pjbooks Chapter 207 From today onwards, I convert to Satan.
Chapter 207 From today onwards, I convert to Satan.
Chapter 207 From today onwards, I convert to Satan.
The reason they dared to play this game was not only due to their boldness and meticulousness, but also because of their thorough understanding of the Aryan Brotherhood.
Based on some news reports on the Internet and internal files provided by Sheriff Dave, Majad discovered that this organization was really unusual.
Among their gang rules is a special provision called the "Reading List," which requires gang leaders and members to read and study "The Art of War."
In court proceedings documented by a Los Angeles Times reporter, the defendants claimed that they studied "The Art of War" primarily to extract strategic and tactical ideas to guide their gang's criminal activities, to maneuver against law enforcement, and to consolidate their power in prison. They even attempted to use the wisdom of "The Art of War" to "outwit" the police.
Ma Jie initially didn't believe it, thinking it was complete nonsense. A bunch of gangsters, not practicing marksmanship but focusing on military strategy? Is that even possible? Is that even possible?
However, upon closer examination, it does make sense. This organization has a history of at least 50 years, dating back to its founding in the last century. Most of the old-established gangs from the same period have long since disintegrated or broken into dozens or even hundreds of scattered forces. This is an inevitable process of the development of the times.
The Aryan Brotherhood, however, has remained active to this day, primarily due to its unique characteristics:
Using prisons as a base to develop members is tantamount to starting a perpetual motion machine, which can continuously absorb fresh blood.
Moreover, not just anyone can join. Members must first pay a pledge of allegiance, just like the 108 heroes of Liangshan Marsh. The focus is on elite troops and strong generals, rather than sheer numbers.
Even more outrageous is that gangs all over the world have their own beliefs, which can be understood as the gang's guardian deity. For example, Guan Yu, who is revered by the Chinese, the Catholic saints worshipped by the Italian Mafia, and the skull goddess that Mexican drug lords like to worship... But the object of worship of the Aryan Brotherhood is actually the most famous failed art student in history—Adolf Hitler.
It's not hard to imagine what kind of vicious and extreme people are who can join this organization.
However, in Ma Jieke's view, no matter how tight your organizational structure is or how high the requirements are for the quality of your members, it's still just two shoulders carrying one head, right?
Yes, that makes things easier.
I may not be able to change your mind, but I can destroy your body.
Forgiving you is God's business, and my job is simply to send you to meet God.
Jonathan is in a very awkward situation. Not only was he walked around like a dog all night, but his entire hideout was also raided.
Although he didn't know how Ma Jieke had done it, he knew very well that the bastard hiding in the villa had to die.
So he immediately called in reinforcements, which consisted of almost all of the California branch's resources, combined with his own forces, totaling at least a hundred men.
You think you're so tough? I could crush you with a mountain of heads!
Seeing the other party hesitate, Ma Jieke chose to continue fanning the flames: "Mr. Jonathan, don't listen to the nonsense of that idiot next to you. If it weren't for his stupid command, would you have lost so many brothers?"
"Idiot?" Captain McCourt's face fell when he heard such an insult. In his memory, the last person to call him that was the officer in boot camp.
As the saying goes, lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.
Mad Joe glared at the high-ranking veteran of Delta Force, a nameless rage igniting within him. Ignoring the veteran's pleas, he waved to his underlings, "Charge in! Whoever kills MaJack gets a $100,000 reward; capture him alive gets a $200,000 reward!"
One hundred thousand? Upon hearing this number, Ma Jieke almost lost his composure. You live in this grand manor villa, isn't one hundred thousand a bit too little? Does that mean my life is so cheap?
In fact, for ordinary members of the Aryan Brotherhood, 100,000 is already a lot.
After all, in the eyes of those in power, henchmen are just expendable resources; if you don't do it, there are plenty of others like you.
Faced with such a generous reward, several brave men immediately formed a suicide squad and charged forward with blazing eyes.
Ma Jie didn't stand on ceremony with them. He put down his coffee cup, picked up his submachine gun, set it up on the windowsill, and started firing!
As the saying goes, "The high-level player hits the low-level player, and the idiot gets hit."
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The crisp clicking of a Chicago typewriter sounds like heavenly music to some.
However, the other side claimed to be a suicide squad, not someone who was really there to die. They clearly had a lot of combat experience. After hearing the gunshots, they quickly dispersed and found advantageous terrain to fire back.
They knew very well that this indiscriminate firing from a high vantage point was no different from sniping on the battlefield; they could only hit whoever they could, and it posed no real threat.
But a bizarre scene unfolded. After Majek emptied his magazine, most of the 30 bullets hit air, but three of them inexplicably struck nearby obstacles at bizarre angles, then deflected, as if possessed by a ghost, and hit three targets respectively.
Of the three, one was hit in the abdomen and bled profusely instantly, another was hit in the head and was killed on the spot, and the third was slightly luckier, but had a finger broken and was rolling on the ground in pain.
Even worse, because they were shooting at MaJack, Johnny, who was hanging in mid-air, was accidentally wounded. The bullet pierced his femoral artery, and blood was gushing from the wound like a fountain. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I beg you!"
Johnny cried out in anguish, "Uncle, make them stop! I'm going to die!"
At this very moment, Ma Jieke was changing magazines while hiding behind the window, chuckling to himself. Only he could come up with such a disgusting and wicked act.
Seeing his eldest nephew being used as a shield, Mad Joe was so angry that he gritted his teeth and could only curse in a fit of impotent rage, unable to find a way out of the situation.
It should be noted that most of the key members of his so-called Hines family are serving time in prison, including his own family members.
The fanatical younger generation would even deliberately commit crimes and get arrested just to make a pilgrimage to visit their relatives.
Therefore, there aren't many people who actually work outside the high walls. If Johnny died here, it would be almost equivalent to cutting off his own arm. It's not that his professional skills were particularly strong, but rather that, in comparison, family members are more trustworthy.
MaJack exploited this weakness, putting Mad Joe in a dilemma where he couldn't fight or not fight, thus buying time for his allies.
During the standoff, the phone rang, and Trevor's voice came through the receiver: "Brother Jack, the prey is out of the cage. Ready to haul in the net?"
"OK, proceed according to plan." Ma Jie didn't waste any more words: "Kill them all!"
"What plan? Who are you talking to on the phone?"
Johnny, who was separated from Mak by only a window, could hear him speaking very clearly.
He quickly realized that this guy was not alone; at least the madman who bombed his villa with a helicopter was a powerful ally.
Just as he was about to tell Jonathan about the situation, Majad gently hooked his little hand and pulled off the end of the rope used to secure his body.
*Thud!* Have you ever seen a watermelon fall to the ground?
Just kidding, a person certainly wouldn't break that badly, but seeing brains splattered all over the ground is still quite common.
Seeing Johnny being thrown to his death, Mad Joe had no more worries. With a single command, more than 20 gun barrels opened fire simultaneously.
boom! boom! boom!
Ma Jie hunched over and moved swiftly across the corridor, shattering glass windows one after another, the sounds mingling with the chaotic gunfire like a sonata from hell.
As the gunfire subsided, he quickly took a stun grenade from his waist and threw it out through the window crack.
This thing won't kill anyone, but it can produce a huge amount of noise and a light intensity of up to 600 million candela.
It's worth noting that a normal person looking directly at the sun in the hot summer only sees about 12 candrades.
In other words, being exposed to this thing is equivalent to having 50 suns shining in front of your eyes at the same time, and the blinding effect is unimaginable.
Taking advantage of the enemy being under crowd control, Ma Jieke didn't stop for a moment and threw out two more smoke grenades to create a fog of war.
To be honest, this headquarters is like a miniature armory, it has almost everything you could want, but now it's all gone to Jack Ma.
"Cough cough cough..."
The Aryan Brotherhood members trapped in the smoke grenade all covered their mouths and noses and coughed incessantly, as the smoke grenades released a large amount of chemicals, which was not just a matter of losing sight.
"Get out of here! Get out of here quickly! Don't just stand there like idiots! Cough cough..."
Captain McCourt was choking and tears streamed down his face, but he kept shouting at the top of his lungs. However, the crowd in the thick smoke was like a swarm of headless flies, unable to tell which way was which.
Bang! The door was kicked open, and Ma Jieke, wearing a pre-prepared gas mask, carried a heavy Gatling gun in both hands, his body wrapped in layers of metal ammunition belts.
Unlike other firearms, the Gatling gun relies on electric motors rather than mechanical drives because it has six barrels, and external force is needed to make these six barrels rotate quickly.
Of course, the oldest Gatling guns were actually hand-cranked, requiring the shooter to crank a crank to complete a series of actions, including turning the barrel, loading, firing, and ejecting the spent cartridge.
The rate of fire depends entirely on the speed of the shooter's hand crank, which is both unstable and difficult to maintain.
But electric motors are different; you just pull the trigger and leave the rest to the machine.
These six gun barrels do not operate simultaneously, but rather fire in turn.
After a gun barrel has fired, it enters a free-spinning state, and during this time it is sufficiently cooled by the air before the next shot.
This is precisely the essence of the Gatling gun: through its excellent heat dissipation capabilities, it can achieve continuous firing that is unimaginable for traditional single-barrel machine guns, without causing the ammunition to "spontaneously combust" or be damaged due to overheating of the barrel.
With everything ready, Ma Jieke pressed the start switch, and the motor drove the barrel assembly to rotate at high speed. After less than a second of preheating, the bullets burst out like a sandstorm!
This thing doesn't have a traditional gun trigger; it only has a simple control system with two firing modes to choose from: 2000 rounds per minute and 4000 rounds per minute.
As a kind-hearted person in Los Santos, MaJack thoughtfully selected the low-speed mode for the other party, which is 2000 rounds per minute.
In fact, all his ammunition belts combined only have a thousand rounds. If he wants more ammunition, he can only resupply through a special ammunition box.
However, with only a few people, a thousand bullets are enough. After all, with the skill's special features, theoretically, every 10 bullets can hit an enemy.
Even if you're lucky and don't get hit in a vital spot, what's one thousand shots divided by ten? One hundred shots!
A full hundred bullets, cutting off more than 20 of your mortal bodies, and you still have any survivors?
What, you're a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?
Even God would have to go to the hospital!
Although Majek couldn't see anything, from the moment he started firing, screams of pain from those being shot echoed through the fog of war.
What was originally a thick white smoke even had a thin layer of blood mist floating up, and the air was filled with a terrifying bloody smell.
A thousand bullets were fired for a full half minute!
If there really is a living Yama, then Ma Jieke would definitely be the one.
After the firing stopped, Ma Jieke breathed a sigh of relief, threw the Gatling gun on the ground, and made a large cross on his forehead and chest with his hand.
I'm sorry, Brother Jesus, this is the last time I will respect you. From today onwards, I will convert to Satan.
As the thick smoke gradually dissipated, the scene before us resembled an apocalyptic hell.
The gang members lay sprawled on the ground, each with at least ten bullet holes in their bodies.
The flowing blood gathered into a visible stream, truly a river of blood!
Surprisingly, even under such intense firepower, some managed to escape – Captain McCourt, who was among the first to react.
He was hiding behind a bunker, and in a rather bizarre way, he was using a tree branch to prop up his white shirt and waving it back and forth like a white flag of surrender.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I give up." His voice even sounded a little like he was crying, making it hard to imagine that he was once a special forces soldier.
Ma Jieke drew his pistol, cocked it, and cautiously walked over. He saw the guy lying on the ground shirtless, his body curled up like a hedgehog.
As for why he wasn't hit, it might be due to a skill detection issue. He reacted first and found cover, and I fired through a layer of smoke, which allowed him to escape by sheer luck.
"Lift your head up."
McCourt cautiously raised his head, his face streaked with tears, looking utterly pathetic, as if he had begged for mercy.
"Leave your last words." Ma Jie raised his gun, pointing it at his forehead. One pull of the trigger, and he could wipe them all out.
Achievement.
"No, don't kill me, don't kill my brother." Faced with the threat of death, McCourt turned pale with fright.
"Who the hell calls you brother?" Ma Jie stared at him coldly. "You dare call me brother? You don't deserve it!"
"No, no, no, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy." McCourt waved his hands hurriedly, looking extremely eager to survive: "Boss, from now on, I'll call you boss. I have something important to report to you. Mad Joe has already called for reinforcements. It's not safe for you to stay here. I know a shortcut that can get you out of here."