pjbooks Chapter 115 Call Me the Reporting Expert
Chapter 115 Call Me the Reporting Expert
Chapter 115 Call Me the Reporting Expert
"Madam, I know you're in a hurry, but please don't rush."
"Could you describe in detail where you lost your bag, what the robber looked like, and what valuables were in your bag?"
The speaker was a middle-aged, overweight white police officer with the rank of Sergeant. His chubby, round face was covered in grease, and his physique clearly indicated that he was heavily addicted to donuts.
Opposite him stood a blonde mature woman in a business suit, who looked to be at least forty-two or forty-three years old. She possessed the aura of a powerful woman and a stunning appearance, but gave off an aura that kept strangers at bay.
"Enough! How many more times are you going to repeat the same nonsense?" The woman glared angrily at the sheriff. "Do you know who I am? I work for the Los Angeles Times. I'm Melly Carolyn, the editor of the social news section. Just last night, I attended the same dinner as your chief, and he confidently told me that the crime rate in Los Angeles last quarter dropped by 27% compared to the previous quarter."
"And then today, right here in SkidRow, someone snatched my bag on the street—a bag containing the press release I'd been working on all night, ready to be published immediately!"
Upon hearing the other party's special identity, the chubby police chief subconsciously swallowed. His years of work experience told him that if this matter was not handled properly, he would definitely be targeted by his superiors, and it might even affect his career.
In a sense, America's journalists are half politicians.
They manipulate public opinion, create topics, smear others and expose scandals, using subtle and indirect methods to kill without leaving a trace. They have long been known as the "uncrowned kings" of the Western world.
Even the legendary forensic pathologist from the three top versions of the game is considered a level below reporters and media professionals.
Because all it takes for someone to ruin your reputation is a pen; they can smear all sorts of filth and disgrace on your head, and you won't be able to clear your name even if you jump into the Mississippi River.
Don't talk about the innocent being innocent. Anyone with a bit of status and power, how many are truly clean? Even that person in the Hundred Palaces has a ton of dirt on her.
Having prepared his words, the portly police chief quickly put on a fawning smile: "Ms. Mei, I understand your situation. Why don't you come back to the police station with me to make a statement? I assure you, within three months, I will definitely bring this criminal to justice and give you justice."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this promise, the female editor's eyes seemed to have been hit by two atomic bombs: "Three months, Sir?"
Oh, this is truly the best news I've heard all year! You are simply the greatest detective of all. Even Sherlock Holmes and Poirot are but insignificant grains of sand before you. I think I should address you with a different title: the great Mr. Pyramid.
The sarcastic and absurd mockery left the fat sheriff completely embarrassed.
Just as he was feeling utterly helpless and unsure how to end things, Ma Jie swaggered over.
"Sir, this is a police investigation, please do not approach."
A cooperating officer stopped him directly, which is standard procedure.
Back when Black Knee killed Black Egg, it was a scene like this: no one in the crowd could get close, and if you made any extra movements, it would be considered an assault on a police officer.
"Hey, let them in." Upon seeing MaJack and Bubu, Mary Caroline immediately called out, "I remember these two good citizens; they tried to stop the robbers but failed."
The sheriff had no choice but to signal for the person to come in. When the editor-in-chief saw the Chanel handbag the woman was carrying, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "Oh my God!"
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Am I dreaming?"
She covered her mouth with her hand and uttered a series of exclamations and interjections.
"Ady, is this your bag?" Ma Jie asked knowingly, but the procedure still had to be followed to avoid making things worse.
"Yes, yes." She nodded excitedly.
"OK, what's in the bag? One by one, speak slowly."
"The camera is a Leica M10-P Safari Limited Edition camera."
Ma Jie found the camera, used his identification skills to confirm the model, and after seeing the prompt message, he almost lost his composure.
Leica M10-P Safari Titanium Limited Edition: Collector's item body, equipped with Noctilu 0.95 lens, market reference price: US$59999.
Holy crap, a camera selling for $60,000? Is this the world of the rich? Are you sure we live on the same planet?
To be honest, I'm a little regretful. What if I had secretly gotten caught... Oh well, what's done is done, what's the point of thinking about it now?
"And, there was a sealed document bag, half a lipstick and a pen, wet wipes, sunscreen, a water bottle..." said Mary Caroline.
"Alright, alright." Seeing that the items matched up, Ma Jie handed the bag to her with relief: "Here you go, ma'am, return it to its rightful owner. Check if anything is missing."
The female editor took it and flipped through it casually. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with bright eyes: "Thank you so much, boy. What's your name? What country are you from?"
After saying that, he looked at the taciturn Bubu: "And your black brother, I saw with my own eyes that you were almost stabbed."
The two introduced themselves, and Mei gave the fat sheriff a meaningful look: "Look, a chivalrous man from China, plus a brave retired Marine, they completed a difficult task that would have taken the Los Angeles Police Department three months to complete in less than an hour."
The fat sheriff was rendered speechless by the sarcasm and could only stand there awkwardly listening to her rant.
"Boy, can we take a picture together?" After a moment's thought, Mei explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm a journalist. I just want to record this touching moment. If possible in the future, I'd like to publish your heroic deeds in the newspaper. Heroes shouldn't be buried; more people should know about your existence."
"No problem, ma'am, I think the same thing."
MaJack said he didn't care, after all, this was the US server, where there was no such thing as doing good deeds anonymously. If someone did something that would make them famous, they would just brag about it everywhere, instead of being ashamed to talk about it.
"Woof woof..." As if he understood their conversation, Bruce suddenly barked twice.
"Oh my goodness, my little darling, I almost forgot about you." Mary excitedly bent down and stroked its head, then said to the fat sheriff, "Can you believe it, sheriff? It bit the robber's butt hard and almost got slashed by the killer. It's the bravest dog I've ever seen."
Click. The chubby sheriff, holding a camera, was being used as a tool, helplessly taking photos.
"Okay, the angle is just right." After taking the group photo, Mary Caroline looked at Ma Jack and asked, "Boy, let's do a quick interview. What was your mindset when you chose to chase after those two vicious robbers? Your answer is very important; it might make the newspapers someday."
After a moment's thought, Ma Jieke said, "It's very simple. Because I live in a poor neighborhood, the reputation here is very bad. I want to change the outside world's perception of our group, that's all."
"Wait, you seemed to have mentioned a word just now...group?"
"That's right." Ma Jie couldn't help but laugh. "Well, there's no point in hiding it. I'm a homeless man who makes a living by selling cans."
"What?" Not only was Mary Caroline stunned, but the fat sheriff was also stunned. The two of them asked the same question at the same time, "Homeless, do you mean the kind who lives in a tent?" Mary followed up with the question.
"Yes," Ma Jie continued, satisfying her curiosity. "It might not look like it, but that's the truth."
"Okay." Melly nodded. "You just said you wanted to change how people perceive you, and you've succeeded. I'll first post this truthfully on my personal Twitter account, and then try to get it published in the newspaper. The article will be about SkidRow. I believe that more people will dare to come here like I have to watch the amazing performances of street artists without worrying about thieves and robbers."
"Because this place is home to righteous people, and has real-life Batman and Captain America."
"Alright, I should go now." The female editor took out a business card holder from her bag and handed one to Ma Jieke and one to Bubu.
"My personal cell phone number is on this. You can contact me anytime if you encounter any difficulties."
"Goodbye, guys, you're the most handsome men I've ever seen."
After Mary Caroline left, the fat sheriff immediately walked up to Ma Jack, wanting to ask him a question.
This case involves a significant amount of money; we absolutely cannot let it go like this.
Before he could even speak, Jack Ma interrupted, "Sir, would it be convenient for us to talk in your car? I need to report a criminal den."
Hearing such a crisp and decisive prediction, the fat sheriff stood there stunned for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "Come on, buddy."
After getting in the car, the other person introduced himself: "Your name is Jack, right? You can call me Sheriff Dave. I'm in charge of security in this Poor Street area."
Hiss... Upon learning the fat sheriff's true identity, Ma Jie couldn't help but gasp. Wasn't this like someone immediately offering a pillow just as you were about to doze off?
Regardless of this guy's character, as long as you raise his favorability rating, it will definitely be beneficial in every way.
As for those few ignorant illegal immigrants, well, I'm sorry, first of all you've messed with me, and secondly, I'm doing this for the good of the people.
At least I didn't rob a stranger of their personal belongings in the street, right? Sorry guys, you can only blame your bad luck.
After shaking hands with Sergeant Dave, MaJack didn't waste any words: "It's like this, Sir. I tracked down a criminal den not far from here. There are six illegal immigrants inside who use motorcycles to carry out robberies."
Upon hearing the detailed description, Sheriff Dave couldn't hide the smile on his chubby face.
A few seconds later, she stopped acting altogether and burst out laughing.
That's fucking awesome! Illegal immigrants and robbers, and they caught six of them at once.
Who in the US wouldn't enjoy this risk-free performance as a police officer?