"Tomahawk Sweep."

The audience went crazy, their favorite Death Mark finally had his own stunt.

"Tang Long, look for Tang Long's remains. My mission is to kill."

Lin Hun raised his arms and roared like a wild beast.

"Is this Lin Huan? Shuangzi, can you zoom in closer? Look, this guy is really annoying. Tell him to go away."

In a small room outside the black market boxing match, Xianya and others were gathered in front of a monitor, watching Lin Huan's match. The picture was very blurry. A broad back suddenly appeared in front of the camera, blocking all sight, and the monitor

Suddenly it was pitch dark.

"You think this is a live broadcast, and you still expect to treat the pinhole camera as a professional SLR camera?"

Liang Shuang moved his hands over the computer keyboard, and the camera turned its direction, and his sight suddenly opened up and was aimed at the exit.

Liang Shuang and others were immediately stunned by the person who appeared.

Teams of armed security guards, holding various guns, quickly surrounded the boxing ring. The sound of bullets being loaded "krack, krack" told everyone that this was not an act, but a real killing.

Lin Hun, who was still in the boxing ring, was also shocked. What appeared was a team of shackled yellow men.

Although walking is inconvenient, we can still tell from their sonorous footsteps, straight waists and resolute eyes that they are Chinese soldiers.

Lin Hun was all too familiar with this feeling.

Only the Chinese soldiers who stand in military posture and practice formation can have this kind of grace. Every action they take makes Lin Hun feel extremely friendly.

I counted exactly twelve people, the size of a standard hunting team. Judging from their formation, the man on the left should be their commander. He has a resolute face, but still has a youthful look to it.

of youthfulness.

The members of this team were already in ragged clothes and looked green. They must have suffered a lot. There were still bloodstains on the leader's face and hands.

Inadvertently, a lot of knowledge about the Chinese army appeared in Lin Hun's mind.

When these soldiers first entered the venue, they were a little surprised to see so many spectators, but then their faces showed indifference. Some of them even looked ruffian and blew hooligan whistles at the audience.

Through Sasaki's explanation, Lin Hun learned that these people were caught when they infiltrated the underworld and obtained Zhe Peng's secrets.

When they heard that they were Chinese and were caught spies, the audience immediately celebrated and threw bottles and other objects in their hands at the group of twelve people. But these twelve people were doing whatever they were supposed to do.

Turning a blind eye to the flying objects, he walked leisurely towards the ring.

While Lin Hunkou was in great shock, Rabbit and Vodka, who were slightly awake, helped each other towards the ring again.

Then three boxers came up from Jiuwei's side. The leader was a skinny yellow man with eyes full of unruliness and arrogance. The two tall white men behind him seemed to have a Siberian coldness when they appeared.

The wind made Rabbit and others shiver involuntarily.

"They are the Ivan brothers who killed the Panasonic brothers. They are very powerful." Rabbit walked quietly to Lin Huan and introduced the characters in a low voice.

Although they don't know the rules of this game, if they want to come back alive, their biggest hope is Lin Hun.

"The one in front is Zhepeng, the cousin of Jiuwei Hongtang. Jiuweimu is known as the Invincible King Kong. His record is 103 games, and he killed his opponents 103 times. Legend has it that he was a ninja at first, and later he stole the powerful skills from a Chinese boxer.

King Kong

His body is as hard as a diamond and cannot be penetrated by a knife, hence the nickname of the Indestructible King Kong." Listening to Rabbit's explanation, Lin Huan nodded slightly. This guy must have practiced the Chinese Golden Bell.

, hard qigong such as iron cloth shirt.

Looking at the ten Chinese soldiers, and then at Jiu Weimu and others, Lin Hun was thinking about how to deal with it. The three-party melee, no matter which side he faced, and he was dragging two wounded people, it would be more dangerous than bad.

Several security guards came up, and there was a sound of metal clashing. The handcuffs and shackles of the Chinese soldiers were opened, but the thugs only opened one side. It seemed that they were still worried about these people and prevented them from escaping.

"Steel clang clang", with a crisp sound, a leather bag filled with weapons was thrown towards the center of the field. In Lin Hun's view, these weapons were obviously leaning towards Jiuwei Mu's side.

Several young soldiers went to grab weapons, but were stopped by the leading commander. Instead, they lifted their handcuffs and shackles, and some used them as meteor hammers, while others wrapped the iron chains around their hands and used them as finger tigers.

Sasaki was stunned for a while. As the host, he could not have imagined that the iron shackles still locked on the Chinese people would actually become their weapons, giving them a temporary advantage.

The presence of weapons means blood, which will bring death. What's more, the blood and death of Chinese people are what these Zhepeng people who are looking for excitement like to see.

The boxing ring was boiling again, and the audience chanted "Kill the China Pig." This slogan was like a plague, quickly spreading through the boxing ring.

Lin Hun and Rabbit frowned at the same time. These arrogant Zhepeng people were still dreaming about their power a hundred years ago.

People who live in fantasies are nothing short of sad, but people who struggle in other people's fantasies are even sadder.

The young Chinese soldier wanted to rush over before the opponent could pick up his weapon. However, he was stopped by dozens of spears, because Sasaki was still chattering in the middle of the field, teasing the audience's emotions.

Lin Huan understood this time that the rule of this boxing match was that the boxer who killed the most Chinese people would win.

Sasaki even likened Hatoki and Lin Hun to Toshiaki Mukai and Takeshi Noda, the "hundred-man killers" who participated in the killing competition in the Nanjing Massacre a hundred years ago. Of course, the honor of killing belonged to Yu Xun and Hatomu.

Seeing Sasaki running away from the ring, the corners of Lin Hun's mouth turned up slightly. Even he couldn't bear the anger in the eyes of the twelve Chinese soldiers, let alone this wretched Zhepeng man.

At the moment when the gunmen withdrew, the angry Chinese soldiers could no longer contain their anger. They waved the shackles in their hands and divided into two teams and rushed towards Lin Hun and Jiu Weimu.

After a short confrontation, Lin Hun suddenly felt the pressure. These soldiers were completely trading their lives for their lives, but Lin Hun could not bear to hurt these compatriots, so he struggled to support the battle line by himself, holding Rabbit and Vodka behind him.

The screams came, and Lin Huan took the time to glance at Jiuwei Mu. This bastard took a strong punch, but he used a powerful Vajra hand to break the neck of a strong young soldier. Brother Ivan behind him also picked up the weapon from the ground.

The swords and scythes were raised, and the killing began.

Blood splattered everywhere on the field.

How could the Chinese soldiers who were already at the end of their game be the match for a killer who had experienced the fighting arena for a long time?

After losing three men, the commander shouted, and all the soldiers withdrew from the battle circle with red eyes, forming a standard defensive formation.

Although they were not afraid of death, Lin Hun knew that there was no point in these soldiers not wanting to die.
Chapter completed!