But just took two steps and heard the host say, "But don't hurry to leave. This auction is over. We have not prepared the next auction yet."

"What, there's another game?"

Everyone was stunned.

I have never heard of such a thing. An auction is over and the next one will be held in less than a minute.

Is this a joke?

"That's right," the host explained, "we suddenly received a commission to auction something more precious. If interested guests can stay and take a look."

Anything more precious?

In one sentence, everyone returned to their original position.

Zhang Jian hesitated for a few seconds and sat back to his original position.

"I won't say too much, just show you the lots from this auction."

Several staff members pushed a small car to the booth, and the things on the car made everyone on the scene widen their eyes, thinking that this was an international joke.

No, this is a star joke!

What is more precious thing? It is a few buckets of paint! Paint! Paint!

The pungent smell made the people in front of them cover their mouths and noses.

For a moment, the entire venue made a sarcastic sound, buzzing like a group of hornets.

The host had long expected this situation to happen, but he did not explain anything, and directly asked the staff to raise a small table and a fully armed security guard walked up to the booth.

Standing twenty meters away from the table, the security guard raised the gun.

This time it was not a desert eagle, but an ak rifle.

Bang--

The gunshots and a big hole was instantly punched into the fragile desktop.

"Next, please paint."

The staff picked up the brush and painted the desktop that had been rotten with a hole.

"Now ask the security guard to start the test."

Bang bang bang-

The deafening gunfire echoed in the lobby, shocking everyone again.

Ding Ling—

The magazine was empty, and as the last shell landed on the ground, the entire venue became silent.

Because the easily broken desktop just now was completely damaged after being painted with paint!

"Everyone," said the host calmly, "I believe everyone has seen it very clearly. I don't need to explain it more, right?"

Everyone was shocked.

To say that a wooden board can withstand the shooting of bullets has subverted their perception.

And a layer of paint, which was just painted, was not dry, could block so many bullets?

This is not an alien joke, this is simply an alien black technology!

"Everyone, please be quiet," said the host. "Today's lot is five barrels of paint. In addition, the owner of the lot also promises to provide the recipe."

"What? And the recipe?"

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the entire venue was like a pan of oil splashed in water, frying constantly.

No matter whether it is true or false.

Such a great paint, if you can get the formula and mass production...

Even fools know how generous the rewards they will get!

"Village Chief," Qiu Yun also looked stunned and asked, "Is there such a great paint? If this is applied to clothes, wouldn't it be invulnerable?"

Yu Zhen smiled and said, "You look up and look around. Although everyone was discussing it very fiercely, there were only a few people who were really moving."

Qiu Yun turned around and saw that it seemed that this was true.

Most people say it's too incredible and think it's a scam or something.

"Isn't it true?"

Yu Zhenxin thought of course not true.

No matter how powerful the spiritual energy is, it cannot allow the paint that has just been painted to block the bullet. It is just that he used the spiritual energy to control the bullet.

It's not that easy to expose this scam.

"Village Chief," Wei Cheng kept his eyes fixed on Willie and asked in a low voice, "Do you think that guy will buy it?"

"It shouldn't."

"Then aren't we going to waste our time?"

"But if you bid, he will definitely buy it," Yu Zhen said, "but you can't bid indiscriminately, you have to listen to me."

When Wei Cheng heard that Willie could buy it, he couldn't help but be excited.
Chapter completed!