Almighty painter

Chapter 918 The Real Titanic (Part )

"No!"

This involuntary exclamation was actually uttered subconsciously by "Peter".

People who didn't know the situation would only hear this subconscious cry and might think that he was not a kidnapper or a killer, but an enthusiastic sailor who wanted to do something heroic with an automatic rifle.

Peter lay on the ground and witnessed the entire scene of Miss Elena jumping into the sea through the gap in the metal bracket.

He never fired.

Miss Elena shot at him furiously.

He just lowered his head and waited quietly.

The magazine capacity of a Beretta 92F pistol is slightly larger than that of an ordinary pistol, but it only holds 15 rounds. This means that even if the opponent has not fired a single bullet before, he can only fire fifteen shots at this moment.

After the fight.

Even the spare magazine must be replaced. This is a cold and hard rule that leaves no room for maneuver.

If he rushes out like this, how will this guy have the chance to retreat and reload his bullets?

She fired, then stopped.

After that.

"Peter" was in complete control of the situation.

At the current firing rate, this would definitely happen within ten seconds.

Ten seconds.

He could still afford to wait, and everything could be carried out as planned.

Faced with a woman's crazy behavior.

"Peter" was a little surprised, but more of a disdainful one. He thought Anna Elena was a lunatic, a hysterical woman who completely collapsed under pressure.

In his heart.

There are two ways for women to show their breakdown.

One is helpless howling.

One is a neurotic rampage where one quarrels and smashes everything in the house.

Anna Elena embodies the latter.

However, there is a limit to what can be broken after they smashed the mirror, broke the mug, and knocked spider webs out of the TV screen.

after all.

They still have to face the awkward silence.

What "Peter" was waiting for was the awkward silence after all fifteen bullets were used up.

"Peter" felt a little strange.

The lightning moment passed quickly.

The gunfire stopped after a moment.

"Peter" put the strange feeling behind him, crouched with his rifle in hand, and quickly stood up and dodged like a cheetah hunting.

A disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Peter" was stunned for a moment.

He saw the other person, who was leaning against the side of the ship, glancing quickly in his direction with an extremely contemptuous smile on his face.

A person who is extremely helpless and desperate because he has run out of bullets.

Will you show such a peaceful smile?
He realized why he felt strange just now.

The opponent's gunfire was too calm and rhythmic.

This guy fired at a rate of almost one round per second, with amazing stability, as if he was beating out to the beat of a piano metronome at a slower rate.

A hysterical person should not be so stable.

A hysterical person shouldn't have a smile like that.

Her gunshot.

Her smile.

All with a strong sense of purpose.

She played the "music" with her own hands with a purpose, rather than frantically hitting the piano keys out of crazy passion.

"Peter" doesn't understand what Anna's purpose is.

As a soldier, his first reaction was to wonder if the other party had left one or two bullets.

The gunshots just now might be less than 15. Was the other party trying to lure him out and play a Western-style game of "Who's the Quickest Shooter?"

Peter was about to continue lying down.

Miss Elena's body bent like a puppet blown by the sea breeze and fell into the sea behind her.

He got it.

That smile actually says—

"If you look down on me, I'll make you pay."
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"No! No Noo..."

Peter screamed in despair, this was not what he had imagined.

He had a complete plan. With such a good opportunity and such careful arrangements, he didn't want the target to simply jump into the sea.

"Peter" has a gun.

The question is, how can he stop a man trying to jump from the deck into the sea with a G36 automatic rifle?
After a moment of confusion.

"Peter" quickly rushed to the side, squinting his eyes and trying to find the woman's figure in the waves.

On the sea, he saw three things that were expanding from white paint buckets. Their shapes resembled orange octagonal camping tents floating on the sea.

"Peter" suddenly realized.

Anna always wanted to take her destiny into her own hands.

"Throwable emergency inflatable life raft" - it is Miss Elena's final Plan C.

Peter was filled with anger at being fooled.

He raised his rifle in anger.

"Da da da."

"Peter" no longer had any way to carry out a perfect murder. As the hostage disobediently jumped into the sea, his kidnapping plan had come to nothing.

In this situation, if you jump into the sea, the probability of survival is only about 10%.

"Peter" doesn't know.

What he knew was that rather than letting the target slip away without knowing whether he was dead or alive, he had to at least make sure that the other person was really dead.

"Peter" was filled with anger and fired the G36 rifle in his hand towards the sea.

White water columns more than one meter high kept rising on the sea surface and connected into one.

Peter narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to see red blood dyeing the sea red.

It's hard.

It was night time now, and the sea was dark and deep. If there was blood coming out, he might not be able to see it. In his anxiety, he was not sure of Miss Elena's exact location.

The other person's moon-white skirt was like a jellyfish swimming in the deep sea, flashing under the waves and then disappearing.

"Peter" couldn't get tracer bullets containing magnesium, a metal that emits a bright sheen when burned, into his magazine, so he couldn't adjust the muzzle according to the trajectory when shooting at night.

It was even difficult for him to confirm his own ballistic trajectory.

Peter doesn't care.

He stared at the general direction, letting the flame of shame in his heart dominate him. He pressed his shoulder against the rifle and kept shooting, like a child swinging a sledgehammer, wanting to smash everything on the sea into pieces.

Ding!
The last bullet was fired and the bolt made a crisp sound of empty chamber.

When the rate of fire of a modern automatic rifle is adjusted to automatic mode, the rate of fire is not slower than that of many machine guns, and it only takes a moment to empty twenty or thirty rounds of bullets.

"Peter" pressed the release button and flicked it, allowing the empty magazine to fall gracefully toward the deck under the action of gravity.

Reach your right hand behind your waist.

He went to get the second spare magazine.

A fatal sense of crisis swept through Peter's heart, causing his pili muscles to contract involuntarily.

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

A young man with blood on his shirt was standing like a ghost less than ten meters away from him. He flashed out from the side of the metal bracket, holding a pistol in both hands.

There was an awkward silence for a thousandth of a second.

"Peter" subconsciously wanted to lift the gun. The magazine was already loaded, and the gunpowder gas from the last bullet would automatically push the firing pin back to the top.

No more pulling the leash is needed.

Just press the empty chamber release button.

"Don't--"

The middle-aged man subconsciously wanted to say something.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang. Bang.

……
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"You Jump, I Jump!"

——James Cameron, Titanic, 1997
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The cold sea water stung Anna's body and she shivered involuntarily the moment she entered the water.

Midnight at the end of July.

The sea water temperature was much lower than Anna had imagined. She almost had cramps for a moment, and the sea water cut into the woman's body like a knife.

Anna was much calmer than she had expected.

Life raft.

Miss Elena noticed the sign for an "emergency life raft" mounted on the side of the ship.

She had a thought at that moment: if there was nowhere to escape, perhaps they could be of use.

What Anna most wanted to use was the lifeboat hanging on the side of the ship in front.

This is no longer the age of the Titanic.

Modern rigid lifeboats are much more advanced. They are basically small boats with a fully enclosed design. They are equipped with radar, a GPS locator, a keel that can withstand strong winds and huge waves and can automatically right itself even if overturned. They also have a marine motor.

Very safe.

Therefore.

A special slide rail crane is required for its lifting and lowering.

A ship of this size can still float for an hour or two if it hits an iceberg. After the captain gives the order to abandon ship, there is enough time to release the lifeboat.

Neither she nor Gu Weijing had the time.

In just half a minute, Miss Elena only had enough time to turn and pull out the release pin on one side with one hand, causing the two or three gasoline barrel-like buoyancy rafts to be launched into the sea.

The water was freezing cold.

Anna struggled to get her head out of the water and slid hard with her hands.

Even if you get on the life raft, what can you do?

She didn't know how far the freighter was from the shore. Liu Ziming wanted to stay away from the city, so he had long lost sight of Singapore.

There is endless water all around.

It is very easy to find a 6-ton ship, but it is very easy to find an unpowered raft with an area of ​​only five or six square meters.

Looking for a needle in a haystack.

Once people know that she fell into the water, perhaps nearby countries will send military aircraft to search for her.

But if the plane flies a little higher, the life raft will be mixed with the reflection of the sea surface and will be impossible to identify.

That had to be during the day.

It's late at night now.

In the best case scenario, it will still be a long time before dawn.

No.

For Anna, being able to get on that raft was the best possible scenario.

Able to board a life raft.

She could still wait for dawn and hope for luck to be kind to her.

If she couldn't get on the raft, she would be dead for sure.

Their family has their own blue water yacht. Let alone a large boat, falling off a small yacht on a rough night is extremely dangerous.

The sea water rolled up two waves at random.

You can't swim back, and that's while you're at anchor.

Miss Irena did not tell the young painter her plan.

This is the end of Anna.

This is not Gu Weijing’s ending.

He has his own life, his own ideals, and many safer choices.

The robbers may not have the energy to search the whole ship for him. Even if they find him, if they use the $100 million well, they may be able to negotiate a deal.

"Oh, I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot to remind him to destroy the mnemonic phrase after he memorized it."

Hopefully he won't be stupid about this.

Remember to throw the letter into the sea when you escape.

pity.

She had written that letter so carefully, so seriously... Never mind, let it just sink into the sea together.

Miss Elena tried her best to take in water from the chemical tablets and began to swim towards the automatically inflated life raft.

suddenly.

Anna sank into the water.

Miss Elena suppressed her desire to rush to the surface of the water and let gravity carry her body to the endless seabed.

The bullet hit right beside her, making a sound like a naughty child skipping a stone on the water. Anna could even feel the waves caused by the expanding cavity after the bullet entered the sea water caressing her hair.

After the bullet enters the water, it will lose most of its kinetic energy as it rolls and becomes unstable.

A large-caliber 12.7mm rifle bullet is also difficult to be lethal 1 meter below the water surface.

Anna exhaled.

Take off your shoes by the way.

The woman resurfaced only when the chest tightness became unbearable and she continued to struggle and try to swim towards the life raft.

Just this short episode.

The raft closest to Anna among the several rafts still drifted a few meters away.

Miss Elena fluttered twice.

Spending most of their time in trees, these slow-moving sloths can swim.

Two-toed sloths are not as good at swimming as their three-toed relatives, which need to migrate along the Amazon River, and they may encounter heavy rains and floods in the South American rainforests.

Even if it falls into the water, it can still flap its claws and flutter around.

So does Anna.

The fact that Miss Elena can swim is just like the fact that Miss Elena can dance.

Just jump.

She can dance, and maybe she can dance well, but if you dare ask her to perform a hip-hop dance on the spot, Miss Elena will beat you with her cane.

Swimming.

Being able to swim, being able to swim in a swimming pool, and being able to fall into the water for a short time without drowning, does not mean that you can swim in a rough sea.

Anna took a shower in the hotel and asked Secretary Elliot to accompany her.

If she wanted to use the large bathtub in the manor, a personal maid would be waiting by the side with a towel.

The probability of Miss Elena choking and drowning in her own bathtub is small but not zero.

Anna made the best choice she thought she could make.

After swimming twice more.

She finally admitted that with her flapping ability, which was slower than that of a sloth, it was probably impossible for her to swim to the life raft over there.

then.

She stopped, turned over, and lay on the sea, letting the buoyancy of the sea water support her body and float.

This is the most energy-saving posture.

If you keep your balance, you can float in the sea as long as possible.

“Like Ophelia.”

Anna thought about the famous paintings of the Pre-Raphaelite painters.

It also originated from Shakespeare's plays.

The insane heroine of "Hamlet" slipped and fell into the waves and drowned. In the "oil painting", the water and flowers dragged the woman's body floating, floating, and floating.

Drift to the end of time.

Just like falling asleep.

And her will to survive made her make a final stubborn struggle, but she knew that she would either drown in the sea or be pierced through the body by a bullet.

Than the painful drowning.

The latter may be a more comfortable outcome.

Miss Elena looked up at the sky. There was not a single star in the sky tonight.

So she closed her eyes.

She remembered the night when she read The Little Prince to others.

"Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ask that question—"

"you……"

"Little Painter, do you know Detective Cat?"

(End of this chapter)