pjbooks Chapter 202 How many teachers does God have?
Chapter 202 How many teachers does God have?
Chapter 202 How many teachers does God have?
Thud! Boom! Boom! Accompanied by several muffled thuds, the high-powered lights hanging from the warehouse ceiling lit up one after another.
The previously pitch-black view suddenly opened up. On the left, rows of raw beef were hanging from iron hooks on the shelves. The right side looked more open, and the warehouse was air-conditioned, instantly enveloping the body in a chill.
There are many factories like this in Los Angeles. On the surface, they look no different from private enterprises, but behind the scenes, there might be secret passages leading to basements, which could be drug labs or military factories mass-producing 3D-printed guns. In short, don't be fooled by their appearance.
After all, no gang makes a living by selling beef and mutton. There are only a few of the most profitable businesses in the world, and no one would go to such lengths.
"Woof woof..." Bruce barked from below.
Johnny's requirement was that only one person could come, and he didn't say that pets were not allowed, so in MaJack's opinion, this certainly didn't count as a violation.
"Quiet down, buddy. We're here as guests. This is very rude of you."
Despite Mak's reminder, Bruce did not quiet down; instead, he became even more rebellious, barking more frequently.
What sounded like barking to others became life-saving messages to Ma Jieke.
"Master, I smell the scent of strange humans. There are three of them: one is hiding behind the meat drying rack, one is on the bridge directly above, and the other is hiding behind the gate."
Such precise and efficient information transmission is primarily due to the skill enhancement provided by [animal companions].
This isn't something you can cultivate with just any dog; it requires spending every day together to build a strong bond, which in turn improves communication efficiency.
Secondly, there's Bruce's racial talent. As a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, while his sense of smell isn't as good as the king of his kind, the Bloodhound, when compared to humans, it's a complete game-changer.
Even the dog with the worst sense of smell is still 10,000 times more sensitive than a human, and top hunting dogs can be 100,000 times more sensitive.
The area of the brain that analyzes and processes taste accounts for an astonishing 40%, while in humans it is only 5%.
Normally, being able to distinguish an odor diluted to one part per trillion is equivalent to finding a drop of urine in a standard swimming pool.
They can even judge whether a creature or object has just passed by or has been gone for a long time by the "freshness" of its smell.
Even more outrageous, it can even use the smell of human sweat and the chemicals in their breath to determine whether a person is nervous, scared, or happy.
This powerful sense of smell, combined with [Animal Companion], is practically like having a half-cheat code for MaJack.
Sure enough, after Ma Jieke entered the ambush area, a gunman in black suddenly stood up from the cross bridge above the cold storage.
He was holding a famous "Chicago Typewriter," which was once a popular Thomson submachine gun among American gangsters.
This gun was widely used by Chicago gangs during the Prohibition era in the last century, and it earned its legendary nickname because the sound of its rapid-fire firing resembled the "click-clack" of a typewriter.
Even today, some criminal organizations that pride themselves on tradition and long-standing affiliation still like to use Thompson submachine guns to signify their status, not to mention that the guns themselves are quite powerful.
Da da da! Da da da!
It turns out that young people these days have no sense of martial ethics. When they see guests come in, they don't even greet them and just fire a whole bunch of peanuts at them.
However, Ma Jie was prepared. The moment he saw him get up, he immediately performed a tactical side roll, moving away from the gunman's firing range.
Just as the gunman tried to turn his weapon around, Majek already had a Staccato XC in his right hand.
Semi-automatic pistol.
Bang! With the sound of a gunshot, the attackers witnessed an extremely bizarre scene.
Because when Ma Jie pulled the trigger, his eyes did not move upwards at all. Instead, he fired a shot blindly with his back to the gunman, and then immediately turned his body towards the half-closed door of the cold storage.
But something even more unbelievable happened next. Just as the gunman in black was about to fire again, a flower of blood suddenly bloomed from between his eyebrows.
The 9mm bullet, as if possessed by a ghost, accurately pierced his skull. The resulting cavity effect caused him to black out and fall from the sky with a thud.
The principle is simple: long before the operation, Ma Jieke had already activated the skill characteristic of "Nine out of ten shots miss", firing nine shots into the sky without hitting anything.
【Nine out of ten shots miss】: The hit rate of the first nine shots is reduced by 99.999%, while the hit rate of the tenth shot is always 99.999%. This feature can be manually turned on and off.
In fact, this has become a daily habit for Ma Bangzhu; he saves a few coins whenever he has free time, just in case.
Therefore, this shot doesn't need to be aimed precisely; you only need to fire at a general area. Within this area, there is only one target: the gunman in black. In that case, the bullet is a true tracking bullet.
Seeing his comrade instantly killed by a headshot, the second gunman, who had been lurking behind the warehouse door, immediately stepped out.
In his mind, even if Ma Jieke wasn't killed from the front, he should be facing away from him now.
But what's absurd is that the opponents seemed to have the ability to foresee the future; their eyes met in an instant, and the two fired their guns almost simultaneously.
It was still the Chicago typewriter, which gave Ma Jie a headache. No matter how antique it was, it was still a submachine gun. Although the recoil made its accuracy average, it could still spray fire over a wide area. In close-range indoor combat, it would absolutely crush semi-automatic rifles and shotguns.
Under such overwhelming firepower, even with advance warning, dodging all attacks would be extremely difficult.
In his field of vision, several bullets were being fired haphazardly from afar, and just as they were about to hit his body, they suddenly began to slow down.
[Bullet Time]: When you are shot, slow down the flow of time to dodge (only perceived by yourself). Frequent triggering in a short period of time will cause the skill to fail.
According to Ma Jieke's plan, the skill should be avoided if possible, given the [Bullet Time] principle.
Based on the description, this skill has certain limitations and cannot be used unconditionally.
This means that every time you dodge a bullet, you will consume an invisible energy bar. When this energy bar is depleted, the skill will become ineffective.
As for how long it will take to recover, it's unclear at the moment. The key is that there's no opportunity to conduct experiments on you, so it's necessary to be cautious.
Faced with a slow-motion scene similar to that in the movie "The Matrix", Ma Jieke used his waist as the core strength to lean back as far as possible.
As you watch the bullets fly past overhead one by one, you can even smell the heat generated by the intense friction of the air.
The bullet time ended quickly, and when the flow of time returned to normal, the attacker stood there dumbfounded, as if he had seen an alien.
Bang bang bang! Before he could react, Ma Jie quickly fired several more shots, bullets piercing his body and leaving bloody holes. The most fatal shot hit his heart directly.
The skill level of 【American Iaijutsu Iv6】 is no joke; it's roughly equivalent to an elite archer in the army.
Although the skill's level cap has not yet been determined, Ma Jie boldly predicts it to be level 15. Upgrading a single skill to Iv15 would mean reaching the pinnacle of the human world in that field.
After taking out two gunmen sent by the Aryan Brotherhood, Majek moved quickly, searching for the last survivor.
He had to admit that the fighting skills of this group were far superior to those of ordinary street gangs.
One stands in the open, attacking head-on; one hides behind, launching sneak attacks; and there's a cunning old fox who never reveals himself.
This kind of multi-layered ambush strategy isn't something you can just come up with on a whim; no wonder they've been able to grow so large and powerful.
Based on Bruce's clue, the last gunman was hiding behind the meat rack, so MaJack crouched down and walked through rows of raw beef. As soon as he saw human feet, that was where his target was.
But the other party was clearly not to be underestimated. They started playing hide-and-seek with Ma Jieke, to the point that all you could hear was the sound of him running, but you couldn't see where he was.
"Hey, stop hiding, my friend." Ma Jie moved slowly, maintaining his shooting stance while launching a psychological offensive: "You've already lost two lives, there's no need to keep going. Do you want to live? I can give you that chance, as long as you drop your weapons and come out obediently."
"Shut up!" A man's voice came from between the gaps in the meat drying rack. "You're the one who should surrender. You've offended the Aryan Brotherhood, which is the same as offending God. I'm not afraid to die, but you won't live either. Even if I die, someone will continue to hunt you down. You won't escape death no matter where you run!"
Hiss... Hearing this guy's firm reply, Ma Jie couldn't help but gasp. Had he been brainwashed?
Could it be that this Aryan Brotherhood, ostensibly a criminal organization, is actually a cult at its core?
No normal person is unafraid of death, especially in a dire situation where three against one, and two of them are killed in retaliation.
Even in a one-on-one situation, Ma Jieke dared not let his guard down, because he used "Nine Out of Ten Shots" to kill the first gunman and "Bullet Time" to kill the second gunman.
If it weren't for some divine skill, in such a one-sided and crushing game, even if James Bond came in, he would still be eating peanuts to his heart's content.
There are no skills available to guarantee a minimum level of success right now, so the rest is up to me to figure out on my own.
But what he didn't expect was that his opponent's reaction was quite decisive. Instead of retreating, the opponent judged the direction by the sound and charged towards him.
Just as Ma Jieke was about to aim and fire, the sound of rapid-fire shots rang out.
"Die!" the gunman roared as he unleashed a barrage of fire, taking advantage of his superior firepower.
Forced into a corner, Ma Jieke had no choice but to sprint along the meat drying rack, trying to find suitable cover to launch a counterattack.
Behind him, slices of raw beef were hit by bullets, fat flying everywhere, blood splattering, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of raw meat being smashed.
The 50 bullets in the extended magazine were quickly used up, and the gunman decisively pulled out a spare magazine from his tactical belt.
During this brief lull, Bruce, who had been lying in wait, suddenly burst out from the blind spot, leaped into the air, bared his sharp fangs, and bit down hard on the back of Bruce's hand holding the magazine.
"Ah!!!" Upon hearing this sudden scream, Ma Jie quickly surrounded them.
But this guy was determined, and he endured the excruciating pain of being bitten to replace the magazine.
Bang! Ma Jie raised his gun and shot him in the right shoulder, rendering him unable to exert any force. Then he rushed over and kicked him in the chest.
The latter, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward and crashed into the meat drying rack, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Ma Jie strode forward, first kicking away the submachine gun, then stepping on his face, looking down at him like the Grim Reaper: "Offending you is like offending God? Fuck you, how many divisions does God have!"
He pointed to the other man's lower body and tossed his head at Bruce: "Bite!"
Bruce received the order and pounced on it without hesitation, biting down hard on his genitals.
"Ah!!!" The scream could only be described as agonizing. He was in so much pain that he was dizzy and almost passed out. His forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.
Just kidding, while the Bull Terrier's sense of smell isn't as good as its counterparts, its jaw muscles are exceptionally well-developed. Its jawbone is strong and firmly connected to its skull, forming a highly efficient "lever system" that effectively converts muscle power into bite force. And once it bites, it doesn't let go, making it a star contender in dogfighting competitions.
"Kill me, kill me!" the gunman screamed in despair. At this moment, death was indeed a relief.
"Want to die?" Ma Jie stared at him coldly. "Not so easy. Now answer my question: how many members do you have in Los Angeles?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." He shook his head in agony, snot and tears streaming down his face. "Johnny has the list of people. You can only ask him about this. Spare me, spare me! I'm just a nobody sent to kill you. Please, please let me go, let me go... Ahhh, I'm going to die!"
Seeing that he finally begged for mercy, Majesty signaled Bruce to stop the execution. The latter reluctantly opened his mouth and squatted to the side, ready to be executed at any time.
"Next question," Ma Jieke looked around and asked, "Why was the ambush location chosen here?"
"Because...because..." The guy was panting heavily. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally decided to confess honestly: "Because this slaughterhouse is actually a hidden transit point. The smuggled goods we transport into Los Angeles are temporarily stored here, including...including the pornographic and counterfeit goods brought in by human traffickers. So, there's no need to worry about the consequences if we kill you here."
"What do you mean by 'yellow goods' and 'white goods'? Explain yourself clearly!" Ma Jieke couldn't understand this kind of slang at all.
"I'll talk, I'll talk. Yellow goods refer to unmarried girls, and white goods refer to married women." Seeing Bruce's eyes gleaming with lust, the gunman was so frightened that he blurted out in one breath: "The secret passage to the basement is in that corner, covered by a pile of junk. There are about a dozen girls swindled from Europe being held inside."
"Brother, I've told you everything I can. Please spare my life, I beg you..."