Yang Chen held half of the curved metal piece in one hand. He was really surprised. He looked left and right, hesitated for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and wrapped the right forearm with two pieces of metal. The thickness was just right, as if it was tailor-made for him.
The two pieces of metal in his left hand slowly let go, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
The arm guard merged into one and returned to its previous complete form, tightly wrapping his forearm. Although there was no discomfort, it still made him feel frightened.
How to remove it?
Yang Chen had doubts in his heart. He tinkered with this thing with his left hand. Time passed quietly. More than an hour passed, but it was in vain. He was not frustrated and annoyed. He couldn't laugh or cry. Then he thought of an idea. He clenched his fist fiercely with his right hand and stretched the muscles of his forearm. He planned to use the bulging muscles to
Press the doji bulge that you found earlier.
scold!
Four narrow blades were drilled out of the one-centimeter-thick flat edge at the front of the arm guard. The blades were seven to eight millimeters wide and almost thirty centimeters long. They were as thin as the smallest saw blade. They looked vulnerable and could break if not careful.
Yang Chen, who was in the weird fight on the Amazon, knew how powerful this thing was, and the pure steel body of the m4a1 carbine could not withstand this thin blade.
Before Yang Chen could take a closer look, he suddenly felt that the muscles wrapped in the arm guard were being pierced by countless needles. All the nerve endings trembled like an electric shock, and this electric current quickly jumped into the brain.
Caught off guard, Yang Chen felt a buzz in his head, his eyes went black, and he almost couldn't stand. He held the marble coffee table with his left hand and waited for five minutes, dripping with cold sweat all over his body.
At this moment, Yang Chen was convinced that the pair of arm guards were not as simple as he saw. Most of them were integrated with technology that was far ahead of this era. He stood up straight and happened to catch a glimpse of a fly approaching from the corner of his eye. His intuition drove him to wave his arms, but he didn't miss it.
Bu Yi split a small fly into two equal halves.
Yang Chen lowered his head and stared at the corpse of the fly that fell to his feet. He was frightened by it and had an incredible feeling: the arm guard reached a tacit agreement with his brain, maximizing his potential and responding to the instructions issued by his brain.
Good or bad... Yang Chen's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down. After a long time, he finally smiled with relief, good or bad, things have come to this point and he can only resign himself to fate.
As the sun sets and night falls, Yang Chen is still trying to figure out the secrets of the arm guard, and gradually realizes that this thing is mainly controlled by the reflex nerves of the brain. The blade can be retracted or retracted, how many blades can be retracted, how many blades can be removed, and how many blades can be retracted.
Can be attacked or defended.
The ultimate melee weapon like never before.
This "artifact" that made him more powerful could no longer be removed, so he simply opened another one and wrapped it around his left arm. Ten minutes later, he removed his tiger body with crisscrossed scars and walked into the bathroom, covering his left and right forearms with exquisite
The metal sleeve not only does not appear redundant, but also enhances the masculine charm to the extreme.
He stopped in front of the floor-length mirror in the bathroom. After his excitement and curiosity faded, he nodded with satisfaction. He was good at using sabers with both hands, and wearing these magical arm guards was even more powerful. When he thought about it, it seemed that there weren't many people in the world who were worthy of him doing it himself.
After taking a bath, he walked out of the bathroom and went to bed. He fell asleep and had a dream. He dreamed that he turned into a shocking giant lizard monster. He could not face his family, lover, and friends. He hid in the mountains and forests and spent the rest of his life alone.
, an extremely miserable death.
The nightmare woke him up. He caressed his face and got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The man in the mirror was still handsome. He breathed a sigh of relief, laughed at himself, washed up, and faced a new day.
The snow stopped, the clouds dissipated, revealing the rare clear sky since the beginning of winter. The front and back yards have been cleaned by the servants. The monthly salary is 8,000, which is comparable to the salary of white-collar workers in large companies. Which servant dares not to perform hard?
Yang Chen got up after five o'clock and exercised in the gym for nearly two hours. The aunt who was cooking called him to eat. He was still not satisfied and wiped his sweat and walked into the living room. After hastily finishing breakfast, Yang changed his clothes and planned to go out for a walk to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.
Who would have thought that secret agents from the White House would be waiting outside the house all night, blocking him at the gate.
"Dear Mr. Yang Chen, my name is Henry, please give me five minutes." The man who called himself Henry begged sincerely and showed his White House work ID. The two strong men in long windbreakers behind him also looked at Yang Chen pitifully.
If you can't get a chance to talk to Yang Chen, you probably won't be able to go back and do business.
It's just that Yang Chen is a guy who doesn't take hard work. Others are so humble that they will kneel down. If he is arrogant and makes things difficult, he is a bit bullying. He can't do it, so he smiles helplessly: "Okay, I'll give you five minutes."
Henry couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Yang, as long as that thing is returned, the president promises that the U.S. government will carry out in-depth cooperation with the Arctic fox in many fields and provide the Arctic fox and ycv with the greatest convenience."
Multiple fields, in-depth cooperation, maximum convenience, it sounded sincere at first, but in reality it was empty and pale. Yang Chen, who was treacherous to the core, laughed it off and moved forward.
"Mr. Yang, wait, I have something else to say." Henry hurriedly caught up with Yang Chen. His humble and respectful posture made passers-by look at him with surprise. It seems that foreigners should be superior. From the late Qing Dynasty to the present, for more than a hundred years, people have worshiped foreign countries.
It is really sad that the bad nature of being a foreigner is still deep-rooted.
"Go back and tell your president, ten billion dollars in exchange for armor." Yang Chen said loudly.
Ten billion US dollars is enough to build another USS Bush nuclear-powered aircraft carrier and equip it with all carrier-based aircraft. Henry was dumbfounded and stared blankly at Yang Chen who was drifting away, at a loss.
Beichizi Street is quiet and has the charm of old Beijing. Unfortunately, in winter, when there are few tourists, the whole street looks deserted. Most of the more than 20 million permanent residents in the huge city of Beijing are concentrated outside the third ring road. Leaving aside tourists, there are only a few people inside the second ring road.
There are not many residents, let alone Beichizi Street, which has excellent feng shui and has a royal atmosphere. Even billionaires with less power can't afford to live here.
Wu Jie was on a business trip, Wu Rui was in the army, and Yang Chen didn't want to find harmful friends like Wei Ziwen and others to spend the winter in Sanya. His parents were spending the winter in Sanya, and Tongtong and Nazi returned to China at the end of the year. This time they returned to Beijing to spend more time with Shen Yue.
Shen Yue didn't know that Yang Chen had returned to Beijing. Half an hour ago, she sent a WeChat message saying that she was in a good mood after seeing the long-lost blue sky and planned to go bowling with some friends.
Yang Chen walked north along Beichizi Street, went around to the back gate of the Forbidden City, crossed the road into Jingshan Park, and climbed Jingshan, known as Meishan in ancient times, where Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself.
Chongzhen reigned for seventeen years and worked hard, but he was born in the wrong era and was destined to be the king of the country. Yang Chen was not a fan, so he had no interest in sighing for Chongzhen. He came to the Wanchun Pavilion and overlooked the majestic Forbidden City. He felt relaxed and happy.
, stopped for more than an hour, and then called to ask Shen Yue where she was playing.
"I'm at the bowling alley of the Chang'an Club. There's a follower who's so annoying. I'm almost annoyed with him. Husband, please come to me." Shen Yue was half-coquettish and half-angry.
"Okay..." Yang Chen agreed with a smile.
"You're trying to make me happy again. I know you're busy and don't care about me at all. Okay, my colleague is calling me. Let's talk tonight." Shen Yue hung up the phone in a hurry.
