The young man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally followed Zhang Yang. Obviously, he was thinking about whether he could beat more than twenty people like Zhang Yang, and finally came to the conclusion that he was not sure about even one Zhang Yang, let alone Zhang Yang.
Needless to say, more than twenty Zhang Yang, watching the game is the best choice.
Looking at the young man's thinking expression, Zhang Yang suddenly understood that this strong man of similar age to himself was not mentally retarded. He could judge his own decisions through his own thinking and come up with the optimal choice.
Undoubtedly, this kind of person is terrible!
It seems that becoming a strong man is not accidental, but inevitable.
In fact, Zhang Yang is not very clear about the growth of strong people. People who can become strong have extremely strong minds in all aspects. Even if they have some shortcomings, they can easily be made up for by talent, and they can adapt to society very quickly.
"Little Lizi!" Brother Ji, who had always been Shi Shiran, shouted, his face turned pale, while Zhang Yang, Liu Biao and Aze looked at E Ran. This name is too funny... "Brother Ji
, I'm sorry, you see, he is also watching the battle." The young man turned back and spread his hands, shrugged and said helplessly.
"..." Brother Ji was dumbfounded as he watched the young man sitting with Zhang Yang. Unexpectedly, his biggest secret weapon was that he just said a few words and then followed others. This was a consequence that he had never thought of.
"Are you Aji?" Brother Dao came out of the crowd holding a kitchen knife, his face flashed with murderous intent, and with the bloody wounds all over his body, he looked like a demon.
"yes!"
His originally disappointed expression soon regained his composure, and he took a step forward and said extremely calmly.
"I am Brother Dao!" Brother Dao's eyebrows are handsome and charming.
"Brother Dao, you and I are both people in the world. Since you have already come to my door, there is no point in talking. However, I have something to say." Brother Ji said slowly and unhurriedly.
"Say! I'll take it." Brother Dao laughed proudly.
"Brother Dao, I want to challenge you. However, Brother Dao is playing with knives and I am playing with guns. This is a bit contradictory..." Brother Ji looked gloomy and slowly took out a brand-new Type 92 pistol from his waist.
, the pistol spun in Brother Ji's hand and produced a gorgeous gun flower. Looking at the gun flower, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. No wonder Ji Ge was able to rise to the top. It seemed that he had reached a state of perfection by playing with the gun.
"Haha, it's not a contradiction. You use your gun and I use my knife. If I die by your gun, of course my knife brother is incompetent. If you die by my knife, this... you will die.
Die, you are not the first one to die under my knife, and you will definitely not be the last one!" Brother Dao raised his hand, and the kitchen knife held a piece of knife flower in his hand, and the pieces of knife light rotated into a barrier, like a trick.
The acrobatics were so ordinary that Zhang Yang and the young people around him looked in admiration. It can be said that there is no one who can use a kitchen knife to the extent of Brother Dao. Even a cook can only do this.
"Brother Dao!"
"Brother Dao!"
…
As soon as Brother Dao's voice fell, there was an uproar in the hall. All of Brother Dao's men were immediately dissatisfied. Now, Brother Dao had a complete upper hand and did not need to accept the opponent's challenge at all. It was simply unbelievable to challenge a pistol with a kitchen knife.
, something that is unheard of. There is no comparison between cold weapons and pistols. Whether it is lethality or attack power, they are not on the same level.
Not only Brother Dao's men, but also Zhang Yang, Aze and Liu Biao looked surprised. They didn't understand why Brother Dao would accept such an unreasonable challenge.
Brother Dao raised his hands and the hall became quiet.
"How many bullets do you have?" Brother Dao's sharp eyes fell on Brother Ji's face.
"This is a Type 92 pistol, fifteen bullets!"
"Okay, you have fifteen bullets, and I have fifteen kitchen knives!" Brother Dao waved his hand, and a man immediately ran out, obviously preparing a kitchen knife for Brother Dao.
"Okay, Brother Dao is indeed a generous person. You use the knife and I use the gun. I won't take advantage of you. My gun takes about ten seconds to assemble. I will dismantle the gun again..."
While talking, Brother Ji walked to a marble coffee table in the hall, bent down slightly, pressed the magazine buckle, pressed his hand lightly on the left side of the gun handle to release the magazine, then held the gun with his left hand and pulled the slide with his right hand...
…Then use the bottom of the magazine to hit the slide catch to push it out. Take out the slide catch, then push it flatly toward the muzzle to remove the slide. Take out the recoil spring and guide rod from the slide, and remove the slide.
Rotate the muzzle cap 90° and remove it... Finally, take out the transmitter assembly from the base... Soon, a Type 92 pistol has been broken down into parts, even the fifteen yellow bullets.
One by one, they are clearly placed on the coffee table, showing a radial shape, like an exquisite and unique pattern.
As smooth as flowing water!
Zhang Yang is also an expert in firearms. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he unconsciously grasped it tightly with his ten fingers, and he actually felt a desire to fight.
This is a firearms master.
At the same time, Zhang Yang was worried about Brother Dao. You must know that the more expert you are, the greater the danger for Brother Dao. After all, Brother Dao is facing guns, and he is a firearms master.
Zhang Yang was thinking, he couldn't understand Brother Dao's thoughts, and naturally, he couldn't stop Brother Dao.
However, Zhang Yang believes that Brother Dao must have his own intentions. Brother Dao is a person who thinks differently from ordinary people. Even Zhang Yang, who is proficient in psychology, has a hard time understanding Brother Dao's thoughts.
Brother Dao's eyes also jumped out with a trace of fire.
At this time, the gangster who started to run away led two gangsters, each holding several kitchen knives of various kinds, and hurriedly ran in. Looking at the kitchen knives of different sizes and shapes, it was obvious that at this time,
, it is not easy to get a few kitchen knives. Presumably these kitchen knives are also collected by gangsters at night market stalls.
When he saw these kitchen knives for the first time, Zhang Yang frowned. Kitchen knives with different weights and shapes were undoubtedly not suitable for fighting.
In fact, the more expert you are, the higher your requirements for weapons are. A well-handled weapon can better display your martial arts skills. This is why the masters in martial arts novels go crazy for some peerless magic weapons.
Of course, when martial arts reaches the highest level, weapons will become unimportant. Hands, feet, head, and even hair and teeth are all deadly weapons. Aze is developing in this direction.
"Okay! Okay! Since you have this idea of fairness, then we will play a game to make you convinced that you lose. Brothers, fifteen kitchen knives, fifteen bullets, two coffee tables, facing the wall
, Fifteen meters apart, since we are playing, let’s have fun. We will start attacking each other after counting to fifteen times at a distance of fifteen meters..."
"Okay!" Brother Ji said without hesitation or hesitation.
"No!"
Just when a few gangsters were about to lift the coffee table, Zhang Yang suddenly stood up.
Brother Dao and Brother Ji couldn't help but be stunned at the same time.
"Five bullets and five knives are enough, leave me ten bullets!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"You know how to play with a gun?"
Brother Ji's eyes lit up, and he emphasized the word "play". Anyone who knows guns knows that playing with guns and being able to shoot with guns are completely different things. Playing with guns is a state, a skill, and a
Enjoyment is an art, and shooting is basically killing for the sake of killing, just like primitive people hunting, definitely not for entertainment, but for food.
"Yes!" Zhang Yang replied simply.
"How's it going?" This time, Brother Ji was talking to Brother Dao.
"Okay, this is my Brother Dao's brother. Since my brother wants to keep ten bullets, then keep ten bullets. I won't kill you, hahaha...!" Brother Dao laughed with great pride.
"Let's start!" A trace of anger flashed across Ji Ge's face, and he felt very bad about being looked down upon.
"Okay, start counting. In fifteen seconds, we'll start!"
"one!"
Brother Dao shouted loudly, and touched the five knives on the coffee table with both hands at the same time. The five knives suddenly jumped into the air as if they were alive, beating non-stop, and a cold murderous intention spread in the flickering of the blades.
Zhang Yang's eyes were fixed on Brother Dao's hands.
Brother Knife was trying out the weight of five knives, and he only had fifteen seconds to adapt.
But at this time, Ji Ge swept away with one hand, and five bullets disappeared from the coffee table. He actually loaded the magazine first... "Two!"
"three!"
…
The time suddenly became longer, and everyone in the hall was full of tension. Every count sounded like a huge stone hitting the heart, making people feel extremely depressed.
"ten!"
"eleven!"
…
Brother Dao's hands kept jumping, and the five knives had become a mass of shadows. At this time, Brother Ji's eyes were always staring at Brother Dao's hands. He didn't even look at the spare parts on his coffee table.
Relying entirely on an intuition, the hands seemed to have a serious illusion and appeared to be very slow... "Fifteen!"
"Click!" With a sound, the magazine was loaded, and everyone's heart sank inexplicably. (To be continued, if you want to know the funeral, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)