Psychics don't die from gunfire

Black Fist's arrangements came quickly.

In the evening of the next day, Song Shi, who was being guarded in the apartment, received the good news of Fatty Chen.

"Brother Song! The opponent has been found! Let's fight today!"

Fatty Chen slapped the door and said with a smile, "How was your rest?"

"Had a peaceful sleep."

The other party replied, "I can see that compared to yesterday's fatigue, the young man's demeanor is obviously much more energetic at this moment."

"That's good, that's good." Fatty Chen said, "Then let's go there now?"

The two of them went downstairs, and the same van drove onto the highway.

"Do you have any information about your opponent?"

"Of course there is. I can't let you run into it with a blind eye." Fatty Chen took out a data tablet from his arms and handed it over: "Let's take a look."

On the tablet was a photo of a shirtless muscular man.

Guo Tiao, a thug raised by the Iron Gate Gang, had already made a name for himself even before he was equipped with a prosthetic body. He could not get close to seven or eight people, and his arms were all replaced with prosthetics.

"Wait a minute, prosthetic body." The young man frowned: "This guy has a prosthetic body to assist him. What should I do? Do you want me to use a gun?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Looking at the young man's almost completely natural body except for a data interface and several electrode patches, Fatty Chen shook his head: "You will know when you get to the scene. I won't let you go up there with bare hands."

"Ah, by the way, don't get me wrong. I'm not going to perform surgery on you and put on a prosthetic body on the spot."

"It's understandable that resources are scarce in the wasteland and there are no implants available, but don't think about it. If you come here, you can install a prosthetic body. How much do you know about us?"

Seeing the other party shaking his head, Fatty Chen showed a look of understanding and said seriously: "Then let me tell you straight, you can't pretend to be a prosthetic body just because you want to. You must obtain the corresponding quota license quota before you can do implantation." You have to undergo surgery, otherwise it is a crime, and the surveillance network will catch you in one fell swoop, dismantle your prosthetic body, and send you to jail.”

"Look."

As he spoke, Fatty Chen rolled up his right sleeve and showed a hint of iron with a slightly complacent expression: "Turning ball second generation mechanical prosthesis, 190,000 silver coupons, I can now have five coins spinning at the same time on my fingertips , How scary is the flexibility? I have been working with my boss for four years, and he saw that I was diligent, so he personally applied for the license quota for me. "

While talking, the van slowly stopped.

"Oh! Here we are!"

This area is obviously much more prosperous than the apartment street. In the early evening, there is already a bit of neon night. In the bright light of the imitation wooden hollow lampposts, the five-color gauze hanging along the street dances leisurely.

In the second half of the street, there is a magnificent building, with a line of large Chinese characters like dragons and phoenixes outlined on its plaque.

Changmeng Club.

"The surname is Chen! Is this the newcomer you brought?"

As soon as he stepped into the door of the club, someone raised his voice, and a middle-aged man in a suit opened his hands and greeted him with a smile: "Hey, such thin skin and tender flesh?"

"Shut up your bad mouth!" Fatty Chen sneered unceremoniously: "Get your banknotes ready early! Otherwise, your crotch will be pushed out later!"

With that said, Fatty Chen pulled the young man inside.

When they reached the deserted corridor, the former said: "That man's name is Wang Meng. His gang has always been in conflict with our Red Blood Association. Leave him alone. A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory."

"Yes." The young man nodded calmly: "When will the fight start?"

"Don't worry, let's go and sign the contract first. Wait a minute, someone is looking for me." Fatty Chen showed up the buzzing data tablet: "In this way, you go straight to the end, turn left and go to the second room. You go first and tell me my name, they know how to do it."

"contract?"

"Of course we have to sign a contract! We are a regular competition! We will never do anything illegal! The surveillance network is watching!"

Fatty Chen finished speaking in one breath and turned around the corner.

Song Shi followed the instructions and entered the room at the end of the corridor. When he saw someone coming in, the two burly men who were sitting immediately stood up.

"Skinny Chen called me here to sign the contract."

"Oh, you are Fatty Chen's new recruit." One of the strong men took out a tablet, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it over: "The interface is ready, just sign your name, remember to add your household registration coding."

Song Shi took the tablet and did not sign it directly, but carefully browsed the terms of the contract.

A few seconds later, he pointed to a place and said in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, 'Once the game starts, life or death does not matter', what does this mean? Isn't it a regular game?"

"What does it mean? Literally."

The strong man who handed over the tablet twisted his neck: "When you get into the ring, you are responsible for life and death. This is black boxing. Do you think it's just playing house?"

"Besides, who told you that no one can die in a regular competition?"

"This is different from what I said at the beginning."

".Um?"

The strong man squinted his eyes, his expression suddenly changed, and he revealed a bit of a sinister smile: "I don't care about anything, not the first thing, anyway, you signed the name for me quickly, don't tell me, it's already here, Do you still want to regret it?”

While he was talking, another strong man also came around.

However, facing the two people surrounding him, the young man frowned, but was not afraid at all. He clenched his fingers into fists——

"Hey! What's wrong? What's wrong!"

At this moment, the door opened and Fatty Chen walked in. Seeing the scene in front of him, he quickly stood between the two parties and signaled both parties to calm down.

"Skinny Chen, you're a newbie and you're not very sensible."

The strong man didn't put on a good face and said coldly.

"This is different from what was promised."

The young man said solemnly.

"Brother Song! It's my fault, I'm so stupid, I forgot to mention it!" Fatty Chen patted his forehead and put on a smile: "Black boxing does have risks. Think about it, with so many benefits, how can it be possible? There are no risks? You are also a person who came from the wasteland, so I don’t need to explain this. "

"Dead people are also called a little risk?"

"That sounds bluffing."

Chen Shouzi said sternly: "The main thing is that fists and kicks are not long-sighted, and accidents will inevitably happen. If the terms are not written in advance, it will be an 'accident' when it happens. According to the penalties of relevant laws and regulations, the organizer will suffer a lot. But if it is written in After the terms and conditions are met, if this happens again, it will be within the scope of reasonable competition, not illegal, and will not be punished.”

"This is just an insurance policy. How can someone really die on the field? And am I not here? I am the introducer, and I have the right to stop the game directly for you! Don't worry, don't worry."

Seeing that the young man was silent, Fatty Chen gradually stopped smiling. Taking advantage of the other's thinking, he quietly glanced at the strong man, who blocked the door faintly: "Brother Song, we are all here, don't give up."

Then, he heard the young man say.

"Walk."

Fatty Chen's smile suddenly appeared again: "It's so nice!"

So under the guidance of Fatty Chen, the two parties passed through the magnificent and luxuriously decorated hall, turned into a guarded elevator, and quietly descended underground——

Hot air waves mixed with alcohol, breath, and blood rushed towards him the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

Underground of the clubhouse is a huge underground space.

There are stands on both sides, with heads buzzing. There is a row of opaque boxes on the top floor, and in the center of the space, there is a huge arena.

At this moment, on the ring, a burly man with short hair stood proudly. Every time he raised his hands, in the dim light reflected on the surface of the pair of huge prosthetic limbs, cheers rang out from the stands on both sides.

"Guo Zhao!"

"Guo Chou——! Just fuck him and it's over!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"All in! Guo Chi will win! My mortgage depends on you!"

The boxer of the Iron Gate Gang, a man known as "Guo Zhao", looked at the young man in the distance, smiled evilly, and wiped his neck.

"It's okay if the degree of prostheticization is less than 5%. You can choose three pieces of equipment." The referee's prosthetic eyes lit up, he scanned the young man and nodded: "I personally suggest that you at least get a weapon, for example"

Forty-seven seconds later.

On the ring covered with different shades of dried blood, a young man with a power arm carried an alloy short knife. After twenty-seven moves, he knocked the man over cleanly, and then the latter refused to admit defeat. , when he still wanted to fight back, he stabbed his right palm to pieces with a knife, exploding parts everywhere.

Fifteen minutes later.

The president of the Red Blood Society got up from the bathtub and sent an urgent message to Fatty Chen.

——Brother Song will be brought to my house for a meal tonight.