Chapter 141: Secrets Of The Box (Part 1) (2/2)

But after a nuhed bitterly and raised his head ”What name exists that would only require five strokes to be written?”

As he said this, he realized what the issue was He took two drags of the pipe, looked at the box in front of hi trouble But the question is, did you really teach Wu Zhu the five-stroke method?” [1]

”Five strokes” did not refer to the strokes of a brush, but to the five-stroke computer input method

”kfhlcanhd” Fan Xian typed in the first namei There was no response With disbelief, he typed in his own name in five-stroke: ”aibusi”

There was still no response froiven to hi that didn't look quite like a smile on his face, he looked at Wu Zhu in the corner of the roo was odd, and cocked his head ”What are you doing?”

Fan Xian did not respond, and instead typed Wu Zhu's nah”

The box whirred, and then turned on Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu again and laughed ”Uncle, I suspect that you and my mother had some inappropriate secrets”

Fan Xian had taken the box froht, so he was not worried that it was hiding a hydrogen bomb But after he had seen the box's contents clearly, until he had finally left the rooht, he still could not stop hi whether his mother really had any creativity to her at all

The box was divided into three layers Because it was limited by its shape, the objects that one could put into every layer had to be long and narrow The first layer was divided into three sections of metal tools In one section, they were tubular In another they seerasp Fan Xian frowned as he looked at these h he had also coure out what they were until he placed a finger inside one of the tubular ones

He lifted it up in front of his eyes to take a proper look, and found that it had so written on it: ”M82A1”

”Holy crap” Fan Xian's fingers tree military nut in his previous life, he knehat those letters represented

It was a sniper rifle The world's best sniper rifle If coupled with arh a thick wall from a kiloht hand He couldn't stop his hand fro He understood deeply what it meant to have a sniper rifle in his hand in a world that still used swords and arrows

Itay, he could kill anyone he wanted, and not have to worry about being discovered

Itarrows of that coyi diplomatic mission who seemed to have it out for him - if he so wished, he could kill his opponents many tiainst the granded the three sections of the sniper rifle on the table Having put his pipe to one side, he supported himself on the table with his hands and took a few deep breaths to calm himself It seemed that he had all the necessary requirements to become some sort of demon

Of course, the prerequisite was that he needed to have bullets

Fan Xian looked dumbstruck at the second layer Aside fro else Not even a handful of bullets, like he had been expecting

With no bullets, the sniper rifle was about as strong as an iron poker

[1] The ”wubi”, or ”five-stroke”,Chinese characters on a keyboard