The Whip of the God of Basketball

The iron door of the bathroom was kicked by a huge force, and the broken door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, fell to the ground with a bang.

"The degree of deformation is 25%, and the impact force is about 160 kilograms...not bad..." Fan Chen calculated while looking at the deformed door lying on the ground.

For all the things in this world, Fan Chen can't stop his calculations for a moment.

From her own hair and eyebrows, to the nose height and bust of beauties on the road, from Mercedes-Benz cars to running puppies, Fan Chen's world is a world of numbers and precise calculations.

This ability earned him the title of child prodigy, from elementary school to postgraduate graduation, he never struggled, which gave him a decent job with good income, but also brought him endless troubles.

However, he can't remember these troubles from his previous life for the time being, and now there are new troubles in front of him.

As the door was kicked open, what entered the bathroom was a big white man wearing a white T-shirt and black jacket, chewing gum, and next to him was a Puerto Rican man holding a steel pipe. Scar, a fierce look.

But the real master stood behind the two, a middle-aged white man wearing a gray striped suit, a little bald, but with a very bushy beard.

He is a little fat, but not weak, and his eyes are calm and ferocious. He glanced at Fan Chen, then at the door on the ground, and said, "Leon, Frank bet one hundred thousand in this boxing match." $100,000... A shabby boxing match, $100,000 can buy this damn place. And you ruined this boxing match. Obviously, you have to say goodbye to this beautiful world..."

Just as the bald fat man finished speaking, his hand had already touched the gun at his waist, and a huge fist suddenly approached his eyes.

The bald fat man who had also suffered old punches on the street wanted to escape but it was too late. His fist hit his face, and an irresistible soreness rushed up along with tears, snot, and blood.

"Fuck!" The bald fat man yelled, he didn't understand how Fox Leon, a nine-tier boxer in the down-and-out bar boxing ring, could have such a swift skill.

I don't even understand what kind of heart and leopard courage he had, and dared to beat him, Frank's number one thug.

The bald fat man was originally standing behind his subordinate, and Fan Chen was two people away from him, but before he was hugged by the waist, he rushed forward and smashed his nose with his fist.

Just as the fat man was holding his nose and screaming, the big white man and the Puerto Rican had already been knocked to the ground by Fan Chen.

The two thugs originally wanted to throw Fan Chen down, but Fan Chen still hit the bald fat man with his fist. At the same time, he hit the big white man's temple hard with his left elbow. This hit the vital point and fell down.

As for the Puerto Rican pole man, just as he raised his hand and swung the pole, Fan Chen kicked him in the crotch, rolling on the ground in pain.

In five seconds, Fan Chen took care of the three people, and when the bald fat man was talking nonsense to him, he had planned all of them to perfection.

"Stop talking nonsense before drawing out your gun." Fan Chen said to the bald fat man who was still holding his nose. After speaking, he kicked him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground, pulling the pistol from his waist.

"Colt 1911, a powerful pistol..." Fan Chen looked at the pistol and knew that it was very powerful, but he did not accept it, but threw it to the ground forcefully, smashing the barrel.

For Fan Chen, carrying a gun does not make him any safer.

At this time, the bar was still noisy, and people knew nothing about what happened in the bathroom.

The boxing ring has been withdrawn, and there will be nothing left in an unremarkable bar boxing match, except for Leon's deadly punch which impressed some spectators at the scene.

Of course, Frank's $100,000 was left behind. The middle-level leader of the Irish Gang in the South District of Boston had already received the news that his $100,000 was in vain.

One hundred thousand dollars is a small matter, but face is a big matter, because the result of this boxing match was predetermined by Frank, so he exempted Fox-Leon from the gambling debt of 2,500 dollars.

As a result, this "hopeless gambler" even put him on the ring, and at the last moment he turned back and knocked down his opponent.

Frank, who lost his face, immediately called and asked Mark Willis, the right-hand man who was on the scene, the bald fat man, to handle the matter.

But he soon got the news that Leon Fox had run away!

Frank couldn't imagine how Mark Willis, who was armed with a gun and two thugs, would let this guy run away. Angrily, he immediately asked all his men to go out and catch this guy who played with him.

"I want him to taste what it's like to lose all his teeth and be thrown into the Atlantic Ocean." This is Frank's cruel words to Fox-Leon.

Just as Frank was gnashing his teeth, Fan Chen had already left the bar named "Dramalist" on E Street in the South District of Boston. He was wearing a jumper with a hood, and he quietly slipped into the night alone. middle.

Walking on the streets of this city, the memories in my mind are getting into Fan Chen's soul bit by bit, everything about this Fox-Leon, and everything about this city.

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Fox-Leon, born in 1972, his great-grandmother was a descendant of a Chinese laborer, and later married a miner in Portland and gave birth to Leon's grandfather.

Leon's grandfather moved to New York with his parents and met his grandmother on Broadway, a French actress. They fell in love during World War II and gave birth to Leon's father, Matthews-Léon.

In the early 1960s, Matthews became a hippie in his youth and met Leon's mother, Amata Gian, a passionate restaurant waitress from Puerto Rico, at a demonstration against the Vietnam War.

The two quickly fell in love and eventually chose to settle in Boston, giving birth to little Fox-Leon in the spring of 1972.

But soon the husband and wife parted ways because of discord in life. After the parents divorced, Leon lived with his mother. Matthews-Leon was addicted to gambling, and in 1977 because of gambling debts, he was arrested by the South District of Boston. The boss of Frank, the big boss above Frank, was killed by the notorious James Bulger.

Matthews' body was found that winter on a rocky beach in Old Harbor with the teeth smashed in his mouth.

The misfortune did not stop. In 1986, Leon's mother Ji An had a car accident on the night when the Boston Celtics won the championship. Because the parade delayed the ambulance and died, leaving 13-year-old Fox-Leon alone.

From then on, little Leon was fostered in a couple's home without children. His stepfather and stepmother treated him well, but he was not strict in discipline. Leon, who was in the rebellious stage, soon got mixed up with some street gangsters.

He didn't go to college, he got a degree in community college, relied on his strong body to become a member of the school boxing team, and made his mark in Boston's bar boxing ring.

However, his boxing talent was limited to this. Soon he followed his father's footsteps and became addicted to gambling, so he had to start punching fake punches.

Tonight is another fake boxing match for Leon. He could have lost happily in the first three rounds, but his opponent, "Iron Head" Kleiman had an old grudge with him. On the ring, he tried his best to beat Leon black and blue.

The long-term fake boxing match has long made Leon look good, but the little self-esteem left in his heart made him decide to persist until the last round before falling.

But Kleiman's heavy punch made Leon shaky, and his consciousness was blurred. After a heavy punch that hit the eye, Leon completely lost consciousness, and Fan Chen's consciousness penetrated into his brain because of this, replaced the original soul.

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Fan Chen recalled these past events and the strange events of tonight in his mind, when a gust of cold wind blew, he had goose bumps all over his body, and he couldn't help but look up and look around.

A city that is both strange and familiar is very strange to Fan Chen and very familiar to Fox-Leon.

Boston, one of the oldest cities in the United States, is located in the northeast of Massachusetts. The temperature at night in April will still make people feel chilly.

However, Fan Chen's mind is as calm as the night wind. After leaving the bar, he didn't wander around. While sorting out the broken memories in his mind, he analyzed the whole story and the solution to the problem according to the existing information. .

The punch on the ring was completely done subconsciously by Fan Chen. He doesn't know how to punch, but his observation skills are so outstanding, Kleiman's movements are slow motion in his eyes.

The movements of the bald white man and the two thugs are also completely under his control. Although Leon's body has been abandoned for many years, the foundation is still there. With Fan Chen's excellent consciousness, it is more than enough to deal with five or six ordinary people at the same time.

But Fan Chen also knows that what he will face next will be the pursuit of the Boston gangsters, and their weapons will not be fists, but guns. Fan Chen is not Neo, so he can't dodge bullets.

He had just arrived in this time and space, and he didn't want to just die on the street, have his teeth smashed and thrown into the Atlantic Ocean like his "father", or live a life of hiding in Tibet.

Fan Chen's brain was running fast, fully mobilizing the fresh memories in his mind, searching for useful information from them.

Soon, he thought of a place, the last place a gangster wanted to go, and he would be well protected.

But before going to this place, Fan Chen still needs to do something to get the qualification to enter.