Chapter 6 The Legend of ‘Demon’ and ‘Ghost’

A group of stout men were walking naked in the blizzard. They carried heavy pine logs on their shoulders, and the branches on them were only roughly cut with an axe. These logs were at least about 500 kilograms. However, these men of different skin colors did not struggle to carry them and slowly walked forward in the wind and snow about a foot thick.

Three motorcycle sleds followed slowly near them, and a few guys in thick fur coats drank vodka, sniffed, and stroked their ak-47. One guy shouted: "Fuck, these guys are really good, the quality is really good, and they are really good at fucking their mother. If you practice hard, you must be good at glory."

Another guy slowly sipped vodka and said slowly: "Forget it, I have seen so many of these people. How many of them can become famous? Even if they are lucky and have played more than a dozen good punches, they will die in the end... There are only a few real boxing champions in the world, and not everyone has such good luck."

A low roar came from afar, and the naked men raised their heads and looked at the horizon. Two tornado-like things were coming against the ground.

The gunmen who had already gained experience burst into laughter: "Don't look, boys, try to rush back to the camp. The nights in Siberia will not be so comfortable. Hurry up, hurry up, maybe you can still catch up with the new boxers. As usual, you should give them some color."

The big men laughed and accelerated their pace. Two large military helicopters flew past them against the ground, and flew towards the valley between the two peaks with a rattle. Something suddenly dropped on the plane, and a sled drove over quickly. The two big men laughed: "Brothers, hurry up, hurry up and go back to the camp, good vodka, fuck, they also brought supplies, hurry up, hurry up..." The two guys couldn't help but lifted the wine bottle and poured it into one bite at a time, which made the naked big men very envious.

The group of people who were rushing toward the camp quickly and passed through the slender valley. There was a wide flat ground. Three wire meshes of more than ten meters high surrounded the radius of three or four square kilometers. More than a dozen buildings in the radius were dotted on the flat ground. Paired by pairs of gunmen, pairs of wolves led wolf dogs and patrolled. On the roof of the building, gunmen were also looking around cautiously with light machine guns.

Here, the Siberian Black Market Boxing Training Camp, a training venue organized by unknown people and some local troops.

The big men rushed into the camp roaringly. In the square in front of the four-story building, the highest building in the camp, they wiped their bodies, put on their own clothes, and jumped excitedly. Several Russians in camouflage uniforms pinched their stopwatches and muttered in a low voice: "It's not bad, five minutes earlier than yesterday. Isn't this group of bitches so excited when they see supplies coming?"

The helicopters were hovering in the air, and the training camp did not send a signal until everyone gathered, and the two helicopters slowly descended.

The hatch opened, and several soldiers in uniform jumped down, jokingly betting: "Look, see, who wins this time? Rookie or veteran?"

The leaders of the camp walked over: "Lieutenant Colonel, this time a few days ahead."

A man in the uniform of a lieutenant colonel slowly stepped off the plane and turned around and shouted loudly: "Battlemen, come down, you bastards who dream of getting rich, come down... Oh, Shapkov, damn, there may be hurricanes in the next few days, so we came early, damn, the winter in Siberia is not a good time. But it is also the time for these guys to exercise well... Well, the few people you want have brought them too."

One by one, the stout men climbed off the cabin slowly, holding their own duffel bag in their hands. Shapkov whipped the guy in front with a whip: "Dog bastard, hurry up and get down... hurry up."

The big man who was being beaten roared and rushed towards Shapkov. A figure flashed. A big man who had just returned to the camp jumped out and kicked him sideways on his waist. With a "gala", the man screamed and flew out, and his entire spine was kicked out of it.

The lieutenant colonel laughed: "Ha, Shapkov, your boxers are well trained. They have only been here for half a year, right? They are all good."

Shapkov looked at the big man who attacked and nodded and said, "Okay, you bastard is very fast. You can go play girls tonight, and you can also take a day off tomorrow. It is your reward. Get back to the queue." The big man nodded and bowed. The dozen big men who had just gotten off the helicopter stood in place with pale faces. The most powerful among them was actually kicked to death. They never thought that the gap in strength was so huge.

Shapkov walked up to them proudly and shouted: "Bitches, welcome to the Siberian Hell. You either die here or go out alive. If you can go out successfully through two years of training, you will become the best boxers, you will make a fortune, and countless coquettish girls will chase your little brother..."

The people in the entire camp burst into laughter, Shapkov shook his head and said, "Of course, if you dare to cause trouble, then you will be dead, do you understand? Here, in the Siberian hell, there is no hope, no luck, no mercy... Everything about you belongs to me, contrary to my wishes, you will be dead."

The two black boys poked their heads out of the cabin with a little shrinkage. Shapkov roared and jumped over, and whipped at the two boys: "Damn, why don't you come out of the plane? Are you looking for death? OK, okay, you look down on me? Do you think of me, Mr. Shapkov, then, let me tell you, you really made a mistake...you..."

The lieutenant colonel laughed lazily: "Dear Shapkov, these two kids are the peddlers you are looking for... Ha, from the chef to the cleaner, they are competent, God, they are not preparatory boxers."

Shapkov gently lowered the whip raised high, and the whip head pointed at the head of the two boys, and a smile appeared: "So, okay, boys, what are your names? Oh, you're welcome. Although they are servile servants, you are still much more noble than these martyrs. They are trash, you are our service staff... Hahahaha, I want to show you a little respect."

"Phil, sir."

"Gor, sir."

Shapkov looked at the shriveled bodies of the two boys and frowned: "Lieutenant Colonel, did you fish them out of African refugees? Damn, you are as thin as a monkey... Okay, Kraft, take them both to wash them well, change into uniforms, and have a full meal."

Shapkov touched his stomach and smiled at the two black boys: "I don't admit that I am a good person, but I must say that it's better for you to meet me than for others... We don't have good people here, but we never treat our own people badly... Each of you has a salary of 300 US dollars a month, which is enough, right? Also, we control food, accommodation and you are not bullied. Your service period is four years. After four years, we will settle the salary, and you can get out. Of course, if you are willing to stay, some of the good guys around you are left behind like you, there are food and drinks here, although there are fewer women... Damn, you don't have enough hair, do you know what the women are? It seems you don't know..."

After wasting a slut, Shapkov gave a heavy kick alone and kicked Firgore away.

The lieutenant colonel applauded softly: "Fuck, Shapukov, you are such a prophet... Those two boys were the coolies secretly brought by our peacekeeping troops. Later, they committed a crime. The Red Cross found the major general and had to send them here. No one dared to come here... The two boys are not bad, very diligent. Okay, lazy guys, you start unloading... Shapukov, don't you invite me to have a drink?"

Shapukov threw away the whip, laughed and hugged the lieutenant colonel and walked towards the four-story building, saying with a smile: "Of course, there are few women here, but there are two bottles of good wine in my private inventory..." A boxer diligently grabbed Shapukov's whip and delivered it to him.

Phil, Cole cleaned up, put on a warm leather jacket and camouflage uniform, and then Kraft gave each of them a hunting knife and said with a grim smile: "Be careful, if you encounter a Siberian bear, use this to fight hard. In a few days, if you are obedient, you will be equipped with a pistol... Boys, let's go, look at your size, so small, I'll treat you to a good meal. Eating here is free, but drinking costs money... But our salary has no place to use, so we can only use it for drinking... Don't you drink? How old are you?"

"Sixteen, sir, my brother and I are both sixteen..."

"Twin brothers? Haha, it's so rare... OK, my name is Kraft, they call me the butcher, of course, I'm a good person... In the whole camp, Shapkov is a bastard, he is a villain, the rest of us are all good people... Hahahahaha..."

Phil and Gore had a crazy meal, and finally, Kraft was surprised to kill the food in their hands: "Damn it, how long have you been eating? Those damn army soldiers, do they treat you as slaves? No, you will be thrust to death... God, we are not good people, but at least we are still humans."

Kraft kindly arranged a room for them to rest. The two brothers fell asleep almost after they were touched with pillows...

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..."

The sharp trumpet woke Phil and the others up quickly, and walked carefully to the door of the room and looked downstairs. About three hundred strong men were whistling, naked, running back and forth in the snow, with heavy sandbags tied to their hands and feet, and the guards in uniform were happily pouring snow water on them with buckets.

More than a dozen big men who had just arrived soon couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and fell down with cramps. The guards continued to pour water without hesitation. Knowing that they were almost out of breath, they carried them in.

Kraft walked to them quietly: "This is a warning, every new boxer will be ravaged like this... The dead guy yesterday was quite lucky, right?" A trace of bloody pleasure surged on his rough face, which made Philgore both scared and excited, and didn't know how to answer.

Slice potatoes, knead dough, chop beef, boil oil, and cook a steaming meal; then clean the room for seven or eight senior leaders, including Shapukov, and wipe their leather shoes. Although the leather shoes will immediately turn into garbage after wearing them for three minutes, Shapukov and the others are going to talk about this topic; in the afternoon, help organize the playground and the fitness field; in the evening, follow the guards around, or occasionally peek at the rewarded boxers torture those poor sex slaves.

Firgore is very satisfied with his current life. Here, they can eat and sleep warmly, and they don’t have to worry about the machetes of the other tribe coming in the middle of the night. Compared to being a chore in the army, it is like heaven. In the eyes of the two brothers, this Siberian hell, which Shapukov calls himself, is a real paradise. Yes, this is heaven... Even Shapukov, who is drunk and drunk, looks as cute as God to both of them.

In the training camp, Phil drove around with the soldiers all day long, while Gore followed the two bartenders to play with the wine every day, and was very excited...

On the dark night, the two brothers stood guard on the roof with an old-fashioned assault rifle for the first time. They were very excited and took turns fiddling with the spear.

A big hand suddenly snatched their guns. The two brothers were shocked, and three white men had already secretly surrounded them.

The obscene smile on his head: "What a delicious tender meat... I haven't met such a tender boy for a long time... God bless you, are you on duty today? Come on, let me have fun, I will feel sorry for you."

Phil Gore was still not sure what was going on. Just as Phil was about to shout, the two big men next to him had already covered his and Gore's mouths. The white big man opposite urgently untied his trousers and was about to take off Phil's pants.

A big hand grabbed the guy's neck firmly and threw him out with one hand.

The two white men who covered Phil and the others exclaimed: "Sishill?" They held the white man struggling on the ground in a mess and fled downstairs.

A black man with a figure of 2.20 meters appeared in front of them, looking at the two boys less than 170 centimeters in height with cold eyes, and buzzing: "Boys, you are lucky. I suddenly got up to look at the stars at night... But if you like being played with by them, I can say sorry to you and ask them to come back."

Firgore probably understood what was going on, and they both sniffed a few times in disgust.

Sisheil nodded and patted their shoulders: "Your luck... But remember, in this hell, strength can protect yourself. We black people cannot let them bully, so you should learn something. If you want, I can teach you something. Remember, we black people cannot be bullied by them in vain, sooner or later I will crush their necks." He clenched his fists fiercely and made a crisp "crackling" sound to deepen his tone.

From then on, after the daily service of the two brothers, one more thing was to follow Sisill to play with the fitness equipment.

The other guards were also in the gym, but what they wondered was why the two kids were so serious? In their opinion, the only purpose of exercising was to spend the boring time and make more money while playing girls on shifts.

Sishe secretly taught them some weird knowledge: "Boys, do you know how long it takes to kill a person? Ha, it doesn't take a meter long. In the eyes of a good man, a blade the size of a little finger can kill hundreds of people."

"By the way, here is the most vulnerable part of the spine. With a light elbow, you can smash their nerve center from behind."

"Phil, you're wrong, you have to speed a little faster. You can't bear the heavy blow of a very high-level boxer. Speed, speed is strength, and strength can determine your life or death..."

"Cooperate, you two brothers are born with good doubles players, pay attention to cooperation, yes, cooperation... Damn, they are really two little lions."

"Ha, remember, we black people, maybe they seem lazy, dirty and stupid, but we can't think so, otherwise we will be really done and we will never look up. Believe me, we must do something... Even if we are fighting black market boxing, we should make some fuss..."
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