Night Hacker Chapter 77: The sword in the stone
"In the previous boxing area, there was no Shengshou Boxing Gym. The previous boxing area was not a casino! Now, the bank dog comes here whenever he wants, and makes trouble when he says he wants to. The boxing area does not get any respect. We are not Anyone pays attention to it!
"Respect is earned by fighting! Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
The violent sound waves rushed straight into the dark night sky, the glare of various car lights shone, and the rain became heavier.
Multiple street entrances are radially connected to Fist Stone Square, and the main entrance of the magnificent Shengshou Boxing Gym faces the square.
At this time, although the square was still empty, with only one family of security personnel, the streets such as Kuzhan Street and Death Fight Street were already crowded with people. in the rain.
These boxers are approaching step by step this square that belongs to them but is now tightly sealed, and the noise is boiling.
The giant three-vine screen on the front wall of the Shengshou Boxing Gym no longer displays the live action of the ring in the gym, but is the captain of the anti-riot task force quickly established by the Metropolitan Police Department's emergency response team. Elyza Carton, female police superintendent.
The hideous scarred face of this old woman has a certain deterrent effect on the streets.
"Listen, everyone in the boxing area, you have violated multiple boxing area blockade control bans and multiple illegal assembly bans, posing a serious threat to the safety of citizens. Leave immediately! If you break into the boxing stone square for half a step, The riot squad will open fire on you."
The rumbling sound was accompanied by the rain falling from the sky. There were more than 30 armed helicopters circling above the block. It was raining heavily, but not a problem for a great driver.
These helicopters are like steel eagles, and their airborne weapons, whether they are machine guns or cannons, are all aimed at the crowd at every street intersection.
This is why the blood eaters are still calm at this moment, not to mention the continuous flow of anti-riot task force personnel, just this batch of helicopters can wipe out the boxers on the ground.
It was also these things that made the fighters stop a few steps away from the square.
They looked at the dark night sky. This is not a hopeful battle. There will be nothing but blood and a pile of broken and incomplete mixed corpses.
Even the blood will be washed away by the rain, and it will all flow into the sewer.
However, 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 turbulent, and making the blood of the predecessors in the sewer revive.
This Eliza Carton, 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 new toddler in the family.
Maybe they are still short of a strong order, from the one person, the flag, who can let them step out and die happily.
The black panther fist flag was not enough weight, and the sword flag of the God of War gang was not waved.
"The God of War gang is dead, they are already dead!"
Another boy from the Douji Black Panther Gang shouted loudly:
"The flesh and blood guy killed dozens of boxers, and the God of War gang didn't even let a fart go. The bank dog ran in to search here and there, engaged in boxing matches, and offended our boxing stones, and the God of War gang didn't even let a fart go! "
"I don't hate the flesh and blood guys, I admire the flesh and blood guys, they never say how big their fists are, but their fists are big!"
The more people listened, the more turbulent they became. This statement clearly does not have the extraordinary power of fabricators, singers, etc.
But these words were tearing off that layer of fake gauze, tearing their wounds, and arousing the pain that couldn't be wiped away with Voltaren ointment.
They hurt and they don't want to hurt anymore.
"Let's use our blood to regain the honor that belongs to our boxing area!"
"Honor can only be forged in blood!"
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
The night rain became more violent, and the ground was shaking.
The faces of young boxers are male or female, tall or thin, with tattoos, mechanical transformations all over their bodies, warriors, or assassins.
From the street to the end of the street, from the main road to the alley, people began to advance again.
In the high-rise buildings and shops in various streets, many figures that were previously hidden in them gradually emerged.
They carried firearms, and distributed more firearms than they could use to the boxers who were already on the streets.
Even from the dimly lit headquarters building of the God of War Gang, a large group of people came out with a blatant appearance.
The torrents of people from all walks of life are about to meet at Fist Stone Square.
But at the same time, Elyza Caton in the three-vine giant screen showed his ferocious appearance, stopped speaking politely, and said directly: "If you are not afraid of death, or that your whole family will die afterwards, go in , Let's see how many shots you can block!"
In the night sky, on the ground, there are machine gun erection points and sniper points on some tall buildings around.
All kinds of heavy machine guns and machine guns were ready, and the strong lights from dozens of armed helicopters lit up the ground.
The security personnel of each consortium remained expressionless, and the blades hidden under the flesh of their arms popped out with a click, ready for 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 rush into the square like mice.
At this moment when the street war is on the verge of breaking out.
Suddenly, from the main entrance of Shengshou Boxing Gym, a figure stepped out, walked in the rain, and walked towards the middle of the square.
It was a girl who looked less than twenty years old, with a firm figure, her dark blue hair was wet by the rain, and her orange windbreaker was blown by the night wind, bell-bottom pants and sneakers were in her hands. He was also holding a sword that seemed neither too long nor too short.
There is a kind of determination in her beautiful face.
"I'm Elizabeth Sterling, from the Seth Group!" Her clear voice diffused through the rain.
Now, all groups of people are shrouded in doubt.
They could tell at a glance that the girl had a temperament completely different from that of a street dog, but not everyone recognized her, and her clothes didn't look like a bank dog either.
It's just that some people still know who she is, especially since she has been wandering around the boxing area these days, she has long been famous.
"What kind of **** is Princess Seth..."
"It is the possible heir of the Seth Sterling family! The bank dog thinks that her life alone can outweigh all of us."
"How could she come out..."
This unexpected situation spread quickly in various streets, and the young and old boxers were all surprised;
The square is so empty, isn't she afraid of being shot to death by a dark gun?
They are mentally prepared that after this battle, they will not see any blood-eaters, because this is the norm.
They looked at the one-way glass windows of those high-rise private rooms in the Shengshou Boxing Gym, as if they could see figures floating inside.
Those blood eaters are inside, drinking red wine, standing there talking and watching the show.
But this woman... what's going on...
"I dare not say that I understand your feelings, but I want to understand."
Elizabeth looked around, looking at the strange faces in the distance that were drenched by the rainy night.
Some are full of scars, some have undergone weird plastic surgery, all kinds of strange hairstyles, all kinds of fancy clothes, looking "cheap, unstyled, mix-and-match, ridiculous, street stalls, 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 that VIP box that was like an ice cellar.
The people here, these "brave and ruthless people", have hot blood.
"I want to tell you, I respect the boxing area, and I respect you!"
Elizabeth shouted loudly, and gradually there was a surge in her heart, turning the long-standing gloom into a torrential rain.
"I am the one standing with you. I came to the boxing area because of you. You are a treasure!"
While she was shouting, she looked at the surrounding crowd who were still restless, with suspicious, incomprehensible, and cursing voices mixed together.
She didn't say that she was not a blood eater but a hero, and they wouldn't believe it if she said that, so there was no need to say that.
In many cases, no matter how much words are said, it is not as good as actions.
Elizabeth raised the sword in her hand. This sword is not a strange thing, but an ordinary electronic sword. She bought it for her after visiting the boxing area for the past few days and liked it.
Its shape is the mixed style of Liuguang City, the sword body is engraved with codes, the sword grid is classical Western style, and the hilt is wrapped with wires.
Suddenly, holding the sword in her right hand, she slashed at the palm of her left hand. Suddenly, in the splitting pain, the skin was ripped apart, and blood gushed out.
There is a cultural tradition in the boxing area, which is a ceremony belonging to boxers.
Under the gazes of countless stunned and suspicious eyes around the square, Elizabeth walked up to the majestic fist stone, raised her **** left palm, and pressed it on the fist stone. The blood immediately stained the majestic fist stone. 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 boxers.
No matter where you come from, no matter who you were before, whether you have committed anything or not.
Come to the boxing area, perform this ceremony, and join here, you are a boxer.
The night rain fell heavily, and Elizabeth felt the pain in her palms, surrounded by the sound of a confused crowd.
All the security personnel on the square were stunned blankly, not to mention the phantoms behind the one-way glass in the high-rise private rooms of Shengshou Boxing Gym, what is she doing, what is this special person doing...
Of course, no banker would ever do this. What's the difference between a boxing area and a muddy pond? It's all rubbish.
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a rush of information, and the nerves in her brain seemed to be called to jump.
The talent of overdrive brings inspiration, the retrospective program starts, and the redemption program starts...
Elizabeth saw that the fist stone was shining in the night rain, and the **** palms of every boxer who had been bright red were shining on it~IndoMTL.com~ The ancient fist stone was bleeding, she was incarnated in the past years, Thousands of people who have stood here.
The pain of cutting their palms, the heroism of hitting rocks, 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.
They want to fight, but they don't want to fight, don't want to be like this.
Tonight, what they want more than anything else is relief from a pain that no amount of ointment can heal.
[Redemption, program level: Elementary 99% ↑]
All of a sudden, the redemption program soared from 56% of the primary level to 99%, and then again.
[Redemption, program level: Intermediate 52% ↑]
I don't know where something went wrong in the mind network. A cache of information left by a strange group gushes out from the Fist Stone. It may be affected by her personality desire, and even more affected by the retrospection program. Consciousness data poured into the long sword in her hand.
What is the treasure... Elizabeth knows, the sword in the stone is in her hands.
This ordinary electronic sword is becoming a strange thing.
All of a sudden, the streets were noisy and boiling again, and the horns and horns of various cars rang out one after another. The crowd also broke out into bursts of excited shouts, towards Fist Stone, towards the girl in orange clothes and blue hair.
The girl pressed the huge fist stone with one hand, and raised the electronic long sword towards the hazy night sky with the other.
Jianfeng's fierce light was brighter than the dilapidated neon lights everywhere in this block and the giant screen in the Shengshou Boxing Gym. It pierced through the dripping rain and brought a new light to the city of streamers.
This rainy night, Elizabeth Sterling, she's a boxer and a hero.