"In the previous boxing area, there was no Shengshou boxing gym. The previous boxing area was not a casino! Now, the bank dogs come and cause trouble whenever they want. The boxing area does not get any respect. We will not be let go by anyone.
In the eyes!
"Respect is earned by fighting! Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
The violent sound surged into the dark night sky, the bright lights of various car lights shone in all directions, and the rain became even heavier.
Multiple street entrances are radially connected to Quanshi Square, and the main entrance of the magnificent Shengshou Boxing Gym faces the square.
Although the square was still empty at this time, with only security personnel from each house, the streets such as Kuezhan Street and Death Fight Street were already crowded with people. Cars were honking their horns and the flags of the Black Panthers were flying in the rain.
These boxers are approaching step by step the square that belongs to them but is now tightly blocked, making a lot of noise and excitement.
The Santo giant screen on the front wall of the Kung Shou Boxing Gym no longer shows the live boxing match in the gym, but the captain of the riot task force quickly established by the Metropolitan Police Department’s Emergency Response Team, Eliza
-Female Superintendent Caton.
This old woman's hideous scarred face has a certain intimidating effect on the streets.
"Listen to the streets of Quan District, you have violated many blockade control prohibitions and illegal assembly prohibitions in Quan District, posing a serious safety threat to citizens. Leave immediately! If you enter Quan Stone Square even half a step, the riot squad will
Fire at you."
The sound of rumbling rain fell from the sky, and more than thirty armed helicopters were hovering over this neighborhood. The rain was heavy, but this was not a problem for an extraordinary pilot.
These helicopters are like steel eagles. Their onboard weapons, whether they are machine guns or cannons, are aimed at the crowds at every street corner.
This is why the Blood Eaters are still calm at this time. Not to mention the endless stream of riot task force personnel, just this batch of helicopters can wipe out all the boxers on the ground.
It was these things that made the boxers stop a few steps away from the square.
They looked at the dark night sky. This was not a promising battle. There would be nothing but blood and a pile of mutilated mixed corpses.
Even the blood will be washed away by the rain and 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 surge, and making the blood of their predecessors in the sewers revive.
This Eliza Carton is an old poisonous woman. She wants to beat her up when she sees her...
But still, there is something preventing them from taking that step.
Maybe it's the new kid in the family who's just starting to walk.
Maybe they still lacked a powerful command, from the person who could let them step out and die happily, that flag.
The Black Panther's fist flag was not substantial enough, and the Ares Gang's sword flag was not waved.
"The God of War gang is dead, they are dead a long time ago!"
Another boy from the Black Panther Gang shouted loudly:
"The bone-blood guy killed dozens of boxers, and the God of War gang didn't even let go of a single thing. The bank dogs came in and rummaged here and there, started boxing matches, and even offended our fists. The God of War gang didn't even let go of a thing!"
"I don't hate bone-blooded guys, I admire bone-blooded guys. They never say how big their fists are, but their fists are big!"
The more people listened, the more excited they became. This statement shows that it does not involve the extraordinary power of the fabricator or singer.
But these words were tearing off the false gauze, tearing their bruises, and arousing the pain that could not be removed with Voltaren ointment.
They are in pain and they don't want to be in pain anymore.
"With our blood, we will regain the honor that belongs to our boxing area!"
"Honor can only be forged with blood!"
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
The night rain became more violent and the ground was shaking.
The faces of young boxers are either male or female, tall or thin, have tattoos, or have mechanical modifications all over their bodies, and are either warriors or assassins.
From the street to the end of the street, from the main road to the alley, people began to move forward again.
In the high-rise buildings and shops in various streets, many figures who had been hiding inside gradually emerged.
They carried firearms and distributed more firearms than they could use to the boxers who were already on the streets.
Even the dimly lit headquarters building of the God of War Gang had a large group of people walk out, looking outrageous.
The torrent of people from all walks of life will converge at Quanshi Square.
But at the same time, Eliza Carton in the giant three-vine screen showed her fierce look. She no longer spoke in a formal manner, and said directly: "If you are not afraid of death, and if you are not afraid that your whole family will die afterwards, then go in and see you.
How many shots can you block?"
In the night sky, on the ground, there are machine gun installation points and sniper points on some tall buildings around.
Various heavily mounted machine guns and cannons were at the ready, and the bright light from dozens of armed helicopters illuminated the ground.
The security personnel of each consortium still had expressionless faces. The blades hidden under the flesh of their arms popped out with a click, ready for possible close combat at any time.
After all, there are many people on the other side, and there will always be one or two who can scurry into the square like mice.
At this moment when street fighting is about to break out.
Suddenly, a figure walked out from the main entrance of Shengshou Boxing Gym, walking in the rain towards the middle of the square.
It was a girl who looked less than twenty years old. She had a strong figure and long navy blue hair that was wet by the rain. The night wind made her orange windbreaker, bell-bottom pants and sweatpants flutter. She also held a hand in her hand.
A sword that looks neither long nor short.
There was a kind of determination on her beautiful face.
"I am Elizabeth Sterling, from Seth Group!" Her clear voice spread through the rain.
At this time, everyone in the crowd was shrouded in doubt.
They could tell at a glance that the girl had a completely different temperament from a street dog, but not everyone recognized her, and her clothes didn't look like a bank dog.
It's just that some people still know who she is, especially these days she has been wandering around the boxing area, and she has already become famous.
"It's that bullshit Princess Seth..."
"She is the possible heir to Seth Sterling's family! Bank Dog thinks her life alone can outlast all of us."
"How could she come out..."
This unexpected situation spread quickly in various streets, and young and old boxers were all surprised. The members of the Douji Black Panther Gang were ready to make a move, but they were also very surprised.
The square is so empty, isn't she afraid of being shot to death by a hidden gun?
Their psychological preparation was that after this battle, not a single blood-eater would be seen, because this was the norm.
They looked at the one-way glass windows of the high-rise private rooms in Shengshou Boxing Gym, and seemed to be able to see figures looming inside.
Those blood eaters were inside, drinking red wine, standing there talking and laughing and watching the show.
But what happened to this woman...
"I dare not say that I understand your feelings, but I want to understand."
Elizabeth looked around, looking at the unfamiliar faces in the distance that were soaked by the rainy night.
Some are full of scars, some have had weird plastic surgery, all kinds of weird hairstyles, all kinds of weird clothes, they look "cheap, styleless, mixed, ridiculous, street stall goods, junk goods"...
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 the VIP box that was like an ice cellar.
The people here, these "courageous and aggressive people", have warm blood.
"I want to tell you that I respect the boxing area and I respect you!"
Elizabeth shouted loudly, and gradually there was an excitement in her heart, turning the long-standing gloom into a heavy rain.
"I am the one who stands with you. I came to the boxing area just because of you. You are a treasure!"
As she shouted, she looked at the crowds in all directions who were still restless, suspicious, incomprehensible, and cursed.
She didn't say that she was not a blood eater but a hero. They wouldn't believe her if she told her. There was no need to say that.
Many times, no matter how much you talk, it is not as good as taking actual actions.
Elizabeth raised the sword in her hand. This sword was not a rare item, it was just an ordinary electronic sword. She bought it after she liked it while visiting the boxing area these days.
Its shape is a mixture of Liuguang City's styles. The sword body is engraved with codes, the sword grid is Western-style, and the hilt is wrapped with wires.
Suddenly, she held the sword in her right hand and slashed the palm of her left hand. She was immediately in pain, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood was flowing.
There is a cultural tradition in the boxing area, which is a ceremony for boxers.
Under the astonished gaze of countless eyes around the square, Elizabeth walked to the majestic fist stone, raised her left palm full of blood, and pressed it on the fist stone. The blood dyed the majestic fist stone even 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 the boxing guys.
No matter where you come from, no matter who you were before, or whether you have committed any crimes.
Come to the boxing area, perform this ritual, join here, and become a boxer.
The night rain came down hard, and Elizabeth felt the pain in her palms, and there was a mixture of confused and excited voices around her.
All the security personnel were stunned with expressionless faces, not to mention the phantoms behind the one-way glass in the high-rise private room. What was she doing? What was this specially-abled person doing...
Of course, no banker would ever do this. What's the difference between a boxing area and a mud pit?
Suddenly, Elizabeth felt some information rushing in, and the nerves in her brain were beating as if receiving some kind of call.
The talent of overdrive brings inspiration, retrospection program starts, redemption program starts...
Elizabeth saw the fist stone shining brightly in the night rain, and the blood palms of every once bright red boxer were shining on it. The ancient fist stone was bleeding with blood. She was incarnated into the thousands of people who had stood here in the past years.
Thousands of people.
The pain of cutting their palms, their heroism in striking stones, their imagination of the future, their passion for life...
But 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, they don't want to be like this.
Tonight, what they wanted most was relief from the pain that no ointment could cure.
[Redemption, program level: elementary 99%↑]
All of a sudden, the redemption process skyrocketed from 56% to 99%, and then again.
[Redemption, program level: Intermediate 56%↑]
I don't know where there was an error in the psychic network, but a cache of information left by a strange group poured out from the fist stone. It was probably affected by her spiritual desire, and even more affected by the retrospection program, and turned into consciousness data.
The long sword entered her hand.
What is the treasure... Elizabeth knows, the sword in the stone is in her hand.
This ordinary electronic sword is turning into a strange object.
Suddenly, the streets became noisy and lively again, and the honks and horns of various cars sounded one after another. The crowd also burst into bursts of excited shouts, heading towards the fist stone and towards the orange-clad and blue-haired man.
girl.
The girl pressed the huge fist stone with one hand and raised the electronic sword towards the hazy night sky with the other hand.
The sharp light of the sword was brighter than the shabby neon lights and giant screens in the boxing gym everywhere. It cut through the dripping rain and brought a new light to this city of light.
On this rainy night, Elizabeth Sterling is a boxer and a hero.