World War I

Chapter 127 Slap
In Luo Ye's inherent thinking, over certainly means to hang up and give up.

In order to avoid being over, he needs to do his best, but Luo Ye really doesn't know what the rules of the game are.

The appearance of the wild wolf made everyone lose their sleepiness. One-Eye and Panzi were still angry and glared at the colonel.

Turgenev shrugged and laughed, "You two want to send me to hell?"

The one-eyed man was snorting angrily, but he really couldn't win.

Turgenev continued, "Didn't you want to play a Siberian show of strength just now? I'll give you another chance. There are two of you and I'll be alone. Each of you slaps me, and I'll only hit one person. Do you want to play or not? Anyway, we can't sleep."

The tomb robbers suddenly became excited.

"Yeah, I can't sleep."

Turgenev continued to tease, "Irina, you can join in too. Each of you three will take a slap. If I don't fall down, I'll find someone among you to give me a slap as well."

Yin Lina had just shot the colonel, and her heart was still beating fast, although she tried her best to remain calm on the surface.

"Okay, I'll join."

"In that case, One-Eye, Pan, stop talking so much and show some courage."

Irina seemed to have agreed, so what else did the two male policemen have to say?

The colonel was as tall as a giant. Even though they knew the chances of winning were slim, the two of them still went ahead.

Turgenev stood beside the helicopter and said with a smile: "I will never hurt feelings. We are all good colleagues."

The Siberian Show of Strength is Russia's slapping competition.

Russians have always been known as a "fighting nation," and the slapping competition was invented by them.

The competition, held annually in Yarsk, Siberia, Russia, requires participants to take turns slapping each other and are not allowed to block or dodge their opponent's attacks. The winner of the competition can receive a prize of 3 rupees, which is approximately equivalent to 3145 yuan.

This slapping competition is a competition to see who is stronger, and it also has extremely high requirements on the physical fitness of the contestants. Arm strength is the key.
Of course, the size of the contestants is important, and the bigger they are, the more advantage they have.

Finally, the contestants also need to have the ability and determination to withstand blows, a suitable weight, and be able to stabilize themselves so as not to be easily knocked down. Also, having some flesh on their body may reduce the pain when being hit.

Turgenev's slap seemed bigger than the plate and the one-eyed man's face. The consequences of being slapped by such a big slap can be imagined.

However, no one knew what was wrong with Irina tonight. Not only did she shoot Turgenev, but she also agreed to the Siberian Power Show.

This kind of slapping game is usually played by men, and women will not participate. The colonel asked Irina to participate, and the motive of revenge was obviously mixed in it. Or maybe he wanted to use Irina to stimulate One-Eye and Panpan. He was not satisfied yet, and he wanted to completely intimidate the two male police officers. Along the way, he was sarcastic and chattering endlessly.

Turgenev stood by the helicopter and asked, "Who will go first?"

The one-eyed man said viciously: "I'll go first!"

Turgenev was too tall, so One-Eye climbed up the small iron ladder, which had only four steps, and he stood on the second step.

That way, he could slap the opponent from a higher position without losing his height. The Siberian Strength Show also had a rule that the two players' arms had to be able to hit each other's faces at the same level.

"Are you ready, Colonel?"

"I'm already standing by, waiting for you."

Snapped!
The one-eyed man gathered up his strength and slapped Turgenev in the face, but he didn't move at all. The slap felt like it was hitting an iron plate.

The one-eyed man's palm was hurt, but the SWAT captain was fine, with a smile on his face, only his skin was a little red.

Panzi, who was a little stronger than One-Eye, cursed, "I just don't believe in evil!"

He also stood on the small iron ladder.

Snapped!
The man being beaten remained motionless, a smile on his face. Panzi muttered, "Damn, are you a robot?"

Everyone looked at Irina.

Irina walked up the small iron ladder and stood at the third step.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound of slapping, and the colonel touched his face and said, "So you are left-handed. It's my turn now. Stand still."

When Irina raised her hand to slap him, Luo Ye didn't say anything. He was also watching the fun. He wanted to see what Turgenev was trying to do.

Snapped!
Turgenev slapped Irina lightly, and she fell down from the small iron ladder. "Turgenev, you are serious!"

Luo Ye quickly stepped forward and helped Irina up.

"She dared to shoot me, so why shouldn't I dare to slap her."

"You bastard, how dare you hit my aunt!"

The tomb robbers were shocked to find out that the wandering policewoman was actually the sheriff's aunt.

"Luo Ye, he hit me, he hit me—he really hit me!"

Irina covered her face. Turgenev said, "I only used the strength I had to swat a mosquito."

The colonel was not lying. If he used all his strength and slapped Irina, she would be turned into a vegetable. This was no joke.

The one-eyed man screamed, "Sheriff, you saw him hit your aunt. Fire him, fire him now!"

"Stupid guy, didn't I tell you, if we fire him, who will fly the helicopter? Colonel, I'll try too."

Turgenev showed a thief-like smile. His ultimate goal was to play a trick on Luo Ye and embarrass him, so that One-Eye and Panzi would not be so arrogant and annoying. No matter what, Luo Ye was the leader of these two people.

"Okay, you slap me three times and I slap you once. Is that fair?"

"It's not fair. Only one slap each is fair. Are you ready?"

"I'm standing right here."

The one-eyed man then said, "Sheriff, you better think carefully. This fellow is not a human being. His face is thicker than a city wall and cannot be penetrated by ordinary people. If he slaps you and knocks you unconscious, or if you get any problems, we will suffer a huge loss."

Luo Ye smiled and said, "It's rare for Comrade Colonel to be so elegant. Don't spoil his mood."

He walked towards the small iron ladder and stood on the second step.

"You're the sheriff, I'm going to give you a slap first."

"No, no, no, you're the colonel. I'll let you fight first."

"I'm the captain of the St. Petersburg Hellfire Special Police. If others knew I was the first to hit someone, they would laugh at me. Come on, hit me as hard as you can. Hit me with all your might. Thank you."

Turgenev stood there as if nothing had happened, relaxed.

He absolutely did not believe that Luo Ye could knock him down with just one slap.

"Are you ready? Comrade Colonel, we agreed not to fall out."

"No quarrel."

"Not anxious?"

"Never be impatient."

"it is good!"

Luo Ye raised his hand and slapped with all his strength!

Snapped!
With one slap, Turgenev fell more than two meters away and lay straight on the ground motionless.

This slap directly knocked the SWAT captain unconscious.

Being slapped unconscious is very common in slapping competitions, but it is rare for an opponent to be knocked unconscious by the first slap. It is even rarer for an opponent to be slapped unconscious by the opponent and lie on the ground without even shaking the body a few times.

Luo Ye stared at his own palm in a daze.

The others looked at Luo Ye in a daze.

"One-Eye, you idiot, why don't you go check on the Colonel and see if he's alright!"

The one-eyed man came to his senses and hurriedly squatted down to check.

"Still breathing, it's okay, you'll wake up soon."

(End of this chapter)