Kylin Saber, Stabbed into a Soviet Tank Steel Plate!
The sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight shone on the winding road in the forest. A jeep rumbled up.
Along the way, there were all kinds of drifting. It was obvious that the driver in the jeep was an experienced driver who was extremely familiar with this road.
The driver was Manager Song. He had been meeting his old comrades outside for the past two days to get to know them better before returning to the 107 Cold Weapon Development Factory. After all, he still had the title of the Manager of the 107 Factory. It would be inappropriate for him to leave for too long.
Manager Song had made outstanding military achievements when he was young. According to the normal advancement route, even if he was already in his fifties, it was impossible for him to guard a dilapidated factory.
However, he had violated the rules during a mission and was punished. He was almost expelled from the army, but Chen Ming had saved him.
After a few twists and turns, he came to this abandoned 107 factory as the factory manager. No one gossiped anymore.
Factory 107 was extremely quiet and peaceful. He slowly adapted to this place and was very satisfied with his current life.
Having just met his comrades, he was in an even better mood. He hummed a tune as he drove.
The jeep returned to Cold Weapon Factory 107 at an extremely fast speed.
The door of the factory was not closed. He drove the car in and carried the ingredients he bought from the foot of the mountain toward the main factory. Because there was a tinkling sound coming from inside, it was obvious that Qin Jia was inside.
What are you fiddling with?
Factory Manager Song muttered to himself in puzzlement,"What is this kid doing? Does he know how to use the equipment in the factory?"
He muttered in his heart. He couldn't figure out what Qin Jia was doing in the main factory. After all, the equipment was professional. It was impossible for an untrained conscript to use it!
Even if he read the manual, he would have to read it for a long time. Soon, the equipment was old and the manual was missing. It was incomplete.
It had only been a few days, and the equipment in the main factory was already running?!
With curiosity, he took the ingredients he had bought and strode toward the main factory.
Because he was carrying things in his left and right hands, he used his elbow to knock open the door of the main factory.
Then, he shouted,"Brat! I'm back!"
At this moment, the clanging sounds in the factory had stopped, and it was a little quiet. He turned around and saw Qin Jia standing beside the equipment in the east.
He held a black dagger in his hand and shot it at a piece of wood.
Manager Song's gaze unconsciously followed the trajectory of the dagger!
The pitch-black dagger pierced through the 50-centimeter-thick wood and continued to charge forward with a sharp whistling sound!
From Manager Song's point of view, the wood was in his side view, so he clearly saw the process of the dagger penetrating 50 centimeters thick. His eyes almost popped out!
The momentum of the dagger didn't decrease, and it continued to charge forward!
Then, there was another crisp ding!
The pitch-black dagger had actually stabbed into the steel plate of a Soviet tank!
This tank was quite old, and it was produced before the collapse of the Soviet Union.
The tanks of that era used a lot of materials, and the steel plates were extremely hard and thick.
The toughness of the Soviet tank was famous in the entire military world. Although this tank had been scrapped for many years and was idle in this factory, the thickness and hardness of the steel plate of the tank would not change, let alone be penetrated by a dagger!
Was there a ghost in broad daylight?
Manager Song watched as the black dagger stabbed into the steel plate of the Soviet tank, only revealing a small part of the handle!
How was this possible?
He suspected that he drank too much at Chief Chen Ming's place last night and was still dreaming!
On the other side, after Qin Jia threw out the Qilin military saber, he heard Manager Song's shout. He could not help but look in the direction of the factory door.
At the entrance of the huge factory, Manager Song had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right. The golden sunlight shone in from outside, casting a long shadow.
Manager Song was not wearing a military uniform. Instead, he wore a suit that did not fit him well. He did not know how long it had been bought, but it looked a little old.
In addition, he had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand. He looked like an honest old man from the countryside.
"Manager, you're finally back!" Qin Jia shouted in surprise.”
At this moment, he did not know what had happened. He only knew that the Qilin Saber had pierced through a 50-centimeter thick piece of wood. Although it was a little ridiculous, it was still acceptable. After all, it was only a piece of wood.
The military saber produced by the system should be sharper.
However, the wood blocked his vision. He did not know that the Qilin Saber had actually penetrated the tank's steel plate!
Manager Song did not even look at Qin Jia. His gaze was fixed on the Qilin military knife that was inserted into the tank's steel plate. The blade was like poking tofu as it easily inserted into the steel plate. The handle was the head of the Qilin, as if it was shouting at the entire world!
Manager Song felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was petrified on the spot, and his mind was in a mess.
After a long while, he swallowed with great difficulty and turned to look at the calm Qin Jia. His voice trembled as he said,"Brat, what have you been doing these past two days?!”
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