Chapter 1 The Appearance of the Delta Force

The appearance of the Delta Force anti-terrorist unit made Fang Senyan realize one thing: this world likely harbored a large number of unknown (x) factors. These x factors were not presented in the original movie plot, and might be helpful to him, but could also create various limitations. Similarly, it could be inferred that relying solely on the movie plot to estimate the Terminator's strength could lead to very fatal consequences! Because according to the movie's plot, the heroine's survival at the end was not without its lucky elements:

If Sarah Connor had been home when the Terminator first attacked,

If even one of the thousands of bullets the Terminator fired had hit its mark,

If there hadn't been dogs barking outside the motel where the protagonists were staying to give a warning,

If the Terminator hadn't been so stubborn about trying to run them over with an oil tanker,

If the Terminator, blown in half, had crawled just a little bit faster,

If...

For Fang Senyan, he asked himself if he had the same good luck as the movie's protagonist, or if so many coincidences would occur in his adventures, so he had to be more careful and cautious. And his purpose in 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 unlucky women listed in the phone book.

His goal was actually quite simple: the addresses of these two women were also places the Terminator would inevitably go. If he could scout and prepare in advance at these two locations, seize the geographical advantage, and try to make tentative contact with the biggest antagonist in this world, the T-800, as long as he could grasp its various abilities and data, then he would undoubtedly have a great advantage.

After officially determining the direction of his future actions, Fang Senyan began to prepare for the purchase of weapons. Although it was legal to own guns in the United States, and there were corresponding weapons stores, buying guns there was not only complicated, requiring the police to investigate your criminal record before you could get them, but the guns you bought were also "castrated" civilian guns, with many aspects of their performance degraded. Manufacturers would make the rifling shallower, reduce the range of the bullets, or change the automatic firing mode to single shot, etc. To be honest, using things sold here to protect yourself was almost like playing with your life.

Of course, Fang Senyan didn't plan to shop at such stores. He was aiming at the local black market for firearms, where as long as you were willing to pay enough money, you would definitely be able to get good goods. More importantly, Fang Senyan didn't think that these guys who sold black guns would have the idea of calling the police after encountering a sudden situation... 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 into a taxi, threw out twenty dollars, and told the driver to go to the largest nightclub in the area. The driver stepped on the gas pedal with a knowing smile, and ten minutes later, he was standing in the dance hall of this nightclub called "Carnival."

This dance hall was estimated to be several thousand square meters in size, the piercing music was deafening, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. On the open stage in the center of the dance hall, a scantily clad woman was making all kinds of sexually suggestive movements while leaning on a steel pipe. She was surrounded by men. Above Fang Senyan's head was a slowly rotating light ball, which was probably made of glass, projecting various colorful lights in all directions.

Fang Senyan casually sat on a sofa in a corner, holding a can of beer in his left hand, half-raised in front of him, slightly squinting his eyes, looking like a hunter looking for single women. Places like this usually had pimps/marijuana dealers, these people were well-informed and greedy for money, like ubiquitous maggots, which were the most ideal guides in Fang Senyan's mind.

Soon, someone sat down next to Fang Senyan uninvited. It was a woman. This woman had a head of loose golden curls, a white crop top on her upper body, a blue rose tattooed on her bare waist, and a pair of tight black leather shorts on her lower body, revealing her slender legs. She held a cigarette in her mouth, squinted at Fang Senyan, and said:

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

Fang Senyan was in no mood to flirt at this time. He waved his hand directly, drank the beer in the can, turned it upside down and placed it on the table, and then lit a cigarette. In Fang Senyan's world, this set of actions was a subtle way of expressing rejection. Although the woman did not understand this series of body language, she felt the other party's indifference, snorted coldly, stood up, and walked away.

Her decisive departure was somewhat beyond Fang Senyan's expectations. Fang Senyan took a puff of his cigarette and instead had the mood to appreciate the woman's twisting waist and hips from behind. In this kind of environment, he was quite at ease. He soon saw a group of men and women at the bar more than twenty meters away, spreading some white powder on a telephone card and then leaning over to snort it. His heart stirred slightly, and he stood up and walked over there.

Although these men and women were using drugs, two of them were quite vigilant. As soon as they saw Fang Senyan approaching, they stood up, crossed their arms, and blocked his way. They said with hostility:

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

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

"Brothers, I just ran out. Give me some goods."

These K-powder junkies were not middle men. They prepared enough drugs to have a good time at this party, so how could they resell them to Fang Senyan? Annoyed, these people waved their hands impatiently and said:

"Out, out."

Fang Senyan had already noticed at this time that several people hidden in the darkness were staring at him--accurately speaking, at the stack of dollars he had taken out. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He returned to his corner and sat down. Soon, a guy with a face full of horizontal scars walked over and said coldly:

"Friend, this is Old Harry's place. I don't care if you're a cop or a spy, you better behave yourself."

The meaning of "cop" was probably very clear to everyone. "Spy" was a shorthand for people sent by other black forces to scout the area. It seemed that this "Carnival" nightclub was also a piece of fat meat, and several major gangs all wanted to take a big bite.

Fang Senyan took a deep puff of his cigar and only said lightly after exhaling a large cloud of light blue smoke:

"What cop, what spy? I just flew in from Detroit. I heard this place was very good, so I came to take a look. Is this how Carnival Nightclub treats its guests?"

The guy's face darkened. He gave Fang Senyan a deep look, then went to the side and picked up a walkie-talkie, seemingly asking for instructions. Finally, after probably getting instructions from above, he reluctantly gave Fang Senyan another look before walking away. After this guy left, a thin little guy with a rooster comb haircut and wearing a skull outfit came up to chat:

"I heard you want to buy goods?"

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"Do you have crack?"

Mixing cocaine hydrochloride with baking soda and water and heating it to remove chloride ions yields "crack." It is called this because a cracking sound is often heard when it is smoked. This drug takes effect quickly, is highly addictive, and is very expensive. The profit is naturally huge, and of course... the sentence after being caught is also extremely severe.

The rooster head's expression changed after hearing this. It seemed that this kind of small character only dared to sell Ma Gu, Ice (meth), and Yaotou Wan (ecstasy). He didn't dare to touch crack. Hearing what Fang Senyan said, he immediately wanted to back down. But just as he was about to leave, Fang Senyan threw a hundred dollars on the table:

"I got into trouble in Detroit and I'm being hunted down. I'm in a hurry to find some guys to defend myself. If you can take me to buy some good goods, then this hundred dollars is yours. Of course, after the deal is done, I will also give you a 10% commission."

The rooster head greedily stared at the hundred dollars and swallowed his saliva. He said:

"According to the rules, you have to show me your hand first before I can take you there."

Fang Senyan impatiently grabbed him, pressed him onto the sofa, took out a large stack of thick green dollars from his arms and shook it. When the rooster head saw the thickness, it was at least tens of thousands, and he immediately felt relieved and bowed and scraped. He didn't know that Fang Senyan only had more than two thousand dollars in cash on him at this time. Only the top few bills in that stack of money were real. The ones below were all an illusion made with a deck of playing cards. However, the light here was dim, dazzling people, so it was reasonable for the rooster head to be deceived.

Under the leadership of the rooster head, Fang Senyan came to the second floor, then turned a corner and went down, and repeatedly detoured a lot before going down several floors of stairs. Finally, they arrived at what should be the second basement level. It could be seen that the security here was obviously tight. Along the way, they passed two or three winding corridors, with two to three burly men standing by the wall at each corner, looking at them with unkind eyes.

Finally, after a simple and professional search to confirm that they were not carrying guns and knives, they came to a basement that could be called a gun display museum. The weapons here were dazzling, but mostly scattered handguns. There were only a few semi-automatic and automatic weapons, and there were only two shotguns, which Fang Senyan wanted the most.

In the movie plot, the Terminator's flesh and blood is just a cover. Its main functions are twofold: one is to make it easier to blend in with the crowd, and the other is to enable it to travel through time--pure metal products cannot pass through the time machine.

So if you fight with the Terminator, ordinary pistol and submachine gun bullets may seem to be able to create a shocking visual effect of blood flowing, but they are completely helpless against the Terminator's metal skeleton and have no substantial damage effect at all. On the other hand, shotguns with amazing power at close range can explode with huge impact in an instant, causing the Terminator to have a momentary pause in its actions.

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