture of the boxing area, the spirit of the boxing area, and the honor of the boxer.

   No matter where you came from, no matter who you were before, it’s okay to be a bank dog, no matter what you did or not.

   Came to the boxing area, performed this ceremony, joined here, and became a boxer.

   The night rain roared down, Elizabeth felt a pain in her palm, and there was a dazed crowd around her.

   All the security guards in the square froze with expressionless expressions, not to mention the phantoms behind the one-way glass in the high-rise private room of Shengshou Boxing Stadium, what is she doing, what is this disabled person doing...

   Of course no banker would ever do this, what is the difference between a boxing area and a mud pond, it's all garbage. This kind of broken culture and broken ritual, they can only dismiss it.

  Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a rush of information, and her brain seemed to be pulsing with a call.

   The talent of overdrive brings inspiration, the retrospective program starts, the redemption program starts...

Elizabeth saw that the fist stone was shining in the night rain, every once bright red fist was shining on it, the ancient fist stone was bleeding, she was incarnated in the past years, who stood here Millions.

  The pain of cutting their palms, their heroic smashing of stones, their imagination of the future, their passion for life...

   And now, many of them have passed away, and many more are standing in the crowd around the square at this time.

   They want to fight, but they don't want to fight, they don't want to be like this, they don't want to die hopelessly.

   Tonight, all they want is a little respect for a pain that no ointment can cure.

  [Redemption, program level: primary 99%↑]

   All of a sudden, the redemption program soared from 56% in the primary level to 99%, and then again.

  【Redemption, program level: Intermediate 52%↑】

I don't know which part of the mind network went wrong. A strange cache of information left by the group poured out from the fist stone. It may be affected by her personality desire, and even more affected by the retrospective program, which turned into a flood of consciousness data. into the long sword in her hand.

  What is the treasure... Elizabeth knows, the sword in the stone is in her hand.

  This ordinary electronic sword is turning into a strange thing.

  Suddenly, the streets became noisy again, and the whistles and horns of various cars sounded one after another.

  The crowd also burst into bursts of excited shouts, towards the fist stone, towards the orange-clothed and blue-haired girl new boxer who gave them respect and became one of them.

   Just like every time a new boxer hits the stone, passersby will always embrace it.

   And the Black Panthers, no matter what, silence will never destroy the true spirit of the boxing area. The boxing area does not ask where you came from, and all the dead can be reborn here.

  The girl held the huge fist stone with one hand and raised the electronic long sword towards the hazy night sky with the other.

  Jianfeng's sternness is brighter than the dilapidated neon lights everywhere in this block and the giant screen of Shengshou Boxing Gym. It penetrates the dripping rain and brings a new light to this city of streamers.

  This rainy night, Elizabeth Sterling, she is a boxer and a hero.

   Thank you Jiang Qi for playing a Silver League yesterday. He is awesome and mighty. I am very grateful for such a strong support, so that this book can have more exposure.

   (end of this chapter)