Chapter 650: Don't know each other

He couldn't move for a long time. The man took the first shot. He made a phantom jab in his left hand and a swing fist in his right hand. The huge fist drew a beautiful arc and went straight to Lin Shuangxi’s face. The wind was harsh, and even caused a scream!
This punch, he has full confidence, because in order to practice this punch, he has worked hard for many years.
His coach once commented on his punch, saying that in a few years, with this punch, he will be invincible in the world.
He firmly believes in this, and at the same time, he also firmly believes that he will eventually get rid of poverty and make his mark in New York.
It was his luck and misfortune to be born in the bustling metropolis of New York, because the area where he was born and grew up is called Brooklyn.
Brooklyn, across the East River from the bustling Manhattan, seems to be separated by a moat.
There are 2.5 million people living here, and most of them are not white.
Because these people of color generally have a relatively low level of education, coupled with the fact that the American society cannot explain but real racial discrimination, the employment rate of the Brooklyn population is very low, and the superposition of these factors has caused the turbulence and chaos in this area. .
Although the street layout of Brooklyn is as neat and orderly as a chessboard, it is the highest crime rate area in the United States and none of them. Chaos, filth, and crime are the main theme of this area.
Growing up in such an environment since he was a child, he was inevitably contaminated with a lot of bad habits. As his physique is naturally strong, he has long been used to speaking with his fists.
This habit finally made him pay the price.
Last year, because of a quarrel with a classmate on the high school campus, he was furious and severely injured his classmate with a punch. As a result, he was expelled from the school and sent to the New York State Boys Correctional Institution. Today, He just regained his freedom.
Yes, he is as strong as a bull. He is only 17 years old this year. However, he is only 17 years old. He is already a frequent visitor to the boys' correctional institution and met his teacher there.
It was in 1979, when he was only 13 years old, and for the first time was imprisoned in the New York State Boys Correctional Facility for intentionally wounding.
The boxing coach of the correctional institution valued his excellent physical fitness and recommended him to the famous boxing coach Cous D’Amato. D’Amato valued him at a glance, accepted him as a disciple, and systematically performed him Training.
Kus D’Amato, one of the most powerful boxing coaches in the United States, once trained Floyd Patterson, the 75 kg gold medalist at the Helsinki Olympics in 1952. The latter won this honor. He turned to professional boxing and was crowned the youngest heavyweight boxing champion in boxing history in 1956. During his career, he achieved an amazing record of 55 wins, 8 losses and 1 tie, and knocked down his opponents in 40 games. !
The students are so awesome, and the teacher's level can be imagined. Since the teachers praise him so, he naturally believes that he is the kind of person born for boxing.
Under the guidance of D'Amato, his skill level has improved rapidly. On the training ground, he can easily defeat the same heavyweight players with much more age and experience than him. Even D'Amato is often in front of him. Compliment him, saying that he will be a greater player than Floyd Patterson in the future.
Unfortunately, none of these can change a reality, he is poor.
It costs money to practice boxing, and it costs a lot of money.
There is an old saying in China, called "Poor culture and wealth," and it is the same when it is put in the United States, whether it is to rent a separate training venue or to pay for the course fees of the top US boxing coach, Cuz Damato. For him, these are huge expenses that are unbearable, even though coach D'Amato has given him the highest discount because he values ​​his genius.
It is a pity that his family has long been impoverished.
He is actually a very hard worker. He only came out of the Boys’ Correction Center this morning and arrived at the Chapel Street Boxing Gym where Mato taught in the afternoon to report to his coach and participate in recovery training. When he changed into his training uniform, he walked out. When the boxing gym was about to go home and touched his pocket subconsciously, he realized that he was penniless.
The huge amount of exercise in the afternoon made him hungry, and returning to his home in Brooklyn from the Chapel Street Boxing Stadium in the Manhattan triangle, he had to cross the long Brooklyn Bridge.
But he didn't even have the money to take the shuttle bus.
Can't open his mouth to Coach D'Amato anymore because he knows he already owes him too much.
He decided to solve this problem himself, especially when he discovered that there was a dagger in the locker of his locker room that he hadn't known when.
He came out of Chapel Street Boxing Gym and walked to the door of Silverstein Family Park, waiting patiently for his prey.
This is not the first time he has done this, but it used to be in Brooklyn, but today, it is in Manhattan.
He didn't think it was any different. It's just that people who haunt Manhattan should be richer, and they might have more cash.
He saw two young men of yellow race coming across, thin and well-dressed. He remembered that someone had told him that yellow men were generally timid, and they would give all the cash if they frightened them. I am more used to carrying large amounts of cash with me.
He felt that he had good luck today and should be able to easily solve the dinner and transportation problems.
Until just now, that thin and thin young man of the yellow race knocked down the dagger in his hand as soon as he shot, and showed him the demeanor of a master fighter.
Now it’s not a question of dinner, but he must knock down the opponent in front of him in order to escape smoothly. Otherwise, as long as the two of them call the police, he is likely to return to the Boys’ Correction Center again on the first day of being released. .
The fist had been hit, with incomparable strength, he squinted his eyes and waited for his opponent to fall, just like those who once stood opposite him with incomparable majesty.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed.
Lin Shuangxi was definitely not the opponents he had faced before, nor was he just an ineffective junior in the family, as he often claimed, but a true predator who had just stepped down from the battlefield of blood and fire!
Although he still didn't grasp the awesome dad who could beat him...
However, Lin Shuangxi only needs one move to deal with the man in front of him.
Because he is practicing Mo Jiaquan!
Mojiaquan is said to be founded in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the ancestor of the Mo family, Modashi. Its roots also go back to the Shaolin Temple, the source of martial arts in the world. However, Mojiaquan is a rare Chinese martial art school with special emphasis on actual combat. The boxing technique of Mojiaquan is longer than required for battle formations, and the moves are fierce, and it is easy to kill people. This is also the reason why the heirs of Mojiaquan used this boxing technique in the army. It is because Mojiaquan is cunning and changeable. It is precisely because of this characteristic that Lin Shuangxi’s ancestor, the first person outside the Mo family boxing surname, Mr. Lin Mengtang, used the boxing technique as the backbone to create the "Broad Sword and Bayonet Fighting Technique" and teach it to the world. The development of the technique has become a powerful weapon in China's anti-Japanese war.
It is called boxing method. In fact, Mojiaquan is known for its leg method. Its boxing spectrum has the so-called "One leg wins three punches, a long hand is seven feet, and a foot is three feet long. It is attacked by a long distance, and it kicks in the air. , The foot is very heavy".
Lin Shuangxi has rich combat experience, I can't say that few people in the world can match it. At least the 17-year-old black man in front of him is definitely not up to it. After all, his environment and his position as the investigation company commander of the Xie Li Department determine all this. , Therefore, in the seemingly seamless defense and fierce punching of the man, he can see his weakness at a glance-the seemingly flexible foot plate is not stable.
This is probably also the common weakness of all those who practice boxing.
Therefore, he was just short, avoiding the man's fist, and then lifted his right foot "lightly" between the man's legs in a thunderous manner.
Well, Tan Zhenhua can swear that Lin Shuangxi's feet are definitely only "lightly", but what flashed through his mind was a picture of chicken flying eggs.
The key is attacked, as long as it is a normal man, I am afraid that it can’t stand it. Of course, the black man is no exception. His aggressive face just turned into a pig liver color—please don’t go into how the second son of Tan got from being a black man. The color of pig liver was seen on his face, and with his hands under his crotch, the whole person bowed, as if he was transformed into an Orlando lobster, and there was also a non-human wailing in his mouth, which sounded Xiao Tan Tan. All chrysanthemums are tight.
Once the blow was successful, the opponent had obviously lost his combat effectiveness. Lin Shuangxi did not take advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He suffocated his strength and stood watching the man while gasping and jumping his feet while muttering: "Boy, you cheated, Shiha, it hurts. I'm dead, you cheated..."
Tan Zhenhua curled his lips disapprovingly and said: "Hey, I said big guys. We are fighting. If you want to grab the money, I want to defend myself. Naturally, I will use whatever tricks are easy to use. This is not on the playing field. Behave well."
The man was also sincere. After jumping for a long time, he finally relieved his breath, and replied while continuing to gasp, "Sha...what you said seems to make sense...Sha..."
Fuck this one is also naive, Tan Zhenhua was vomiting in his heart, and couldn't help letting go of his hostility towards the guy who was going to grab him. The more he looked at this guy, the more familiar he became, and he couldn't help but ask: "Big guy , What is your name? Why do I look familiar to you, have we seen it before?"
"Shar...I'm Tyson...Shar, Mike Tyson...Shar..."
"...Fuck, what's your name again?"