I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue flexed his fists, his eyes filled with excitement, as if he had wanted to fight someone a long time ago.

Stevenson was surprised: "Counselor Zhang, you--"

Zhang Jue waved his hand impatiently: "You or what you are, stand aside honestly."

"All right."

Stevenson sighed.

In terms of rank, Zhang Jue is his boss, and since Zhang Jue wants to fight, he can't stop him.

He doesn't know what this consultant Zhang wants, is he really going to fight this big guy?

No matter how you look at it, they hit the stone with the pebbles.

Although Zhang Jue said that he was good at fighting, fighting is completely different from punching.

These top black boxers will also receive professional training at ordinary times, even if compared to some professional players.

And they don't have any professional ethics, and they can use any insidious tricks.

The most important thing is that the opponent is a few laps older than Zhang Jue, which is no longer technically able to make up.

Maybe Zhang Jue tried his best to beat the opponent a dozen times without breaking the defense, and the opponent could end his life with just one punch.

But Zhang Jue was eager to try, and didn't put the big man in his eyes at all.

Stevenson didn't know that after tempering his 682 abilities, Zhang Jue's physique had already far surpassed that of a normal human being.

Although it still looks like an oriental thin skeleton, his explosive power is already very scary.

It is no problem to knock down a tree with one punch.

As for the extent to which it can be achieved, he himself is not clear.

So Zhang Jue wanted to find someone to try his current state.

Compared with a small **** who has very weak resistance to fights, the big guy in front of him is a better test subject.

So Zhang Jue is like a hungry wolf who finally saw its prey, and the big man is just a woman who has taken off his clothes, and he can’t help but want to bring a gun to battle, and ravage the opponent severely. NS.

Seeing the weird look in Zhang Jue's eyes, Stevenson could only step back.

"Consultant Zhang, then you are careful."

Zhang Jue didn't care: "Be careful, it should be him."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said, the boss suddenly laughed, pointing to the big guy and said: "Do you know who he is? He and Hudson were taught by the same coach. In my boxing match, I won 47 consecutive matches. The game is unbeaten! You still want to beat him? Young man, do you think you are Fang Tianlong?"

Zhang Jue tilted his head: "Don't tell me, after your reminder, I just remembered that if I really want to talk about my seniority, I should be counted as Fang Tianlong's junior."

Zhang Jue's tone was frivolous, not to mention the boss, even Stevenson didn't believe it, just thinking that he was talking casually.

Speaking of playing tricks, few people are Zhang Jue's opponents.

The boss didn't talk to him either, and sneered: "I don't care who you are, I will let you back and forth today-Spencer, don't keep your hands, just beat me to death."

"Yes!"

The big man's voice sounded like Hong Zhong, and he raised his foot to attack Zhang Jue.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Zhang Jue waved his hand quickly, "Since this is the place for the black boxing, we must abide by the rules. Before the fight, how can we fail to win the prize?"

The boss sneered: "Have you ever seen anyone messing with a dead person?"

Zhang Jue said: "I didn't fight, how do you know I will die, in case I win."

Looking at Zhang Jue's appearance, it seems that he is seriously considering this matter.

The boss suddenly felt that this seemingly arrogant young man seemed a bit interesting, but he didn't know if his life was hard enough.

Simply asked: "What do you want to bet on?"

"If I win, you will answer my question and tell me the place you provide for Smith to take refuge."

"Then you lose?"

"Then his life is yours."

Zhang Jue pointed to Stevenson who was standing aside.

...

Of the four people present, except Zhang Jue, the other three were stunned for a while.

Then came a black question mark face.

Stevenson's mouth twitched a few times, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

You bet, it's my shit!

He wanted to question Zhang Jue.

But his professional ethics kept him vigilant and did not move.

The boss was also startled by Zhang Jue's remarks and said, "It's really shameless."

"Okay, less gossip, since you all have no objections to this decision, let's start."

Stevenson would like to say that I have objections.

He even wondered if Zhang Jue came tonight to deliberately cheat him.

However, the big man named Spencer has long been too late to wait.

He and Hudson trained together, but Hudson can become the national champion, but he can only dominate the underground here.

It is impossible to say that there is no grievance.

But fortunately, the boss gave enough money.

He could only vent all his grievances on his opponent.

Since his debut, forty-seven boxing matches have ended with KO opponents.

And the reason why he only played forty-seven games, because after that, few people dared to challenge him.

Spencer roared, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he banged towards Zhang Jue with a fist.

That huge fist was almost as big as Zhang Jue's skull.

If Zhang Jue is hit from the front, even if Zhang Jue is not dead, it is estimated that he will have to lie down on the bed in the future.

The boss was so free and took a sip of cigar.

He has seen too many similar scenes.

Stevenson swallowed. If he faced the master puncher himself, it would take less than three minutes for the bones of his body to be hammered to pieces.

But since Zhang Jue dared to fight, he should be prepared. After all, the advantage of being thin is flexibility. Even if he can't defeat the enemy, he can delay for a while.

Just when they all thought Zhang Jue would avoid this heavy punch, Zhang Jue made a move that surprised the two of them.

I saw his knees bend slightly, like a zama step, gently handing out a punch forward, relaxed and freehand.

It was actually going to fight Spencer.

Is he crazy?

Stevenson can almost foresee the outcome of the matter.

Zhang Jue's arm will be shattered by tremendous force.

The boss sneered.

Spencer felt that he had been insulted, his eyes rounded, and his body leaning forward.

If this punch hits, Zhang Jue is estimated to be shot out.

The flow of time gradually slows down.

Under the gaze of a few people.

The two fists met slowly.

There is no earthquake, no tsunami, no volcanic eruption.

There is no special effect~www.novelmt.com~ Two fists, one big and one small, just bang together like that.

Then time freezes.

One second, two seconds.

Zhang Jue and Spencer kept their respective moves.

Stevenson and the boss leaned forward at the same time.

Want to see what happened.

"Crack."

There was a faint sound of broken bones in my ears.

The boss pressed his heart and took another cigarette.

For a moment, it was strange that he thought Spencer would lose.

However, in the next second, his pupils gradually dilated and the cigar fell from his hand.