The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 45 Shooting

The chiropteran creature lured by the ultrasonic generator was dizzy due to the vibration and roar on Li Ang's body, and had to lie dormant against the wall, layer upon layer, covering the hall airtightly.

"That's right, Miss Rachel Dawes, the light of the Gotham Prosecutor's Office who has risen to fame recently and closed several major cases in a row."

Li Ang watched with satisfaction as Batman stopped what he was doing, his burly body froze in place,

"Mr. Richard Sapa deliberately sent his men to kidnap Rachel Dawes tonight in order to prevent the reconstruction of Gotham Port by Mr. Bruce Wayne. Miss Rachel over there."

Li Ang looked at Batman, and said in a soft voice that only the other party could hear: "I tied her hands and feet with a rope, hung her upside down on the beam outside the warehouse, and placed a wooden barrel under her head." , The current rainfall is about 35 milliliters per hour, calculating the time, the accumulated water in the wooden barrel almost covered her nose, and she should have suffocated to death in a few minutes."

Batman trembled slightly, suppressing the roar in his throat, and punched Li Ang's forehead with both fists.

Li Ang suddenly felt the pressure increase, he narrowly dodged the attack, and said hastily and quickly: "Of course you can continue to stalemate and drag me until I am exhausted and unable to resist, but at least it will be after hundreds of moves. Let me tell you, Miss Rachel can't wait so long. Are you going to waste time here with me, or get out of the battle immediately to save a completely innocent good man with a bright future?"

Batman's panting was extremely heavy. He glanced at the desperately desperate Richard's wife and children out of the corner of his eye. Finally, he lowered his solemn head, stopped his attack, and jumped out from the broken floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall. His figure was completely Hidden in the boundless rainstorm.

Li Ang let out a long breath. He clearly felt that the lactic acid content in his muscle cells had exceeded the standard, and there was no place on his body that was not sore. As long as the other party persisted, he would lose strength and fall to the ground.

Where did Li Ang find Rachel Dawes, it was just an impromptu bluffing excuse, if Batman really cared, it would be a mess.

He leaned over to the window sill to take a look, and after confirming that Batman was going to the warehouse, he rushed out of the hall, got on the truck and stepped on the accelerator to drive away.

The van was carrying US dollar bills and gold and galloped through the dense forest. Li Ang drove all the way to the place where the MiG-24 crashed, and got out of the car to inspect the wreckage that was still smoking.

Because of the strong explosion, one of the two pods of the Hind Helicopter was severely shattered, and the outer steel shell was scorched by flames until it curled hotly. Li Ang carefully chopped off the iron shell with a hand axe.A Yak-b model high-rev 4-barrel Gatling machine gun was roughly pulled out of it.

The MiG-24 itself was made in the Soviet Union, and the Yak-b is naturally a Maozi product. It is 1.3 meters long, simple and powerful in shape, huge, dark and reliable, rough and strong. When it is dragged out, it carries the cold air from Siberia.

The most interesting thing about this machine gun is that it is an internal energy transfer tube weapon. The transfer tube does not need to be driven by electricity, but is realized by the high pressure generated by the gunpowder to drive the piston barrel back and forth. This means that as long as Li Ang attaches the machine gun With the remote control device removed, this Yak-b is equivalent to a completely independent machine gun.

It weighs 45 kilograms, and each 12.7mm caliber bullet it uses weighs more than 130 grams. There are about 400 rounds left in the ammunition chain, and the total weight is nearly [-] kilograms. Get on the truck, don't dare to rest and drive directly to the coastal road that must pass through to the city.

He didn't go off on the road, he found an unfenced hillside, parked his car in a remote place, and climbed up the steep slope with the machine gun on his shoulder.

The thunder roared, and the torrential rain swept across Li Ang's body. He put the machine gun and ammunition belt behind the huge rock close to the cliff, and bent down to wait for Batman to arrive.

The Qihaiqiao acupoint could no longer squeeze any energy, because of the cold that penetrated into his bones, his face was almost bloodless, and the rainwater entered the neckline along the lines on the hood of the raincoat, completely soaking the shirt.

The torrential rain was torrential, and the road below was blurred into a blue belt in the vast water vapor, winding around the city.

Finally, he came.

In the night, a black motorcycle with a strange shape stared at the headlights of Huanghuang, cutting the rain curtain like a sharp sword.

The tires of this motorcycle were huge and thick, and the body was flat and flat. The cloaked, lone driver lay low on it, galloping wildly.

Li Ang took a deep breath, straightened up, knelt down on one knee, pressed the rear slot of the machine gun on his knees, the ammunition chain was hanging aside, and pressed the start button of the Yak-b with his fingers.

Can a normal person operate a high-speed four-tube Gatling weighing nearly 50 kilograms without relying on any mechanical support?
For Leon, the answer to this question is yes.

The gun barrel began to rotate, and the crystal raindrops falling on it broke and scattered. If you use a high-speed camera to record this second, you can clearly see the gunpowder gas rushing and roaring, the gears biting and meshing, the movement box responding to the rotation, and the energy storage torque. The spring attracts the electromagnet, and finally instructs the machine gun to form a cyclic firing.

It's extremely complicated to say, but this is the beauty of industrial design. All parts operate in an orderly manner in a pre-designed situation, and all Li Ang has to pay is the trivial process of "targeting".

The tiger's mouth was trembling and numb, and his knees were so stiff that they were about to split. In just a few minutes, hundreds of bullets had been poured out.

Urban people living in peaceful times are devastated by video games and entertainment movies, and they always ignore the power of firearms. In fact, the 12.7mm caliber bullet was not designed to kill the human body from the beginning, and its hostile target is always " missiles are capable of penetrating armored targets that small caliber bullets cannot penetrate”

In other words, the permanent target of the 12.7mm bullet is an armored vehicle with steel and iron bones, not a motorcycle with no armor at all.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the bullet chain hit Batman's landline, causing it to roll and break through the steel railings of the coastal road, producing a huge explosion on the sea, which was still clearly visible even in the night.

"Are you dead?"

Li Ang narrowed his eyes, trying to see clearly through the thick rain curtain.

The rapid siren blared from far to near, and those red and blue gradient police lights galloped forward, surrounding the road railing that the bat motorcycle had crashed into. On the other side, he climbed the rocky gap down to the road, returned to the driver's seat of the van, and drove leisurely and comfortably past the Gotham Street where he knew nothing, and drove towards the city center.

(End of this chapter)