As a veteran soldier who has been handling guns for decades, the colonel has always believed that the gun in his hand is the best partner. He feels that compared with pistols, throwing knives are like children's toys, regardless of their lethality.
There is no comparison at all in terms of accuracy or firepower sustainability.
"Colonel, I don't think so." Chen Mo shook his head and disagreed with the colonel's statement, "If used well, the power of a flying knife is no weaker than a pistol."
Seeing that Chen Mo was still not convinced, Colonel Phillips also became stubborn.
"Okay! In that case, let's give it a try!"
"Let's see who is stronger with your throwing knife or my pistol!"
Colonel Phillips, who considers himself a sharpshooter, plans to use facts to prove that what he said is right and completely dispel Chen Mo's unrealistic ideas.
Looking at the confident colonel, Chen Mo smiled proudly, "Since you are looking for abuse, I won't be polite."
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range.
Mixed target area.
The two stood at their respective target positions, with a steel target placed in front of each person at 30 meters, 50 meters, and 80 meters from near to far.
Agent Carter, who was temporarily hired as the referee, stood aside and looked helplessly at the two people who were competing.
The colonel holds the gun with both hands, stands with his feet apart, chest hunched, shoulders extended, arms stretched forward horizontally, eyes firmly locked on the bullseye through the crosshairs, a textbook-standard front-facing posture holding the gun with both hands.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, stood seemingly casually, with his fingers on the flying knife at his waist, ready to pull it out at any time.
"start!"
Following Agent Carter's order, Chen Mo quickly drew his knife, flicked his arm hard and shot at the target.
The flying knife drew a straight silver line and hit the bull's-eye.
"Chi la!"
There was a sound of tearing steel, and the three-millimeter-thick steel plate was torn apart instantly by the blade. Half of the blade went through, and the entire flying knife was firmly stuck on the steel plate.
At the same time, the gun in the colonel's hand also fired. Along with a burst of smoke from the muzzle, the bullet was shot out of the barrel, spinning towards the target at high speed.
With a "dang" sound, the bullet hit the bullseye and made a dent in the steel plate, but it failed to penetrate it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The two of them worked hard and soon completed five shots per target, a total of fifteen shots.
After completing the shooting, the two people stood there, quietly waiting for Carter's inspection results.
Carter first checked the results of the 30-meter target. On Chen Mo's target, five flying knives penetrated the steel plate and were neatly inserted into the bullseye.
Carter couldn't help but glance at Chen Mo who looked relaxed in the distance. She couldn't help but be frightened by the huge power exerted by the flying knife in Chen Mo's hands.
After regaining his composure, Carter announced loudly after checking the colonel's target.
"30-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"
"Colonel, 50 rings!"
The two of them were not surprised when they heard this. Although they were full of disdain, the colonel knew that since Chen Mo dared to challenge, he must have certain strength, so he was not surprised by Chen Mo's results. The key lies in the future.
Carter walked forward to the 50-meter target area. Driven by curiosity, Carter took a look at Chen Mo's target first.
The flying knives still penetrated the steel plate and all hit the bullseye. However, as the distance increased, the power decreased. The 25 cm long flying knife only penetrated about 10 cm, but it was powerful enough to easily penetrate the human body.
"50-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"
"Colonel, 50 rings!"
When Colonel Phillips heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he performed well today, otherwise he would have been embarrassed. Normally, at this distance, he would not be able to hit the full circle every time.
At the same time, the colonel couldn't help but glance at Chen Mo, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the flying knife shot by Chen Mo with his bare hands could accurately hit the bullseye at a distance of 50 meters. This kind of accuracy made him marvel, and at the same time, he was secretly surprised.
I am looking forward to the results of the 80-meter target, but I don’t know what the final result will be.
Carter also walked to the 80-meter target at this time. The five flying knives on the bullseye clearly told her Chen Mo's results. The six-centimeter-long blade exposed behind the back after piercing the steel plate also showed that the flying knives were at 80 meters.
It can still easily kill people at a distance!
The colonel's target only had five scattered shallow dents on it.
With admiration at Chen Mo's extraordinary knife-throwing skills, Carter turned around and shouted loudly.
"80-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"
"Colonel, ring 32!"
After hearing Chen Mo's results, the colonel could no longer remain calm.
"What?"
"How can it be?"
From a distance of 80 meters, the flying knife thrown with bare hands was able to hit all the targets. Colonel Phillips looked at Chen Mo as if he were looking at a monster.
"Colonel, I think you should come over and see for yourself." Carter had no intention of letting the colonel go just like that.
"What else is there to see? Why don't I admit defeat?" Being crushed by others in a way that he looked down upon in his best field, the colonel couldn't help but blush.
Seeing that Carter was standing next to the target without moving, looking at him seriously, the colonel had no choice but to walk over.
"Do you want me to see how badly you have lost?" the colonel laughed at himself as he walked.
But as the distance got closer, the colonel could see clearly the flying knife stuck on the target, and his expression couldn't help but change.
The colonel never expected that the flying knife in Chen Mo's hand would be so powerful. Not to mention a pistol, it was not much worse than a rifle.
The results of the competition were obvious. The colonel who was using a pistol was beaten by Chen Mo with a flying knife. The flying knife in Chen Mo's hand was much stronger than the M1911 in the colonel's hand in terms of power, range, accuracy and sustainability. Although the rate of fire of the throwing knife was higher than
The pistol is slightly lower, but every time the colonel changes the magazine, Chen Mo will instantly overtake him, and the only advantage is gone.
The 30-meter target, the 50-meter target, and the 80-meter target were all defeated. The colonel had to admit that the flying knife was no weaker than a gun in Chen Mo's hands.
In fact, this is normal. After training, ordinary people can use flying knives to cause damage to the human body within a distance of ten meters. However, with Chen Mo's strength and speed that are twice that of ordinary people, the lethality that bursts out is undoubtedly terrifying.
The colonel couldn't help but sigh, no matter how inconspicuous it is, in the hands of the powerful Chen Mo, it can exert unimaginable power.
But the stubborn colonel was still unwilling to fail. He glanced at the flying knife stuck on the target angrily and said unconvinced.
"Boy, I admit that I underestimated the flying knife in your hand before."
"But how much of this can you carry with you during battle?"
"Ten or twenty?"
"Real battles still rely on guns!"
After going around in a long circle, the colonel finally revealed his purpose.
"Boy, do you dare to compare pistols with me again?"
After the colonel finished speaking, he looked at Chen Mo provocatively.
Carter on the side covered his forehead speechlessly.
Chen Mo looked at the angry colonel in front of him and couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. He insists on asking for abuse, and you can't do it if you don't agree. What should you do? Of course you have to help him!
"I haven't practiced shooting for a long time." Chen Mo said slowly.
When the colonel heard this, he thought he was making excuses not to compete. Just as he was about to threaten him and force him to challenge, what Chen Mo said next almost pissed him off.