"What use can this... such a knife be used for?" Frank picked up the flying knife in Ye Zhuang's hand and looked at it. Seeing that it was thin and light, and might deviate greatly when the wind blew, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Ye Zhuang rolled his eyes and was very dissatisfied with Frank for underestimating his flying knife, and said: "Damn, don't underestimate this flying knife. Although it is light and thin, it is sharp enough and can kill within two hundred meters."
Slit a person's throat accurately and easily, killing someone is as easy as picking something out of a bag!"
Frank smiled and shook his head: "Two hundred meters? Haha, are you kidding me? It's good if this knife can fly fifty meters away! Well, if you hold this knife with your hand, it can indeed cut a person's throat.
, but if you want to use it as a throwing knife to kill people, I don’t believe it!”
"How about we make a bet?" Ye Zhuang said.
"bet?"
"Bet this flying knife can kill people from a distance! Do you dare?" Ye Zhuang looked provocative.
Frank was also an iron-blooded soldier. Being inspired by Ye Zhuang's move, he immediately nodded and said: "Okay, since there is still a while before the action, I will play with you! Tell me, what is the bet? How to bet?"
Ye Zhuang said with a smile: "What is more interesting than gambling? As for the gambling method, it is up to you to decide, it is fair!"
"Okay, let's bet $10,000!" Frank thought for a moment and found a wooden board from nearby that was the size of a brick and about two inches thick. He walked to a tank fifty meters away and stood the board upright.
on the tank, then returned to Ye Zhuang and said: "You stand here, as long as you can nail the flying knife to that wooden board, I will lose!"
The distance of fifty meters was far enough, and the wooden board was very hard. Frank firmly believed that Ye Zhuang could not do what he said, otherwise, he would really be able to kill people with flying knives.
"Ten thousand US dollars is too little. Let's try one million!" Ye Zhuang said. He had a bank card in his hand that Ye Han had given him not long ago. He was now considered a billionaire. For a bet of ten thousand US dollars, it was really too expensive.
Not interested.
"One million?" Frank was startled and said, "It's just for fun, no need to bet so big, right? You...can you come up with one million dollars?"
Ye Zhuang said: "Don't worry about whether I can get it or not. Anyway, I won't default on my debt if I lose! Captain Gu and my friends can vouch for it! Mr. Frank, what about you?"
Frank's current total net worth is only one million U.S. dollars. Although he firmly believes that Ye Zhuang's flying knife cannot penetrate the wooden board fifty meters away, he is not afraid of ten thousand, but is afraid of the worst. If he loses, he will
But he became a pauper, so he laughed dryly and said: "It's better to bet smaller, so as not to hurt the harmony... How about one hundred thousand US dollars?"
"Okay!" Ye Zhuang nodded in agreement. He and Frank were betting against each other, mainly to show their own strength and to shock those who looked down on them. As for the size of the bet, it was just a gimmick.
With the flying knife in his hand, his whole aura changed. He glanced at the wooden board fifty meters away, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and the air around him seemed to have condensed. Standing next to him
Frank suddenly had difficulty breathing and felt like he was about to suffocate. He couldn't help but take two steps back. He looked at Ye Zhuang with eyes filled with horror.
"Mr. Frank, watch it!"
Following Ye Zhuang's soft shout, he swung his right arm forward gracefully across his chest, and the flying knife in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot towards the wooden board fifty meters away.
"Whoosh!"
The flying knife cut through the air and made a slight sonic boom sound. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at the wooden board erected on the tank.
Frank's eyes also widened, and he stared at the board. A few seconds passed, and he saw that the board was still standing there, with no flying knives on it. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward.
Taking a step forward, he patted Ye Zhuang on the shoulder and said: "Mr. Ye Zhuang, you lost, one hundred thousand US dollars, when this operation is over, it will be transferred to my account!"
"How do you conclude that I lost?" Ye Zhuang said with a smile.
Frank laughed and said: "We agreed that the throwing knife should be nailed to the wooden board, but where is your throwing knife? I don't know where it went!"
"Mr. Frank, don't rush to a conclusion. I think we should take a closer look..." Ye Zhuang said, walking towards the tank.
"This kid, you are so stubborn after losing..." Frank shook his head and followed.
Most of the members who participated in the "Sword of Justice" operation liked to watch the excitement, laughing and joking when they saw it, and even those who pushed me moved towards the direction of the tank.
Frank and Ye Zhuang walked side by side to the tank. When they were still a foot away from the tank, Ye Zhuang's eyes swept over the wooden board, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stood there with his arms folded and stopped moving, with a leisurely look.
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Frank glanced at him and saw that he didn't look depressed or disappointed at all. He felt strange and frowned, taking a few steps forward and focusing on the wooden board.
"God, how is this possible?"
Frank only glanced at the wooden board and stayed where he was, with his mouth wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.
The wooden board was originally intact, but now, a flat hole suddenly appeared in the center of the wooden board. Seeing this flat hole, Frank seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, and his expression was extremely shocked - the thing in Ye Zhuang's hand just now
The flying knife not only hit the board, but also passed through it.
A two-inch-thick wooden board was penetrated fifty meters away by a thin and compact flying knife, and it was penetrated in the very center of the wooden board. What is the concept of this?
In other words, if the flying knife shot by Ye Zhuang was aimed at a person's throat, then the person's throat must have been cut at this moment, and he would not be able to die again.
Ye Zhuang said that his flying knife can kill people, and it is indeed true!
Frank was very excited just now, thinking that he had easily won one hundred thousand US dollars, but now, the result of the matter was beyond his imagination. Instead of not getting one hundred thousand US dollars, he had to lose so much.
Of course, if Frank insists on refusing to pay, there are many reasons. He can confidently say, "I asked you to nail the throwing knife to the board, but I didn't ask you to penetrate it, so you still lose." But Frank is not that
For this kind of person, winning is a win and losing is a loss. Although one hundred thousand US dollars makes him feel a little distressed, he can still afford to lose!
"Where are the flying knives? Where are the flying knives?" Frank's throat was dry and his face was pale. He looked at the wooden board blankly and murmured with a bitter feeling in his heart.
"It should be behind the wooden board." Ye Zhuang's voice sounded from behind Frank.
Frank sighed, stretched out a hand, and took away the wooden board placed next to the tank turret. Then his pupils suddenly dilated and stayed there again.
The flying knife was indeed behind the wooden board, but behind the wooden board was the tank's turret. At this moment, the tip of the flying knife was embedded in the turret, and it was more than an inch deep.
The flying knife flew over a distance of fifty meters, penetrated the hard wooden board, and with its remaining strength, penetrated into the steel tank turret... If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Frank would never have believed it!
Other members participating in the "Sword of Justice" operation came to the tank and saw this scene.
"God, is this the flying knife in his hand just now?"
"It should be!"
"How did he make such a thin flying knife?"
"Could this flying knife be made of any special material?"
"I think it's possible that an ordinary knife can penetrate an inch deep into the turret? I'm afraid it will break when it hits the turret!"
Several members who participated in the "Sword of Justice" operation were talking in low voices. They looked at the flying knives on the tank turret and looked at Ye Han. They couldn't believe that this seemingly carefree Chinese boy could exert such miraculous power.
, they would rather believe that the flying knife was specially made of high-tech materials.
"One hundred thousand dollars, I'll tell you the account later, you can just transfer it directly to my account! Oh, I'll leave you with this flying knife as a souvenir!" Ye Zhuang smiled and patted Frank on the shoulder, walking quickly.
Return to Ye Han and others.
"Senior brother, you did a great job, you shocked those guys so much that their eyes nearly popped out!" Ge Tenghui laughed.
"You made a hundred thousand US dollars in the blink of an eye, and you made a small fortune! Remember to treat us later!" Huang Xiaorong chuckled.
"I didn't say anything, I'll definitely treat you!" Ye Zhuang walked up to Ye Han, scratched his head and said, "Boss, are you okay with my knife-throwing skills?"
Ye Han nodded and said: "Let's make peace! When your strength breaks through to the third level of spiritual energy, when this knife is fired, the entire hilt of the flying knife can be submerged into the turret!"
After Ye Zhuang and Ge Tenghui practiced hard, their current strength has entered the second level of spiritual energy. Among the "disciples" accepted by Ye Han, they are only weaker than Tang Xue, who has entered the third level of water spiritual energy, and are different from several others.
Compared with others, they are either on par or slightly better.
Ye Han was commenting on Ye Zhuang's strength here, while Frank and others over there were looking at the flying knife embedded in the tank turret, wondering what special qualities this flying knife was made of.
When they thought about it, the hardness of this flying knife must be stronger than steel. Otherwise, how could such a thin thing penetrate into the turret?
Finally, Frank held the handle of the knife and pulled out the flying knife with force. He wanted to test the hardness of the flying knife. He held the two ends of the flying knife with both hands and folded it hard. Hearing a "clang" sound, the knife flew.
I heard the sound cut into two parts.
"this……"
Everyone, including Frank, was stunned. They thought this flying knife was special, but they didn't expect it to be just an ordinary steel knife.
"well……"
Frank sighed, and then realized that many people, including himself, had underestimated this team from China. Ye Zhuang had such a powerful knife-throwing skill. In many cases, it was indeed more effective than guns. If
Several other Chinese team members are also as powerful as Ye Zhuang. As long as they bring enough "hidden weapons", guns will indeed be a burden to them. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!