Chapter 6 The Legend of the Devil A group of stout men walked forward in the snowstorm, carrying heavy pine logs on their shoulders.
The branches on them were only roughly chopped with an axe.
These logs weighed at least about 500 kilograms, but these big men with different skin colors were It was not very strenuous to carry them, walking slowly in the foot-thick wind and snow.
Three snowmobiles followed slowly near them.
Several guys in thick fur coats drank vodka, breathed in the heat, and stroked their AK47s.
One guy shouted loudly: "Damn, these boys are really good, their quality is really good, they are really good at fucking their mother, if you practice hard, they will definitely be good at it."
Another guy slowly took a sip of vodka and said slowly: "Forget it, I have seen this kind of people a lot.
There are a few of them who can become famous.
Even if they are lucky, they can fight more than a dozen games."
There are only a few true boxing champions in the world, and not everyone has such good luck.”
A low roar came from afar, and those big men raised their heads and looked toward the horizon.
Two tornado-like things were coming close to the ground.
The experienced gun-wielding men laughed loudly: "Stop looking, boys, and try to get back to the camp.
The night in Siberia will not be so comfortable.
Hurry up, hurry up, maybe you can still catch up with the new boxers." , as usual, you have to give them some color."
The big men laughed and quickened their pace.
Two large military helicopters flew past them close to the ground, flying towards the valley between the two peaks with a roar.
Something suddenly dropped from a plane, and a sleigh drove past quickly.
The two big men laughed happily: "Brothers, hurry up, go back to the camp quickly, good vodka, damn, they even brought Come here with supplies, hurry up, hurry up..."
The two guys couldn't hold back, they opened the bottles and drank them one by one, which made the big man very greedy.
This group of long-distance raiders accelerated towards the camp.
Passing through the slender valley, they found a wide flat land.
Three barbed wire fences more than ten meters high surrounded an area of three to four square kilometers.
There were more than a dozen people inside.
Buildings dotted the plains.
Pairs of big men with guns and wolf dogs were patrolling back and forth.
On the roofs of the buildings, as usual, there were gunmen holding light machine guns and looking around cautiously.
Here is the Siberian Black Market Boxing Training Camp, a training place jointly hosted by unknown people and some local armies.
The big men roared and rushed into the camp.
In the square in front of the tallest four-story building in the camp, they dried themselves off, put on their own clothes, and jumped with excitement.
Several Russians in camouflage uniforms clicked the stopwatch and muttered in a low voice: "Not bad, five minutes ahead of yesterday.
Aren't these sons of bitches so excited when they saw the supplies coming?"
The helicopters kept hovering in the sky, and the training camp did not send a signal until everyone had gathered, and the two helicopters slowly lowered.
The hatch opened, and several soldiers in uniform jumped out, jokingly placing bets: "Let's see, let's see, who will win this time, the rookie or the veteran?"
The leaders of those camps walked over: "Lieutenant Colonel, this time we are a few days ahead of schedule."
A man in a lieutenant colonel's uniform slowly stepped off the plane, turned around and shouted loudly: "Bastards, come down, you bastards who dream of getting rich, come down...
Oh, Shapkov, damn it, in the next few days There might be a hurricane, so we came early.
Damn it, Siberian winter is not a good time, but it’s also a good time for these guys.
Well, I brought a few of you.”
One by one, stout men slowly climbed down from the cabin, holding their own duffel bags in their hands.
Shapkov whipped the guy at the front fiercely: "You bastard, come down quickly...
Hurry up."
The big man who had been whipped roared and rushed towards Shapkov.
As soon as the figure flashed, a big man who had just returned to camp jumped out and kicked him on the waist with a side kick.
With a crunching sound, the man screamed.
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It flew out, and his entire spine was broken by the kick.
The lieutenant colonel laughed: "Ha, Shapkov, your boxers are well trained.
They have only been here for half a year and they are all good."
Shapkov looked at the big man who attacked, nodded and said: "Okay, you bastard is very fast.
You can go play with girls tonight, and you can also have a day off tomorrow.
This is your reward.
Get back here."
"The big man nodded and bowed and returned to the queue.
The dozen or so big men who had just got off the helicopter stood there with pale faces.
The most powerful person among them was actually kicked to death.
How could they have thought that the difference in strength was So huge.
Shapkov walked up to them triumphantly and yelled: "Bitches, welcome to the Siberian hell.
You either die here or get out alive.
If you can pass two years of training and successfully get out alive, , you will become the best boxer, you will make a lot of money, and there will be countless coquettish women chasing your little brother."
The whole camp burst into laughter, and Shapkov shook his head and said: "Of course, if you dare to cause trouble, then you are dead.
Do you understand that here, in the Siberian hell, there is no hope, no luck, no mercy?"
. . .
Everything you have belongs to me.
If you violate my will, you will die.”
The two black boys poked their heads out of the cabin with their heads a little shrunken.
Shapkov roared angrily, jumped over, and pointed his whip at the two boys: "Fuck, why don't you get out of the plane?
Are you looking for death?
Okay, okay, if you look down on me, Mr.
Shapkov, then I tell you, you really made a mistake.”
The lieutenant colonel smiled lazily: "Dear Shapkov, these two boys are the handymen you are looking for...
Ha, they can do everything from cooks to cleaners.
God, they are not reserve boxers. ” Shapkov gently lowered the whip he raised high, and tapped the head of the whip on the heads of the two boys.
He forced out a smile: "Okay, boys, what are your names?
You're welcome." , Although you are just handymen, you are still much nobler than these bastards, they are garbage, you are our service personnel...
Hahahaha, I want to show you a little respect."
"Phil, sir."
"Gore, sir."
Shapkov looked at the shriveled bodies of the two boys and frowned: "Lieutenant Colonel, did you fish them out of the African refugees?
Damn, they are as thin as a monkey...
Okay, Ka Husband, take them two to have a good wash, change into uniforms, and have a good meal."
Shapkov stroked his belly and smiled at the two black boys: "I don't admit that I am a good person, but I must say that it is better for you to meet me than to meet other people...
We There are no good people here, but we never treat our own people badly.
Each of you has a monthly salary of three hundred dollars.
This is enough money.
Also, we will take care of you.
We will not be bullied.
Your service period is four years.
After four years, we will clear your salary and you can get out.
Of course, if you are willing to stay, you can.
Some of these great young men around you will stay just like you.
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Yes, there is food and drink here, although there are a few girls.
Damn it, you don’t have any hair.
You don’t know what a girl is.”
After gushing and wasting a mouthful of saliva, Shapkov gave Philgore a heavy kick and kicked him away.
The lieutenant colonel clapped softly: "Damn it, Shapkov, you are really a prophet...
Those two boys were secretly brought by our peacekeeping force as coolies.
Later, they committed crimes and the Red Cross found them.
Major general, no one dares to come here...
Okay, you lazy guys, don't ask me.
Would you like a drink?”
Shapkov threw away his riding crop, laughed, hugged the lieutenant colonel and walked toward the four-story building.
He said with a smile: "Of course, there are few women here, but I still have two bottles in my personal inventory.
Good wine..."
A boxer eagerly grabbed Shapkov's whip and handed it to him.
Phil and Cole got clean and put on warm leather jackets and camouflage uniforms.
Then Kraft gave each of them a hunting knife and said with a grin: "Be careful, if you encounter a Siberian bear, use this."
Work hard.
In a few days, if you are obedient, I will give you a pistol. . . .
Come on, you guys are so small.
It’s free to eat here, but there’s no room for it on our salary.
It’s only for drinking.
How old are you if you don’t drink?”
"Sixteen years old, sir.
My brother and I are both sixteen years old..."
"Twin brothers haha, how rare...
Well, my name is Kraft, they call me the Butcher, of course, I am a good guy...
In the whole camp, Shapkov is the bastard, he is the villain , the rest of us are good people. . . .
Phil and Gore ate like crazy.
Finally, the surprised Kraft knocked the food out of their hands: "Damn it, how long have you not eaten?
Those damn army soldiers, do they treat you like slaves?
You are not allowed to eat." , you will be beaten to death...
God, we are not good people, but at least we are still human beings."
Kraft kindly arranged a room for them to rest, and the two brothers fell asleep almost touching the pillows. . .
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..."
The sharp sound of the trumpet woke up Phil and the others.
They quickly got up, carefully walked to the door of the room and looked downstairs.
About three hundred strong men roared, covered in blood, running back and forth in the snow, with heavy sandbags tied to their hands and feet, while the uniformed guards happily poured snow water on them with buckets. .
The dozen or so big men who had just arrived soon couldn't bear it anymore, and they screamed and fell down with convulsions.
The guards poured water on them unceremoniously.
Knowing that they were almost out of breath, they stopped them.
Got in.
Kraft walked to them quietly: "This is a show of force.
Every new boxer will be ravaged like this once...
The guy who died yesterday was lucky, wasn't he?"
There was also a look on his rough face.
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A bloody pleasure surged up, making Phil Gore scared and excited, not knowing how to answer.
Peel potatoes, knead dough, chop beef, boil oil, and make a steaming meal; then, clean the room for Shapkov and other seven or eight senior leaders, and wipe their leather shoes.
Although they only need to be worn out for three minutes, the leather shoes will be gone immediately.
It becomes garbage, but Shapkov and the others want to tell this score; in the afternoon, they help clean up the playground and fitness ground; in the evening, they wander around with the guards, or occasionally peek at the prized boxers torturing those poor sexual beings. slave.
Felgore is very satisfied with his current life.
Here, the two of them can eat well, sleep warmly, and don't have to worry about the machete of the other tribe coming in the middle of the night.
Compared with doing handymen in the army, it is simply like heaven.
This Siberian hell that Shapkov calls himself is, in the eyes of the two brothers, a real paradise.
Yes, this is paradise. . .
Even Shapkov, who immediately goes crazy when drunk, looks as cute as God to the two of them.
In the training camp, Phil drove around with the soldiers all day long, while Gore followed the two bartenders and played with the drinks every day, with great interest. . .
In the dark night, the two brothers stood guard on the roof for the first time with an old-fashioned assault rifle.
They were very excited and took turns playing with the long rifle.
A big hand suddenly snatched away their guns.
The two brothers were startled.
Three big white men had sneakily surrounded them.
The man in charge showed an obscene smile: "What a delicious tender meat...
I haven't encountered such a tender boy for a long time...
God bless you, you guys are on duty today, be good, come on, let me have a good time." , I will feel sorry for you."
Phil Gore still didn't know what happened.
Just as Phil was about to yell loudly, the two big men next to him had already covered his and Gore's mouths.
The big white man opposite him hurriedly unbuckled his belt and was about to take off Phil's pants.
A big hand firmly grabbed the guy's neck and threw him violently.
The two white men who covered Phil's and his family's mouths exclaimed: "Xi Xier" and helped the white man struggling on the ground in embarrassment, and fled downstairs.
A tall black man with a height of 2.20 meters appeared in front of them.
He looked at the two boys who were less than 170 centimeters tall with cold eyes and said in a buzzing voice: "Boys, you are lucky.
I suddenly climbed up at night."
Get up and look at the stars...
But if you like being played by them, I can say sorry and ask them to come back."
Phil Gore probably understood what happened, and the two of them choked a few times in disgust and fear.
Sicil nodded and patted their shoulders: "You are lucky...
But remember, in this hell, only strength can protect yourself.
We black people cannot let them bully us, so you should learn something.
If you If you are willing, I can teach you something.
Remember, we black people cannot let them bully us in vain.
Sooner or later, I will crush their necks."
He clenched his fist hard and made a crackling sound.
Deepen your tone.
From then on, the two brothers had one more thing to do after their daily duties, which was to follow Sishil to move the fitness equipment.
The other guards were also active in the fitness center, but what they didn't understand was why the two boys were so serious.
In their opinion, the only purpose of exercising was to kill boring time and make more money while playing with girls on duty.
That’s all.
Sishir secretly taught them some weird knowledge: "Boys, do you know how long a knife is needed to kill a person?
It doesn't need to be one meter long.
From the perspective of a good hand, a blade the size of a little finger can kill him."
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Hundreds of people.”
"By the way, here, this is the most vulnerable part of the spine.
With a gentle elbow, you can crush their nerve center from behind."
"Phil, you're wrong.
You need to be faster.
You can't withstand a heavy blow from a fairly level boxer.
Speed, speed is power, and power can determine your life or death..."
"Cooperate.
You two brothers are natural doubles players.
Pay attention to cooperation.
Yes, cooperate...
Damn, you are really two little lions."
"Ha, remember, we black people may seem lazy, dirty, and stupid, but we can't think so ourselves, otherwise we will really be doomed, and we will never be able to hold our heads up again.
Believe me, We must do something...
Even if it is a black market fight, we should make a name for ourselves."
Just one year later, Phil and Gore's height soared to 1.90 meters, their waist circumference doubled, and the muscles on their bodies were all formed piece by piece. . .
Sufficient nutrition provides sufficient energy, and the young man's vigorous energy is constantly impacting, impacting the door that has closed the two of their talents
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