Mavi fired an entire 18 crates of ammunition in one go—4,500 rounds in total! Even the gun club owner was stunned. After all, he had never seen a guest as extravagant as Mavi before.
At a price of $9 per round, just the cost of those 18 crates of bullets added up to over $40,000! Adding in the cost of his Mercedes sports car target and the private booking fee, the total expenses exceeded $700,000!
Looking at the distant wreck of what was once a Mercedes SLR McLaren, now completely obliterated by gunfire, Mavi smirked but still felt something was missing.
Suddenly, he remembered a classic scene often seen in movies—the protagonist shooting a car until it explodes. But today, he hadn't witnessed such a spectacle. No wonder something felt off.
"You, you, and you—get in there." Mavi pointed at a few of his bodyguards, signaling them to head into the shooting range immediately.
The black-clad bodyguards exchanged bewildered glances. For a brief moment, they thought their young master was sending them in to be gunned down. Terrified, they quickly shook their heads, signaling their refusal.
Seeing this, Mavi rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He wasn't insane enough to joke about human lives. He had simply observed earlier that the car's gas tank was on the other side, which was why it hadn't exploded despite all the shooting.
"What do you mean 'no'? I told you to go in there and turn the car around!" Mavi snapped, speaking in his usual commanding tone. His Russian bodyguards were loyal, but none of them seemed to have any foresight.
Fortunately, they were obedient. Upon understanding the reason, they immediately rushed into the shooting range and worked together to reposition the Mercedes SLR McLaren, making sure its gas tank now faced Mavi.
With the tank in full view, Mavi casually picked up a Desert Eagle from the shooting bench. With a confident stance, he aimed at the gas tank.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
He fired three shots at the gas tank. It wasn't until the fourth shot that a spark from the bullet's impact ignited the leaking fuel.
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted, shaking the air with a deafening roar! In an instant, the luxury sports car was blasted into the air by the force of the explosion!
Bright red flames engulfed the entire vehicle—its interior, seats, control panel, and steering wheel were all consumed by fire. The thick, acrid smoke carried a stinging burnt odor through the air, forcing people to cover their noses.
The scene was far more intense and realistic than any Hollywood special effects or staged mini-explosions.
The sheer scale of the explosion was so overwhelming that the club's trainers and instructors, who had been watching from a distance, instinctively took a step back.
Among the spectators, a male instructor discreetly turned off his camcorder. He had rushed to grab it from the office just in time to record the entire event—from Mavi's dramatic gunfire to the final, fiery destruction of the Mercedes SLR McLaren.
Once Mavi and his bodyguards left the club in their convoy, the instructor converted the video into a suitable format and uploaded it to a popular video-sharing site at the time.
He titled the clip:
"Witness the Miracle! A Millionaire Blows Up a Mercedes SLR McLaren with Just Four Shots from a Desert Eagle!"
The video was 30 seconds long, and throughout the footage, Mavi was only filmed from behind—ensuring his identity remained anonymous.
As soon as the video was uploaded, it went viral. Within just 15 minutes, it had already reached 1,500 views—averaging over 100 viewers per minute!
Viewers flooded the comment section with stunned reactions, quickly overwhelming the message board:
- "Oh my God! This is insane! I thought this was from a movie, but it's REAL?!"
- "That was so badass! The guy shooting is seriously cool!"
- "Holy crap! This dude must be loaded! He just casually blew up a $500,000 Mercedes SLR McLaren? That's next-level rich!"
- "Nooooo! That was such a beautiful car! If he didn't want it, he could've just given it to me!"
…
While the video spread like wildfire online, Mavi had already arrived at Detroit Airport, preparing to board his private jet to Silicon Valley, California.
Silicon Valley housed the world's most advanced tech industry—and, more importantly, it was now home to Google, the company he had acquired just a few days ago.
When Mavi's convoy arrived at the airport, the Gulfstream G200 private jet was already waiting. The pilot and flight attendants had been standing by for quite some time.
"Welcome, Young Master Mavi."
Hearing their warm greetings, Mavi couldn't help but think, "Being rich is amazing." He could go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
The distance from Detroit to California was over 4,000 kilometers, with a flight time of approximately four and a half hours.
Since it was a long journey, Mavi had dinner on the plane. But that didn't mean he had to compromise on quality—his Gulfstream G200 came equipped with a private kitchen, and his butler had arranged for an Italian chef to prepare his meal.
"Young Master Mavi, would you like to have dinner now?"
Once the jet reached cruising altitude, two stunning blonde flight attendants approached, holding silver serving trays.
Mavi nodded casually. As he did, the attendants smiled gracefully and lifted the silver lids, revealing a feast of Italian delicacies.
Dishes included veal scaloppine, jumbo shrimp, seared pork chops, and pan-seared chicken breast—all classic Italian cuisine, elegantly plated and brought to his table one by one. Mavi enjoyed every bite.
After the meal, he took a short nap. Meanwhile, the two flight attendants gently massaged his shoulders and arms, treating him like royalty.
By the time he woke up, the plane was already approaching California. It was now 9 PM, and the full moon shone brightly over the illuminated runway.
"Young Master, everything you arranged has been loaded onto the vehicles. The employees are also waiting for you at the company."
As the jet came to a stop, Ivan, Mavi's trusted butler, spoke softly.
While Mavi had been resting and enjoying himself, Ivan had been busy coordinating with the ground team via satellite phone, ensuring everything was in place.
"Alright, sounds good," Mavi said as he finished his glass of red wine, then stood up and stepped off the plane.
40 minutes later, outside Stanford University…
Inside an old office building, two impeccably dressed men—CEO Larry Page and Sergey Brin—were eagerly awaiting Mavi's arrival.