As an old soldier who had handled guns for decades, the colonel firmly believed that the gun in his hand was his best companion. Compared to a handgun, he thought throwing knives were like children's toys, lacking in lethality, accuracy, and sustained firepower.
"Colonel, I don't think so," Chen Mo shook his head, disagreeing with the colonel's view. "When used well, the power of throwing knives is not weaker than that of a handgun."
Seeing that Chen Mo was still unconvinced, Colonel Phillips' stubbornness flared up.
"Alright! In that case, let's have a competition!"
"Let's see if your throwing knives are more powerful or if my handgun is stronger!"
Colonel Phillips, confident in his marksmanship, intended to use facts to prove that he was right and to completely dispel Chen Mo's unrealistic ideas.
Seeing the confident colonel, Chen Mo smiled proudly. Since you asked for it, I won't hold back.
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Shooting range.
Mixed target area.
The two stood at their respective positions, each with steel targets placed at 30 meters, 50 meters, and 80 meters in front of them.
Agent Carter, who had been temporarily called to act as a referee, stood to the side, looking somewhat helplessly at the two men who were determined to compete.
The colonel stood with both hands holding the gun, feet apart, chest slightly forward, arms extended horizontally, eyes locked on the target through the sight—a textbook example of a two-handed shooting stance.
Chen Mo, on the other hand, stood seemingly casually, with his fingers on the throwing knives at his waist, ready to draw at any moment.
"Begin!"
At Agent Carter's command, Chen Mo quickly drew a knife and, with a powerful flick of his arm, threw it at the target.
The knife traced a straight silver line and hit the bullseye.
"Slash!"
A sound of tearing steel rang out as the three-millimeter-thick steel plate was instantly torn open by the blade, with half the knife embedded in it.
At the same time, the colonel's gun fired, and with a puff of smoke from the muzzle, the bullet shot out, spinning rapidly towards the target.
With a "clang," the bullet hit the bullseye, creating a dent in the steel plate but failing to penetrate it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!.."
The two continued firing, quickly completing five shots at each target, totaling fifteen shots.
Standing in place after finishing their shots, they waited quietly for Agent Carter's results.
Carter first checked the results at the 30-meter target. On Chen Mo's target, five throwing knives had pierced through the steel plate, neatly embedded in the bullseye.
Carter couldn't help but glance at the relaxed Chen Mo in the distance. The immense power of the throwing knives in Chen Mo's hands left her astonished.
After composing herself, Carter checked the colonel's target and announced loudly.
"30-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 points!"
"Colonel, 50 points!"
Neither of them was surprised by the results. Although the colonel was full of disdain, he knew that Chen Mo must have some skill to dare to compete, so he wasn't shocked by Chen Mo's score. The key was the next targets.
Carter moved to the 50-meter target area. Driven by curiosity, she first checked Chen Mo's target.
The throwing knives had still pierced through the steel plate, all hitting the bullseye. However, with the increased distance, the power had decreased. The 25-centimeter-long knives had only penetrated about 10 centimeters, but that was still enough to easily pierce a human body.
"50-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 points!"
"Colonel, 50 points!"
Colonel Phillips breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he performed well today; otherwise, it would have been embarrassing. Normally, he didn't always score perfectly at this distance.
At the same time, the colonel couldn't help but glance at Chen Mo, secretly amazed. He hadn't expected Chen Mo's hand-thrown knives to accurately hit the bullseye at 50 meters. This precision was impressive, and he was now curious about the 80-meter target results.
Carter then moved to the 80-meter target. The five throwing knives in the bullseye clearly indicated Chen Mo's score. The six-centimeter-long blades protruding from the back of the steel plate showed that the knives could still easily be lethal at 80 meters!
On the colonel's target, there were only five shallow dents scattered around.
Amazed by Chen Mo's extraordinary knife-throwing skills, Carter turned and shouted loudly.
"80-meter target!"
"Chen Mo, 50 points!"
"Colonel, 32 points!"
Hearing Chen Mo's score, the colonel could no longer remain calm.
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
At 80 meters, the hand-thrown knives had all hit the target. Colonel Phillips looked at Chen Mo as if he were a monster.
"Colonel, I think you should come and see for yourself," Carter said, not intending to let the colonel off the hook.
"What's there to see? I admit defeat, isn't that enough?" The colonel blushed, feeling embarrassed to be outdone in his area of expertise by a method he had looked down upon.
Seeing Carter standing by the target, looking at him seriously, the colonel had no choice but to walk over.
"Do you want me to see how badly I lost?" the colonel said self-deprecatingly as he walked.
But as he got closer, he saw the throwing knives embedded in the target, and his expression changed.
The colonel never expected that the throwing knives in Chen Mo's hands could be so powerful. They were comparable to rifles, let alone handguns.
The result of the competition was clear. The colonel, using a handgun, was completely outmatched by Chen Mo's throwing knives. In terms of power, range, accuracy, and sustained capability, Chen Mo's throwing knives were far superior to the colonel's M1911. Although the throwing speed of the knives was slightly lower than that of the handgun, every time the colonel reloaded, Chen Mo would instantly surpass him, nullifying his only advantage.
At 30 meters, 50 meters, and 80 meters, the colonel was completely defeated. He had to admit that in Chen Mo's hands, the throwing knives were no less powerful than a gun.
This was actually normal. With training, ordinary people could use throwing knives to cause harm within ten meters. With Chen Mo's strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, the destructive power he could unleash was undoubtedly terrifying.
The colonel couldn't help but sigh. Even the most inconspicuous things could become extraordinarily powerful in the hands of someone as strong as Chen Mo.
However, the stubborn colonel was still unwilling to accept defeat. He glanced at the knives stuck in the target and said defiantly.
"Kid, I admit I underestimated your throwing knives before."
"But in a real fight, how many of these can you carry?"
"Ten or twenty?"
"In real combat, you still rely on guns!"
After going around in circles, the colonel finally revealed his true intention.
"Kid, dare to compete with me in handguns?"
The colonel finished, looking at Chen Mo provocatively.
Carter, standing nearby, covered her forehead in exasperation.
Chen Mo looked at the sulking colonel in front of him and couldn't help but find it amusing. Since the colonel insisted on challenging him, how could he refuse?
"I haven't practiced with guns for long," Chen Mo said slowly.
The colonel thought he was making excuses to avoid the challenge and was about to taunt him when Chen Mo's next words nearly made him explode.
"But my marksmanship should be unrivaled."