Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

"My name is Mike Tyson, what's the matter, what's the problem?" The **** repeated inexplicably, and at the same time quickly added nervously, "Sir, I can't beat your companion, I don't need money. Please don't call the police, please? I will leave now."

What is the problem? The problem is your name. Tan Zhenhua doesn't know how to spit out...

He looked up and down carefully, the black man who had stopped "Shar" in front of him, but was nervously begging to look at them for a long time before finally determined, yes, it was him!

Except for his face, which was still slightly immature, his other expressions were almost the same as the Tyson in his memory, and Tan Zhenhua finally understood why he could not recognize him in the first place.

After becoming famous, in addition to the iconic tattoos on the left half of his face, Tyson has always shown the image of a bald head, but the one in front of him has a clean face, fluffy hair and a very non-mainstream tie. There are several little braids, no wonder he just glanced at it familiarly, but never remembered who he was.

And after knowing that the opposite is the famous boxing champion in the future, he couldn't help but gain a deeper understanding of Lin Shuangxi’s kung fu. His own double happiness brother, leader Xie’s favorite general, fell down with just one move. After the boxing champion Tyson, although the method is a little bit, and the current boxing champion Tyson is not a full version, but it is awesome enough!

To describe it in the words of that lame man, this is enough to blow a lifetime!

Secretly, Lin Shuangxi, who was still completely unknown, clicked a big compliment. He couldn't help but another thought in his heart: "Depending on the situation, the future boxing master is really miserable now? To the point of acting as a gangster thief, how poor he has to do such a thing for twenty dollars? So, is it possible to recruit this **** man to act as his own thug...what about the bodyguard? Ah, let the world-famous world boxing champion be his bodyguard, how can we be forced to go to heaven?"

Once this idea was born, itchy like a cat's paw heart made Tan Zhenhua feel uncomfortable. He looked at Mike Tyson up and down, tsk tsk tsk, this physique, this figure, with a suit and sunglasses, followed him and stood there. It's simply a living sign for exorcising ghosts and evil spirits, ordinary crumbs must have avoided far away, right?

And, this guy is so big, standing in front of him, it can shield his small body tightly, and when necessary, it is also very good to use it as a meat shield...

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful he became. The eyes staring at Tyson could not help showing a greedy look. His eyes almost burst into flames. Even Harazi didn’t know it, but stared at a young Tyson. The hair was horrified, and he couldn't help but put his arms around his chest, and said weakly, "Hey, sir, what are you looking at? Why are your eyes so strange? I dare not ask for money, please let me go..."

Because Mao felt as if someone had taken the wrong script...I can’t take care of that much anymore. I met today because of fate, Tyson, cute, let me go with my brother obediently!

"Ahem, Tyson, let's talk about it later, but you have to tell me why you want twenty dollars."

Tyson lowered his head in shame and hesitated for a long time before repliing: "Sir, I am so hungry. I want to buy a hamburger, and my family lives in Brooklyn. I don't even have the money to take the shuttle bus... Sir What I said is true. I want twenty yuan because everyone wants it. I don’t want to buy drugs. Really, please believe me. I don’t take drugs. I am practicing boxing. Touch drugs."

When he said this, he seemed to remember something, and quickly began to dig out his own pocket. Lin Shuangxi on one side couldn't understand what the **** guy was talking about. When he saw this move, he thought he wanted to take some murder weapon again. Tensed, he opened his posture and prepared to do it. Fortunately, Tan Zhenhua made a gesture to him in time, and he relaxed a little bit. However, his eyes were still fixed on Tyson's movements, ready to rush at any time.

Tyson spent a long time in his clothes pocket, and finally took out a small card similar to a badge and handed it over and said pitifully: "Look, sir, this is my training certificate in the Chapel Street Boxing Gym. You can Call and ask them if what I said is true."

Tan Zhenhua took the training card with the photo and looked at it. After reconfirming that the **** man in front of him is the future boxing champion Tyson, he pretended to sigh: "Tyson, forget it, don’t call me. I believe you."

Tyson said with joy: "Thank you, Mr., can I go then?"

Tan Zhenhua said with a stern face: "No!"

Tyson suddenly cried and said with a sad face: "Sir, please, let me go. I just came out of the New York Boys Correctional Institution this morning. I can't go in anymore. I really can't. Sir, please, I have After too many training sessions, Coach D’Amato will be very disappointed."

It wasn’t until Tyson begged for a long time that Tan Zhenhua pretended to reluctantly agree: "Okay Tyson, I can forgive you this time, I will assume that what happened just now has never happened, but Tyson, you just said you want Want to buy a hamburger?"

"Yes, sir," Tyson heard Tan Zhenhua finally let go, he couldn't help but breathe out secretly, and finally there was no need to go to the correctional facility, it was really not a place for people, even if he sometimes felt that he was bad enough. Yes, but there, he still often feels as pure as an angel.

"I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything from noon until now." He said embarrassedly: "Moreover, Coach D'Amato has helped me too much. I don't want to trouble him anymore. not good."

Tan Zhenhua nodded and said: "Then Tyson, how about this? My companion and I are going to have dinner, and my companion just said to me that he is very interested in the fighting technique you just used and wants to know more about it. , Since you are practicing boxing, you must understand this feeling, right? So let's go together, you can go back to Brooklyn after dinner, I promise you will be satisfied with dinner, and I will give it to you Twenty dollars, just as you paid for answering my friend’s question. In this way, the money you get is completely legal income. What do you think?"

Whether it’s a dinner or the twenty dollars promised by Tan Zhenhua, it is no small temptation to Mike Tyson now, especially when he is still hungry, so he only hesitated for a second and agreed. While Tan Zhenhua was secretly proud in his heart:

"Tyson, Tyson, since you have been taken by the little master, it is impossible for you to escape from my palm anymore, so, obediently, you should follow me as soon as possible..."