Mavi took the M4 rifle and immediately noticed how heavy the real gun was. The rifle itself weighed 4 kilograms, and with the addition of a 30-round magazine weighing 4.4 kilograms, the total came to 8.4 kilograms—roughly the weight of a small sack of rice. In his previous life, his only experience with the M4 carbine had been in playing Counter-Strike.
"Uh... first, put on the earmuffs, then spread your legs apart. Press the stock firmly against your shoulder, keep your elbows level with your shoulders, and hold the muzzle at a 90-degree angle to your body..." Emma instructed, but her mind was entirely preoccupied with the fate of the $500,000 Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren in front of them.
Such a stylish and flashy sports car—it was brand new, with spotless tires, clearly never driven. And now, it was about to be shot to pieces! Even as a bystander, Emma couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret, even heartache.
The same sentiment was shared by the group of instructors standing outside. None of them could bear to watch such a magnificent vehicle be destroyed by an M4 assault rifle.
Yet, human nature is complicated. As much as they felt reluctant, a part of them also anticipated the thrilling spectacle of a luxury car being riddled with bullets. After all, none of them had ever witnessed such a thing in real life.
Eight seconds later, Mavi, with the M4 rifle shouldered, pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A sharp gunshot rang out! The 5.56mm caliber muzzle instantly erupted with a flash of fire!
Almost simultaneously, sixty meters away, the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren's window shattered into tiny fragments!
The bullet had precisely pierced through the left and right doors of the car, causing the tempered glass to shatter on impact.
Despite being strong and durable, the car's reinforced glass was no match for the sheer force of the bullet. It disintegrated like brittle tofu under the violent impact of the metal projectile. Unlike regular glass, tempered glass is designed to shatter into tiny pieces when broken.
"Oh my God..." Emma gasped as she watched the car window shatter before her eyes. The world suddenly seemed a little too crazy.
In all her years as an instructor at the shooting club, she had never seen a customer like Mavi—someone so wealthy and reckless that they used a brand-new luxury sports car as target practice.
But just as she was still in shock, Mavi, gripping the M4 carbine, continued to pull the trigger. Within moments, he had fired more than ten rounds, shattering all the remaining windows of the Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
The deafening gunfire echoed continuously from the M4's muzzle. Emma and the other instructors stood frozen in place, watching Mavi reduce a $550,000 supercar to a pile of wreckage.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
By the time the M4 assault rifle had expended all 30 rounds, Emma saw that the car's once-glorious silver exterior was now riddled with unsightly bullet holes.
Mavi exhaled as he lowered the carbine. His shoulder, where the stock had pressed against him, ached with a numb sensation. The recoil of a real firearm was no joke. A weaker person—especially a woman—could easily injure themselves from the force of just one shot.
The lingering scent of gunpowder filled the air around him, sending a rush of adrenaline through his entire body.
The shooting club instructors, standing at a distance, stared in stunned silence at the half-destroyed Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren.
"Am I seeing things? Did this $500,000 Mercedes just get totaled like that?" One of the instructors muttered in disbelief. He had seen plenty of rich customers come to the club to shoot, but never one who treated their own half-million-dollar car as a disposable target. $550,000 was more than ten years' worth of bonuses for each of them!
Mavi didn't care what the instructors thought. After warming up with the M4, the gun he truly wanted to try next was the M2 Browning Machine Gun!
The M2 Browning heavy machine gun was a standard weapon of the U.S. Marine Corps and one of the five most powerful heavy machine guns in the world. It frequently appeared in movies, mounted on firebases, armored vehicles, and tanks.
This machine gun used 12.7 × 99mm rounds, each nearly as long as a human palm, categorized as large-caliber ammunition. The power of a single shot was staggering! Each bullet cost around $9.
In other words, given the M2's maximum firing rate of 580 rounds per minute, a single minute of continuous fire would cost Mavi $5,200!
The M2 Browning weighed a hefty 38 kilograms, requiring a 20-kilogram M3 tripod for stability and to handle its intense recoil.
Mavi stepped forward, gripping the two cylindrical handles at the back of the massive black machine gun. The cold metal carried a weighty, almost overwhelming presence, filling him with excitement. He couldn't help but grin.
After Emma finished explaining the machine gun's operation, Mavi eagerly put on his protective goggles, crouched down, and squinted at his target before pulling the trigger.
Boom!
A massive gunshot exploded, accompanied by an even brighter muzzle flash than the M4's! The bullet tore through the air with unstoppable force before slamming into the silver Mercedes-Benz's door.
Bang!
The sheer impact shredded a chunk of the car door. Compared to the M4 assault rifle, the M2 was in an entirely different league—absolute, merciless devastation!
Mavi examined the gaping hole in the car door, then clenched his teeth and switched the M2 Browning from semi-automatic to full-auto mode. Now, he could go all out!
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
The machine gun roared, sending deafening gunfire echoing throughout the shooting range. Thick, acrid smoke spewed from the blazing muzzle.
Emma and the other club instructors stood frozen, their eyes fixed on Mavi as he systematically tore the luxury car apart piece by piece.
The exquisite headlights exploded into fragments, scattering across the floor. The tires were obliterated in an instant.
Each impact caused the car to tremble—not like a simple shake, but a violent shudder from being literally blown apart with every bullet.
Thirty-five seconds later, a full 250-round belt of 12.7 × 99mm rounds was completely spent. Still unsatisfied, Mavi immediately signaled his bodyguards to reload. Another belt was swiftly mounted, and he resumed firing.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Mavi had no idea how long he kept shooting. All he knew was that as soon as one ammo belt was depleted, another was loaded, and the destruction continued.
Eventually, the club's owner, Mike, hesitantly stepped forward, his face full of regret as he apologized, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Mavi! We've completely run out of .50 caliber ammunition. Perhaps you'd like to try some of our other machine guns?"