Police Chen Shu

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a bundle of red banknotes tied with white strips. The banknotes were still new, and the smell of ink could not be seen, but it was real.

The thin man just glanced at the money on the coffee table, and then looked at the bald fat man without saying anything.

The young man's silence made him feel inexplicably curious. In his eyes, a bonus of 10,000 yuan was not worth mentioning, but for those who had fallen to the point of fighting black boxing, it should have the effect of a stimulant.

The bald fat man pointed at the monitor with his fingers holding a thin cigar and smiled: "The game was played well. Look, people are cheering for you."

The thin man took a look.

The huge 49-inch fish screen, on the same screen, showed the pictures taken by the dozen video surveillance cameras above the boxing gym in real time. Even though the game was over, people still gathered in groups of three or two and did not leave, drinking and singing, and even shouting and cursing.

Some people who were emotional even raised the bottles in their hands and smashed them on the ground.

The scene was very chaotic, but the thin man's sight only stayed on the surveillance camera of the boxing ring for a moment, and then moved away.

The man who was knocked down by him still had the pair of thin blue boxing gloves on his hands. He was lying alone on the boxing ring without any movement, and there were some more debris on his body.

The lighter the weight of the boxing gloves, the stronger the penetration, and the easier it is to kill people.

"Young man, it's really good to have such understanding for the first time in boxing." The bald fat man laughed and patted the thin man on the shoulder. "Your kick to the crotch was really the final word, and the subsequent headbutt was also good. I can seem to hear the sound of the boy's nose bone snapping when I sit here. Hey, I thought you were going to lose."

"Boss, Doge's jaw was broken." The young man who had been standing behind the bald fat man reminded with a chuckle.

"Chin? Haha, can the chin be broken? Not bad, not bad, it's good if it's broken, otherwise there's nothing to see in this game." The bald fat man was happy, not caring whether it was the nose or the chin, the point is that it's good if it's broken.

The thin man sighed in his heart. At that moment, he was actually a little scared. Even he felt that he was going to be beaten to death. In a hurry, he kicked the crotch.

It may be that the opponent neglected his defense because he was beaten blindly before, or he may have thought that the game was over. As a result, the thin man who recovered suddenly kicked him in the crotch.

The thin man also seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was in pain and stiff, he bent slightly, used the top of his head as a hammer, and directly hit the opponent's nose, which was exposed. The big nose.

The nosebleed, biu, sprayed into the air.

"He has been standing here for more than a month. It's great that you can beat him. It's really great. But the result is a little disappointing." When he said the last part, a trace of haze flashed in the bald fat man's small smiling eyes: no one has broken hands or feet, and those gamblers who lost money have no place to vent.

The thin man didn't say anything, but his eyes finally looked at the purpose of his participation in this competition, the cash on the coffee table.

The bald fat man keenly noticed the changes in the young man opposite him. He laughed and stuffed 10,000 cash into the thin man's arms.

The thin man hesitated for a moment and accepted it. This was what he deserved. When he opened the door and was about to leave, the tempting voice of the boxing gym owner came from the room.

"Next Wednesday night, someone from Shuitou will come to spar with each other, bare-handed, and get a commission. Will you come?"

There are two common ways for underground black boxers to get paid.

The first is similar to the salary for tonight's match, one match for one match, and two matches for two matches. This kind of bonus is not high, but both boxers will not kill each other, at most they will be injured, and basically no one will die.

The second is commission. The boxer's income is directly linked to the dealer's handicap, which is much higher than the salary system. Because it involves gambling, there is a probability of fake fights, but most of them are deadly fights, with a very high rate of disability and death.

"Ahem, the bonus and appearance fee will be paid as usual, um, doubled."

Seeing that the silent thin man was about to leave the office, the bald fat man decisively said: "I will pay even if I lose, 5,000!"

The right hand holding the door handle could not help but tighten, and after a long time, a dull promise came.

Walking out of the boxing gym, the street was dark. Due to the flat location, this alley was neither clean nor bright except for a few dim street lights.

But for some reason, this originally not very bright street light just shone on the thin man's face, a little dazzling, and made him dizzy.

The thin man habitually picked a corner and squatted down. In a place where the light could not reach, he opened his eyes that were beaten red and purple, and silently stared at the door of the boxing gym.

There was a small gatehouse next to the gate, and a staff member was sitting inside. After the guest came out, he used his badge to retrieve the mobile phone that he had temporarily stored inside the gym when he entered.

After a long time, when all the guests and staff had left, the skinny guy still hadn't waited for the appearance of the middle-aged man who had been defeated by his fists.

Originally, I thought that the guys who opened the ring would throw the man onto the street, just like in the movie, when the door was closed, two people threw the bruised loser out of the gym while lying down.

The skinny guy thought about it, got up and walked to the door of the gym, pushed the iron door, and the rattling iron lock made a little noise in the middle of the night, but no one cared.

After pulling hard, the gap between the two doors was enough for the skinny guy to lean in.

He walked to the boxing ring in a familiar way. The middle-aged man was still lying on it. The thin man felt his breath and finally let go of his heart.

The thin man shouted softly and dragged the man to the door of the boxing gym. The iron door was locked and he couldn't get out.

He made up his mind and directly picked up the dusty fire axe that was placed in the corner behind the door, and smashed the door open with a few bangs.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of night wind blew in.

It was a bit comfortable. The thin man who had been holding his anger all night felt much better.

He couldn't leave the man at the door of the boxing gym. Who knows, those guys who opened the ring might think that the place was exposed and deal with the middle-aged man or abandon him.

The thin man was very entangled. He had just been beaten by this man as a sandbag at night, and now he couldn't stand the guilt in his heart, so he dragged the man to the side of the road.

He rubbed his still sore shoulder, smiled bitterly, and finally dragged the man out of the alley. Just in case, he deliberately dragged him a little further away from the alley, then gently put him down and leaned against the wall.

The thin man took out his mobile phone, glanced at the house number at the intersection, and immediately called the police, saying that someone had fainted on the roadside and looked seriously injured. He hoped that they could come as soon as possible.

"Officer, I have another clue to report to you."

At the end, he glanced at the underground boxing gym hidden in the alley from a distance, but he didn't report her after all.

After hanging up the phone, the thin man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then took out the cash from the bald fat man, took out 1,800 yuan from it, and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's shorts.

After doing all this, he seemed to be freed from the oppressive black market boxing, glanced at the still unconscious middle-aged man, and left.

After walking away, he looked back at the alley entrance, which was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

After waiting for a while, the sound of sirens sounded in the distance. The thin man let out a long sigh, and this time he finally walked away.