pjbooks Chapter 170 Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene!
Chapter 170 Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene!
Chapter 170 Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene!
This is the first time Ma Jieke has entered bullet time.
However, he didn't act like Neo in "The Matrix," because due to the limitations of the Type 56's performance, the opponent could only launch attacks against him in bursts.
After gracefully turning to the side, the trajectory of the brass bullet flew clearly past my eyes, passing right through the spot where I had just been standing. I could even smell a hint of the scorching gunpowder in my breath.
In this state, Majesty can maintain a constant speed, just like in movies and games.
So, from the shooter's perspective, what he saw was a real-life version of The Flash.
Dodging bullets, aiming the gun, and pulling the trigger—all in one smooth motion.
Bang! With the sound of a gunshot, the guard fell to the ground, clutching his wounded calf and howling in pain.
He could have been shot dead, but in Ma Jieke's view, the other party hadn't committed any fundamental error; he was just doing his duty. So he decided to spare his life and let him back down.
Another guard witnessed the entire scene and was so frightened that he threw down his gun and ran away.
Are you kidding me? It's hard to even tell if this Asian guy is even human. You want to fight him to the death?
They might be imposters sent from outer space. This isn't my responsibility; I need to call the interplanetary immigration bureau right away.
Seeing this, Ma Jie immediately rushed forward, first kicking the other man's Type 56 assault rifle aside, then looking at the already injured young guard: "Open the door! A few hundred yuan a month, what are you risking your life for?"
"Hurry up, don't force me to shoot, I'm capable of anything!"
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, and considering the guy's astonishing reflexes, the guard, panting heavily, conceded, "Don't...don't kill me, the remote control is in the first drawer on the right side of the duty room."
"Very good, thank you for your cooperation."
Having successfully found the remote control to open the retractable gate, Xiao Fu had already driven the vehicle over.
Just as the two left Angels City, intending to speed back to Los Angeles, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded ahead on the street.
Several police cars with flashing red and blue lights lined up in a long line from directly in front, closing in on the adventurer, Bison.
"Hey, everyone in the car, listen up! This is Sheriff Connie from the Dogtown Police Department. You're surrounded. Get out of the car immediately and give up. Put your hands where I can see you. I repeat, get out of the car now..."
A deep male voice came from the car's loudspeaker, but to Majek and Franklin, it was just the starting whistle of the game.
Instantly switch the radio station, tune to your personal background music, and a catchy tune will play in your ears.
Without Ma Jieke's prompting, Xiao Fu quickly shifted into reverse and fled in the opposite direction.
The other party was clearly prepared. As they immediately gave chase, they leaned out of the car window with an Uzi equipped with an extended magazine.
pia! pia! pia! pia! pia!
As empty shell casings flew out of the ejection port, a volley of bullets flew toward the adventurer Bison, who had just turned around.
Some bullets missed their mark, while others struck the rear of the car and the rear bumper, making a loud cracking sound and sparking.
Majek immediately returned fire. Although the SR-15 cannot fire in bursts like the Uzi, as long as your hand speed is fast enough and you can withstand the recoil, theoretically, high-frequency single-shot firing is equivalent to simulating submachine gun firing.
Unfortunately, with high-speed movement and shooting, the probability of accurately hitting the target is extremely small.
Therefore, someone immediately initiated the "Nine out of ten shots miss" strategy.
Bang! After the tenth bullet left the barrel, it inexplicably corrected its trajectory in mid-air and finally flew towards a speeding Dodge charger.
The front tire of the Dodge Charger was immediately punctured, and the vehicle went out of control and crashed into nearby friendly forces.
A Chevrolet was unable to dodge in time and was violently bumped in the rear, flying onto the bus stop platform next to the road and smashing the GG light box to pieces.
The Dodge Charger, meanwhile, took off from its spot, flipped over several times, and then slid onto the ground, its roof facing down. It slid for another ten meters or so on the road before finally coming to a stop, billowing thick smoke, looking like a charred iron turtle.
Even more outrageous, its blocking of the road caused a Ford Explorer that was coming on the way to swerve and crash into a taxi parked on the side of the road.
Speed mode? Item race!
"Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene!"
"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"
To the accompaniment of a catchy little tune, the adventurer bison transformed into a white shooting star and sped away through the streets.
But they clearly underestimated the police's ability to coordinate, as more patrol cars patrolling nearby joined the party, pouring into the scene from all directions.
"Whoosh!" Just as Ma Jie was at a loss for what to do, a hysterical scream suddenly came through his earpiece.
At the same time, a helicopter was flying in from a distance, cutting through the sky; it was none other than Trevor, the ace pilot in charge of the pickup.
"Good evening, my two little brothers. I have some bad news and some good news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Majker glanced at the pursuing police car in the rearview mirror: "Shit, all I know is that if you keep spouting nonsense, Franklin and I are going to be riddled with bullets!"
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Despite being just small-town police, their firepower is in no way inferior to that of the Los Angeles Police Department, and another round of assault rifle fire ensued.
"Get down!" The moment the gunshot rang out, Majek pressed Franklin's head down.
Bang! The bullet struck the rear window, shattering the entire windshield into pieces.
"The bad news is, you're surrounded by the cops," Trevor's voice came through the headset again. "The good news is, you have Trevor as your teammate!"
As he spoke, the man opened the helicopter doors on both sides and carried a portable rocket launcher equipped with a diamond-shaped grenade on his shoulder.
"R~P~G!"
It's so magical, it's like this thing is voice-activated, it won't launch unless you shout.
*Whoosh!* The moment the rocket was launched, thick smoke billowed throughout the cabin. Fortunately, this guy was very experienced and had opened the other side hatch in advance to allow air convection, so the exhaust flame and hot gas were released like a sneeze.
If a novice were to operate this, the result would be that the exhaust flames would hit the cabin door and reflect back, burning them and pushing them off the plane to their death.
Boom! The rocket flew down towards the police car, but unfortunately it was a bit off-target and only hit the edge of the trunk.
Despite this, a deafening roar erupted, and the powerful shockwave from the explosion sent the vehicle flying.
Several police officers narrowly escaped the fire and scrambled out of the burning vehicle.
"Oh my god, where did you find this lunatic?"
Faced with Trevor's powerful firepower support, Franklin was completely bewildered. This guy was a true master of full stars.
"Haha, perfect shot! You bastards, feel the love from Daddy Trevor."
By the time the cops realized what was happening and started firing at him, he had already closed the hatch and, taking advantage of the helicopter's air superiority, gave Franklin the order to move.
To be honest, the two of them worked together perfectly, one acting as the navigator in the air and the other executing precisely on the ground.
After all, it's like driving with a full-map tactical overhead view. No matter how complicated the road conditions are or how many police cars come to support you, it's all in vain for a cheater.
Under the pursuit of the police, they sped along the intercontinental highway for about half an hour, and the surrounding sirens gradually subsided.
Seeing that the distance had widened, Ma Jieke had a sudden inspiration and shouted into his headset, "Old Cui, stop leading us around. From now on, we're splitting up. Do you understand?"
"Haha, you're really clever, kid. Leave it to me." Trevor immediately understood what he was trying to do, and his slick moves followed.
When they reached the next fork in the road, the adventurer bison accelerated in a straight line, but he skillfully turned the plane around and flew off in the opposite direction.
From the perspective of the police cars, although they couldn't see Xiao Fu's taillights, they could see the helicopter flying in the sky, so they assumed that he was still leading the way.
As a result, a large number of police cars chased after the helicopter and successfully took it into the desolate desert.
"Stop the car! Stop the car!"
An hour later, Sheriff Connie realized he had been tricked and quickly stopped all vehicles.
"Fuck!" he yelled furiously as he stepped out of the police car, brandishing his submachine gun and firing at Trevor. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The latter, however, gracefully circled in the air, delivered a sarcastic remark, and then quickly flew away into the distance.
A large group of police officers stood in the desert, helplessly watching the plane leave.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"
Sergeant Connie, thoroughly humiliated, kicked the police car wheel hubs in a frenzy, unable to vent his pent-up anger.
Just then, a black sedan sped up, and a bald old man in a suit and leather shoes got out.
"You actually let them get away?" The old man grabbed Sheriff Connie by the collar the moment he saw him. "Useless trash, good-for-nothing! Did you know those two bastards stole my safe?"
"Let me go!" The other man was furious. Connie, who also had a temper, hissed at him in a low voice, "So what? I warned you beforehand to destroy those things, but you wouldn't listen. Now that something's happened, you're blaming me? Go explain yourself to the judge!"
"You bastard, how dare you talk to your own brother like that!"
"Don't try to pressure me with this relationship. You're the principal of Angel City, and I'm the police chief. I've done more than enough for you. Now I'm going home. You'll have to deal with the consequences yourself. Don't drag me into this, and definitely don't involve my wife and children."
"Haha, you think you've cleared your name, buddy?" Corey let out a chilling, sinister laugh. "Now I can tell you, there's an unnumbered videotape in the safe, and the male lead in it is you. If that tape falls into the hands of the media or the FBI, you're in for a beating!"
"You fucking bastard!" Connie's face turned bright red when he heard that his beastly behavior had been secretly recorded, as if he was about to explode at any moment.
"What, you want to kill me to cover your tracks?" Having seized his weakness, Corey said calmly, "Killing me won't help, but killing the person who stole the safe might give you a chance to survive. That's all I have to say. Do what you want to do."
Clearly, this old guy was a master of psychological manipulation; he managed to change the mind of his brother, who was a sheriff, with just a few words.
The key point is that, given how things have developed, he has no other options but to take the risk.
Three hours later, the group successfully returned to downtown Los Angeles.
It was just getting light, but Jack Ma didn't have time to rest. He had Xiao Fu continue driving, heading straight to the slums in the south of the city.
After several twists and turns, we found a shop that looked like it was doing welding work in a dirty alley.
The rusty metal roller shutter door was knocked on loudly as the shop owner yawned and came down from the second floor, opening a small security door.
A black face appeared inside the door, not a normal glossy or matte black, but the most primitive kind of black, like coal, almost blending into the night.
"Who the hell are you? Why aren't you letting me sleep this late!"
This guy speaks only auspicious words, he sounds very cultured, and you can tell he's received higher education.
Little Fu leaned closer: "He's my buddy, Franklin from Simon's Auto Shop."
"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?"
After confirming Xiao Fu's identity, Black Charcoal Bro immediately pulled up the roller shutter.
When he saw what was in the trunk, his face immediately lit up with joy, and the three of them worked together to carry the safe into the shop.
Once inside, you'll find that the interior is surprisingly spacious. In the front is a small storefront that's operating normally, while in the back it connects to a large courtyard, hidden by a secret door that's easy to miss if you don't look closely.
The yard was piled with various dismantled box fragments, including safes, suitcases, combination lock boxes, and even an ATM machine cut in half.
Seeing this, Ma Jieke was truly amazed.
But this is the underworld of Los Santos, where various black-market industries related to crime are hidden beneath the city's glamorous exterior.
Don't underestimate this business, and don't think that just anyone can do it.
To be frank, safes aren't high-tech at all. The common exterior is a steel shell, filled with concrete and refractory materials, and then covered with another steel plate to form a sandwich layer.
For a more luxurious option, a combination of steel plate, drill-resistant hard steel plate, and steel plate is used, with a thickness of at least 5 to 8 centimeters.
The reason for hiring a specialist to open it is that if you don't know how, you can easily damage the items inside during the violent disassembly process, or even cause a fire inside the box.
Blackie circled the safe for a long time, then frowned and said to Little Rich, "Bro, opening this safe won't be easy. The material is too good. Look here, behind the lock is a piece of super-hard alloy steel that has undergone special heat treatment. This stuff is extremely hard; it can make high-speed steel drill bits slip."
"It's broken, we can't drill through it, and there's more..."
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me, can you open it?"
Ma Jie interrupted him impatiently, "All this build-up, isn't it just to get more money?"
"Sure." Sure enough, the charcoal guy shrugged. "But I'll have to pay extra. I can't do this job without $1500."
1,500? Ma Jie was dumbfounded. This box only costs 700 a year. This is not just asking for the moon, it's practically a hippo yawning.
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