Start! The Terminator's Counterattack Chapter 6 Strip Club and Black Market

Chapter 6 Strip Club and Black Market ()

The emergence of Delta Special Anti-Terrorism Force made Fang Senyan realize that there might be a lot of x factors hidden in this world. These x factors were not shown in the original plot of the movie. They might be helpful to him, but they might also cause many restrictions. It can also be inferred that if the strength of the Terminator is inferred only by the plot of the movie, it might lead to very fatal consequences! Because according to the plot of the movie, the heroine was lucky to survive in the end:

If Sarah Connor happened to be at home when the Terminator attacked for the first time, if even one of the thousands of bullets fired by the Terminator could be accurate, if there was no dog barking outside the hotel where the hero and heroine had sex to warn them, if the Terminator was not so stubborn that he had to use a tanker to hit them to death, if the Terminator with the lower body blown off could crawl a little faster, if...

For Fang Senyan, he asked himself that he definitely did not have such good luck as the protagonist of the movie, and it was impossible for so many coincidences to happen in his adventure, so he had to be careful and cautious. The purpose of checking the phone book at this time was not only to find the real Sarah Connor, but also to memorize the addresses of the two unfortunate women in the phone book.

His purpose was actually very simple: the addresses of the two women were also the places where the Terminator must go. If he could make explorations and arrangements in these two places in advance, occupy the geographical advantage at the first time, and try to make tentative contact with the biggest villain in this world, T-800, as long as he could grasp its various ability data, then he would undoubtedly have a great advantage.

After officially determining the future direction of action, Fang Senyan began to prepare for the purchase of weapons. Although it is legal to own guns in the United States and there are corresponding weapon stores, the purchase of guns there is not only complicated procedures, but also requires the police to investigate your bad record before you can get it. Moreover, the purchased guns are "castrated" civilian guns, and the performance in many aspects will be reduced. The manufacturer will make the rifling shallower, reduce the range of the bullet, or change the automatic burst to single shot, etc. To be honest, using the things sold here to protect yourself is almost a joke with your life.

Of course, Fang Senyan was not going to go shopping in such a store. He was targeting the local black market for guns. As long as he was willing to pay enough money, he would definitely be able to get good goods. More importantly, Fang Senyan did not think that these guys who sold black guns would have the idea of ​​calling the police when they encountered an emergency... This would save countless troubles, so what he lacked now was a guide, a local snake who could smoothly lead him into the black market.

So Fang Senyan got on a taxi, threw out twenty dollars and told the driver that he wanted to go to the largest nightclub in the local area. The driver stepped on the accelerator with a male smile that understood, and ten minutes later, he stood in the dance hall of this nightclub called "Carnival".

This dance hall is estimated to be thousands of square meters in size. The harsh music is deafening, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. On the open-air platform in the middle of the dance hall, a woman is almost naked, relying on a steel pipe to make various sexually suggestive movements. Surrounded by men, there is a slowly rotating light ball above Fang Senyan's head. This ball should be made of glass, projecting various colorful lights in all directions.

Fang Senyan sat casually on a sofa in a corner, holding a can of beer in his left hand and half-raising it in front of him, squinting his eyes slightly, looking like a hunter looking for single women. Places like this usually have pimps/cannabis brokers, who are well-informed and greedy for money, like maggots that can penetrate any hole, and are exactly the ideal guides in Fang Senyan's mind.

Soon, someone came uninvited and sat next to Fang Senyan, but it was a woman. The woman had fluffy golden curly hair, a white belly-exposing top, a green rose tattooed on her exposed waist, and a tight black leather miniskirt, revealing two slender legs. She held a lady's cigarette in her mouth, looked at Fang Senyan with a squint and said:

"First time here? I've never seen you before."

How could Fang Senyan be in the mood to flirt with women at this time? He just waved his hand, drank the beer in the can, turned it upside down on the table, and lit a cigarette. This was a subtle way of expressing rejection in Fang Senyan's world. Although the woman could not understand this series of body language, she felt the other party's indifference. She snorted coldly and stood up and walked away.

She walked so straightforwardly, which was somewhat beyond Fang Senyan's expectation. Fang Senyan took a puff of cigarette and was in the mood to admire the woman's twisting waist and hips from behind. In such an environment, he was like a fish in water. Soon he saw a group of men and women on the phone card stand at the bar more than 20 meters away, and they were leaning over to inhale some white powder. He stood up and leaned over there with a slight move in his heart.

Although these men and women were taking drugs, two of them were still quite alert. When they saw Fang Senyan approaching, they stood up and blocked him with their hands clasped in front of their chests. They said hostilely:

"Hey, you're going the wrong way. The bathroom is over there."

Fang Senyan snorted, took out a handful of dollars and said:

"Brother, I just ran out of stock, give me some."

These K-fan addicts are not middlemen sellers. They have prepared enough drugs to have a party here and are preparing to have a good time. How can they resell them to Sheyan? The disappointed group of people waved their hands and said impatiently:

"out, out (get out, get out)"

Sheyan had noticed at this time that there were several people hiding in the darkness around him who were eyeing him - to be precise, the stack of dollars he took out. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he returned to his corner to sit down. Soon a guy with a sinister face came over and said coldly:

"Friend, this is old Harry's place. I don't care if you are a sniper or a nail, you have to stay in peace with me."

I guess everyone knows the meaning of Tiaozi, and Nail is the abbreviation for the other people sent by the black forces to step in. It seems that this "carnival" nightclub is also a piece of fat, and several major gangs also want to take a big bite.

Sheyan took a deep breath from his cigar and puffed out a large cloud of light blue smoke before saying calmly:

"What the hell? I just flew over from Detroit. I heard this place is very good, so I came here to check it out. Is this how a carnival nightclub treats its guests?"

The guy's face darkened, and he looked at Sheyan deeply, then went to pick up a walkie-talkie and seemed to be asking for instructions. Finally, he probably got the instructions from above, and looked at Sheyan again unwillingly before walking away. After this guy left, a thin little man with cockscomb hair and a skull costume came up to chat:

"I heard you want to buy something?"

Fang Senyan said calmly:

"Is there any crack?"

Cocaine hydrochloride is mixed with baking soda and water and heated to remove the chloride ions to create "crack," so called because of the popping and crackling sound often heard when smoking. This kind of drug is quick-acting, highly addictive, and very expensive. The profits are naturally huge. Of course... the sentencing after being caught is also extremely heavy.

After hearing this, Cockscomb Head's expression changed, as if a small character like him only dared to sell some magic, ice, and shaking his head. He didn't dare to get his hands on crack. Hearing what Fang Senyan said, he suddenly felt a little discouraged. But just as he was about to leave, Sheyan dropped a hundred dollars on the table:

"I committed a crime in Detroit and was hunted down. Now I am anxious to find some guys to defend myself. If you can take me to buy some good goods, then this hundred dollars will be yours. Of course, I will give you 10 dollars after the transaction is completed." commission.”

The cockscomb head stared at the one hundred dollars greedily, swallowed his saliva and said:

"According to the rules, you have to show off your bottom before I can take you there."

Fang Senyan impatiently grabbed him and pinned him on the sofa. He took out a large stack of green dollars from his arms and shook them. When he saw that the thickness was tens of thousands, he immediately let it go. Xin nodded and bowed. What he didn't know was that Sheyan only had more than two thousand US dollars in cash on him at this time. Only the top few cards in the stack of money were real, and the bottom ones were all made up of playing cards. However, the lights here were dim and could not be seen. People are dazzled, and it is reasonable for cockscomb heads to be deceived.

Under the leadership of Jiguantou, Fang Senyan arrived at the second floor, then turned around and went down. He then took many detours and went down several flights of stairs, and finally arrived at what should be the second underground floor. It can be seen that this place is obviously heavily guarded. Along the way, they passed two or three turning corridors. In the corners, there were two or three big men standing by the wall, with their hands folded in front of their chests and looking at them with malicious eyes.

Finally, after a simple and professional search, they confirmed that they did not carry any guns or knives, and then arrived at a basement that can be called a firearms display museum. There is a dazzling array of weapons here, but mostly pistols are scattered around. There are only a few semi-automatic weapons and automatic weapons. However, there are only two shotguns that Sheyan wants most.

In the plot of the movie, the flesh and blood of the Terminator is just a cover. It has two main functions. One is to make it easier to hide among the crowd. The second is to enable it to travel through time and space - pure metal products cannot pass through a time machine.

Therefore, if you are fighting a Terminator, ordinary pistol and submachine gun bullets may seem like they can create a shocking visual effect of blood flowing across the battlefield, but in fact they are completely helpless against the Terminator's metal frame and have no actual harmful effect at all. On the other hand, the shotgun, which is incredibly powerful at close range, can explode with huge impact in an instant, causing the Terminator to stop moving.