Chapter 1086 Small Bet

Lin Nian leaned on the back of the chair and gently smoothed the hair of the sleeping girl on his lap with his left thumb. He himself closed his eyes slightly and seemed to be resting, ignoring the music playing in his ears that made the car tremble. . His reaction was very abnormal, but anyone who knew Lin Nian and his usual personality would think it was abnormal.

Lin Nian is a member of the Discipline Committee at Kassel College. Manstein is the chairman of the committee and serves as a responsible professor. His style and habits are basically in line with the top three students in Kassel. He is very concerned about the rectification of the school's school spirit. It is obligatory to call someone of my generation.

If Lin Nian bumps into someone with such noise as the current one, he will usually receive the first advice: "Don't be too noisy, there are other people resting nearby."

People who receive persuasion are usually honest and obedient, but there are also students who drink too much at night at student parties. In addition, it is dark at night and people who cannot see clearly choose to choke. Then when they wake up, they are in the small room of the Discipline Committee. Squatting in the black room (called a small black room, it is actually a single-room dormitory with complete facilities, jokingly called a small black room by students).

Lin Nian is very afraid of trouble, and it is precisely because of this that he is considered the best at solving troubles.

Xia Mi whistled, and Xia Wang, who was still running around the carriage not far away, ran back and sat on the chair. Veleva and Susie both sat up slightly and stopped whispering to discuss plans. They both looked sideways at Lu Mingfei at the end of the carriage.

Everyone except Lu Mingfei seemed to notice the abnormality, but they didn't make much movement. Oh, Fingel didn't notice anything. He was still dozing off, and he didn't know what he did after returning to the dormitory last night.

Lu Mingfei, who had practiced American pronunciation for a year or two and was a little nervous about speaking, seemed to be arguing with the black brothers. The leading black brother covered his mouth with a red scarf in a very hygienic way, and there was something in his dark eyes. With a kind of innocence that has not been contaminated by knowledge, he is looking at the Asian boy in front of him at a 45° angle that everyone would call an expert when looking at a new house.

Lu Mingfei was probably euphemistically saying that the music played by this group of black guys was a bit loud. Could you please turn it down a little or simply move a few steps forward and change cars. Anyway, there were basically no people on the subway in the morning, and there were empty cars everywhere in front of it ( In fact, Lu Mingfei misunderstood something. The purpose of a person who carries a radio and plays music is not to listen to the music, but to let others listen to his songs).

The leader, the black boy wearing a bloody scarf, struggled to identify Lu Mingfei's accented English. After understanding his meaning and request, he said "Ah", raised his hand and tapped Lu Mingfei with his index finger, and turned. The first one looked at his companions with a smile on his face, and the others also laughed as if they had gotten something that Mingfei could not understand at all.

The short black boy carrying the radio pressed the radio button on his shoulder with a knowing finger. The fuzzy rap automatically switched to the song, and the most classic hiphop beat sounded, followed by the continuous multi-note keyboard music and drum beats. , the classic West Coast music "Still D.R.E" sounded.

The opening lyrics are:

Yeah nigga im still fuckin with ya

Still waters run deep

As soon as the song started playing, Veleva in the carriage shook her head and sighed. She raised her hand to cover her forehead, probably guessing what would happen next. Susie on the side didn't react at all, as if she had anticipated this scene.

The few black guys over there seemed to have noticed that the girls among the young people sitting in the carriage were a bit beyond imagination. The strong hormones and the unique publicity of young black people made them elbow each other and exchange extreme words for a while. After exaggerated pointing and encouraging expressions, he began to walk around Lu Mingfei towards this side.

Xia Mi looked at the stall walking not far away with some surprise at the black man who clearly had bad intentions and was flirting and teasing him clearly. She probably thought that this kind of situation would only happen in movies and TV series? Realistic people, no matter who they are, should abide by the law. After all, this is an era of rule of law.

The subway that Lin Nian and the others were catching happened to be stuck on the first train in the morning. In fact, if they were more unlucky, they might even meet someone who was drunk or a drug addict who fell asleep on the street and woke up after taking the train home. Now I just met a few restless black guys wearing red scarves and I guess I won the lottery, neither good nor bad. The average unlucky lady would be harassed and teased for a few minutes at most. If I couldn't help it, I got off the station early and wouldn't show up. What a huge loss of personal property.

This idea is that the real situation in Chicago is so universally bad, and it seems exaggerated. It is obviously the cognitive difference caused by the different conditions at home and abroad. But situations like this happen everywhere, but they are especially common in big cities like Chicago. It is said that in the United States you have to drive two blocks after 11 o'clock at night, especially late at night and early in the morning. If you memorize a little bit, you will always encounter unexpected monsters and ghosts.

To put it bluntly, in a sinful city, it’s hard to say you’re a local unless you’re robbed twice. If you’re pretty and you’re not followed and teased a few times, others may think it’s disrespectful to your beauty.

Xia Mi lay on the chair and blinked at Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang didn't respond. She turned around and looked at the four or five black friends who were getting closer and closer behind her. Then she looked at Lin Nian and found that Lin Nian didn't know anything about it. He didn't even raise his head and closed his eyes as if nothing was wrong.

Looking at Lancelot next to him by the window, the vice-president of the Lionheart Club was obviously ready to make a move. With his upright and responsible personality, he would have raised his hand to grab the thick lips of the black buddies before they could start a conversation. Teared off.

A few black guys started searching for enemies before they got close. Their eyes first fell on the window seat not far away. The cold Russian girl looked sideways out of the car window without any reaction, just like a It looks like a beautiful porcelain doll, but it's a pity that it didn't catch the eyes of the black brothers.

It should be said that one thing worth mentioning about black friends is that they don’t pay much attention to childish aesthetics. Compared with Zero, who has no long hair, they are more inclined to target people like Veleva Helsinki in the back seat. At first glance, she is a pure blonde beauty. Regardless of her appearance, her temperament and figure can make people whistle just by sitting there.

Veleva lay on the chair with her hands folded, facing the eyes with a half-smile. This gesture seemed to send a friendly welcome signal to those people. But Susie sitting next to her caught a glimpse of this smiling woman. A tactical blade with edges on all sides is already rolling between the fingers of his right hand.

Susie turned her head slightly and looked at the black young men approaching. She was not interested in these young men with excess hormones and energy. What she was really interested in was to know whether the accompanying men would really let these young men go. Will people come and disturb these weak women?

Everyone sitting in the seats did not react or speak. In the eyes of the black boys, they were obviously frightened by them. They did not even dare to say a word and could only close their eyes and pretend to sleep. This made them feel very majestic. The intimidation and control of the same kind greatly stimulated and expanded their hormone secretion and self-esteem, making their walking steps more bumpy than usual.

The black guy with the blood scarf covering his face came closer and suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and saw a pair of feet sticking out slightly in the aisle of the carriage. Then he looked sideways and saw that one side was following Su Xiaoqiang's hair. Lin Nian rested with his eyes closed.

Maybe he felt that this Asian guy was a little disrespectful to him. Even though his group came over, he even forgot to put his feet back, so he decided to help Lin Nian put his feet back, and raised his legs just to be gentle. He stepped on Lin Nian's shin to give him a warning.

Veleva took her right hand out of the embrace and was about to throw the blade between her fingers, but Susie grabbed her wrist and prevented her from actually throwing the blade. Veleva had taken the elective in the cold weapons class. Cold weapon throwing can easily pierce a wooden board with nails. If she really throws this blade out with her technique, someone's lifted thigh will definitely break a tendon or artery, and they will be unable to walk for at least half a year.

Of course, it wasn't that Susie couldn't bear to see Veleva being so cruel. She simply felt that seeing blood might delay their boarding process. Regarding Lin Nian's matter, Susie felt that many people were being irrational. Lewa is considered a more serious group.

But there was no need for Veleva to do anything extra now. Before the black man in the lead, who was raising his foot to step on it, could get down, his shoulder was deliberately pulled hard by Lu Mingfei, who was walking quickly from behind. The whole person sat down directly on the ground, with a "bang" and an "ouch" in the violent pain.

The short man carrying the radio on his shoulder suddenly felt his shoulders lighten up. He turned around and was shocked to find that the Asian boy who had just come to negotiate with them actually turned around and ran towards the empty carriage in front of him with his radio in hand. He was also running smoothly while running. I broke off the magnetic card playing inside, and the loud and noisy music that was everywhere disappeared instantly.

Naturally, the next step was the classic F-words in the car. S-words were flying all over the sky. The firepower of several young black guys was instantly turned around. Like angry bulls, they turned around and rushed to the car in front, as if Lu Mingfei had snatched them away. It's not their radio but the only thing left in their family, their old mother.

"What's going on, what's going on." Fingel was suddenly awakened from his sleep by a series of yelling and yelling, and turned his head to look around.

Veleva curiously stuck her head out into the aisle to look at the situation in the car in front of her. Lancelot and Xia Mi also neatly tilted their heads to look ahead. They were all very curious about how Lu Mingfei planned to end this incident on the journey. Farcical.

Lin Nian, who was sitting on the back of the chair, didn't even open his eyes. It seemed that after leaving the matter to Lu Mingfei, he didn't care about the next development at all.

"I'll go, what's going on, so exciting? Subway Mortal Kombat?"

Fingel also poked his head out, glanced at the four or five people in the car in front of him, and clicked his tongue twice. He stretched out his hand in the back seat and said, "For 20 dollars, bet whether our dear junior brother can do it alone."

"He is an 'S' class, no one can suppress him." Susie said calmly.

"But he passed the line in the last fighting class, and the instructors politely suggested that he take the long-range sniper route in the future. Without using the cheating ability of 'Word Spirit', the mixed-race is the one with better physical fitness. Ordinary people." Fingal followed suit.

"Then he is also a mixed race and cannot be compared to ordinary people." Susie shook her head as if she had no interest in this bet.

"Why don't you raise your bet, $50, and bet on whether he can do it before the gun goes off." Veleva suggested with a slight smile.

"Oh? Do those people have guns on them?" Xia Mi was a little surprised.

"Two guns, one in front of the left waist of the 'slender' one, and one in front of the front 'face-covering' waist." Lancelot pointed out the location of the two guns and used code names. Code refers to the person holding a gun. When executing ministry operations, it is always customary to give the target a distinct code name to distinguish it.

"With five people, two guns, and three other people surrounding them, it's easy to pull out a gun." Vileva analyzed, "If you can't completely control the field immediately or figure out the attack route, even if you have The experience specialist cannot guarantee that gunshots will not be heard.”

"No, even if someone pulls out a gun, you may not be able to see the sound. Although these people look like gang members, they are still on the subway here, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. There is a high chance that they only dare to pull out their guns to scare people." Lancelot said, staring at the front compartment where the conflict was gradually escalating.

"Then why not bet on whether he can solve the problem before someone pulls out a gun? This should be a bit difficult, right?" Veleva said, "The bet is 100 US dollars, which is an added bonus."

These people never took gang members with guns seriously.

"It's such a big deal?" Fingel sighed. It seemed that the people present were no less experienced in opening the market than he was, and the outcome of the gambling game was suddenly unknown.

However, when it comes to things like opening the market, he has never been inferior to others, "OK, I'll take this one."

"Then I bet Lu Mingfei can handle it." Veleva slapped a 100-dollar bill into Fingel's hand, then looked at Susie and gave her a look, indicating that we might as well play together.

Susie was silent for a moment, then took out the banknote and handed it over, "I bet you can't."

Fingel happily collected the money, looked at Xia Mi and encouraged: "This is a rare opportunity. I am the banker and will take the lead in buying a bet. The odds are now 2:1. Don't miss this opportunity. Don't come back again, everyone."

Xia Mi seemed to be hesitant. 100 US dollars was enough for her to eat two or three Burger King meals. But after thinking for a while, she opened the small bag close to her and counted a few bills and threw them away. Then she whispered: "Brother Fingel." You can’t help me buy a bet. Hehe, no matter what the outcome is, don’t tell Senior Brother Lu that I bought him and lost!”

"Don't worry, I still have this kind of professional ethics." Fingel accepted the money with a smile, and then looked at Lancelot, "What should I say? Brother Lancelot, Lu Mingfei is a member of your Lion Heart Club. You are still your team leader, don’t you have any confidence in your own team leader?”

Lancelot thought for a moment, touched the banknote, folded it several times and threw it into Fingel's hand, "I bet you can't."

"Really or not?" Fingel was a little surprised, "I thought you lions had the same heart."

"It has nothing to do with the outcome. If Lu Mingfei doesn't know our bet, he may be wary of being pointed at a gun, but he will not deliberately guard against the enemy drawing a gun." Lancelot explained, "Probability Judging from the above, five people with two guns will always pull out one. If the content of the bet is whether the gun will go off or whether Lu Mingfei will be shot, I will definitely place a counter bet."

"How rigorous. Are all the people in your Lion Heart Club science-minded?" Fingel said with his tongue. In the middle of his words, Xia Mi suddenly threw another one hundred yuan ball that he had made into a ball. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the junior sister and said, "It's a small business, junior sister, we don't support raising bets!"

"I placed the bet for Senior Brother Chu Zihang, betting that Lu Mingfei would be able to resolve the situation before someone pulled out a gun." Xia Mi made a face.

"It's really a brother-sister relationship between Plastic Seniors. Do you want to throw gold coins at Senior Brother?" Fingel accepted the money with a smile and looked at Lin Nian and Ling's side, the three of them. He didn't seem to be interested in this small bet, and he didn't force it. "I'm done with it. Don't cry if you lose soon!"

The car was driving slowly, and the conflict in the front compartment had evolved into a physical conflict.

Nicknamed "Slim" by Lancelot, he was actually the thinnest and tallest among the five. He hit Lu Mingfei on the chin with a round of blows. It is considered the most classic blowing move in American street fighting culture. Punch, when someone is not paying attention, he will punch him down and turn around.

But what I didn't expect was that Lu Mingfei reacted very quickly. He raised the radio he was holding in his hand and blocked a punch. The tall and thin black boy punched the plastic iron with his fist. He grinned in pain and bent over, holding his hands and stomping his feet and cursing. This punch also just turned on the radio that was originally closed, and directly played the second West Coast music classic "California Love".

If someone made a move first, things would not go well. Lu Mingfei became a little anxious when the people in front of him gathered around him, and kicked the person nearby with one kick, highlighting the true essence of fighting, hit the person first. Yin, when the unlucky guy bent over in severe pain turned around and hit his chin with his elbow, he fell to the seat next to him without saying a word and became motionless.

"The young man is in great shape. He just fell asleep." Fingel commented in the back car, nodding his head seriously and tapping his legs to the rhythm of RAP on the radio.

"This elbow attack is very neat. Muay Thai or Baji? I remember that he took Tai Chi as an elective, didn't he?" Lancelot was a little surprised.

"Hey, you didn't know it right now. Junior Brother does take Tai Chi as an elective, and he plays like Tai Chi for health, so there are people who can't help but help him make up for the lessons."

"Then why did he almost fail the final combat class?" Susie asked.

"He took Tai Chi as an elective, so the final exam of the fighting class could only use Tai Chi. But the person who helped him make up the class chose Ba Chi!" Fingel said very sinisterly.

Su Qian looked at Lin Nian who was resting across the aisle, and naturally understood who was helping Lu Mingfei make up lessons.

"Let me go, Brother Fingel, you are playing dirty tricks! Revealing false information!" Xia Mi's eyes widened, realizing that he might have been cheated in his bet.

"I'm willing to admit defeat." Fingel refused to admit it.

"There is still one gun that has not been moved. It is not over yet." Lancelot said.

In the front compartment, Lu Mingfei was the first to send someone off with his vaginal elbow. The four people behind him were naturally enraged and immediately gathered around. The stronger one at the head looked like the intimidating guy in this small black gang, and he stretched out his hand to grab him. He grabbed Lu Mingfei's collar. As soon as he made this move, Lancelot, who was looking out from the car, was already shaking his head.

Just as Lancelot expected, Lu Mingfei raised his right hand to hold the hand holding his clothes on his chest, and violently stepped on the instep of the person in front of him with his right foot, a typical "shock" in Bajiquan. His posture and the strength he exerted were like a rope hanging around the neck of the black guy in front of him. The rope held the boulder and threw it off the bridge. The black guy tied to the other end was suddenly torn to the ground. , he hit his chin heavily on the metal ground and passed out.

"Little Tangjia rubbed, kicked and stamped her feet, her Baji training was really good." Veleva also praised.

"Senior Brother Lu Mingfei's attack is so sinister." Xia Mi smacked his tongue, as if he didn't expect that Senior Brother Lu, who looked easy to bully, would be so sure and ruthless when he struck.

"The most effective way to use traditional Chinese martial arts like Baji in actual combat is the 'cold hand'. His attack is light and measured. If I were to use this kick, the opponent would have broken bones at the slightest." Lan Slaughter said.

"It's time to draw the gun." Susie said suddenly.

Among the three remaining black men, the young black man who took the lead in covering his face with a bloody scarf obviously lost his temper. He took two steps back and lifted up his clothes to reach for the gun. But what he didn't expect was that Lu Mingfei was one step ahead of him, and immediately He followed up and pressed his right hand on the wrist bone where he was holding the handle of the gun. He forced the half-drawn gun back, seeming to be holding on to the weak spot, making the expression under the bloody scarf very exciting.

The two accomplices next to him immediately came over to grab Lu Mingfei's arm. Lu Mingfei's left hand was still free, so he opened his hand in a hurry and swiped the face of the person on the left violently, and pinched the eyes with three fingers. Then, when the opponent screamed and was blinded, he turned to stab the Tiantu point on the neck to suffocate him, and then slapped the kidney area in the abdomen with his hand.

"Is the Bajiquan taught so harshly now?" Lancelot was a little stunned when he saw this move.

In Bajiquan, the eyes look at three points and the hands are used. If you strike harder, just like Lu Mingfei’s procedure just now, within 2 seconds, this black friend will have a pair of bloody holes on his face, a broken neck and throat, and a ruptured kidney in his abdomen. , the king of hell shook his head when he saw it.

This kind of cruel move is generally not recommended in actual combat classes. Instructors who want to kill people advocate the use of guns. In terms of close combat, they usually teach for the purpose of "uniforming", but what the hell, Lu Mingfei did it. He is so capable of killing people that when they first met him, they thought he was some kind of professional killer.

"In the past, the Bajiquan taught in the school did not teach this method, but after the exchange between the orthodox and the headquarters, all the knowledge about martial arts has been updated. The teacher from the orthodox side said in the first class that everyone learned about this exchange He came here for sincerity, and he only teaches real things in class, not fake stuff." Veleva has heard a little bit about the current curriculum changes at Kassel College.

"The advantages of hybrids over ordinary people are still too great." Lancelot said, "I misjudged the strength of the enemy. Even as an assistant at Cassel Academy, he is still at the elite level of a fighting champion."

"After all, he is an 'S' class, isn't he?" Fingel felt that he had a chance to win, and hummed, "Let alone ordinary people, even if we meet other hybrids who want to cause trouble in Bei'an, Junior Brother will really do it. It’s easy to catch the grid!”

Ling Dong, who was looking sideways and looking out the window, didn't move. It seemed that he had never considered whether Lu Mingfei could handle this unexpected situation.

While several people were gossiping, Lu Mingfei knocked down another one and slapped him on the ear. When the black face was still rippling and his eyes rolled back, a despicable San Cai hand came. The man covered his neck and knelt on the ground, making an unpleasant choking sound.

Four of the five fell down in the blink of an eye. The black man who was leading the group with his face covered with a bloody scarf finally couldn't hold himself any longer. He held down the pistol in his waistband with both hands and used all his strength to draw the gun. Under such a strong pressure situation, Lu Mingfei's weakness was immediately revealed. He really couldn't hold down the other person's two hands with one hand.

At this time, Lu Mingfei glanced over the black man's shoulder and glanced in the direction of the rear compartment.

He found that Lin Nian woke up at some point and was looking at him intently.

The black man whose face was covered by a blood scarf suddenly felt a light touch on his hands, and the gun on his waist was instantly drawn out. Before he could be overjoyed, the half-empty pistol magazine actually fell out!

Lu Mingfei quietly pressed the magazine release button and reached down to catch the fallen magazine with his left hand. He raised his right hand to flip the pistol safety, then pulled the slide back and heard a crisp metal sound. , the loaded yellow bullet was ejected from the chamber. Without even looking at it, he predicted the trajectory of the bullet and grabbed it with a wave of his hand.

The black man who pulled out his pistol instantly pointed the gun at Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei immediately stepped back, realizing that he was being pointed at the gun and subconsciously raised his hands in the air.

In the empty carriage, Lu Mingfei, who was holding the filled magazine in his left hand, and the ejected bullet in his right hand, and the black man who was holding the ejection chamber, looked at each other, with big eyes and small eyes, both of them looked at each other. It's a weird scene with a stunned look on his face.

"Ah!" Fingel's wailing sounded in the rear compartment.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head and looked over, and his nose was almost crooked with anger, because he saw that none of his dear seniors applauded his handsome and smooth operations, but focused on Fingel's He took away the green banknotes he won from betting.