pjbooks Chapter 234 A Reversal of Fortune, A Turn of Fate
Chapter 234 A Reversal of Fortune, A Turn of Fate
Chapter 234 A Reversal of Fortune, A Turn of Fate
Without any hesitation, Ma Jie decisively pounced forward and firmly pressed down on the kidnapper's arm, creating a righteous two-on-one situation.
About half a minute later, the other person's thrashing became less and less, and as their legs straightened, their dilated pupils were filled with bleeding spots.
Once he was sure the target was dead, Max finally released his strength, coughed violently a few times, and shivered uncontrollably.
"Are you alright?" Ma Jie asked, while busy licking the bag.
The latter leaned against the wall, panting heavily: "I...I'm not dead, what do I do next?"
"Put this on first." He pulled a bulletproof vest off the kidnapper and put it on Max without saying a word.
Only then did I notice that her complexion was extremely poor, almost completely devoid of color, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat.
"Max, you've lost a lot of blood." Looking at her bloodied lower body, MaJack frowned. "You've done a great job. You don't need to help with the rest of the fight. Find a place to hide and wait for rescue."
"What are you talking about?" Upon hearing this arrangement, Max stood up, leaning against the wall, and walked to a self-service tampon vending machine, taking out 50 cents from his pocket to buy one.
This thing is standard equipment in women's restrooms in the United States, so young women habitually carry coins with them when they go out, just in case.
When she came out of the cubicle, her complexion had improved somewhat compared to before, but she still looked very bad overall.
"What are you standing there for? Come on." Seeing the other person's hesitant look, she tied her hair up with a rubber band, gripped a GROK pistol she had looted, and skillfully pulled the slide to load a bullet into the chamber: "I'm warning you, don't treat me like a burden. I won't watch you go on an adventure alone."
Seeing that she could operate the firearms correctly, Ma Jieke stopped worrying. Having an extra helper was better than going it alone.
After leaving the restroom, he did not choose to go back and confront the problem, but instead moved up the stairs.
Despite being very worried about Valentina's safety, in this extreme situation, trying to mediate is the right thing to do.
Since the enemy has been completely under Steve's control, they would never dare to kill hostages so easily again.
When the two failed to return and no one answered his walkie-talkie calls, Simon finally realized that something might have happened. When he ran to the bathroom, the sight before him almost made him faint.
His men, stripped naked, leaned against the wall, heads together. Their gazes drifted upwards to a string of crooked, blood-red words: "Come find me, donkey!"
"Fuck!" Simon slammed his fist against the wall, his face grim as he ordered his deputy, "Scavenger, find those two bastards right now. I want them to understand that if they offend God, they won't go to heaven; if they offend me, they'll die tonight!"
"Understood, I will bring the body to you."
The man nicknamed "The Cleaner" beckoned and led two assassins outside.
At this moment, MaJack and Max have arrived at the roof of the Warren Commercial Building. This place is full of exhaust ducts and ventilation fans, as well as various machine rooms and dense pipes, all of which can serve as cover.
Several circling helicopters quickly spotted him, including those from the Los Angeles Police Department, the FIB's hostage rescue team, and a television station that was broadcasting the entire incident live.
In most cases, the police have no jurisdiction over the media. According to the First Amendment, journalists can take photos and report unconditionally in public places.
Even in the midst of a gunfight, fire, or bomb disposal, any media outlet can use a camera to record everything that is happening without any authorization.
Steve sat in the command vehicle, looking at the monitor with a weary expression. As the live broadcast camera switched, his eyes suddenly widened.
In the scene, Ma Jieke is climbing a ladder up to the server room, trying to take the highest point on the map. Another woman he doesn't recognize is hiding behind a smoke duct, organizing the grenades and magazines on her tactical belt.
He immediately grabbed the intercom and shouted into the cabin, "We're on the same side, don't fire!"
Upon hearing the order, the special police officers on the plane put away their equipment. Since they didn't know what the situation was inside the shopping mall, Steve didn't let them rappel down.
The relationship between the FIB and local police departments is delicate, especially in Los Angeles where many high-ranking officials are concentrated, and they often need to cooperate in solving cases.
In the event of such catastrophic terrorist attacks, the FIB's hostage rescue team typically plays a leading role, while the LPD...
SWAT (Los Angeles Police Department Special Weapons Tactics Team) provided assistance.
As for on-site command, they certainly won't be operating independently; the FIB, as a federal law enforcement agency, will definitely have the upper hand over the police department.
So, who goes first and who goes last is quite interesting, as it involves the most fundamental interests.
Too many of our own people dying is unacceptable, and not getting any credit is also unacceptable.
This led to an awkward situation where neither the LAPD nor the hostage rescue team were willing to take the lead in the attack, and both wanted to preserve their own strength.
Just as both sides were harboring their own secrets, three more people rushed out from the stairwell; they were the assassin squad sent by Simon.
From a bird's-eye view, they are not far apart, but when you switch to a first-person perspective, the situation becomes much more complicated.
Following the pre-arranged tactics, Max fired two shots into the air to deliberately expose his position, then quickly withdrew and ran behind another cover.
Da da da! Da da da!
Upon seeing her fleeing figure, the assassin immediately opened fire, bullets hitting the metal pipes and sending up a series of sparks.
Max, on the other hand, adopted the "faith shooting" method to continue luring the enemy deeper into the territory.
So-called faith shooting originated from a form of non-aiming shooting practiced on battlefields in Africa and the Middle East.
Soldiers would raise their guns above their heads and fire randomly, believing, based on their "black magic beliefs," that bullets could hit their targets through devout intention while avoiding injury to themselves.
This type of shooting is common in irregular armed conflicts, with resource depletion as the primary outcome.
When they reached a narrow passageway, Max suddenly threw an M67 delayed-action grenade.
The dark green metal ball rolled rapidly on the ground.
The experienced assassin squad reacted instantly, with all three members dropping to the ground almost simultaneously, pressing their chests to the ground as much as possible to minimize the area of injury.
Those who frequently use grenades know that there are offensive and defensive types.
The offensive type is filled with high explosives and relies on shock waves to kill enemies. The explosion will generate huge overpressure that can shatter internal organs, causing serious internal injuries or even death.
The defensive type relies on high-speed fragments and can only be thrown behind solid cover, otherwise it will blow itself up.
As a former professional special forces soldier, Scavenger was very familiar with these two mechanisms, so he knew how to deal with them.
After lying on the ground for 5 seconds, the grenade did not explode.
When they mustered their courage to get up, they discovered that the safety pin had not been removed before the grenade was thrown.
The cleaner was dumbfounded, holding the grenade. What kind of incompetent dog could do something so outrageous?
The safety pin is shaped like a metal pull ring, which is visible to anyone who isn't blind. Its function is to secure the firing pin and prevent it from accidentally striking the firing cap.
Even someone who has never thrown a grenade knows from watching movies and TV shows that as long as you don't pull it out, it won't explode no matter how you throw or drop it.
However, simply pulling out the safety pin will not cause the grenade to explode, because this only disarms the safety mechanism. As long as you hold the outer safety handle firmly, the firing pin will remain in place.
Only by first pulling out the safety pin and then releasing the safety grip will the firing pin, which is being held down, be released and violently strike the detonator under the drive of the spring.
However, this still won't make the grenade explode immediately, because after the detonator is struck, the delay fuse, also known as the fuse, needs to be ignited first, which usually has a 5-second delay, similar to the principle of setting off firecrackers.
After the delayed fuse has burned out, the main charge inside the grenade is detonated, causing the grenade to explode.
According to standard operating procedures, the safety pin is usually removed first, and then the object is thrown directly. When the hand leaves the grip, the firing pin is triggered in the air, and it takes about 2 to 3 seconds for it to explode after it hits the ground.
For ordinary soldiers, there is simply no time to react; they are often killed before they can even get into position.
Holding the dud grenade, the Scavenger wore a contemptuous smile. It seemed his opponents were completely ignorant of military matters; even if they looted the supply crate, they wouldn't know how to use it. It could only be said that those two brothers had truly been caught off guard and suffered a humiliating defeat.
Just as he relaxed his vigilance, Ma Jie, who was lurking above, suddenly stood up, holding a grenade with the safety off.
He was very brave; after loosening the safety grip, he didn't throw immediately, but silently counted to three in his mind.
Whoosh! A second grenade fell from the sky.
Before the assassin team could react, the grenade was positioned right in front of them and detonated precisely before hitting the ground.
Boom! A deafening explosion rang out, and countless tiny fragments flew at high speed. The face that was blown off looked like it had been pixelated.
As a plume of white smoke rose, Ma Jieke, wielding a submachine gun, rushed to the edge of the high ground and began firing wildly with the barrel pointing downwards.
His position was only about 5 meters above the ground. At such a close shooting distance, no bulletproof vest could withstand it.
After firing a full magazine, the smoke cleared, and Ma Jieke, holding his gun in one hand, looked down at the bullet-riddled corpses on the ground, like the Grim Reaper staring into the abyss.
Steve sat in front of the monitor, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but shiver. He finally understood how the Aryan Brotherhood had been wiped out.
This guy's courage, strategy, individual combat skills, and tactical execution are all textbook examples. He would be an ace among aces if thrown into any special forces unit.
He wasn't the only one shocked; many viewers sitting in front of their televisions, following the terrorist attack, were also stunned.
Looking at the buzzing helicopters in the sky, Ma Jieke felt that they were just a swarm of annoying giant mosquitoes.
He couldn't help but raise his middle finger in front of the camera, his mouth clearly displaying profanity.
Just as the SWAT team was looking embarrassed, Steve's voice rang out in the cabin. He ordered everyone to parachute in immediately and begin a strong assault to rescue the hostages.
With a pro leading the way, what are you waiting for?
After they landed, Ma Jieke saw that Carl was also on the plane.
"Hey Jack, you were really awesome just now. The police academy should hire you as an instructor."
The kid had barely come down when he couldn't help but shower Ma Jie with compliments. Ma Jie was too eager to save lives to say anything unnecessary.
He immediately shared the number of Simon's men and their firepower with the reinforcements and offered to volunteer for the battle.
In principle, such special circumstances are absolutely discouraged, but the law does not provide a clear boundary to restrict the behavior of hostages.
So once inside the shopping mall, Steve tacitly granted his request.
The precarious situation was instantly reversed. When the SWAT team rushed to the floor where the hostages were located, Simon was still foolishly waiting for good news.
The ensuing battle went extremely smoothly. With his high-level [American Iaijutsu] and the advantage of the terrain, Ma Jieke was able to accurately pick off the kidnappers.
But an unexpected incident still occurred: when the hundreds of hostages saw the two sides exchanging fire, some of them actually stood up and tried to escape.
In this situation, ordinary people's rationality is basically zero. One person can often influence ten people, and ten people can influence a large area.
Ultimately, all the hostages, like a herd of wild animals out of control, screamed and scattered in all directions in the mall, plunging the scene into chaos.
Majesty didn't care about anything else and crouched down to search for Valentina in the crowd.
Soon, a familiar figure flashed past him, but as he moved toward the opposite side, he vaguely sensed a dangerous aura.
In the distance, a pair of eyes filled with boundless hatred were peering through the crowd, staring intently in his direction.
Realizing what the other party intended to do, Ma Jie immediately changed his course and charged straight at him!
Valentina, who spotted him, was completely unaware of the danger and excitedly ran over, calling his name loudly.
Drawn to the sound, Simon Kukas quickly locked onto his target, transforming into a demon from hell. He raised his cold pistol, aimed it at Valentina, and pulled the trigger with a wicked grin.
"Ah!" Ma Jieke roared, his adrenaline surging as his body shot forward like a cannonball, breaking through his limits to sprint toward his opponent.
Bang! A gunshot rang out!
At the critical moment, a dark figure leaped high into the air and pounced on Simon, who was trying to cruelly destroy the flower.
"Awoo!"
With that scream, MaJack finally realized that it was his partner Bruce.
The little guy silently guarded Valentina's side, never leaving her side, and even in the most critical moment, he did not give up the fight because of fear.
Its body was hit by a bullet, and it rolled several times after landing, with blood gushing out from the bullet hole.
"Fuck your mother!"
Before Simon could fire again, he was tackled to the ground by Ma Jie, and the two fell heavily to the ground, rolling and fighting each other.
But he only held out for a few seconds before Ma Jieke found a weakness and countered.
The fists, as big as sandbags, came one after another, pounding into his face with no force whatsoever; the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.
"You bastard, you scum, I'll skin you alive!"
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