There was no stalemate there.

Zhang Ziling refused to hand over the knife.

Zhao Wenshan stood in the middle and tried his best to stop the conflict between the two sides.

The airport security personnel have pulled out the batons.

It is clear that strong measures should be taken.

Sima Zhe, who had been watching coldly and was often furious, walked out.

"Just just a knife, it won't be even tighter than my wife."

"Although there is danger in the tomb, it's not a must for this broken knife."

"In this way, you hand over the knife to the staff and let them transport it in advance. I will give you a pistol, but it is just a training gun for women. There is no way, the others are too heavy, I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"And you can use the gun, right? Oh no, you probably haven't touched the gun."

The rest of the Wolf Warrior Team, including the three students and other archaeological professors, showed contemptuous smiles on their faces.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Hu Yangming was the most mocking of his spare time.

"Brother Sima, if you give him a gun, he won't know how to use it."

"You can tell from the age of this person that he still uses cold weapons."

"He may not have seen a gun before."

The six members of the Wolf Warrior Team laughed, not hiding their sarcasm.

A dignified special forces soldier was actually regarded as a substitute.

And the main force is still such a guy.

They were still feeling angry.

Sima Zhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me the knife, I will use the gun for you. At worst, I can teach you how to use it."

There was a clear smile on his lips.

Obviously he looked down on Zhang Ziling.

Only then did Zhang Ziling finally look up at him.

I was not angry at the other person's words.

The mood is not even a slight turbulence.

He just said something lightly.

"If you can take this knife, I'll give it to you."

What Zhang Ziling said was not to use it to air transport.

Instead, give him the knife directly.

But the premise is that Sima Zhe must take the black gold ancient sword!

"Cut is just a knife, how heavy can it be."

"I can pick it up with one hand."

"Look, he is so thin that he can carry this knife, and he looks very relaxed. I guess he can pick it up with two fingers."

Everyone laughed at me, as if they were wondering if there was something wrong with this person's brain.

Hu Yangming snorted coldly: "A broken knife is pretending to be a ghost."

Sima Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Zhang Ziling, as if confirming whether what he said was true.

"Are you sure?"

"This knife will be my next step."

Zhang Ziling didn't say anything.

But expressions and attitudes have already said it all.

The security personnel also stopped.

Hope they can solve this problem by themselves.

Zhao Wenshan frowned.

Although he didn't know it was the black gold ancient sword.

But he subconsciously thought that Zhang Ziling was not the kind of person who was not sensible.

"Come."

"I want to see, a knife weighs 100 pounds a day. How heavy can your knife be?"

Sima Zhe looked calm and did not take this matter seriously at all.

As he said.

How heavy can a knife go?

He is the captain of the Wolf Warrior Squad and a special force in the Southwest Military Region. He can even carry the bazooka, but he can't hold a knife?!

What a big joke.

Zhang Ziling didn't say anything.

He directly took off the black and gold ancient sword and rags and held it in one hand.

"Throw it over."

Sima Zhe said casually.

Don't care at all.

He hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet.

Zhang Ziling had no expression on his face and gently threw out the black and gold ancient sword in his hand.

The black and gold ancient sword drew an arc in the air.

Sima Zhe raised his hands and steadily caught the black gold ancient sword.

It can be the next second.

His face changed instantly.

"Damn!"

"Okay...so heavy!"

Sima Zhe's arms trembled, his face turned red, and even his knees slowly bent down.

He felt a storm in his heart.

How is that possible!

How could this knife be so heavy?

This is impossible!

The moment when the black gold ancient sword was acquired.

Sima Zhe only felt a sudden pressure, like a hill pressing down.

There is no resistance at all.

This is much heavier than a bazooka!

He can't handle it at all!

Bang!

Sima Zhe yelled.

However, it has no effect at all.

His knees bent and trembled constantly, and finally he knelt heavily on the ground.

"Ahhh!"

Sima Zhe tried all his strength to stand up, but he gave up in an instant.

Sima Zhe doubts life.

Why is this knife so heavy?

"Damn!"

"Captain kneels down?"

"I didn't even react to what this situation is. Why did the captain kneel down?"

"Just just a knife, not as heavy as a gun, how could this happen?"
To be continued...