Super Soldier in the City

Chapter 2434 - 2498: Straight Talk Upfront

Li Yifei tapped his fingers on the table twice, interrupting Zhang Dabao’s passionate indignation, and said, "So you must be quite knowledgeable about firearms? I’m actually a firearms enthusiast and have many questions I’d like to ask you."Before Zhang Dabao’s hand could fall, his expression froze upon hearing Li Yifei’s question. Li Yifei could clearly notice the other person’s facial muscles twitch for a moment, and his eyes immediately narrowed, no longer the same as before.

"What? Is this also a military secret?" Li Yifei asked.

Zhang Dabao awkwardly laughed and said, "This isn’t a military secret, but... there’s nothing to brag about either. We practice shooting to kill, and killing... for you ordinary people, is a somewhat terrifying matter, so let’s not talk about it!"

"I don’t agree with you on that. A soldier’s duty is to protect the country and the people, to kill those who deserve it, to kill evildoers—it’s deserved. I certainly don’t find that terrifying. Besides, I’m just asking you for some firearm knowledge; why has it escalated to such heights? You’re not perhaps pretending, are you?" Li Yifei asked with a smile.

Zhang Dabao cursed in his mind, damn, will you die if you say a little less? If you keep asking ridiculous questions, I’ll just overwhelm you with expert aura and scare you to death!

However, on the surface, Zhang Dabao still smiled and said, "It’s nothing. Li Fei, feel free to ask. But let me warn you, there are some things I won’t answer!"

"That’s good!" Li Yifei appeared quite pleased, clapping his hands, "I’ve heard the Type 95 rifle performs well in combat. I wonder about the specifics?"

This is a trap— even Aoki Reiko beside him sensed something amiss. Yet, across the table, Zhang Dabao remained oblivious. Hearing Li Yifei’s question, he even felt relieved. He thought the other party would ask something very professional, but it ended up being a question he could freely elaborate on. Zhang Dabao, after all, had been to school for so many years, participated in debates, written papers, fabricated numerous lies, and when he saw the question, he immediately got excited. He first gave a faint smile and said, "I can answer this question. The Type 95... rifle, right? It’s a weapon in our army but not a standard one. I’ve used it, probably fired two or three thousand rounds. Overall, the shooting speed is fast, but the stability is slightly poor, and the gun shakes severely. But this is for newcomers; to me, the shaking is still normal. After all, you can control the gun’s movement through subtle muscle movement; can you understand that?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Dabao, to show off, flexed his arm, mimicked a shooting posture, and patted his shoulder with the other hand, saying, "Like this, every time a bullet is fired, there’s a movement pause. So, at that moment, you need to control your muscles for adjustment and buffering to stabilize the gun!"

Like you, thousands of rounds, and your scapula would have shattered long ago, Li Yifei thought to himself.

Zhang Dabao seemed energized after concealing his facade, looked at Aoki Reiko, and said, "You should try shooting sometime; it’s really thrilling. It can cause an adrenaline rush; it’s quite a pleasant experience."

Aoki Reiko shook her head with a smile but didn’t speak. At this point, she was extremely disappointed, not just with the other party’s identity. Zhang Dabao’s nonsense was obvious, and Aoki Reiko wasn’t a fool; she could naturally tell. The Mr. Mu Fei in her heart wasn’t like this. But she couldn’t understand how this information got out; only a few people knew about her story. Suzuki Kawako wouldn’t say, her father wouldn’t say, and Li Yifei beside her wouldn’t say. As for Li Yifei’s family, there was no need for them to divulge it. So, after practically confirming that the person before her wasn’t Mr. Mu Fei, Aoki Reiko found it difficult to describe her internal feelings.

There was some pain, some sadness, but mostly a kind of pent-up frustration.

However, Zhang Dabao clearly hadn’t realized this. Aoki Reiko’s mild response, he interpreted as disinterest. But to satisfy Li Yifei, he said, "As for the combat effectiveness you asked about, it’s quite good. Shooting, after all, is human-operated, and it relates to wind direction at the time, wind force, humidity, distance, and so on—they all affect accuracy. But for a sharpshooter like me, these can basically be ignored; you don’t even need to consider them!"

Li Yifei suddenly frowned. Seeing this, Zhang Dabao’s heart skipped a beat, secretly wondering if this guy was going to ask some tricky question. But then Li Yifei said, "I seem to have made a mistake. The Type 95 rifle is from our mainland, not your Taiwan!"

"Ah?" Zhang Dabao’s eyes widened, his expression a bit stiff. To cover his embarrassment, he quickly lowered his head, his voice much smaller, and said, "Li Fei, you remembered wrong. It’s not that; the Type 95 rifle is an American weapon. I used it myself. How could it possibly be a Huaxia weapon?"

The real Mr. Mu Fei was Taiwanese, so he definitely wouldn’t use Huaxia weapons. This could be determined. Zhang Dabao quickly changed the subject, saying, "Li Fei, if you want to ask about another gun, I can continue to explain."

But Li Yifei was still frowning, as if he hadn’t heard Zhang Dabao. A few seconds later, he pulled out his phone, saying, "No, I need to check. The Type 95 should be authentic. This matter can’t be mistaken, or else when discussing with others, I’ll become the laughingstock for speaking nonsense."

Zhang Dabao’s mouth twitched, damn, why be so serious? Will you die if you gloss over a bit? I’m Mr. Mu Fei, such a great expert but can’t even understand basic firearm knowledge—won’t that immediately expose me?

Seeing Li Yifei take out his phone to search, Zhang Dabao suddenly reached out to grab Li Yifei’s hand. The latter swiftly dodged, glaring at Zhang Dabao, asking, "What are you doing?"

"I... I remembered wrong. I mistook the Type 95 for the M4A1. The Type 95 is indeed a Huaxia weapon; the M4A1 is the American weapon, so the earlier comments..."

"Hold on a second." Li Yifei held his phone, frowning, "You think you’re playing a game from years ago? The M4A1? I know the M4 was once deployed!" Li Yifei said.

Cold sweat dripped from Zhang Dabao’s forehead. The air conditioning in the room was already set low, but this man in front of him... he had too many questions. Beside him, Aoki Reiko’s expression grew colder. Zhang Dabao felt tense—if he succeeded in fooling them, he could gain a lot. But if he failed, especially face-to-face with failure, he felt he first needed to figure out how to leave this place. Escaping was probably impossible unless he could immediately run back to his home country. Otherwise, with the Aoki family’s influence, he wouldn’t have a place in Japan.

"So? Are you a bit unsure?" Li Yifei asked coldly. Before, Zhang Dabao would have been ready to straighten his back and angrily rebuke Li Yifei. But now, upon hearing his voice, Zhang Dabao felt a kind of fear, realizing the other side was purposefully trying to make things difficult for him.

Of course, if he was truly Mr. Mu Fei, he wouldn’t fear the difficulty; filled with knowledge, he wouldn’t fear anyone. But with his mind empty, when questioned, he exposed himself. Zhang Dabao couldn’t comprehend this point right now; he was just very angry—a kind of humiliating anger.

"How about thinking it over before answering, no rush. Don’t be mad; since you claim to be Mr. Mu Fei, you should provide some proof. You can’t expect us to believe you simply based on a few stories." Li Yifei said.

Zhang Dabao let out a deep breath and said, "You’re right, there’s no need to get angry."

As he spoke, Zhang Dabao pulled out a box from his pocket. It was something he had specifically bought, containing a bullet. Seeing the bullet, Zhang Dabao adjusted his tone, looked fondly at Aoki Reiko, and recited a pre-prepared reason.

Across from him, Aoki Reiko’s heart wasn’t as warm as before, so when she heard this, she merely responded faintly with a "hmm" and said, "Since it’s so commemorative, you keep it for yourself."

"Don’t say that; I specifically wanted to give it to you. This time returning from the Middle East was also for this. Miss Reiko, please take it; I..."

"No, thank you for your kindness, but I don’t want the bullet, and I’m not interested in firearms!" Aoki Reiko refused again.

Zhang Dabao’s face froze, his expression awkward as if not knowing how to proceed. Opposite him, Li Yifei chuckled, his expression turning cold, and said, "This... sir, let me be clear, if you can’t prove you’re the Mr. Mu Fei that Miss Reiko admires, then we’ll have to discuss today’s matters again."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Dabao was startled and asked as he looked at the other side.

Li Yifei said, "Exactly what it sounds like; I trust you can understand that."

"I don’t understand." Zhang Dabao slightly leaned back.

Li Yifei said, "Alright, let me spell it out. Very few people know about Reiko and Mr. Mu Fei—can be counted on one hand. But now you’re appearing as Mr. Mu Fei’s impostor, even accepted 300,000 Chinese Yuan from Reiko. Never mind why a Taiwanese like you would need Chinese Yuan, but speaking just on impersonating Mr. Mu Fei, if you can’t provide proof, I guarantee you won’t leave this room."

As he said this, Li Yifei’s whole aura changed. Zhang Dabao shivered a few times; he initially wanted to glare, slap the table, and stand up to counter the other side, but he couldn’t speak. The opponent’s aura was intimidating. Zhang Dabao realized he couldn’t deceive them today. His limited intellect couldn’t foresee encountering such a situation, so he was stunned.