pjbooks Chapter 206 Why did you provoke him?
Chapter 206 Why did you provoke him?
Chapter 206 Why did you provoke him?
Whoosh! The 8.58×70mm Magnum heavy steel core long-range bullet penetrated the barrel, and after most of the noise was eliminated by the high-strength material silencer made of chromium-nickel-iron alloy, it flew straight through the airflow toward the target point.
It's important to know that the muzzle velocity of a high-performance sniper rifle bullet is approximately 915 meters per second, which is roughly twice the speed of sound.
The distance between Ma Jieke and the target is several times greater, and the distance between them is no more than 850 meters.
This means that the entire process from when he pulls the trigger to when he hits the target will never take more than a second.
The reason he fired so decisively was not because he was so confident in his sniping skills, but because before firing, he used the skill characteristic of "nine out of ten shots miss" to fire nine shots with other guns.
This can be considered as unlocking an advanced gameplay mode, because according to the skill description, there is only a limit to the number of shots, but no restriction on the type of firearm.
So after testing, Ma Jieke discovered that when he had saved up ten shots, he could still hit accurately even if he switched weapons.
However, this only applies to bullets; there won't be a situation where after firing nine shots, a single RPG can be precisely guided.
As for whether this feature can be upgraded to remove more restrictions, it's really hard to say at the moment.
Strictly speaking, "Nine out of ten shots miss" is not a skill, but a trait attached to "American Iaijutsu". So far, no skill has been found that can directly enhance the trait.
But there's no use thinking about it too much. The best way to play is to maximize the skill effects you've already acquired. About 0.9 seconds later, the lookout standing on the watchtower suddenly froze, and the back of his head exploded instantly.
A red, misty spray of blood, brain tissue, and skull fragments burst from the wound with a splattering sound, far more visually impactful than any expensive computer-generated special effect.
For those shot, this is a more humane way to die than euthanasia. The brain is left with less than 0.1 seconds to react before the critical structures, from the cerebral cortex to the vital centers, are completely destroyed.
Those shot have no time to feel pain; they simply collapse and die instantly.
After seeing the target fall through the sniper scope, Ma Jie immediately aimed the crosshair at the second guard.
Because these idiots were positioned so far apart, someone was sniped from a distance without being noticed immediately.
Without any special advantages, he could only rely on his raw strength. However, Ma Jie remained calm. After aiming for half a minute, he slightly shifted the muzzle to the left by two degrees. The field of vision was too wide in this place, and the crosswind was almost constant. If he aimed directly at the target and fired, the trajectory of the bullet would likely deviate.
This is similar to two straight lines starting from the origin; even a deviation of only 0.001 angles will eventually result in an infinitely large distance between them.
What a sniper does is use wind speed and direction to correct the trajectory of the bullet during flight, thereby achieving a precise strike.
*Pfft!* Another spray of blood mist erupted, and the wounded man lay unconscious on the ground.
After securing the double kill, Lady Luck did not continue to favor MaJack, as his body was spotted by another guard who was nearby.
He stood there stunned for two seconds, then frantically took out his whistle, and the sharp alarm instantly rang out through the night sky.
In the thermal imaging scope, several white humanoid silhouettes moved rapidly. Ma Jieke tried to aim again and fired a shot, but the bullet grazed the target's body.
It seems that shooting at a stationary target and a moving target are completely different levels of difficulty, but Ma Jieke is very pleased to have achieved this.
Once the location was exposed, the guards immediately rushed towards them. After all, 800 meters was not far, but it was only a matter of two or three minutes.
Upon seeing this, Ma Jieke immediately picked up the Thompson submachine gun next to him, flipped the mode selection switch on the gun, and switched from fully automatic to single-fire mode.
After activating the "Nine out of ten shots miss" feature, quickly fire nine shots at a random location, then switch to a sniper rifle for a quick scope and a one-shot kill.
After taking one down, crouch down and move sideways for more than ten meters, repeating the same steps again.
This completely caught the opponents off guard. By the time they rushed into the firing range, three of their comrades had already been sniped.
From his elevated position, Ma Jie used submachine gun fire to suppress the enemy while mentally counting the number of shots before switching to a sniper rifle for headshots.
As more and more of their companions died, the remaining survivors were completely terrified. They could only fire wildly at MaJack's location while searching for cover nearby.
Ultimately, they are just gang members, which is completely different from brainwashed cults. Saying they are not afraid of death is just bragging. If it really happened to them, see how many people could withstand it.
This gave Ma Jie an opportunity. He changed to a new magazine and started firing at their hiding place.
Originally, the shooting distance was insufficient to cause effective damage, but now things are getting interesting. The muzzle is inexplicably pointed diagonally upwards.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The bullet casings, like popcorn, were ejected from the ejection port, and without exception, all the bullets hit the air.
Just when the other side thought Majesty had suddenly gone mad, a member of the Aryan Brotherhood was shot in the head and collapsed limply to the ground.
To be precise, he wasn't hit head-on by a bullet, but rather struck by a bullet falling from the sky.
There was once a hypothetical scenario where a gunman, holding an AK47, fired a burst of bullets into the sky at a vertical angle, only to be killed by falling bullets.
Sounds creepy, right? Even Final Destination wouldn't dare to make something like this.
However, this conclusion has been verified through analysis of physical principles and real-world examples.
The AK47 fires 7.62×39mm intermediate-power cartridges, with a muzzle velocity reaching up to 800 meters per second.
Even with air resistance slowing it down, its descent speed at the terminal point can still reach 80-90 meters per second.
The kinetic energy generated at this speed is enough to penetrate a human skull.
This was also part of Ma Jieke's original plan: use a sniper rifle at long range, and a submachine gun when you get close. If you try to hide behind cover, sorry, for you, I am the Grim Reaper himself!
They then followed suit, continuing to sweep through the air. Another gang member, completely unaware of the situation, soon followed in his companion's footsteps.
Seeing the two men die in such an inexplicable way, the last survivor threw down his gun and ran down the hillside in a panic, screaming as he ran: "Ghosts! Ghosts!"
As a result, due to limited visibility, he couldn't see where he was standing, slipped, and rolled down, hitting his head on a large rock, killing himself instantly.
Ma Jieke slowly stood up. Although the scene before him could not be described as a field of corpses, it was still quite spectacular in his eyes.
After confirming with the scope that there were no survivors, he took Bruce and headed straight into the manor.
Bang! The bedroom door on the second floor was kicked open, and at the same time, a deafening gunshot rang out from across the street.
Johnny sat on the bed, holding a powerful Winchester shotgun, and fired a shot at MaJack.
The whole world froze instantly as hundreds of steel balls converged on him in a cone shape. Through the gaps between the balls, Johnny's excited smile could be seen.
It was precisely because of the "bullet time" feature that Ma Jie dared to break down the door without any worries about being shot in the back.
However, the power of a shotgun is not something that an ordinary rifle can match. To ensure that nothing goes wrong, Ma Jieke chose to retreat directly, hiding his body completely behind the thick wall.
But from Johnny's perspective, Majab, who was about to be shot to death, seemed to teleport, first flashing behind cover and then flashing out again.
He hurriedly pulled the bolt, wanting to fire again, but although shotgun bullets have a large coverage area, they have a fatal flaw: they must be manually loaded, resulting in the longest firing interval of all firearms.
Bang! Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Ma Jieke struck first, a pistol bullet hitting his shoulder blade precisely, interrupting his shooting action.
"Go!" Jack gave the order, and Bruce nimbly leaped onto the bed, biting Jack's arm and tearing at it wildly, preventing Jack from firing back.
Ma Jieke followed closely behind, swiftly disarming the suspect, his eyes filled with cold glint and murderous intent.
"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."
Looking at MaJack, who seemed like the Grim Reaper himself, Johnny's fear was like a flood bursting its banks. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental breakdown that was the real torment.
How is this possible? This is the California headquarters of the Aryan Brotherhood. Whether it's personnel combat capabilities or firepower, it's top-tier in the industry.
If they wanted to break in, they would have had no chance without using a company of soldiers. And just like that, he easily broke through their defenses.
If I had known it would end like this, why did I provoke him in the first place?
Good evening, old friend.
MaJack smiled and walked to the bedside, gesturing for Bruce to stop biting. He casually picked up a bottle of red wine from the bedside table, poured it into a wine glass, and downed it in one gulp, letting out a hearty exclamation: "Wow, not bad. Want to chat?"
"Spare me, please spare my life, Jack!" The oppressive atmosphere almost suffocated Johnny. "I can give you money, lots and lots of money. You can use it to buy a mansion, a luxury yacht, the most expensive sports cars, and you can have any kind of woman you want. Just don't kill me, and I can make all of that happen for you!"
"Is that so?" Hearing his crazy promises, Ma Jieke's smile gradually turned cold: "I'm sorry, but in my opinion, this deal is not very worthwhile, because human life is priceless. You killed my people and framed me, so the only thing you can use to pay off your debt is your life."
"No!" Rejected outright by MaJack, Johnny felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. He rolled off the bed and collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "I beg you, please don't kill me! You won't gain anything by killing me. You'll offend the Hines family and the entire Aryan Brotherhood. I'm saying this for your own good. What era are we living in? Money can buy everything! Surely all that money can't buy a black man's life?"
"Fuck you!" Hearing his desperate pleas, Ma Jie kicked him in the face, then broke two of his ribs, finally spitting in his face: "Pah! I'll say it again, what you owe me isn't money, it's an explanation. Since your power is so great, why are you the one being trampled underfoot instead of me?"
"Ah! Ah!!!" Johnny's shrill screams echoed throughout the room. He couldn't understand why this guy's thoughts were so obsessive.
In America, even members of Congress can be bribed. Do you think your moral standards are higher than those of those high-ranking politicians?
In fact, in Ma Jieke's view, accepting the money offered to buy his life was the real way to die.
Because the greatest ability of humankind is to lie. Today you take the money and excitedly go to Beverly Hills to buy a villa, but the next day, as soon as you step out the door, you could be blown up by a bomb flying right in front of you.
Are there few such examples in history?
In a life-or-death struggle, there are no principles to speak of. Believing the enemy's lies is like stabbing yourself in the back.
Before they knew it, the battle had lasted all night.
As dawn broke, Mad Joe and Captain McCourt finally realized that they had been tricked.
When they rushed back to the manor and saw the guards lying dead on the ground, Jonathan was so angry that his eyes went black, and McCourt's face turned ashen, feeling that he had been greatly humiliated.
"Uncle, uncle, I'm here."
Just as the group of people stood there staring at each other in disbelief, a familiar cry for help came from above.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Johnny hanging outside the window of the manor's attic by a rope. In the window directly above and behind him, half of MaJack's figure could be seen.
"Ma Jack!" Although they had never met before, Mad Joe immediately recognized him, standing on the ground angrily waving his arms: "Bastard, scum, you despicable bastard, if you have the guts, fight me head-on, I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Hearing his harmless personal threat, Ma Jie couldn't help but laugh. In his mind, a real gang leader should be a calm and collected philanthropist who spends his days burning incense and praying to Buddha. But this guy was completely different. It seems that movies and TV shows have overly romanticized this kind of person.
"Mr. Jonathan, are you in such a bad mood so early in the morning? Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee to cool down?"
MaJack, holding the coffee pot, leisurely poured himself an iced Americano, took a sip, while Bruce lay on the floor, enjoying his sausage feast.
"Fuck you! You think I wouldn't dare, you filthy beggar!"
Jonathan was about to rush over when McCourt stopped him, warning him confidently, "Don't go over there. This guy has definitely set some kind of trap, waiting for you to jump in."
A trap? Ma Jie couldn't help but chuckle. He had indeed set a trap, but not in a physical sense. Instead, he had set one in people's minds, taking advantage of their suspicions to make them scare themselves.