pjbooks Chapter 141 Human Body Outlining? Holy Gun Ranger!
Chapter 141 Human Body Outlining? Holy Gun Ranger!
Chapter 141 Human Body Outlining? Holy Gun Ranger!
Damn it, you're really pushing your luck, aren't you?
Upon hearing the gunshot, Ma Jie naturally wouldn't let him get away with it. He reached behind his waist with his right hand and pulled out a cool-looking spoon-shaped pistol.
It was the Staccato Xc 9mm pistol that he had acquired during the "Warehouse Treasure Hunt" competition.
The biggest difference between this gun and a regular handgun is, firstly, its design.
A muzzle brake is welded to the muzzle to reduce muzzle jump and recoil caused by continuous firing, while also being compatible with various sights for assisting firing.
Moreover, the grip is large and comfortable to hold, and there are safety features on both sides of the gun. It is highly adjustable and ergonomic.
Needless to say, its performance is excellent; it was designed from the outset as a shooting competition weapon.
Of course, the bare gun price of $3499 is enough to deter most consumers. If you add the auxiliary equipment, you simply can't get it for less than $4000.
When Franklin saw Jack pull out his signature weapon, he was immediately stunned: "Oh Jack, is that a weapon from Blade Runner?"
"It's not that exaggerated, buddy. Slow down for me."
Ma Jie didn't want to explain too much to this kind of country bumpkin who grew up in a slum.
Once the car slowed down, he immediately raised his gun and aimed, a straight beam of infrared light shooting out from the sight.
In principle, visible laser sights do not belong to infrared sights.
True infrared sights require night vision goggles to see the red dot; this design is to avoid revealing the shooter's position.
Therefore, in movies and games, there are often scenes where special forces soldiers wear night vision goggles to shoot enemies, but the enemies are running around in the dark and can't find the shooting point at all.
Ma Jieke has now upgraded his [American Iaijutsu] to Iv5, making him roughly equivalent to an elite marksman among active-duty soldiers in terms of real-world reference points.
With such a solid foundation, coupled with top-tier weaponry, the value of this shot is self-evident.
Bang! Pulling the incredibly smooth trigger assembly triggered a series of chain reactions inside the firearm.
Simply put, when the trigger is pulled, the firing pin connected to it strikes the primer of the bullet, igniting the sensitive explosive device inside the primer.
After the explosive detonates, the high-temperature flames penetrate the ignition port of the cartridge case.
The flame ignites the smokeless gunpowder inside the cartridge case, causing it to burn violently and generate extremely high-pressure gas.
This pressure, analogous to other objects, is like a car tire being inflated and then forced to be filled with hundreds or even thousands of times more excess gas.
When the tire is blown out, all the force is concentrated on one point, pushing the bullet out of the cartridge case.
The bullet spins and accelerates out of the barrel, while the remaining gas is ejected from the barrel, forming a muzzle flash and shockwave. The muzzle flash makes the barrel extremely hot, and the shockwave generates recoil.
Approximately 0.05 seconds later, the bullet easily shattered the patrol car's windshield.
*Thud!* As the security captain let out a muffled groan, a bloody bullet wound appeared on his shoulder, and the shotgun in his hand instantly slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Damn it, you're lucky to be alive."
Seeing this in the rearview mirror, Ma Jie cursed and complained.
After all, it's only the skill level of [American Iaijutsu Iv5]. It's good enough if it can hit. What more can you ask for?
The situation where a shot hits right between the eyebrows is not unheard of in reality, but it is extremely rare, and can only be found in the hands of a skilled gunman.
That's right, this shot was aimed directly at a living person, without any psychological pressure.
You've been spitting insults at me, and if I don't fight back, I might as well just squat down and pee.
The American law on self-defense is very simple: if the other party draws a gun and points it at you, or even just makes a gesture that resembles drawing a gun, you have the right to empty your magazine and kill them without consequence.
Of course, in actual judgments, the "dispute-inducing principle" is usually followed.
What does that mean? It means whoever starts the dispute is in the wrong.
For example, when SpongeBob insults Patrick, Patrick pulls out a gun and points it at SpongeBob's head: "Try insulting me again, you son of a bitch!"
Logically speaking, if SpongeBob were fast enough to snatch the gun and kill Patrick in one fell swoop, wouldn't that be considered a perfect defense?
The answer is no, because you insulted the other person first, so you're in the wrong, and the judge will never side with you.
But this creates new points of conflict.
I resisted, but that doesn't count as legitimate self-defense.
If I don't fight back, what if I get beaten to death?
In response, many lawyers in the United States have said: "I'd rather stand before a 12-person jury than lie on a 6-person bench (in a coffin)."
To put it bluntly, it's telling you directly that you should act when the time is right, and ignore any "hook-and-switch" principles.
If you follow the rules and get beaten to death, what good is it if you're in the right?
It was against this backdrop that Ma Jieke chose to fire back. What did it matter if he lost a life? It wasn't like he had been killed by Shu. It was better than being passively attacked.
Upon seeing the captain hit by a bullet, the security guard driving the car was so frightened that he immediately slammed on the brakes and shouted for his colleagues to come to his rescue.
"Wow!" Little Fu let out a strange cry, the kind of cry that only black people have, when he saw the patrol car's windshield shattered in the rearview mirror.
"Focus, buddy. Save your compliments for later. Let's get out of here first."
Ma Jie didn't dare open the champagne halfway through the game, reminding him to focus on driving.
The Vepi Moose XL sped through the industrial park, leaving a group of security guards staring at each other, none daring to give chase.
Are you kidding me? If you can hit the target while moving at high speed, are you going to chase after them and get shot?
A few hundred yuan a month, why risk your life?
When they arrived at the pickup truck's hiding place, Bruce and Chapman jumped out of the bushes and looked at their two owners who were safe and sound with delight.
Majesty let Franklin continue driving the Waipi Moose, while he himself drove the old Ford F150, taking the two dogs with him, and turned onto the central lane, speeding away into the distance as the sun set.
The car radio was playing an English song called "Counting Stars," which, combined with the stunning scenery along the highways of various holy cities, created a very comfortable atmosphere.
Since it was getting late, Ma Jie didn't plan to travel through the night. He opened the map navigation and randomly picked up a motel nearby.
Motels are typically located near highway exits and in the suburbs, designed for road travelers, and offer private rooms and free parking.
After getting out of the car, the two happily hugged each other. Although they didn't find the missing armored truck, they did get a zombie car, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Upon entering the hotel reception area, I saw a plump Black woman lying flat on a rocking chair, watching a soap opera while stuffing handfuls of popcorn into her mouth.
When guests come in, they don't greet them. When the performance gets funny, they laugh loudly like a barbell, oblivious to everyone else.
"Are there any rooms available, ma'am?" Ma Jie asked impatiently, tapping on the bar.
Hearing the noise, the Black woman merely glanced at him casually before turning her face away again.
"Haha...ga ga ga ga ga...."
The laughter grew increasingly exaggerated, and the popcorn they had just stuffed into their mouths sprayed out like a fountain, making a mess everywhere.
"Hey, you little fatso, are you sure you don't have any rooms left?"
I tolerated it when you didn't hear me, but now that you've seen me, are you still pretending not to see me?
"No, get out!"
The Black woman snapped impatiently and turned back to watch TV.
This infuriated Ma Jie, who walked over and roughly unplugged the TV. "I'll fucking let you watch this!"
The short, chubby woman was stunned. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and after realizing that he was indeed Asian, she stood up from the recliner and used her hand to lift up her drooping breasts.
"You little yellow-skinned brat, you dare turn off my TV!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive, ma'am." Seeing the two about to clash, Franklin quickly stepped forward to mediate: "We came together, neither of us wants to cause trouble."
Faced with the kind-looking, muscular young black man, the woman's expression changed faster than flipping through a book, and she immediately broke into a smile: "You should have said so earlier, bro! How many rooms do you need? Today's special price is $69, including a buffet dinner."
Damn...didn't you just say you didn't? This is blatant racism! I'm going to report you to the human rights protection association!
Although Ma Jie was very unhappy, that was the reality: Asians were at the very bottom of the racial hierarchy.
The most obvious example is that whenever Asian male characters appear in European and American films and television dramas, their image is never very appealing.
They are either short, ugly, or have bad character, or all three of these traits, and their partners are usually not good-looking either.
For example, Shang-Chi in "Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings," and Peter Parker's roommate in "Spider-Man."
However, compared to men, women seem to be a little bit better. Among the examples that Ma Jieke can think of are Cho Chang from "Harry Potter and the Temple of the Rising Sun", Lin Hui, the Bond girl from "Tomorrow Never Dies", and Lady Murasaki from "Hannibal Rising".
Anyway, to put it simply, white people look down on black people, black people look down on white people, but both can look down on Asians at the same time.
Because of your skin color, you will naturally be considered a foreigner.
Even though we were fighting like cats and dogs, we had at least lived together on the same land before, except that one of us was in charge of running the farm and the other was in charge of picking cotton.
And you? You stinky out-of-towner, here in America begging for food?
Ma Jieke was too lazy to argue with this big, fat, dark-skinned woman. He just paid the deposit, checked in, and went to the hotel.
Go ahead and eat popcorn, go ahead and get diabetes, go ahead and inject insulin, and you'll be all silent!
After registering, the woman handed over the room key and smiled at Xiao Fu: "Hey cool guy, there's a themed party at the Old Friends Bar downstairs in a bit. You can come and have some fun if you have time. They'll be serving free beer and cakes, and you might even bump into a pretty girl!"
"OK, thank you for reminding me, ma'am. Have a nice day."
Franklin took the room key from him, wanting nothing more than to get back to his room and take a shower as soon as possible.
Ma Jieke shared the same thought: even in this remote and impoverished area, there are still bars; Americans really can't live without alcohol.
"You absolutely must come! This event only happens once every six months!"