pertwk Chapter 39 Luckily, I was one step ahead.
Chapter 39 Luckily, I was one step ahead.
Lin Simon was stopped by Jerome, who asked curiously, "Weren't you a technical officer before? This old black man is a boxer, can you handle him?"
Jerome patted his firm belly, his face full of confidence, and grinned: "So what if they're boxers? When it comes to fighting, those amateurs are all just slackers. The combat techniques taught in our army are the real professionals!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward and adopted a fighting stance towards Brock.
Seeing this, Brock sneered, not taking Jerome seriously at all, and swung his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, at him.
The fist, carrying a strong gust of wind, was about to land on Jerome's face, but he nimbly dodged to the side.
Despite missing his punch, Brock continued his offensive, throwing several more punches in succession.
Although Jerome's punching speed is not as fast as Brock's, he has the advantage of strong resistance to blows, with thick fat acting as a natural cushion.
Brock landed several heavy punches on him, but he only frowned and retaliated with his own hand.
The two exchanged blows for several rounds, and for a time they were evenly matched.
Brock's eyes widened in surprise: "I didn't expect you, fat guy, to be so tough."
Jerome puffed out his chest, his tone growing increasingly confident: "That's it? I could fight you all day."
Brock chuckled, then suddenly suggested, "Hey buddy, you played well. Why don't you join the Black Penguins?"
As he threw out his punches, he tossed out bait: "As long as you meet your daily KPI of collecting cans, you can earn a steady $10. Join now, and there's a bonus tonight—everyone gets a McDonald's Double Beef Burger."
Then, his tone shifted abruptly, becoming somber and threatening: "If you don't join now, and are forced to join later, everyone will only get $5."
Jerome chuckled, pointed in Simon Lin's direction, and rolled his eyes at Brock: "See that Asian guy over there? Do you even know the difference between you two?"
Brock paused for a moment, looking confused.
"The only difference is he's better looking and richer than you!" Jerome said dismissively. "I just joined Camp 39 today and already had a burger buffet, achieving burger freedom right away! Who cares about your pathetic little double-decker burger?"
After listening, Brock slowly shook his head, his tone tinged with regret: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his movements suddenly accelerated, and the force was also greater than before.
Jerome's expression changed immediately. He, who could barely block before, could no longer keep up with Brock's rhythm. His arms were numb from the blows, and his blocking became increasingly difficult.
Brock seized an opening and delivered a powerful punch to Jerome's chest. Jerome groaned and staggered backward.
Before he could regain his footing, Brock lunged forward again and kicked him in the ankle.
Jerome lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"This black guy, he wasn't fighting seriously before?"
After defeating Jerome, Brock dusted off his hands, his eyes fiercely fixed on Simon Lin beside him, a smug smile playing on his lips: "Now that you've dealt with him, it's your turn!"
Before he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground with both legs and charged towards Lin Ximeng like a runaway bull.
Lin Ximeng was prepared. He stood firm on his feet and, the moment Brock's fist came, he dodged to the side and grabbed his wrist.
The two instantly grappled with each other. Brock's punches were incredibly powerful, and every collision made Simon's arm go numb. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within his opponent's muscles.
Is this the black guy who killed someone in the boxing ring?
It's even more potent than taking drugs!
The stalemate didn't last long. A fierce glint flashed in Brock's eyes. His arm muscles tensed up suddenly, and the force of his punches increased abruptly, while the rhythm of his punches became faster and faster.
Lin Simon immediately felt the pressure increase, and his blocking movements gradually became more difficult.
Seeing this, Brock grinned arrogantly, attacking relentlessly while sneering, "Can't hold on anymore, huh? If you know what's good for you, hurry up and call Chris from your camp! Otherwise, the two of you are no match for me."
At the same time, he was already certain that Lin Ximeng had reached his limit and was about to collapse.
Lin Ximeng didn't panic as Brock had expected. Instead, he laughed and said, "You did a good job just now, but from now on, it's my turn."
[Daily Intelligence] Information: Black boxer Brock suffered a left abdominal injury, underwent surgery, and still has obvious aftereffects.
Lin Simon changed tactics, no longer taking the hit head-on. Instead, he took advantage of a gap in the dodge, suddenly lowered his body, avoided Brock's heavy punch, and then delivered a precise elbow strike to his left waist and abdomen.
Caught off guard, Brock let out a painful groan, his attack momentarily halted.
Lin Simon gave his opponent no chance to react, nimbly circling around to Brock's side and repeatedly using knee strikes and punches, targeting his old injury in the waist and abdomen.
[Skill: Street Fighting Lv.1]
Lin Simon has mastered the skills of street fighting, and every strike hits the target's weak points with precision.
Jerome, who had been lying on the ground, was dumbfounded. He pushed himself up and sat up, his mouth agape: "What the hell?! He looked like he was about to collapse, how did he suddenly turn the tables?"
Jerome couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Lin Simon was also hiding his strength at the beginning?
Brock was forced to retreat steadily, the excruciating pain in his left lower abdomen causing him to break out in a cold sweat. His mind was filled with confusion and fear: Fxxk! What's wrong with this kid? Why is he targeting my injured areas?
Surely he wouldn't be using X-ray vision?
Brock became increasingly panicked, and his movements became more and more distorted.
Seizing the opening, Lin Ximeng used another "Iron Mountain Lean" technique, slamming it hard into Brock's old wound.
"ah--"
Brock let out a piercing scream, his body crashing heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief.
Lin Ximeng stepped forward with a calm smile on his face: "Although you are very capable, fortunately I am a step ahead."
Brock's lips trembled, as he tried to utter a curse: "Fx......."
But before he could finish speaking, everything went black, and he fainted from anger.
The tall Latino man not far away saw everything clearly and was so frightened that his legs went weak.
Seeing Brock collapse, I had only one thought in my mind: Run!
He tiptoed backward, and just as he turned to slip away, Lin Simon grabbed him by the back of his collar.
"Why are you running?"
Simon Lin's voice came from behind. The tall Latino man froze, then immediately begged for mercy with a mournful face: "Big brother, spare me! I'm just a messenger in the team, nothing special!"
Without wasting words with him, Lin Ximeng pointed to Brock on the ground: "Drag him to where everyone is picking up the cans."
The tall Latino dared not resist, and could only grit his teeth, lift Brock's arm, and drag him forward with a labored effort.
Jerome even "kindly" helped lift the leg, leaving the tall Latino man furious but unable to speak out.
A short while later, the three dragged Brock back to the scene where the garbage truck had overturned.
The homeless men, forced to collect cans, looked on with surprise and confusion, whispering amongst themselves.
"Isn't that Brock, the black penguin's boxing coach? Why was he dragged here?"
"Was he knocked unconscious? Did those two do it?"
The murmurs rose and fell, and everyone wore a different expression.
The members of the Black Penguin group were at a loss for what to do when they saw what was happening.
By this time, it was already dark, and the streetlights along the roadside turned on one after another, their warm yellow light falling directly on Lin Ximeng.
Ignoring the various stares from the crowd, he raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone can take any cans they want tonight. This fallen black man will foot the bill for all the profits!"