Check in from the bright sword

Wang Yan is just a light sideways.

The strong man's knife cut nothing.

Wang Yan took advantage of the opportunity to grab the right arm of the strong man holding the knife, then turned his back, bent his knees, put the right arm of the strong man on his shoulder, and then threw his hands suddenly.

A beautiful over-the-shoulder throw!

The strong man weighed at least two hundred kilograms and was immediately thrown into the air.

"Bang!" The strong man's back hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise.

After the violent impact, the strong man immediately collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

The security guard still maintained the posture of trying to step forward to pull Wang Yan away, but the man froze there with his mouth wide open, and all the passers-by watching were also froze in place.

It took at least ten seconds before there was warm applause from around.

Amidst the warm applause, there was even a girl's scream: "Little brother, you are so handsome."

Chapter 52

McLuhan made himself a cup of coffee, then took out a magazine and leaned back on the recliner.

Today is another cloudy day, which is as annoying as Zenda this ghost place.

But no matter how annoying he is, he can only stay in Zenda, because he is a lieutenant officer, and now it is wartime, he must fulfill the obligations of a soldier.

However, just after he lay down, a soldier came in and reported to him: "Old man, there is a Chinese looking for you outside."

"Chinese?" McLuhan frowned. "I've only been here for a few days, so I don't know anyone here."

"But he said he knew you." The American soldier said, "He also said that there is something very important, which concerns the lives of thousands of beauties."

An angry look immediately appeared on McLuhan's face.

Although McLuhan was an American, his character was more like a German, strict and rigid, so he didn't get along well with his colleagues, and was sent to Zenda's transportation station as a consultant.

Then McLuhan said, "Let him in, I'm going to kick his ass!"

Soon, American soldiers led a tall, thin and fair middle-aged man in.

This middleman is of course Chief Ayi, but he pretends to be Wang Yan's soul.

Seeing Wang Yan, McLuhan immediately knew his intention here, because although the clothes on Ayi's body were neater than those of other rout soldiers, he still looked like a rout soldier.

The most indispensable thing in Zenda is this kind of rout.

McLuhan's anger rested a little, and he said in English: "If you pretend that the purpose of knowing me is to meet me, then your purpose has been achieved, but if you still have other unrealistic fantasies, you'd better It’s better to give up, because I’m not a savior, I really can’t help you.”

McLuhan regarded Wang Yan as a broken soldier who came to him for help.

Since he came to Zenda, almost every day such broken soldiers came to beg.

In the eyes of the rout soldiers, American soldiers, especially American officials, are almost walking military supplies, and they can take out valuable supplies casually.

Wang Yan looked back at the broken soldiers who were begging at the gate of the transportation station, then shook his head and said, "I'm different from them, I didn't come to beg for supplies from you."

"Ah, yes, you are here to save thousands of beauties." McLuhan's eyes showed undisguised mockery, and he said, "Listen, buddy, you are a gangster on the streets of Manhattan. Playing the rest of the routine, even a three-year-old child can't be fooled."

Wang Yan said: "Never jump to conclusions without getting in touch with the truth of the matter."

Having said that, Wang Yan shook his finger and said contemptuously, "Otherwise you will be slapped in the face."

McLuhan was irritated by the contemptuous expression on Wang Yan's face. Never before had a broken soldier dared to speak to their beauties like this.

Don't talk about routs, even senior military officers dare not do this.

At that moment, McLuhan said angrily: "Really? You'd better pray that your so-called truth can make me feel valuable, otherwise I will definitely find the chief of your shelter and give you the most severe punishment."

Wang Yan stopped talking nonsense, took out a pre-drawn drawing from his pocket, and said: "This kind of shell is called a concave bottom shell, which is to extend the bottom of the ordinary shell and make it hollow. This kind of shell is more slender. , it is more stable when flying, so it can achieve the purpose of increasing the range, under normal circumstances, the range can be increased by 10."

"Whoa?" McLuhan frowned. "Extended range 10?"

"Yes, the range is increased by 10." Wang Yan said, "For example, the 101-type 105-caliber howitzer has a maximum range of 11 kilometers when using ordinary shells, but if you use concave bottom shells, the range can be increased to more than 12 kilometers."

"Really?" McLuhan frowned and said, "Even if your concave bullet really has the effect of increasing the range, it only increases the range by 10, and the effect seems to be extremely limited?"

After a pause, he added: "At least, this won't save thousands of beauties."

Wang Yan said: "No, you are wrong. This concave bomb technology can definitely save thousands of beauties."

After this pause, Wang Yan went on to say: "Of course, I have to tell you that the bottom concave bomb technology is only the most insignificant technology among the many technologies I have mastered."

"In addition to the bottom concave bullet, I also know another bullet technology that can extend the range by 30."

"In addition to ammunition technology, I also know a subversive anti-personnel mine, and an armor technology that can greatly increase the survival rate of tanks on the battlefield."

"These technologies can not only save thousands of beauties, but also save the United States a lot of weapons and equipment, materials, and funds!"

"Where?" McLuhan's face changed slightly, "Where are these technologies?"

Intuition told McLuhan that Wang Yan should not be lying, what he said should be true.

There is no doubt that these few technologies are very important to the United States, not to mention the importance of this damn war that is currently going on.

"Here." Wang Yan pointed to his head and said.

"You mean, these are all your own research results?" McLuhan once again showed doubts on his face.

Because Wang Yan was too young, so young and still a soldier, McLuhan felt that he was bragging and wanted to defraud him of supplies by making up stories.

"No, this is not my research result." Wang Yan shook his head and said, "It is the research result of a professor from Mizuki."

"Professor at Shuimu University?" McLuhan asked again, convinced, "Where is this professor now?"

"Dead, killed by Japanese artillery shells." Wang Yan replied without thinking, "Before he died, he gave me a few technologies he had studied all his life, and entrusted me to keep them, that's it."

"What you said is true?" McLuhan still had some disbelief.

"You can ask someone to verify it." Wang Yan said, "See if the concave bomb can increase the range by 10? Then we can talk about cooperation."

After finishing speaking, Wang Yan turned around and walked out of the gate. The purpose of coming here today has been fully achieved, and he did not have the extravagant hope of gaining McLuhan's trust.

However, McLuhan's reaction surprised Wang Yan.

"Wait." McLuhan stopped Wang Yan and asked, "What do you want?"

After a pause, McLuhan went on to explain: "I mean, what price do we need to pay in exchange for the technologies you mentioned?"