thefictionvixens Chapter 119 UFC? What's that?
Chapter 119 UFC? What's that?
Chapter 119 UFC? What's that?
While his master was resting after returning from the editing room, Qin Han quickly discussed the current situation with Bruce Lee.
After hearing about the current situation, Bruce Lee sat cross-legged on a single sofa, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered a solution.
"They're waiting." Qin Han stared at the Los Angeles map on the coffee table, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the major districts.
"These Japanese are professionally trained. As long as you stay in this hotel, Master, they will never show themselves."
Bruce Lee sighed, "Han, I know they won't dare to make a move here. But are we going to keep dragging this on?"
"We can afford to wait, but they can't. But the problem is—" Qin Han pointed to a location on the map on the Hollywood Walk of Fame—that was the TCL Chinese Theatre in Hollywood.
"The premiere of 'Enter the Dragon.' That's the moment you have to show up, surrounded by countless onlookers."
"It's the perfect hunting ground for snipers or suicide bombers."
"Indeed, if they make a move at the premiere—" Bruce Lee rested his chin on his hand, his gaze sweeping over several secluded alleys and high-rises near the theater: "There will be countless movie fans and Hollywood celebrities there. If they use heavy firepower, it will be an absolute disaster."
"Yeah, that will be the bloodiest day in Hollywood history." Qin Han pinched his brow. "For these suicide squads, they don't care how many people die. As long as they can kill you, the greater the chaos they cause, the more they feel they've accomplished a great feat."
The two were at a loss when the phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.
Qin Han grabbed the receiver: "It's me, Luo Na."
"Qin, I just received inside information from Washington. Although the investigation into Sato's arrest is still in secret, someone deliberately leaked the news that 'Japanese radicals have infiltrated the United States' to several key media outlets."
"What?" Qin Han's eyes widened immediately. This news involved diplomatic relations between two countries, and the White House actually let the media know?
This means that Nixon's staff was absolutely overwhelmed by the Watergate scandal and desperately needed an "external threat" to divert public attention, even if only temporarily.
A golden opportunity!
He couldn't help but smile. "Let me guess, is it Bill's?"
"I'm not sure either, but it's highly likely. Now, with the tacit approval of the White House and the Pentagon, the operation to round up this group of Japanese is about to turn into a counterterrorism operation."
"The press release I wrote—'The Ghost Lurking in the City of Angels: The Death List of Japanese Extremist Militants'"
It has passed the review and will appear on the front page of major newspapers across the United States first thing tomorrow morning, as well as on CBS's evening news.
At this point, Lorna's voice carried a hint of mischief: "I described this group as a bunch of antisocial elements, claiming they could carry out a Munich-style attack in a public place at any time."
In 1973, the shadow of the Munich Olympics tragedy still loomed over the Western world, and the American public had a natural fear and anger toward the term "extremist terrorists."
In addition, the memory of Pearl Harbor in World War II had not completely faded for Americans—the timing, location, and popular support were all on their side.
Once this report is published, Kijiro and his gang will truly become rats in the street.
The four million inhabitants of Los Angeles will become their eyes and ears. As long as they need to eat and shop, they will eventually be discovered.
Qin Han felt that the heavy weight on his heart had eased slightly.
"Thank you, Lorna. This is such timely good news. We were just wondering how to get them out of the shadows."
Luo Na seemed to sense Qin Han's relaxed demeanor and said with a smile, "In that case, let's set a time to meet our old friend."
"An old friend?"
"Do you remember the radio station that broadcast your match against Hiroki Ishii last time? Los Angeles Sports Radio."
Qin Han certainly remembered.
In the last duel, this small radio station, which was originally just a mediocre one, made a fortune from GG fees because it obtained the exclusive broadcasting rights.
"Their boss, that old man named Pike Gordy," Lorna explained, "was able to use that windfall from last time to build up a lot of connections, and now he's a big shot in Los Angeles sports broadcasting."
"He's been pestering me to invite you for coffee. He said that the real, hard-hitting fight he experienced last time inspired him, and he wants to talk to you about whether we could organize a long-term combat sporting event."
Long-term, real-life combat competitions? Isn't that the precursor to UFC and MMA?
In its previous form, the UFC wouldn't have held its first event in Denver until 1993.
And now, simply because of his life-or-death duel with Hiroki Ishii, this multi-billion dollar commercial sports empire has sprouted a full twenty years ahead of schedule.
Qin Han's mind raced: This wasn't just about making money.
With my master's support in this lifetime, this event will definitely become a super window for Han's Film Industry to export kung fu culture to the world!
More importantly, what could be a better occasion for Bruce Lee's father to "show his face" than organizing a fighting competition?
"Excellent!" Qin Han's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Tell Parker, no need to wait until later, right now, even if he's on a date with his mistress, make him pull up his pants and get back to the radio station immediately. I'm going to see him right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Qin Han turned to Bruce Lee: "Master, I've found a perfect opportunity to lure those Japanese out. Wait for my news."
Soon, Qin Han drove to the office building of the Los Angeles Sports Radio Station.
Although it was already night, the place was still bustling with activity.
The phone rang incessantly, and a passionate commentary echoed from the control room. Several editors in short-sleeved shirts were smoking cigarettes and shouting at a pile of data reports.
"Qin! Over here!" Lorna, who had been waiting at the door, waved. Beside her, Pike Gordy was looking at him with a smile.
"Oh my God! Our legend has arrived!" As soon as Parker saw Qin Han, he opened his arms and rushed over, giving him a breathtaking bear hug.
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"Mr. Qin! Ever since that match, our call center has been flooded with calls! Everyone's asking when we'll be able to see another match like that!"
"Do your listeners love the sound of bones breaking?" Qin Han joked with a smile.
"Of course! That's the most primal wildness! It's the call of male hormones!" Parker waved his arms and led the two into his office.
As soon as he sat down, he eagerly took out a proposal from his drawer and pushed it in front of Qin Han.
"Mr. Qin, you see. Boxing matches these days are so boring! Too many rules, too slow pace. The audience gets sleepy watching two people hugging and cuddling for half an hour."
"I want to organize an unrestricted fighting tournament! Just like you did last time! Whether it's karate, judo, boxing, or wrestling, any move can be used to knock down the opponent!"
"We can hold it every Friday night, in cooperation with TV stations, it's sure to be a big market!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see mountains of gold and silver beckoning to him.
Qin Han glanced at the somewhat rough proposal and nodded to himself.
Although Parker was profit-driven, he did have a keen business sense.
However, his vision was still limited to the level of "fighting," and he was still clueless about how to package it into a high-end commercial event.
"Parker, your idea is good, but—it's too corny." Qin Han closed the proposal and said mercilessly.
"Earth?" Parker's smile froze.
"If you just find a few people to fight on stage, and something uncontrollable happens, the police will come and shut you down in no time."
"What we're going to do is select the world's strongest man, the ultimate fighter!" He pulled a marker from Parker's pen holder and drew an octagon on a piece of white paper: "Look at this."
"What's this? A stop sign?" Parker asked, puzzled.
"This is called an octagonal cage." Qin Han's eyes gleamed with fervor as he began to explain the future fighting mecca to this country bumpkin from the 70s: "Why use a cage? Because we need to prevent fighters from falling out and also to prevent spectators from rushing in."
"In this cage, there is no retreat, only battle. It's a modern-day gladiatorial arena!"
"We need to set rules, but we need to be as open as possible. We need to allow kicking, punching, grappling, and even ground grappling. We want the whole world to know which fighting style is the true king of real combat."
Parker was stunned. He forgot to smoke, letting the ash fall onto his suit trousers and burn two holes.
"An octagonal cage—a modern gladiatorial arena—" he muttered to himself, the image of two burly men fighting in an iron cage flashing through his mind: "This—this is simply a brilliant idea! Mr. Qin, let's do it! I'll find the venue, I'll handle the publicity, and I can even secure the funding!"
Qin Han leaned back in his chair, calm and composed: "Han's Film Industry can also invest. My security company can be responsible for the security of the event and can also provide some athletes."
"Moreover, I've already thought of a name for this event."
Above the octagon, he wrote three large words—UFC (Ultimate Fighting).
Championship).
Just the name alone made Parker feel that inviting Qin Han today was absolutely worthwhile.
"The first thing we need to do isn't rushing to start the competition. What's the most pressing issue in the US right now?"
Before Parker could answer, Lorna chimed in, "This is still confidential, Qin. We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning for it to be published."
A "secret" message instantly piqued Parker's interest: "What is it? I promise, no one else will know before tomorrow morning."
"Parker, since I've brought this up now, I'm not treating you like an outsider. After all, in a few hours, the whole of America will know." Qin Han smiled as he looked at the enthusiastic old man: "A group of extremists has infiltrated Los Angeles."
"What? Extremists?" Pike was completely dumbfounded.
"That's right, so I want to use this opportunity of organizing the UFC to bring them out."
Now, Parker couldn't sit still any longer: "My God, those are extremists! We're trying to avoid them, Mr. Qin, what is this?"
"Because they came specifically for me."
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