I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 216 3 parties

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a shop.

Bourne glanced at the sign. It was not a fighting gym, but "Drotov's Father's Gun Shop."

"Sir, this street is the territory of the bear people. The fighting gym is behind this store. We will go through the tunnel in the store later. No one will notice us."

Okay, but when a man wearing a priest's robe and holding a Bible and a cross walks into a gun store, is he trying to preach or perform a physical exorcism?

Why does it give people a weird feeling?

But look at the two sides, on the left is "Mrs. West Sex Toys" and on the right is "House of Red Shoes".

Well, let’s go to the gun store. Those two are even less suitable to go to right now!

Joseph led the way in front, familiar with the route. After passing four guard posts, going through three iron gates, taking two elevators, and walking up a slope, Bourne and the others finally arrived at their destination, the cage of the beast.

This place is not too big, only about the size of a basketball hall, with the competition venue in the middle and a circular stepped viewing platform around it.

What’s special is that the competition venue here is a huge rectangular iron cage about five meters high, and the steel wire of the cage is as thick as an adult’s thumb.

Bourne noticed that there were four thick cables connected to the four corners of the iron cage, which meant that the iron cage was probably electrified when the fight began!

It's so barbaric!

"Mr. Joseph, the Slayer is in Room 2. Please follow me."

The person who greeted everyone was a white man with a shaved head. He lowered his head, and his greasy hair hid his beast-like eyes.

Joseph nodded and followed the man forward, introducing him to Bourne as he walked:

This is a mixed martial arts arena, generally used for large-scale brawls between the lowest-level boxers, and is also the dedicated venue for the monthly finals.

Surrounding this hall are nine small arenas of varying sizes, where more advanced boxers compete.

The venue they were going to now was the second largest venue after the No. 1 venue and the most luxurious.

After walking around for a while, we finally arrived at the so-called Hall No. 2.

The decoration here is indeed much better than the previous hall. The walls are all padded, and the center of the hall is not an iron cage, but a round platform with a huge negotiation table on it. Two groups of people are already sitting next to the table.

The group was led by a tall black man.

The black man had blue eyes and was extremely tall. He was about 1.7 meters tall when sitting on a chair, and probably over 2.2 meters tall when standing up.

The person standing closest to him was an old man with almost no hair, a wrinkled face, and wearing a leather apron used for experiments.

There were also several other ferocious-looking guys standing in the audience, looking over here viciously.

Another group of people around the table were beggars and vagrants. About ten of them were standing in an irregular manner, huddled around a sturdy old black man. The old black man had a bumpy face, and when he smiled, his mouth was full of uneven yellow teeth.

"Joseph, you are finally here! We have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The old black man was the first to greet Bourne, without even moving his body, nor looking in his direction, as if he was unaware of Bourne's existence.

"Powell, you know why I didn't come!" Joseph said angrily.

"That's enough, let's start negotiating."

As soon as the burly black man sitting in the middle of the table opened his mouth, everyone present looked at him.

This guy's voice is very deep, like the mooing of a cattle, but the volume is very loud and his pronunciation is very clear.

This was the result of him deliberately lowering his voice. I really don’t know what the scene would be like if he opened his voice.

Although he was reluctant, Joseph sat down at the table, mumbling something.

"Powell, tell him the result of our discussion. We will split the profits according to this ratio. I have something else to do and I will leave first. Singer will sign the contract here on my behalf."

The black man stood up and cast a huge shadow on the negotiation table.

It wasn't obvious when he was sitting just now, but after he stood up, Bourne discovered that this guy was actually 2 meters tall and his body was not like that of an ordinary person.

Although he was wearing a loose leather jacket, his exposed chest muscles were dark and had a metallic luster. With Bourne's sharp eyes, he could naturally see that this guy's muscles were not just for show, but contained extremely strong explosive power.

Damn, is this still a human being? Did he grow up taking hormones?!

Perhaps noticing Bourne's gaze, the black man said to Joseph unhappily:

"I don't care what connection you and your family have with the Church, but don't let me see them here, or I will tear them to pieces!"

At this time, the old man in a leather apron behind him laughed:

"I still need blood from the Vatican for my experiment. I'll let that little priest collect some for me. It doesn't need to be too much, 1000 milliliters will be enough."

After hearing this, Joseph, who was reading the agreement, could no longer hold back. He stood up, knocking over the chair behind him, and shouted:

"Asshole, what did you say to my guest!"

Diagonally opposite him, the underground king Powell folded his arms across his chest, leaning back in his chair, looking like he was enjoying a good show.

"Oops, I miscalculated. 1000 ml is not enough. I need 2000 ml. The experiment is urgent. I need to finish it today..."

"How dare you be so rude to Mr. Joseph's guest? Today, let me, Hei Dao, learn from you."

A middle-aged man in a kimono suddenly stood up behind Joseph, with a long sword in his hand already unsheathed. Without waiting for Joseph to say anything, he jumped onto the long table and rushed towards the opposite side.

Bourne remembered this man. He had joined the team when they were about to enter Hall 2. Joseph obviously knew him. He should be the master Kuroshima from Sakurajima country who was hired at a high price.

Heishima was not tall, but he had a great aura. His eyes were wide open and he shouted loudly. He then took quick steps, and the sound of his wooden clogs on the table made a continuous and rapid thumping sound.

Rushing to the table, he suddenly stopped and raised the knife above his head with both hands.

With a loud shout of "Ha!", he swung his knife and chopped at Singer's head in a leather skirt, as if he wanted to kill him.

The white old man Singh also reacted quickly. Before Heishima's knife reached his head, he crossed his hands to protect his head, as if he wanted to use his flesh and blood to block the opponent's blade.

But who knew that Kuroshima's move was actually a feint.

When the blade was about to hit the opponent's arm, it shook quickly, and the blade actually turned into three afterimages. The middle afterimage scratched Singer's leather gloves, and the afterimages on the left and right sides scratched the two shoulder straps of the opponent's apron.

It turned out that he just wanted to cut off the opponent's apron, destroy the opponent's prestige, and show off his own skills at the same time.

However, to his surprise, the opponent's gloves and apron were not damaged, and there was not even a white mark left.

"What? This is impossible!"

Heidao was very annoyed, as he was a top-notch master of the Blue Shadow clan.

This was supposed to be a battle for him to establish the Blue Shadow Clan's reputation and help them return to the international market. How come he couldn't even cut an old man's clothes?

Are your apron gloves made of bulletproof vests?

You are insulting the Lanying clan!

"idiot!"

Heishima was so angry that his face turned red. He didn't care about teaching Singer a lesson and stabbed Singer in the eyes with a knife.