Mike stayed at Guangdong-Hong Kong all night. The next day, Golden Tiger Gang tweaked it a bit and agreed to Mike's conditions before Zheng Xian became impatient.
Mike and Zheng Xian shake hands again.
Farewell.
Shi Wenyan asked Mike a question, what move did he lose to.
Mike thought for a moment and replied, "Use your mental power to condense the murderous intention into a needle, and then pierce it into your brain."
After thinking for a moment, Shi Wenyan lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your mercy."
Yes, if Mike shows no mercy, Shi Wenyan will either die or become a fool.
Before boarding the plane, Mike also joked to Shi Wenyan, "I have a trick called "Bagua Zhang. Return to Heaven". Do you want to learn it?"
After Mike boarded the plane, Nick. Fury made a phone call to Zheng Xian and held a consultation "from a position of strength."
Zheng Xian has no fluctuation in his heart.
Who are you bluffing?
As a result, S.H.I.E.L.D. gained the right to host Mike at Japan.
Zheng Xian just wants to laugh.
Get off the plane.
Mike is ready to fight all the way through and make rivers of blood flow.
After all, don't Japan people like jade pieces the most in movies? A group of Yakuzas covered in tattoos, holding samurai swords, shouting and yelling "Baga" and "Malu Yelang" and rushing towards them is what Mike imagined.
But it didn't.
What greeted Mike was Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Tanaka Takashi, who was descended from Japan, and the stretch car prepared by Yamaguchi-gumi.
The two Yamato Nadeshikos in the car looked like they were ready for you to pick.
Mike:"What's going on?"
"I'm very sorry." Tanaka Takashi thought that these two people were not in the same taste as Mike, so he bent down and said, "This is Yamaguchi-gumi's intention without asking for your consent in advance. I'm very sorry. If you don't like it, you can ask them to get off immediately."
"It's not that I don't like it."
One looks like Matsushita Saeko and the other looks like Ohashi Suehisa. There is no reason not to like it... it's just a bit sudden.
Mike: "I mean, what do Yamaguchi-gumi want to do?"
Tanaka Takashi explained, "Japan people worship the strong. Not only did you show off your power at United States's father's place, but you also gained the respect of China's grandpa. As sons and grandsons, of course they must be filial."
The implication is that please enjoy Japan's special product - Yamato Nadeshiko, which is in line with Japan's usual urinary properties.
In short, when we arrived at Japan and Mike, we were too busy to go out and see the scenery.
It's hard to refuse such kindness.
It made Mike want to go to Great Cosmic Nation to experience the girl group. It's a pity that Great Cosmic Nation is obviously the center of the universe, but it couldn't get a seat at High Table.
The next stop is Russia.
Siberia.
Death Training Camp.
Mike was greeted by Giant Elephant Gang's "Discipline Bandit" Aslan. Ivankov... The so-called Discipline Bandit is similar to the China sect elder. They may not necessarily control specific affairs, but they have status and qualifications in the sect and have voting rights in major events.
Ivankov proposed that as long as Mike has a fight with Death Training Camp's warriors, regardless of winning or losing, they will fully accept Mike's conditions.
Mike readily agreed.
Ivankov led Mike to an underground fighting arena and a VIP room on the second floor. Through the one-way glass, you can see that on the spiked octagonal cage fighting stage, the winner of a fight has been decided.
Spectators who lost money by placing wrong bets cursed wildly and stretched out their hands, thumbs down.
The winner kneels on the loser's back, fixes the chin with one hand, fixes the Tianling cover with the other, and twists it.
Click.
The loser dies.
Therefore, it is self-evident what thumbs down means.
"Do you want to fight here?" Mike asked.
"Yes."
"Can spectators place bets?"
"Of course."
Mike's eyes lit up. "Can I do it too?"
Ivankov shook his head. "Sorry, players cannot place bets. This is a rule to avoid cheating."
"Okay." Mike was a little disappointed.
Soon someone came to the stage to take away the body and wash away the blood. Ivankov found a waiter and whispered a few words.
The waiter talked to the host who was responsible for stimulating the audience's emotions.
The host came on stage. "After receiving the latest news, a game will be temporarily added..."
He paused deliberately.
As he expected, the audience on the stage cursed and expressed their dissatisfaction.
Then the host continued, "One of the contestants is "Death Meat Grinder" from Death Training Camp!"
Death Meat Grinder is the ace of this underground fighting arena. He has not lost a single game in two years, and few people have the courage to challenge him.
The clamoring audience suddenly fell silent.
The effect is very good.
The host continued, "The challenger is the mysterious brave man from United States. Let us give our warmest welcome to this mysterious man. We hope he can last two more seconds under Death Meat Grinder and make us happy for two more seconds."
The audience burst into laughter.
People Russia and United States don't like each other, it's just normal operations.
Death Meat Grinder was the first to appear.
Height is three meters.
The muscles are knotted like gray-white steel.
Obviously not a normal human being.
Mike Look at Ivankov.
Ivankov smiled half-heartedly, "Mr. Tang must be afraid, right?"
I originally wanted to say that it would cost a lot to cultivate such a "meat grinder", and it would be a pity to die... Now, just smile.
Mike approached the corner cage, and the iron door slammed shut.
The cage was filled with the smell of blood.
Mike, who is over 1.8 meters tall, looks tiny in front of Death Meat Grinder, who is three meters tall.
The host announces the start outside the cage.
In the past, the host was in the cage and also served as the referee. After being affected or going crazy, a few contestants were easily killed, and that was changed.
Then I realized that I needed a hairy referee.
Ivankov stood in front of the one-way glass on the second floor.
Looking down.
He is a member of the Russia gang. Of course, he cannot have as strong an intelligence capability as S.W.O.R.D.. He did obtain some information from the United States people, but he thinks it is questionable.
Russia people, how can you completely trust United States people.
However, the dynamics of Italy, China, and Japan made them feel that the intelligence of United States was not false, but was beautified and exaggerated.
Therefore, they have to try the level of Mike for themselves.
Death Meat Grinder is the warrior of Death Training Camp, the first generation product after genetic adjustment.
The product... has no personal touch.
As a first-generation product, Death Meat Grinder has the strongest combat power, but is too big to participate in regular combat, and easily loses his mind when fighting. Therefore, he was thrown into the death fighting arena to create benefits for the training camp.
"Haha~ Let Death Meat Grinder expose United States's lies..."
Without saying anything, Death Meat Grinder stretched out his hand to grab Mike's head.
His hands are big and strong.
Crushing people's heads like a persimmon is Death Meat Grinder's specialty.
However, Mike squatted down, leaned forward, and used one hand...Death Meat Grinder's ankle was too thick to grasp with one hand, so he grabbed it with both hands.
Smash!
Smash it on the spikes of the cage.
Smash it to the ground.
The "bang bang bang" sound made the audience's hearts beat wildly.
Mike casually threw the disproportionate Death Meat Grinder on the ground and looked at the second floor.
Ivankov bit his cigar.
Dumbfounded.
Death Meat Grinder struggled to get up.
Mike stomped down hard.
Wow!
Death Meat Grinder spurted out blood mixed with internal organs.
Snap!
With this kick, the cigar in Ivankov's mouth fell to the ground.
Is it necessary to continue developing this series of products?