Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

Seeing that Zhang Yang was still at the door, Ji Jie felt a little safer. At this moment, she realized that someone had indeed come to the house, and there were faint shoe prints at the door.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue?" Ji Jie looked at the sliced ​​watermelon on the table. Xiaoxue called from the kitchen, "You're back?"

Ji Jie had just turned her head when she saw Ma Hongsheng standing behind Xiao Xue, holding a large machete in his hand.

"The water dispenser broke down, and the water delivery guy fixed it for me." Xiaoxue didn't seem to realize that this person was Ma Hongsheng, the murderer who killed her mother.

Ji Jie glared at Ma Hongsheng and said fiercely, "Then I really should thank you."

Ma Hongsheng said, "No need to be so polite, we've finally met."

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiaoxue hadn't quite realized what was happening yet, and said with a smile, "So you two know each other."

"It's more than just knowing each other."

"That's great, I'll go make some tea."

Ma Hongsheng stopped Xiaoxue and said, "No need, please sit down."

Xiaoxue slowly sat down on the sofa. At this moment, Ma Hongsheng said, "I have something to ask Officer Ji."

"My life used to be quite enjoyable, but now it's been ruined. I'm hiding here and there, and I haven't been able to get a proper meal in days."

Xiaoxue asked in surprise, "Huh? Did someone bully you? Was it a bad person?"

"Hmph." Ma Hongsheng snorted coldly, "A bad guy?"

Xiaoxue was still saying, "Then why didn't you call the police?"

Ma Hongsheng said with a smile, "I've come to see Officer Ji."

Ji Jie said, "Okay, I'll take you to the police station right now."

Ma Hongsheng pointed at Ji Jie and suddenly his tone became agitated as he shouted, "Sit down!"

Xiaoxue also slowly moved her position.

Ji Jie sat on the sofa, and could still see Zhang Yang at the door out of the corner of her eye. At this moment, Zhang Yang could not rush in and fire his gun. He needed to wait for an opportunity, a very good opportunity, which was also the opportunity that Ji Jie created for him.

"You have a wife and daughter, why would you do something like this?"

"I..." Ma Hongsheng's voice became hoarse, "I couldn't help it, I... I really couldn't help it, especially when I saw the keys they were wearing around their necks, I just couldn't resist, I had to snatch them away."

Ji Jie slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Shut up!"

Startled, Xiaoxue stood up and tried to walk towards Ji Jie, but Ma Hongsheng then took Xiaoxue hostage.

At this moment, Ma Hongsheng said, "Give me your gun, quickly."

Ji Jie stood up, pulled out her pistol, and said, "If you think I ruined your plans, let's settle things today. You tell me where you want to go, and I'll go with you." She then placed the gun on the table.

After putting down the knife, Ma Hongsheng picked up the pistol and pushed Xiaoxue down onto the sofa. "Go? I'm not going anywhere today. It's safest here with you."

Ji Jie said, "If you release Xiaoxue, I won't arrest you." The instant she finished speaking, she gestured to Zhang Yang outside the door.

When Zhang Yang saw this from outside the door, he planned to capture him alive, but he couldn't capture him so easily.

Deep blue.

[Analyzing the situation on site...]

[Entry Time Window: The door is an inward-opening wooden door, and the lock is unlocked. The estimated time from forcefully ramming the door to fully entering the room and establishing a firing position is 1.2 to 1.5 seconds.]

[Shooting Window Analysis: In the first second after entry—the indoor light source is located in the northwest corner of the room, and there is a 70% probability that the suspect, Ma Hongsheng, is facing the door. His gun hand is right-handed. One or two accurate shots can be fired in the first second, prioritizing targeting his forearm or shoulder to eliminate the immediate threat to Ji Jie and Xiao Xue. If the first shot misses, a third or fourth shot can be fired in the second second, shifting the target to the non-lethal area of ​​the torso or the supporting leg.]

[The spatial layout has been revealed: The room is rectangular, approximately five meters deep and three and a half meters wide. Ji Jie is located about two meters to the left of the entrance, and the sofa that Xiao Xue was pushed over is located about three meters directly in front of her. Ma Hongsheng is standing between Ji Jie and the sofa, about four meters from the doorway, with a solid wall behind him, offering no escape route.]

[Recommendation: After rushing in, prioritize shifting to the left to avoid pointing your gun at Ji Jie or Xiao Xue. Prerequisite for capture alive: The first shot must hit their gunman; after neutralizing the weapon threat, finish them off with close-range control.]

Zhang Yang pressed down on the hammer with his thumb and slowly pulled it back. The hammer made a very faint metallic snapping sound in the silence, like a bone being gently broken.

He used his left hand to pull the slide of the Type 54 pistol back a little half an inch to confirm that a bullet was already loaded in the chamber. He then switched the safety to the cocked position, with the muzzle pointing downwards at a 45-degree angle, close to the outside of his thigh.

Keep your back pressed against the wall on the left side of the door frame.

The walls were cold, seeping into her shoulder blades through her jacket. Ji Jie was less than five meters inside the door. Her voice was steady, but the last syllable of "You surrender now" lingered for a beat. She and Zhang Yang knew perfectly well that this was the final security check before the signal to move.

Ma Hongsheng's reply seeped through the crack in the door, "Turn yourself in? You're out of your mind." It was a light, casual remark, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him. Zhang Yang adjusted his breathing to the shallowest level, pressing the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He could hear the blood thumping in his eardrums.

The moment Xiaoxue burst into tears, Ma Hongsheng turned around and cursed, "What the hell are you crying for?"

Zhang Yang heard the gun barrel shift direction.

As he slammed his left hand on the door, his right shoulder sank down. The door opened inwards, but he didn't push it too far, just enough for him to squeeze through sideways. As he entered the room, a still image unfolded before his eyes: Ji Jie stood two meters to his left, the sofa behind Xiao Xue, and Ma Hongsheng turned his head to the side. His hand holding the gun was still raised, but the muzzle was no longer on Ji Jie. Zhang Yang lowered the muzzle of his gun the moment he entered, letting the crosshair climb up from the ground along the midline of Ma Hongsheng's body to his collarbone. Then, without stopping, he continued upwards. Just as Ma Hongsheng's right forearm came into focus, Zhang Yang didn't look for his wrist; instead, he fixed the crosshair on the outside of the man's elbow.

"Bang."

The first bullet entered Ma Hongsheng's right forearm from the inside and exited from the lower outer side. His arm, like a bamboo pole struck by a hammer, broke off at the elbow and hung down. The Type 54 pistol spun out of his suddenly released hand, slid along the ground under the sofa, and hit the baseboard, making the last hard thud in the entire room.

Zhang Yang didn't look at the flying gun. He shifted his weight forward after the first shot, his feet not stopping. Ma Hongsheng's body was pulled off course by the force of the bullet, turning half a circle to the left. Zhang Yang's sights followed Ma Hongsheng's right arm upwards, stopping at the junction of the shoulder joint and collarbone. The second shot entered from there, the bullet passing through the shoulder socket and exiting through the soft tissue below the scapula. It had no further flight force and embedded itself in the wall behind him.

The moment Ma Hongsheng's body collapsed, Zhang Yang's gun muzzle had already moved to his lower body. Zhang Yang never consciously analyzed the trajectory when firing, but this time the grip of the first three fingers loosened slightly, and his wrist pressed down. The third shot cut into Ma Hongsheng's lower abdomen, the bullet piercing through the soft tissue, and with a scorching airflow, it exited from the prostate, tearing the base of the external genitalia and the left testicle with a burning sensation.

Ma Hongsheng's body felt like it had been kicked from the middle, he leaned back, his head hit the sofa armrest with a dull thud, then his knees hit the ground first, his whole body rolled to the side, his hands went to his groin to cover it, blood seeped out from between his fingers, and he let out a scream that was not human.

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession. Before the air in the room, scorched by the gunpowder, could dissipate, Zhang Yang gripped his gun with both hands, pointing it at the convulsing, curled-up human figure on the ground. He took a half-step back, clearing the doorway. His panting returned, his chest heaving violently, his breaths heavy and short, but his sights remained fixed on Ma Hongsheng's torso, unwavering.

Ji Jie leaped from the sofa, her timing perfectly aligning with the second gunshot, shielding the little girl with her back in the corner of the sofa. After the third shot, she looked up and immediately reached out to touch Xiao Xue's face, confirming there was no blood on the child. "You weren't hit," Zhang Yang said, his throat dry, pausing for a second after uttering those three words.

Hurried footsteps came from the stairwell outside the door. Yang Zhen rushed in, holding a gun. He glanced around the living room. Ji Jie was still protecting the sofa, Xiao Xue was under her, and Zhang Yang stood in the middle of the room with the gun pointed down. The person on the ground was curled up in a ball and groaning. His pants and thighs were soaked with blood, and urine and blood were mixed together.

"What happened?"

Zhang Yang swallowed hard.

"Ma Hongsheng broke into Sister Ji's house and took her hostage. I had no choice but to shoot."

Yang Zhen glanced again at the distribution of bloodstains on the ground: three pools. One was on the right side, near the shoulder and elbow. Another was behind the sofa, near the shoulder socket. The largest pool was on the floor, which Ma Hongsheng was desperately trying to cover with his hand, but it was too much to hide.

He looked up and asked Zhang Yang, "How many shots did I get hit?"

"Three shots: one in the arm, one in the shoulder socket." Zhang Yang shifted the safety back onto the Type 54 pistol, slowly loosening his grip, his fingers still stiff. "And... one more shot in the groin."

Yang Zhen put the gun back in its holster, took out his phone and dialed 120. When the call connected, he glanced down at Ma Hongsheng, who was still howling. His legs were twitching spasmodically, and his voice had changed, as if it was being squeezed out of his throat.

Yang Zhen said into the phone, "XX Community, Building XX, Unit X, Room X01, gunshot wound, three wounds, bleeding," and then hung up. He walked over to Zhang Yang, reached out and pinched his shoulder once, then let go.

"Old Zheng will be there soon."

Zhang Yang knew that firing the gun would definitely lead to questioning by the Inspectorate and a very, very thick report.