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Chapter 251 Could This Be Bought Wholesale?

It was four o’clock in the afternoon. The cloudy sky was darkening gradually. All of a sudden, the strong gusts of wind stilled, and it felt as if it was about to begin raining.

A bright yellow XCMG wheel loader roared past, splashing up the muddy water from a pothole. This sort of large wheel loader was usually used in mines to cart stones, or even utilized as a bulldozer, since it could easily demolish a house due to its huge amount of horsepower.

Only this one driver had been sent out this day. Rather than sending out a hundred people, just this one loader, with its beast-like level of expertise, was more than sufficient.

"XCMG, the perfect companion to your success!" The bald youth in the cab of the loader excitedly rubbed his bald head while he was driving the loader. He entered into the dock area, trespassing as if nobody was watching.

It was simply thrilling to him to wreak havoc with this huge rig. To him, it was an unadulterated combination of steel and strength. In particular, the bamboo-like power that one felt when ramming the backhoe against the walls was especially thrilling.

When the loader had charged to the front of the dock, Baldy honked several times. He was trying to see if he could intimidate any of the thieves, then force them to run.

With a creak, the closed metal doors were pushed to the side, and a tall thief with a lean appearance came rushing out. The thief was wearing a placid smile and standing in a nonchalant manner.

Despite having an air of nonchalance, his gaze was sharp as a knife, brimming with confidence and disdain. As such, Baldy could not bring himself to meet his piercingly sharp gaze.

Beep beep!

Baldy honked twice, aggressively. He was here to demolish the place, not to murder anyone. In order to do that, he had to chase away this thief first!

It was as if the thief was deaf. He did not respond to the ear-piercing honks at all, but merely stood there, his nonchalant expression unchanging.

"Hey, are you the fellow they call Wang Bing?" Grumbling, Baldy wound down his window and shouted across the iron railings, "Get out of my way, unless you want me to use this backhoe to mow you down."

"Oh this guy’s got guts. You want to mow me down?" Wang Bing scratched an itch in his ear, then took a few purposeful steps to stop right in front of the loader. "Come on, let’s see if your guts are as strong as this loader."

"You’re looking for death!" Baldy went crazy when he heard this challenge.

Alright, I’ll show him that I’m no coward!

Baldy’s right hand immediately pulled up the joystick, prepared to use the backhoe to flatten him like a piece of paper. In the five seconds it took for him to grab hold of the joystick and for the backhoe of the loader to ascend quickly, Wang Bing had climbed up to the threshold of the cab with a single whoosh. He was now quietly watching him with a small smile.

Baldy was stunned for a moment, then roared in laughter. The very reason the rebars were welded on the outside of the loader was precisely to prevent situations such as these, where a man of exceptional agility might try to drag the driver out to beat him up.

Hence, the car door was locked from the inside, unless the thief could use brute strength to tear off the rebars...

"Hold tight, I want to see which is thicker, your skin or the dock!" Baldy let out a firecracker-like maniacal laugh, then released the clutch while stepping on the accelerator.

He was preparing to change gears to ram the dock. But, before his right hand could even touch the gearbox, his loader stalled.

"Idiot! Why don’t you just continue driving! I want to see which is thicker, your head or a copper-jacketed bullet!" Wang Bing used his finger to lightly release the safety catch of his Beretta M9. With a click, the bolt was ready to fire.

While the rebars were bulletproof, they were set in a criss-crossing pattern, with gaps huge enough to fit a fist inside them. Thus, one certainly could not rely on glass alone, which could be shattered with a single punch, to stop a bullet.

Baldy had some experience handling guns. The company that he worked for owned some guns, which were made in a workshop in the Guizhou Province Songtao County. However, he still never used the guns much. The government’s persecution of illegal gun use was very strict, so he always tried to only use guns when it was absolutely necessary.

He had made all sorts of preparations, but he had never once expected that the guy would pull a gun on him. With his knowledge of guns, he could easily tell that this gun was the real deal. Even the click that he had heard just now was the sound that could only be made when the gun was loaded. Thus, it was obviously not a gun with an empty barrel.

He shook, while he was retracting his hand. He then said mournfully, "Big brother, please let me go. I’ll leave right away."

"No. Since you’re already here, how can you leave so soon?" Wang Bing nonchalantly whistled, while gesturing with his gun. "Go ahead and drive your loader into the dock."

"Ah, okay... okay!" Baldy was as docile as a kitten now.

Once the loader was gradually driven into the dock, Wang Bing flicked a coin with his left finger, hitting the red switch that controlled the main gate.

"Get out of the car!"

"Ah okay, okay!" Baldy rolled down the car window, then squatted down automatically.

"Stand in front of that pillar!" Wang Bing took out a bundle of rope and chased him to the pillar, as if he was herding cattle.

Whether it was because Wang Bing was overly confident in his skills or he simply did not think Baldy would fight back, he just left his unloaded Beretta M9 tucked into the waistband at the back of his pants while he was cornering the thief.

"Heh, heh, heh," Baldy still had an obsequious expression, but a calculating gleam shone in his eye.

Using his clothes as a barrier, he used his left hand to sneakily take out a black box the size of a name card from his back pocket, holding it in his hand. The black box had two metal receptors at the top, and a red button on the side, with a lightning sign engraved on it.

"Head high, chest out!" Wang Bing started tying him to the pillar with nylon rope.

Crackle!

The top of the black box in Baldy’s left hand suddenly erupted into a white arc of light, which he quickly thrust into Wang Bing’s stomach. That’s right, he was holding a taser, which would cause a person to collapse senseless onto the floor for a few seconds the minute it came into contact with his upper body.

"Ouch!"

Baldy cradled his palm and wailed, because Wang Bing had grabbed and twisted his wrist.

"Aren’t you embarrassed, taking out that plaything of high school students?" Wang Bing toyed with the plastic taser. "Have you ever played with an electric taser? The kind that could set a newspaper on fire, and could cause a human’s nerve and muscle activity to be immediately paralyzed? Your little toy would only cause extreme pain and numbness to the body."

Once Wang Bing had secured him to the pillar, he poked Baldy with the taser. He then turned on the switch! The funny thing was, the crackling sound of the taser’s electric arc vanished immediately after making contact with human skin. It then became utterly silent.

"Ow!" Baldy gave out a loud wail, then started struggling violently.

"So? Your toy isn’t that impressive after all!"

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull like a beached carp. It was several seconds before he managed to open his eyes with much difficulty. He was vexed and fuming, but dared not say anything.

A thought suddenly struck Wang Bing. "Do you remember how we used to play with tasers?"

"I... I don’t know..." Baldy’s forehead was wet with cold sweat.

"Let me show you. It’s really fun!" Wang Bing smiled placidly. "To start off, prepare some sewing needles, then stick the needles in randomly. Next, use the taser to electrify the needles, and the needles will then fly out of the flesh. Then, you’ll see strings of red shooting out from the hole that was poked by the needle. But don’t worry, that’s just blood! However, if the needle is poked into the belly button or the soles of the feet, then the effect would be that much more incredible!"

"Brother, I’m begging you. I’m just a lackey that was hired to do the dirty work. I didn’t want to do this. I’d actually started despising Chang Le long ago..."

Seeing the iron nails that had just been brought out by Wang Bing from god knows where, Baldy’s eyeballs became bigger than balloons.

Hiss.

Watching the arrow, which was shot out by Chen Fan, Argyll’s eyeballs became bigger than balloons.

Sniggering, Chen Fan walked towards the big tree, which was a hundred meters away, and pointed towards the arrow. He could clearly see that the arrow had a third of its hilt buried in the bark.

He then said, "Apart from its slow shooting speed, the killing power and precision of the bow is not inferior to a handgun. Also, this type is called a chace moon crossbow, and it has an effective firing range of up to 150 or 160 meters. Thus, in a large scale battle, killing a person from 300 meters away would not be a problem."

"Awesome..." Argyll stared hungrily at the crossbow in Chen Fan’s hands, then stuttered several unintelligible Chinese words.

After a few days of cramming, Argyll could just barely express himself in very basic Chinese, while that white python, which was called Snow Queen, was slightly dumber than Argyll. She could only catch the gist of Chen Fan’s words, and could not express herself at all yet.

This killing range of 300 meters could only be achieved with a great horn composite crossbow. But, that sort of bow was extremely unwieldy, taking three people to lift it, as well as requiring a lot of effort just to load the bow. Also, its aim was surprisingly so bad, it missed its mark almost every time!

Whereas, this so-called chace moon medium-sized crossbow, which was made of unknown materials, could be loaded quickly by stepping on the pedal in front. Moreover, the time between loading and firing the bow was not much slower than a bow-and-arrow, yet it covered five times the shooting range!

If there were ten thousand soldiers, all of whom were equipped with this type of bow, they could easily shoot and kill 40,000 people. Moreover, the archers, who were defending the city from its walls, could even shoot down a hundred thousand people!

Most importantly, this exceptionally convenient crossbow could be bought wholesale, so the only thing left to do was to ask its final price!

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