I’m In Charge of SCP

At twelve o'clock in the night, Zhang Jue and Stevenson were walking on the third floor of a building.

If you are an ordinary person, you would never think that this is a venue for black boxing.

It can only be said that the general public's experience limits their imagination, and it is often because of the back protection of certain people that certain industries can survive.

Even they themselves are one of the beneficiaries.

Underground black boxing is a characteristic of Mei Guo. Compared with professional boxing matches, the rules of black boxing are simpler.

No heavyweight, no protective gear.

Advocating is the **** and brutal force of fist and fist.

There are also many boxers who die directly on the ring.

Compared with the battle between Tianlong and boxing champion Hudson a few months ago, this place is more attractive to those who pursue visual stimulation.

At the same time, here is the paradise of those du dogs—or hell.

Countless people get rich or bankrupt their families overnight.

All in all, he is probably a man who wants to come here to have a look.

Experience the feeling of being free from the whole world.

There are no tickets here, and no tickets are needed. As long as there is a special "invitation letter", you can enter the venue.

For the foundation, fraud of this degree is basically pediatrics.

So Stevenson got two easily.

The first boxing match started immediately, and the two randomly found a place to sit down.

Although it is a venue for black boxing, both the venue and the staff are very upscale.

The imaginary mess does not exist.

Some viewers shook hands and talked very gentlemanly, discussing the recent weather, the stock market, and the celebrities and politicians who have spread to the society.

Looking at them, Zhang Jue smiled.

Only when the boxing match begins, the suppressed things in their bodies will be completely released.

…

The boxing match soon began. On the ring, there was a tall and thin boxer on the left, while the one on the right was short and fat.

In the first round, both sides were testing, and no fierce battle broke out.

A waiter came to Zhang Jue and Stevenson and asked them if they wanted to place a bet.

"Stevenson, which one do you choose?" Zhang Jue asked.

Stevenson said embarrassedly: "Consultant Zhang, the foundation has regulations that prohibit us from doing this kind of thing."

"What **** rule." Zhang Jue said, "Du Jingtian handed you over to me. Now I am your boss. Quickly, choose one. Which one do you think will win?"

Although Stevenson is a Foundation agent, he is characterized by keen observation and ability to react on the spot, and he is not good at boxing.

He looked at the two people on the court and chose tall and thin boxers according to his own feelings.

With a long arm span, it seems to be more advantageous.

"Stevenson, you have to lose money this time." Zhang Jue laughed and called the waiter, and invested all his cash on the short and fat player.

Sure enough, two rounds later, the tall and thin player was knocked down by the short and fat player.

Zhang Jue came to a good start, very happy, and went on to bet for the next game.

Stevenson didn't dare to dude anymore.

"Why, Stevenson, I'm scared, let's have a few more games, I can lend you the money if I don't have enough money."

Zhang Jue is like a webmaster who abducts minors to go online.

Stevenson waved his hand quickly: "I can't stop it. If I lose again, I can't explain it when I go home."

It turns out that Stevenson is a strict wife.

Zhang Jue laughed, regardless of him, and continued to stud the money in his hand.

Stevenson persuaded: "Consultant Zhang, a small bet, you have won a lot, so play a little bit smaller."

However, Zhang Jue was confident.

"Brother Stevenson, in boxing, I have a family history. My father once specially compiled a large set of theories. As long as there is no shady in the game on the field, I basically look at a game and know which one will win. NS."

Is there such a thing?

Stevenson was surprised: "Consultant Zhang, your father also punches?"

"No." Mentioning his unreliable father, Zhang Jue waved his hand disdainfully, "He is just a third-rate novelist who often delays drafts."

…

Normally, there will be seven to eight boxing matches in one night until the early hours of the morning.

Zhang Jue kept pressing, always winning, and every time he was a stud.

The snowball is getting bigger and bigger, and before the final game starts, he already has hundreds of thousands of dollars in chips in his hand.

Stevenson looked terrified.

On two occasions, Zhang Jue played underdogs and the odds were very high.

But in the end, all the players he bet on won the game without any risk.

Stevenson really believed Zhang Jue's words at this time.

After all, winning once or twice can be said to be luck, but if you can always win like this, if you are not the dealer who manipulates the game, you can only say that Zhang Jue's vision is indeed quite unique.

If he didn't stud every time, but made a restrained bet, it would not be impossible to make a fortune by this.

"It's impossible." Zhang Jue said suddenly.

"Huh?" Stevenson was stunned.

"I know what you are thinking." Zhang Jue said, "You think I will keep winning until the peak of my life. That is impossible."

Stevenson asked subconsciously: "Why?"

"Do you know why this is called black boxing? In addition to being illegal, there is another reason that this thing is completely unfair. The audience, the dealer, the odds, and even the players themselves will affect the outcome of a game. No one Can always win."

Zhang Jue watched the introduction of the players in the next game on the big screen, and said: "Tonight's game is full of small fish and shrimps. There are not many people who read www.uukanshu.com to place bets, and the dealer did not make a move. Free to play with your hands. After all, leek has to be cut one by one, and they will not do things that are exhausted. But once the bet in the pool exceeds a certain amount, the dealers will start to end. At that time, you can only pray to yourself. The betting is the same person as the banker."

Stevenson is an agent and not a gambler. He only knows that the black boxing market is deep, but he doesn't know the details. After listening to Zhang Jue, he understands how complicated the unspoken rules are.

He frowned and said: "If this is the case, why do you continue to press consultant Zhang? You have won a lot of money. Wouldn't it be better to pay for security?"

Zhang Jue hadn't spoken yet, the waiter had already arrived in front of them, and it was time for another round of betting.

Zhang Jue chose a player and continued to stud all his chips.

After the waiter left, Stevenson said in surprise: "Counselor Zhang, didn't you just say that the black boxer will lose, why are you holding him back?"

Zhang Jue smiled, showing an inscrutable expression: "Because of me, I didn't intend to win at all."