Chapter 10: The Tragic Terminator, T-800!
At the base of Griffith Observatory, on Observatory Drive.
Terminator T-800 had finally stolen a car and was about to break through the perimeter when he was stopped.
Terminator T-800 initially thought he could get away with it, after all, it was the most advanced model available, its mechanical chassis covered in living tissue, almost indistinguishable from a real person.
Under normal circumstances, Terminator T-800 should indeed have been able to pass inspection.
However, tragically, the sketch of Terminator T-800 created by Marcus and a police artist had already spread throughout the LAPD. How could the officers on duty not recognize it?
The officer who had just checked the vehicle already suspected Terminator T-800 was the target, and now the barking of the K-9 unit confirmed his suspicion. The officer immediately shouted.
After the officer shouted, all the surrounding officers surrounded him, drawing their weapons and pointing them at Terminator T-800.
"Hands up! Get out of the car immediately!" the officers commanded.
The Terminator T-800 was conducting an analysis; it was now surrounded, and it seemed there was no other option but to break out.
In fact, the Terminator T-800 did choose to break out!
The Terminator T-800 showed no intention of complying; ignoring the officers' warnings, it stepped on the gas, attempting to break through the blockade.
However, the officers were all on high alert. As the Terminator T-800 accelerated, the officers opened fire without hesitation. Some officers fired at the Terminator T-800, while others fired at the tires.
"Bang bang bang..."
The LAPD officers had already received instructions to use lethal force on any suspects who resisted.
However, the LAPD officers encountered a problem!
"What the hell?"
"Holy shit!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Oh, my god!"
...
The officers exclaimed in shock!
Due to the close-range shooting and the large number of officers firing, the Terminator T-800's face was completely destroyed, revealing a hideous metal skull.
Such a situation, occurring thirty years later, might not seem too frightening, but this is 1984!
The Terminator T-800's vehicle had its tires blown out. It stopped, pushed open the door, and got out.
"Fire!"
"Keep firing!"
...
The officers shouted, their hands moving without stopping, bullets raining down on the Terminator T-800.
But the Terminator T-800 was constructed from ultra-high-strength alloy, so even being hit by a shotgun at close range left it undamaged, let alone by standard service weapons.
The police service weapons were designed for urban law enforcement, their purpose being to stop criminals; their design was geared towards stopping power, not armor penetration.
Under these circumstances, the bullets fired by the service weapons had negligible damage to the Terminator T-800!
"Bang bang bang..."
"Clang clang clang..."
The Terminator T-800 almost ignored the officers' attacks. It raised the pistol it had previously taken from the three punks in its right hand. The officers immediately became alert, scrambling for cover.
"Bang!"
The Terminator T-800 fired a precise shot, accurately hitting a police officer in the chest. The officer collapsed to the ground, clearly beyond saving.
Just as the Terminator T-800 was about to fire again, Marcus finally arrived at the scene.
"Bang!"
Marcus's shotgun fired.
Although Marcus hadn't unlocked shotgun proficiency, he possessed expertise with both pistols and submachine guns. Combined with the close-range advantage of shotguns, he accurately struck the Terminator T-800.
The impact of the shotgun blast sent the Terminator T-800 staggering backward. Marcus pressed his advantage, firing repeatedly with his shotgun, driving the Terminator T-800 back with each shot.
"Crash!"
The Terminator T-800, battered by the continuous shotgun blasts, finally lost its balance and crashed into a car.
The surrounding police officers breathed a sigh of relief.
They had just endured immense pressure. The Terminator's menacing metal skull, coupled with its imperviousness to bullets, had put them under tremendous strain.
"Agent Foster, what exactly is that thing?" an LAPD sergeant asked.
Marcus glanced at the sergeant, confirming his identity. "Sergeant Morrison, be careful, that thing isn't neutralized yet."
"It's still functional?" Morrison exclaimed in astonishment.
"To be precise, our attack didn't even damage it!" Marcus replied. "Sergeant Morrison, give the order to target its optical sensors and knee joints as much as possible."
"Yes, sir!" Morrison immediately began giving orders over the radio.
As Morrison gave the orders, the Terminator T-800, which had been knocked down, stood up. Its clothing and tissue covering were completely torn, revealing a blood-stained metal endoskeleton.
"Jesus Christ!" Morrison cursed under his breath as he looked at the Terminator T-800.
As the Terminator T-800 stood up, Morrison roared for his officers to fire.
Thanks to Marcus's warning, the LAPD officers focused their fire on the Terminator T-800's optical sensors and knee joints.
However, these areas were not so easily hit, especially the optical sensors!
The Terminator T-800 raised its left arm to shield its sensors, rendering all the bullets ineffective. Instead, the Terminator casually fired a shot, killing another LAPD officer.
Marcus aimed at the Terminator T-800's knee joint. He had originally intended to shoot its optical sensors; destroying its two photo-receptors would render it effectively blind!
But with its sensors constantly protected, he had no chance to aim, forcing him to settle for the knee.
"Bang!"
The M1911A1 pistol was more powerful than the LAPD's standard revolvers, but only marginally so against the Terminator T-800. Even with his firearms expertise, Marcus accurately hit the Terminator T-800's knee.
But it had no effect!
The Terminator T-800's knee joint was made of an ultra-high-strength alloy, so Marcus's shot had negligible effect, probably only leaving a tiny mark.
Seeing this result, Marcus was speechless!
How did the two protagonists in The Terminator manage to defeat the incredibly powerful Terminator T-800?
"Agent Foster, what on earth is this thing?!" Morrison yelled at Marcus.
The Terminator T-800 had just killed another LAPD officer with a single shot; it had taken down three LAPD officers in total, a casualty figure that Morrison found hard to accept.
Marcus calmly replied, "Didn't you see? It's a very powerful robot."
"Damn it!" Morrison snorted. "I expect Agent Foster to give us an explanation later!"
"Let's neutralize this robot first!" Marcus reminded them.
Although the LAPD officers had surrounded the Terminator T-800, they hadn't made any progress. Standard service weapons alone were simply insufficient to deal with it.
Marcus could only hope that the FBI's Los Angeles field agents would arrive soon!
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