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The young man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally followed Zhang Yang, obviously, he was calculating whether he had beaten more than 20 characters like Zhang Yang, and finally came to a conclusion that he was not sure about Zhang Yang, let alone more than 20 Zhang Yang, and watching the battle was the best choice. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the young man's thinking expression, Zhang Yang suddenly understood that this strong man of his age was not mentally retarded, and he could judge his own decision through his own thinking and come up with the best choice.

Undoubtedly, such people are terrible!

It seems that becoming a strong man is not an accident, but an inevitability.

In fact, Zhang Yang is not very clear about the growth of the strong, people who can become strong are extremely strong in all aspects, even if there are some shortcomings, they are easy to be made up for by talent, and the ability to adapt to society is very fast.

"Little Plum!" Brother Ji, who had always been Shi Shiran, shouted, his face turned pale, and Zhang Yang and Liu Biao and Aze looked at each other, this name was too spoofed...... "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, you see, he is also watching the battle." The young man turned around and spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

"......" Brother Ji watched dumbfounded as the young man sat with Zhang Yang, unexpectedly, his biggest secret weapon was just a few words and followed others, which was a consequence he never thought of.

"You're Aki?" Brother Dao came out of the crowd with a kitchen knife, his face flashed with murderous intent, and the bloody wound was like a demon god.

"Yes!"

The look of disappointment immediately regained his composure, and he also took a step forward, and said with great calm.

"I'm Brother Dao!" Brother Dao's eyebrows are heroic.

"Brother Dao, you and I are both people on the rivers and lakes, since you have killed my door, it is useless to say more, but I have something to say." Brother Ji said slowly and unhurriedly.

"Say! I'll take it. Brother Dao laughed arrogantly.

"Brother Dao, I want to challenge you, however, Brother Dao is playing with knives, I am playing with guns, this is a bit contradictory......" Brother Ji looked gloomy, and slowly took out a bright 92-style pistol from his waist, the pistol rotated out of a gorgeous gun flower in Brother Ji's hand, looking at this gun flower, Zhang Yang's heart jumped, no wonder this Brother Ji was able to take the position, it seems that it is completely by virtue of playing the gun to the realm of supernatural realm.

"Haha, no contradiction, you use your gun, I use my knife, if I die under your gun, naturally my knife brother has no ability, if you die under my knife, this ...... Dead is dead, you are not the first to die under my sword, and you are definitely not the last! As soon as Brother Dao's hand was raised, the kitchen knife picked up a knife flower in his hand, and the pieces of knife light rotated into a barrier, just like playing acrobatics.

"Brother Dao!"

"Brother Dao!"

……

As soon as Brother Dao's voice fell, there was an uproar in the hall, and Brother Dao's subordinates were suddenly dissatisfied, now, Brother Dao has occupied a complete upper hand, and there is no need to accept the other party's challenge at all, and using a kitchen knife to challenge a pistol is simply unbelievable, unheard of, cold weapons and pistols are not comparable at all, whether it is lethality or attack power, they are not at the same level.

Not only Brother Dao's subordinates, but also Zhang Yang Aze and Liu Biao were all surprised, and they didn't understand why Brother Dao would accept such an unreasonable challenge.

Brother Dao raised his hands, and the hall was quiet.

"How many bullets do you have?" Brother Dao's sharp gaze fell on Brother Ji's face.

"This is a Type 92 pistol, fifteen!"

"Okay, you have fifteen bullets, and I have fifteen kitchen knives!" Brother Dao waved his hand, and a man immediately ran out, obviously, he was preparing a kitchen knife for Brother Dao.

"Okay, Brother Dao is really a bold person, you use a knife, I use a gun, I don't take advantage of you, my gun, it takes about ten seconds to assemble, I will disassemble the gun again......"

As he spoke, Ji Ge walked to a marble coffee table in the hall, bent down slightly, held down the clip buckle, and gently pressed his hand on the left side of the gun grip to release the magazine, then held the gun with his left hand and pulled the sleeve with his right hand...... Then use the bottom of the magazine to hit the sleeve clip flat and eject it. Remove the sleeve clip and push it flat toward the muzzle. Take out the re-entry spring and guide rod from the sleeve, turn the muzzle cap 90°, and remove the ...... Finally, the transmitter assembly is removed from the bottom handle...... Soon, a Type 92 pistol had been broken down into parts, and even the fifteen yellow bullets were clearly placed on the coffee table one by one, showing a radial shape, like a delicate and unique pattern.

Smooth as flowing water!

Zhang Yang is also an expert in firearms, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his ten fingers unconsciously clenched tightly, and there was actually a trace of fighting **.

This is a master of firearms.

At the same time, Zhang Yang was worried about Brother Dao, you must know that the more master he is, the greater the danger of Brother Dao, after all, Brother Dao is facing a gun, and moreover, he is a firearms master.

Zhang Yang thought, he couldn't understand Brother Dao's thoughts, naturally, he couldn't stop Brother Dao.

However, Zhang Yang believes that Brother Dao must have what he means, Brother Dao is a man, and his thoughts are different from ordinary people's, even Zhang Yang, who is proficient in psychology, is difficult to figure out Brother Dao's thoughts.

A trace of flame also jumped out of Brother Dao's eyes.

At this time, the gangsters who began to run away hurriedly ran in with two gangsters holding a few kitchen knives of all kinds in their hands, looking at those kitchen knives of different sizes and shapes, obviously, at this time, it is not easy to get a few kitchen knives, presumably these kitchen knives are also collected by the gangsters at the night market stalls.

When he saw these kitchen knives for the first time, Zhang Yang's brows furrowed, kitchen knives with different weights and shapes were undoubtedly not suitable for combat.

In fact, the more masters they are, the higher the requirements for weapons, and a competent weapon is more able to exert their martial arts, which is also the reason why the masters in those martial arts novels are crazy for some peerless gods.

Of course, when martial arts reach the highest level, weapons will become unimportant again, hands, feet, heads, and even hair and teeth are deadly weapons, and Aze is developing in this direction.

"Good! Good! Since you have this idea of fairness, then, let's play a game that will convince you to lose, brothers, fifteen kitchen knives, fifteen bullets, two coffee tables, facing the wall, fifteen meters apart, since you play, let's have fun, we will start attacking each other after counting to fifteen at a distance of fifteen meters......"

"Good!" Brother Ji said without hesitation.

"No!"

Just as a few thugs 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, five knives are enough, leave me ten bullets!" Zhang Yang said lightly.

"You can play with guns?"

Brother Ji's eyes lit up, and the word "play" accentuated the sound, anyone who knows guns knows that playing with guns and shooting with guns are completely different things, playing with guns is a realm, a skill, a kind of enjoyment, and a kind of art, and shooting, killing people for the sake of killing, just like primitive people hunting, definitely not for entertainment, but for food.

"Yes!" Zhang Yang's answer was very succinct.

"How?" This time, Brother Ji was talking to Brother Dao.

"Okay, this is my brother Dao, since my brother wants to keep ten bullets, then keep ten, I won't want your life, hahaha......!" Brother Dao laughed and was full of pride.

"Let's get started!" A trace of anger flashed on Brother Ji's face, and it felt very bad to be despised by others.

"Okay, let's start counting, fifteen seconds later, let's start!"

"One!"

Brother Dao screamed, and his hands touched the five knives on the coffee table at the same time, and the five knives suddenly jumped up in the air as if they were alive, constantly beating, and a cold killing machine spread in the flickering blade.

Zhang Yang's eyes were firmly fixed on Brother Dao's hands.

Brother Dao was testing the weight of five knives, and he only had fifteen seconds to get used to it.

And at this time, Ji Ge swept with one hand, and the five bullets on the coffee table disappeared, and he actually put bullets on the magazine first...... "Two!" ”

"Three!"

……

Time suddenly became long, everyone in the hall was full of tension, and every count was like a thousand pounds of boulder smashed on the heart, which made people feel extremely depressed.

"Ten!"

"Eleven!"

……

Brother Dao's hands kept jumping, and the five knives had become a cloud of phantoms, and at this time, Brother Ji's eyes were always staring at Brother Dao's hands, he didn't look at the spare parts on his coffee table at all, it was completely based on a kind of intuition, and a pair of hands seemed to have a serious illusion, and it seemed very slow...... "Fifteen!" ”

"Click!" With a bang, the magazine was loaded, and everyone's heart sank inexplicably. (To be continued)

(To be continued)