Chapter 18 Flying Knife VS Pistol

As an old soldier, after touching guns for decades, the colonel has always believed that the gun in his hand is the best partner. There is no comparison at all in terms of accuracy or firepower continuity.

"Colonel, I don't think so." Chen Mo shook his head and disagreed with the colonel's statement, "Use it well, the power of the flying knife is not weaker than that of the pistol."

Seeing that Chen Mo was still not convinced, Colonel Phillips' stubborn temper also came up.

"Okay! Since that's the case, let's have a try!"

"Let's see if your flying knife is stronger, or my pistol is stronger!"

Colonel Phillips, who considers himself a sharpshooter, intends to use facts to prove that what he said is right, and completely dispel Chen Mo's unrealistic thoughts.

Looking at the confident colonel, Chen Mo smiled proudly. Since you are looking for abuse yourself, then I'm welcome.

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range.

Mixed targets.

The two stood at their respective target positions, and in front of each person from near to far, placed a steel target at 30 meters, 50 meters, and 80 meters.

Agent Carter, who was temporarily recruited to be the referee, stood aside helplessly and looked at the two men who were more aggressive.

The colonel held the gun in both hands, stood with his feet apart, his chest slumped, his arms stretched out horizontally, his eyes fixed on the bull's-eye through the front sight, and he was in a standard textbook-like posture with his hands on the gun.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, seemed to stand casually, with his fingers attached to the flying knife around his waist, ready to pull it out at any time.

"start!"

Following Agent Carter's order, Chen Mo quickly drew his knife and threw his arm to the target.

The flying knife crossed a straight silver line and hit the bullseye.

"Hey!"

There was a sound of steel tearing, and the three-millimeter-thick steel plate was torn apart instantly by the blade, half of the blade passed 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 rang, and along with a burst of gunpowder smoke, the bullet was shot from the barrel of the gun, spinning at a high speed towards the target.

With a sound of "dang", the bullet hit the bull's-eye, making a depression in the steel plate, but it failed to penetrate it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

The two kept their hands and quickly completed five shots per target, a total of fifteen shots.

The two who finished shooting 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 glanced at Chen Mo with a relaxed face in the distance. She couldn't help but be startled by the great power of the flying knife in Chen Mo's hands.

Packing up his mood, Carter announced loudly after checking the colonel's target.

"30-meter target!"

"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"

"Colonel, 50 rings!"

The two had no surprises when they heard the words. Although they were full of disdain, the colonel knew that since Chen Mo dared to fight, he must have certain strength, so he was not surprised by Chen Mo's achievements.

Carter went forward to the 50-meter target area. Driven by curiosity, Carter still looked at Chen Mo's target first.

The flying knife still penetrated the steel plate and all hit the bullseye, but as the distance increased, the power decreased. The 25 cm long flying knife only shot into about 10 cm, but this power was enough to easily penetrate the human body.

"50-meter target!"

"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"

"Colonel, 50 rings!"

Hearing this, Colonel Phillips breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he played well today, otherwise he would be embarrassed. Usually, at this distance, he would not be able to complete the ring every time.

At the same time, the colonel couldn't help but glance at Chen Mo. He couldn't help being secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the flying knife shot by Chen Mo with his bare hands could hit the bullseye accurately at a distance of 50 meters.

This kind of precision made him have to be amazed, and at the same time, he secretly looked forward to the 80-meter target, and he didn't know what the final result would 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 achievements. The six-centimeter-long blade exposed by the piercing steel plate also showed that the flying knives could reach 80 meters. It can still easily kill people from a distance!

The colonel's target, on the other hand, had only five scattered shallow dents.

With awe at Chen Mo's extraordinary flying knife technique, Carter turned around and shouted.

"80-meter target!"

"Chen Mo, 50 rings!"

"Colonel, 32 rings!"

Hearing Chen Mo's results, the colonel could no longer remain calm.

"what?"

"how is this possible?"

At a distance of 80 meters, the throwing knives thrown with his bare hands were able to hit all of them. Colonel Phillips looked at Chen Mo with a look of monsters.

"Colonel, I think you should come and see for yourself." Carter didn't intend to let the colonel go.

"What else is there to see, can't I just admit defeat?" In his best field, being crushed in a way he despised, the colonel couldn't help blushing.

Seeing that Carter was standing beside the target and didn't move, looking at himself seriously, the colonel had no choice but to walk over.

"Do you want me to see how badly I lost?" the colonel laughed at himself as he walked.

But as the distance got closer, the colonel could also see the flying knife stuck on the target, and his expression couldn't help changing.

The colonel never thought that the flying knife in Chen Mo's hand would have such great power, let alone a pistol, it was not much worse than a rifle.

The result of the test is obvious. The colonel who used the pistol was tortured by Chen Mo with the 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. The pistol should be slightly lower, but whenever 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 completely defeated. The colonel had to admit that the power of the flying knife in Chen Mo's hands was no weaker than that of the gun.

In fact, this is normal. Ordinary people can use flying knives to kill the human body at a distance of ten meters after training. With Chen Moyuan's strength and speed that are many times more than normal, the lethality that erupts is undoubtedly terrifying.

The colonel couldn't help but sigh, no matter how inconspicuous things are, in the hands of Chen Mo, who has great power, they can exert unimaginable power.

But the stubborn colonel was still unwilling to fail, glanced angrily at the flying knife stuck on the target, and said unconvinced.

"Boy, I admit that I underestimated the flying knife in your hand before."

"But how much of this stuff can you take with you when fighting?"

"Ten or twenty?"

"The real battle still relies on guns!"

After a long circle, the colonel finally stated his purpose.

"Boy, do you dare to compare pistols with me again?"

After the colonel finished speaking, he looked at Chen Mo provocatively.

Carter silently covered his forehead.

Chen Mo looked at the angry colonel in front of him, and couldn't help feeling amused. Of course it's perfect for him!

"I haven't practiced guns for long." Chen Mo said slowly.

When the colonel heard the words, he thought he was making excuses and didn't want to compare. He was about to make a run on his words to force him to fight, but what Chen Mo said immediately almost made him angry.

"But marksmanship should be unmatched."