Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 44 Crazy Fans

In the Western world, there has always been an undercurrent of gladiatorial culture.

Tracing back to the origin, this culture still arose in ancient Rome.The great slave owners at that time were no longer satisfied with the literary enjoyment of drama inherited from Greece or poetry.

They wanted something more intuitive, or more bloody, sensual stimulation.

Gladiator came into being.

Most of them are lowly slaves, fighting enemies and even wild beasts on various occasions for nobles and free people to watch and enjoy.

This kind of activity was so popular in that era that the Romans even built a Colosseum that could accommodate 9 people to watch the game. blood cry.

Today, that building has become a cultural symbol, and even a symbol of that era to some extent.

The peak duel between Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris in the ancient Roman Colosseum can be said to be the perfect fusion of gladiatorial culture and contemporary new forms of expression in art.In the history of world art, it is an immortal monument.

And now after 2000, people will still shed the gentle disguise and ignite the most primitive passion deep in their hearts in front of the performance of fist-to-body, life-and-death fighting.

Who doesn't love watching people fight?
Just like the audience in front of Su Ge, they seemed to lose their minds, shouting crazily at the two fighting in the octagonal cage.

There are many official fighting games in America, but the intuitive stimulation is far less than the black boxing of Hell's Kitchen.

This match is even more legendary, because today it is very likely that the first hundred ring king will be born in this boxing ring.

Win a hundred games in a row!

This is the scariest boxing ring on the entire east coast. No one can climb out of the octagonal cage before completely killing their opponents. In other words, the King of Hundred Rings wants to kill a hundred people with his own hands... and they are all of good strength. master.

Can ordinary people really do this kind of thing?
Su Ge couldn't help being suspicious.

But he came here as soon as he got off the plane, not only to watch a boxing match, but also to deal with some gang affairs.

Because of the lack of cooperation and uncompromising on my own side, many new large-scale gangs have emerged in various parts of America, trying to break through the previous supply chain and grab more benefits.All of a sudden, the chaotic underground world became even more smoky.

The old blacks in Chicago and Los Angeles have almost blown their minds out.

Su Ge is naturally happy to see this, but Jin Bin must be getting more and more restless. The former underworld emperor will never sit back and watch the order he worked so hard to completely collapse.

He must be in a hurry now...hahaha.

Sitting next to Su Ge was a black gang leader from Boston. He came for Jin Bin and said he had something important to discuss.

"J, I know the grievances between you and Jin Bin. I have some very confidential information here, which must be very helpful to you."

Su Ge stared at the boxing ring intently, and casually replied: "Let's hear it?"

"Kim has some new friends. My people have seen it with his own eyes. He has a lot of connections with some Central Asians."

Su Ge raised his eyebrows, thinking that this gold deal is too unreliable, and his affair with the Mandarin is just exposed like this?
No, it feels like a pit...

Although he looked down on Jin Bin a little in his heart, Su Ge still recognized his ability. If he had been so careless, Jin Bin would have died in a corner of Hell's Kitchen long ago.

Ah, it's the familiar layer of puff pastry again.

Su Ge rolled his eyes, guessed something, grinned, and showed a creepy smile at the black man beside him.

"My friend, you are right. This news is really important to me. I guess you must know more?" The tone was friendly but strange: "Don't worry, I understand the rules, and I don't want your information for nothing."

The other party swallowed unconsciously, and said bravely: "I know the time when Jin returned to New York secretly, I can tell, but I request that after you solve him, the business in Boston will be handed over to me."

"Wow, you're so goddamn greedy, but it's a deal."

Su Ge took the initiative to extend his hand, but the other party tremblingly shook it.

At this moment, the competition entered the final stage. The black boxing legend known as the "Fist Stone", who had been the King of Hundred Rings for six years, set off an unstoppable onslaught. The head has already achieved an absolute advantage.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco, alcohol and various low-quality perfumes, which invisibly incited the audience's emotions to reach a high point together. They waved the bills in their hands and screamed with all their strength, wanting to witness the birth of a legend.

There was also a lot of noise in the small box. The old black moved closer and wanted to say something, but Su Ge stopped him by raising his hand.

He is, like everyone else, waiting for boxers to achieve that unprecedented achievement.

Finally, with a completely shattered face being slammed on the ground by the "Fist Stone", the King of Hundred Rings raised his arms and shouted, completely detonating the audience.

Even Su Ge was infected by the emotions on the field, and punched quickly with a yell.

That old black had a sad look on his face, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"J, you also know this is important."

"What's important?"

After the excitement, Mr.J slumped on the seat weakly, as if he had forgotten the conversation just now.

Old Hei gritted his teeth and said, "Jin Bin returns to New York next Wednesday, and will attend the banquet hosted by the mayor, as a wealthy businessman."

"Oh, very good, this is very useful, I promise you, Boston will be yours in the future."

Su Ge laughed.

Two burly men with red noses pushed in through the door... The red noses were like a sign, indicating that they were loyal clowns.

"Mr.J, we caught a sneaky... spies." The expressions of these loyalists were a little strange.

"A spy?" Su Ge glanced at Lao Hei, who also looked dumbfounded.

Not a chain suit?Then what kind of person has the guts to find trouble for himself after eating ambition and leopard.

"Take it here and have a look."

Seeing the figure being pushed in, Su Ge was also a little dumbfounded, isn't this the problem girl?
Do you want to go home after this point and go to Hell's Kitchen for excitement?

This is not taking your own life seriously.

But now it is natural to pretend not to know each other, Su Ge asked, "Who sent you as a spy?"

"What spy?" The blue-haired girl puffed out her chest in dissatisfaction and said, "I'm here to join you."

The members of the Clown Gang looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

But Su Ge didn't smile, instead he was unexpectedly serious. He asked slowly, "Have you thought about it?"

The box gradually became quiet.

The girl nodded.

Su Ge threw a gun over and said to the other party's puzzled eyes: "Kill someone."

The girl checked the bullets smoothly, opened the safety, loaded it, held the gun in her hand, and asked excitedly: "Who are you going to kill? Him?"

Lao Hei, who was pointed at by the gun, was sweating.

"Shouldn't you ask me this question?" Su Ge spread his hands: "After living for so many years, you don't have anyone you want to kill?"

　Thanks to the book friend Beihai Children for the 500 point reward, I wish him and Nanshan old man happiness forever.

　　Ask for three in a row in the back row.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)