Chapter 498

Wade, mirage and their abilities are not valid for this tortoise shell tank.

Only Bradley and Fred can handle the tank.

Bradley can control all electronic devices, and the tank's control system is clearly within Bradley's control.

But his ability is limited, only about 10 meters. If he goes beyond this distance, he cannot control effectively.

Even within ten meters, the farther the distance is, the more difficult it is to control, and the more mental energy it consumes. So when he used to control the plane, Bradley was sitting in the nearest position from the cockpit.

As for Fred, his way is more passive. In the movie, he is relying on his own strong defense ability, putting his arm into the barrel of the tank, which causes the gunner to blow up the gun when he starts, and the whole tank is destroyed.

Just when people guessed that Chen Mo would send Bradley or Fred to deal with the tank, Chen Mo said.

"Victor, get that tank."

According to William Stryker's introduction, vickert's ability should be strong physical fitness, self-healing ability, and sharp claws that can stretch freely, but these abilities are not enough to deal with the tank in front of him.

At the beginning, Victor was full of doubts. His current strength is not enough to overturn the tank, and his sharp claws can leave some claw marks on the surface of the tank's armor at most, but they can't hurt the people inside. So he was puzzled at the beginning when Chen Mo asked him to release.

However, when he turned to look at Chen Mo, he just saw the silver white sword suddenly appeared in Chen Mo's hands, and his expression quickly became excited.

Chen Mo smiles and throws the king's sword to victor. Victor quickly reaches for the king's sword and holds it excitedly.

With a proud glance at Wade, who was staring at the king's sword in his hand, holding the king's sword in his right hand, he strode towards the tank.

He stopped right in front of the tank. Victor raised his right hand holding the king's sword, and his left hand came up.

This was originally a two handed Knight's heavy sword, with a hilt of 20-30 cm and a body part of more than one meter. Although Victor was tall and more than two meters in height, the long sword in his hand did not show any shortness. Instead, it set him off with more majestic momentum.

Victor raised his sword slowly over his head, his eyes firmly fixed on the turret ahead.

The gunner in the tank looked at Victor holding a long sword through the observation glass. He looked puzzled. Could it be that the tall guy was going to split his modern tank with the ancient sword in his hand?

A sense of absurdity came into the gunner's mind.

As victor's stature was so great that the tank's muzzle was just in his head, there was a sneering smile on the gunner's face, and the finger on the gun's firing button was going to pull the trigger.

But at the same time, Victor's face also showed a ferocious smile. His body suddenly started. In a flash, he bypassed the tank barrel in front of him and rushed to the rear turret. In a blink of an eye, he jumped up to the tank and came to the front of the turret. The king's sword in his hands quickly cut towards the turret in front.

Victor's arm is nearly one meter long, and the king's sword is more than one meter long. The attack distance is more than two meters. The tank itself is only a small light tank, and the size of the turret is not very large.

The sword of the king cuts across the front of the turret, just obliquely cutting through the first half of the whole turret.

Victor's reaction and speed are far faster than normal. After he cut the sword, the gunner's fingers just pressed the shell launch button.

He felt as if there was a silver flash in front of him, but there was nothing in the tank turret and nothing outside could come in at all.

So the gunner thought he was wrong and didn't care too much.

Just to his surprise, after he pressed the launch button, the shells that would have been fired with a huge roar and vibration didn't respond at all.

He didn't believe in evil and pressed several times, but there was still no change.

However, the scene that happened immediately before his eyes made his eyes widen with astonishment.

With a sharp metal friction sound, the tank bulkhead in front of him suddenly moved down. It was originally sealed and opaque. The interior of the very dark tank turret suddenly arched into a faint yellow light from above.

As the sound of metal friction continued, the whole turret above the gunner's front fell towards the front.

"Bang!"

It was accompanied by a huge sound of metal impact.

The front and upper part of the whole turret, together with the long barrel connected to it, were cut off and fell on the armor below, making a huge impact, then tumbled and fell on the ground.

The gunner looked at the "panoramic skylight" which had been opened suddenly in front of him, as well as the half of the turret that had fallen to the ground and the long barrel connected to it. His eyes were wide and almost protruded.This change came so fast that he couldn't respond to it.

One moment ago, he was preparing to move his fingers and blow the big fool in front of the tank who wanted to attack the tank with a long sword into flesh and mud. The next moment, his biggest reliance, the impregnable steel fortress, was inexplicably given a skylight, and it was still a panorama!

The scene ahead was completely in front of him, without any hindrance.

But before he could react from the shock, a familiar tall figure appeared in front of him.

Victor held the king's sword in one hand, and the other hand extended to the gunner who was still sitting in the tank turret. In his astonished eyes, he pulled him out of the tank with a grim smile and threw him back.

With a shrill scream, the poor gunner was hurled directly by Victor to a height of four or five meters, and flew back more than ten meters.

Finally, accompanied by a sound of body landing, and the sound of watermelon breaking, the scream stopped abruptly.

Wade looked not far from them, the gunner who had broken his head, looked up at the tank whose turret had been cut in half by a sword, and finally his hot eyes fell on the silver sword held by Victor standing on the tank.

"Is this the sword of the king?"

James glanced at Wade, who was hot on his face, and sneered.

"Do you think it's a myth?"