Hard Target 2 Page #2

They say he likes the punishment.

Sorry Mrs. You're not my type.

Lie.

I'm the type of all.

Landon Marshall.

You may recognize my face of Wired magazine.

They call me Mark Zuckerberg shooter video game.

I never heard about you.

I did not hear you.

- Where Maduka? - Sleeping it off, probably.

- Very good. Let us begin. - Start it?

What's going on here, exactly?

Where is the ring? Where is the opponent?

And he met his opponents. And the ring ... This in.

260 square kilometers of jungle.

The treasure?

A million dollars in rubies.

If he manages to cross the border, they are yours.

Thailand is over there. Law east.

What is this? A joke?

Is there a hidden camera around here ...?

I signed a contract for a fight without rules, and that is what we will have.

What they will have all.

It's time to find its place in the food chain.

Choose your weapons!

Oye.

I recommend the crossbow to the true hunter.

- Do not worry. - Hears.

If you change your mind, there will be enough time.

They follow us.

It's all yours.

Yes sir.

A demonstration of what happened.

That's just the beginning.

They face the ultimate challenge.

Cazar his equal on the evolutionary scale.

If you are up to the challenge,

reached the pinnacle of satisfaction as a hunter.

Can I hear a "Sh*t, if"?

Sh*t, yeah!

No weapons for you.

Sorry, Mr. Baylor. Madden's right.

But I'll give you something.

Two minutes ahead.

And a bottle of water.

Fill it out when you can.

What the hell is wrong with you?

This is not a fight. It is murder.

No, this Sasria them.

It's a f***ing crazy.

Ninety seconds.

This is bullshit, Aldrich. I do not accept this.

Find yourself another piece of meat. I'm leaving.

He's right about that.

One way or another, it will go away. This in you choose.

- There is not much choice. - Of course I do.

You can win

or you can lose.

Seventy seconds.

What's the problem?

You need to ring the bell?

Buena Sera Ksria them.

Mr. Maduka. I'm glad you could come.

Lord Chief Maduka.

My apologies, Chief Lord.

Cameras, phones, any device of video.

They know the rules.

- No calls, but photos? - Make mental pictures, Mr. Marshall.

He is about to join an exclusive club. We do not want to share this with anyone.

In addition, you will experience what can not be captured in a camera.

Let him live here forever.

God, ladies.

You want to f*** or hunt?

Come on!

Get him!

If you are in shape.

Do you do CrossFit? Spinning?

Krav Maga? That I do.

Excuse me while my heart recovers.

Is the pressure affecting you, boy?

Why do not you shut up, man?

160 kilometers east.

F***, Aldrich.

The northern border is only 65.

Sprinted 1.5 km, you know we're behind.

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