The appearance of the Delta Special Anti-Terrorist Task Force made Sheyan realize one thing. This world is very likely to have a large number of X factors. These X factors were not presented in the movie's original plot. They may be helpful to him, but at the same time, they may also cause many restrictions. It can also be inferred that if the movie's plot was used to determine the Terminator's strength, it may lead to very fatal consequences! Because according to the movie's plot, the female lead's survival was not without an element of luck.
If Sarah Connor was coincidentally at home during the Terminator's first attack,
If even one of the thousands of bullets fired by the Terminator was accurate,
If there was no dog barking outside the hotel where the male and female leads were having sex,
If the Terminator was not so stubborn as to use an oil tanker to kill them,
If the lower half of the Terminator's body was blown up, if his crawling speed was just a little bit faster,
If … …
To Sheyan, he knew that he definitely did not have the luck of the female lead, and it was also impossible for so many coincidences to occur during his adventures. Therefore, he had to be more careful, more cautious. The purpose of him checking the phone book was not only to find the real Sarah Connor, but also to memorize the addresses of the two unlucky women.
His purpose was actually very simple: the addresses of the two women were also the places where the Terminator would definitely go. If he could scout these two places in advance, he would be able to take advantage of the geographical advantage and try to probe the T-800, the biggest antagonist of this world. As long as he could grasp the data of its various abilities, then he would undoubtedly have a great advantage.
After confirming his future course of action, Sheyan began to prepare for the issue of purchasing weapons. Although it was legal to own a gun in America, and there were corresponding weapon stores, buying a gun there was not only complicated procedures, but also required the police to investigate your bad record before you could obtain it. Moreover, the purchased firearms were all "castrated" civilian firearms, many of their functions would be reduced. The manufacturers would make the rifling shallower, reduce the range of the bullets, or change the automatic burst to single shot etc … … To be honest, using the weapons sold here to protect oneself was practically a joke.
Of course, Sheyan did not plan to shop at such stores. Instead, he aimed for the local firearms black market. As long as he was willing to pay enough money, he would definitely be able to get good stuff. More importantly, Sheyan didn't think these black market dealers would have the intention of calling the police ….. that would save him a lot of trouble. Therefore, what he lacked now was a guide, a local snake that could smoothly bring him into the black market.
Sheyan boarded a taxi and tossed 20 dollars to the driver, telling him he wanted to go to the biggest nightclub in the area. The driver smiled knowingly and stepped on the accelerator. 10 minutes later, he was standing in the middle of a nightclub called 'Carnival'.
This nightclub was estimated to be thousands of square meters in size. The piercing music was deafening, and the air was filled with the stench of alcohol and sweat. In the middle of the nightclub was an almost naked woman, leaning on a steel pipe and making all sorts of suggestive movements. Surrounding her were men. Above Sheyan's head was a slowly rotating ball of light. This ball was probably made of glass, as it projected all sorts of colourful rays in all directions.
Sheyan casually sat on a sofa in a corner, his left hand holding a can of beer in front of him. He slightly squinted his eyes, looking like a hunter looking for a single woman. This sort of place usually had brokers selling marijuana. These people were well-informed and greedy, like maggots that could enter any opening. They were the ideal guide in Sheyan's heart.
Very quickly, an uninvited person sat beside Sheyan. It was a woman. This woman had a head of fluffy golden curly hair. She wore a white midriff-baring top with a green rose tattoo on her waist. She wore a tight black leather miniskirt that revealed her two slender legs. She held a lady's cigarette in her mouth as she glanced at Sheyan and said.
"First time here? I've never seen you before. " “
How could Sheyan be in the mood to strike up a conversation? He directly waved his hand, draining the can of beer and placing it on the table. He then lit up a cigarette. In Sheyan's world, this was an implicit rejection. Although the woman could not understand this series of body language, she could feel the other party's indifference. She snorted coldly, stood up and walked away.
Her straightforwardness was somewhat out of Sheyan's expectations. Sheyan took a puff of his cigarette, and instead had the mood to admire the woman's swaying waist and buttocks from behind. In this kind of environment, he was like a fish in water. Very quickly, he saw a group of men and women at the bar counter 20 metres away. They were pouring some white powder on the phone card stall, and were inhaling it. His heart slightly stirred, he stood up and moved over.
Although these men and women were taking drugs, two of them were still quite alert. Once they saw Sheyan approaching, they stood up and crossed their arms in front of their chest. They spoke with hostility.
"Hey, you're going the wrong way, the washroom is over there."
Sheyan snorted, pulling out a stack of US dollars and said.
"Brother, I'm just out of stock, give me some." “
These K powder addicts weren't middlemen, they prepared enough drugs to have a good time here, why would they sell it to Sheyan? " The group of people who were disappointed waved their hands impatiently.
"OUT, OUT (Scram scram scram)"
Sheyan had already noticed, there were several people hiding in the shadows staring at him. More accurately, they were staring at the stack of US dollars. His lips curled into a sneer, returning to his corner and sitting down. Not long after, a fierce-looking guy walked over, coldly saying.
"Friend, this is old Harry's place, I don't care if you're a cop or a nail, you better know your place." “
Everyone was clear on the meaning of 'cop', 'nail' was a term used by other gangs to scout the place. It seems like this' Carnival 'nightclub was a piece of fat meat, several gangs wanted to take a bite out of it.
Sheyan took a deep puff of his cigar, puffing out a large cloud of light blue smoke before speaking.
"What cop or nail? I just flew over from Detroit, I heard this place is not bad so I specially came to take a look. Is this how the Carnival nightclub treats its customers? “
The guy's face turned gloomy. He took a deep look at Sheyan, then went to the side to pick up a walkie-talkie, seemingly asking for instructions. After receiving the instructions from the higher-ups, he looked at Sheyan unwillingly before walking away. After this guy left, a skinny and frail little man with a mohawk and a skeleton costume came up to strike up a conversation with him.
"I heard you want to buy goods? “
Sheyan calmly replied.
"Do you have crack?"
Mixing cocaine hydrochloride with soda and water, heating it up to remove the chloride ions, then it becomes' crack '. The reason why it is called that is because when inhaling it, one would often hear crackling sounds. This type of drug was quick to take effect, highly addictive, and expensive. The profits were naturally huge, of course ….. once caught, the sentence would be extremely heavy.
After hearing this, the mohawk guy's face changed. For a small character like him, he only dared to sell Magu, Ice (Poison), Shake Head (Pills) etc. Crack was something he didn't dare to touch, after hearing Sheyan's words, his heart was beating like a drum of retreat. But just as he was about to leave, Sheyan tossed a hundred dollars onto the table.
"I committed a crime in Detroit and was being hunted down. Now I'm in a hurry to find something to defend myself. If you can take me to buy some good stuff, then this hundred dollars is yours. Of course, I'll give you a 10% commission after the deal."
The mohawk guy greedily stared at the hundred dollars, swallowing his saliva.
"According to the rules, you have to first show me your background before I can bring you. “
Sheyan impatiently pulled him over and pressed him onto the sofa. He then fished out a thick stack of green dollar bills and waved it around. Mohawk could tell the thickness was at least a few tens of thousands. He immediately relaxed and nodded his head subserviently. What he didn't know was that Sheyan only had a little over 2000 USD on him. Only the top few bills were real, the rest was a deck of poker cards. However, the lighting here was dim and dazzling, so it was reasonable for Mohawk to be fooled.
Under the lead of the mohawk guy, Sheyan arrived at the second floor. They then turned a corner and went down several flights of stairs. Finally they arrived at the second basement floor. It was obvious that this place was heavily guarded. Along the way, they passed through two or three corridors. At each corner, there were two to three large men standing by the wall. Their arms were crossed in front of their chest, and they were sizing them up with malicious intent.
Finally, after a simple and professional search, they confirmed that they did not carry any guns or knives. They then arrived at a basement that could be called a gun museum. There was a dazzling array of weapons here, but most of them were handguns scattered around. Semi-automatic weapons and automatic weapons were few in number, and the shotguns that Sheyan wanted the most were only 2.
In the movie plot, the Terminator's flesh was only a layer of cover. There were two main uses. One was to easily blend in with the crowd. Two was to allow it to travel through time and space. Pure metal products were unable to pass through time machines.
Therefore, if it was a battle with the Terminator, ordinary handguns and submachine gun bullets could cause blood to flow. But in reality, it was completely useless against the Terminator's metallic skeleton. It did not have any substantial damage. But at close range, a shotgun could explode with a huge impact, causing the Terminator's movement to stagnate.
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