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Chapter 119 Da da da da da da da
Chapter 119 Da da da da da da da
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
After crossing the courtyard to the door, Bubu rhythmically knocked on the door.
The homeless man inside heard the noise and looked out through the peephole.
"Oh shit, why are you back again?" An impatient voice came from under the door. "How many times do we have to repeat ourselves? This isn't your home anymore."
"But I just want to sit down and talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?" This time it was a woman, her voice extremely harsh: "If you're so capable, go ahead and call the police. Let's see if the police will help us law-abiding citizens or you, a murderer."
"Get out of here, Bubu! You're a disgrace to this community. Nobody welcomes you here. Get out!"
After being verbally abused, Bubu awkwardly lowered her hand, head down, unsure of how to respond.
"What?" Trevor looked at him like he was an idiot. "Dude, are you here to be a male servant?"
"What the hell did you learn in the Marine Corps?!" He raised his submachine gun and said through gritted teeth, "The younger generation of U.S. Marines these days are just a bunch of brainwashed sissies. The first thing I learned when I joined the Air Force was not to be polite to idiots."
"That's right." Someone with an AK47 slung over their shoulder agreed wholeheartedly.
Click! A gun locks the door.
*Thud!* A shot at the chain.
The two worked together, firing in crisscrossing patterns, and directly destroyed the security devices on the door.
Ma Jieke followed up with another kick, violently pushing the door open.
Thump! The door slammed against the wall, sending a layer of dust falling from the ceiling. "Ladies and gentlemen!"
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"Welcome to Lao Cui's Club! Let's get this party started!"
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Suddenly, the gunfire erupted, and bullets swept through the entire space like a storm.
The homeless man inside was trembling and crawling on the floor, his hands covering his head.
Shattered glass chandeliers and flying plaster fell on them, and screams mingled with gunshots, sounding like a symphony performance.
The shooting stopped, and the group of people got up and ran to their rooms, closing the doors tightly.
"Listen up, you fucking folks!" Ma Jie walked to the middle of the room and yelled, "I'm giving you three seconds to pack your belongings and get out of this house. The countdown is starting now."
"321, OK, time's up." He quickly read out the three numbers: "Looks like all those left are tough guys and fierce women. Well then, I'm sorry, I'll have to find another way to get you out."
As he spoke, he picked up the fire axe Trevor had brought and began hacking at the door of one of the bedrooms.
*Click* The door, already in disrepair, couldn't withstand this kind of wreckage.
With one swing of the axe, the wood cracked open, and the axe blade went through from the other side.
After pulling it out with force, another heavy axe blow sent wood chips flying and screams echoing.
Crack, crack, with each vigorous swing of the axe, the gap was chopped wider and wider.
With the final blow, the axe went all the way in, splitting a hole the size of a head in the door.
Ma Jieke stuck his face into the hole, peering in sideways. Several homeless men huddled in a corner, and when they saw him, they gave him a smug smile.
"Aaaaaahhhhh—" The woman closest to him, holding a fruit knife for self-defense, screamed in despair.
"Hehehehehe, good evening, guys."
His unexpected greeting and laughter became the last straw that broke the donkey's back.
Several people rushed to the window and jumped out of the window, scattering in all directions like madmen.
Trevor wasn't idle either. He took his submachine gun and swept the door lock open. Once inside, whoever was inside was dealt with, and he took down one Karami with a punch and a blow.
"No, no, no, please don't hit me, bro. Can we sit down and talk?"
A black man who appeared to be the organizer, seeing that the newcomers were hostile, immediately tried to compromise.
"Okay." Hearing this, Ma Jie turned around: "How do you want to discuss this?"
The black man hesitated for a moment, then said, "We can give up this house, but we've lived here for over four years and paid property taxes every year. This cost shouldn't be charged to us, right? And there's the cost of repairs. We all chipped in to fix the leaky roof and clogged drains, and we even repainted the walls..."
"OK, stop talking, bro. Just tell me, how much do I have to pay you for you to leave willingly?"
"At least $2!" Seeing his straightforwardness, the black man answered confidently, "And that's an understatement."
"Oh, that sounds reasonable." Ma Jie sneered, and the other party also showed a mouthful of white teeth, thinking that the deal was done.
The next second, the black man froze, and the butt of a gun slammed into his nose from near to far.
Bones broken, tendons snapped, blood splattered everywhere!
He slumped backward onto the sofa, and Ma Jie pounced on him like a hungry tiger, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down hard.
"I haven't even asked you for rent, and you're asking me for property taxes and repair costs? Am I being too polite?!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! The fists swiped around him, and then came a few more hard slaps.
The other person was beaten and screamed, covering his head with both hands and curling up like a hedgehog.
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I don't want the money anymore! I want it! I'm leaving right now!"
"See that?" Ma Jieke looked at the bewildered Bubu: "This is the simplest and most effective way to communicate with shameless people."
After saying that, he lifted the person off the sofa. The other person was so frightened that his legs trembled and he could not even stand up.
"Come on, stand up straight and look me in the eyes."
"I'll make you look at me! Look in my eyes!"
The black man turned his face away nervously, blood dripping from his nostrils.
"I'll give you ten more seconds. Remember this face in front of you. You might not be well-known around here, but if you ask around at SkidRow, I guarantee someone will recognize you. You can call the police, you can seek revenge, but I can also make sure you die without a trace, understand?"
The black man was so frightened that tears welled up in his eyes.
"Cry, even crying takes time!"
"Take your tears back, don't make me do it again!"
"Now, pack your personal belongings and leave here with dignity."
"Remember what I just said. Any one of you who dares to set foot in this house again will be saying goodnight to God."
"OK, I'll leave right away, right away." In front of Ma Jieke, the black man felt like he was living a life worse than death. He thought that as long as he didn't see him again, anything was fine.
A group of people hurriedly packed their luggage and ran out carrying large and small bags.
The neighbors were stunned. Where did they find these hardcore thugs? Two of them managed to hold down more than a dozen people and beat them up.
"Phew, all done." After seeing off the last "guest," Ma Jieke breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Bubu, who had been completely bewildered the whole time, and then at the messy house. He coughed awkwardly and said, "Ahem... Although the process was a bit rough, the result was good. On the road to success, there will inevitably be some bumps along the way. That's normal, isn't it?"
Bubu smiled but didn't say anything. "Mr. Que, being able to take the house back has far exceeded my expectations."
"Brother, you were really amazing just now, I can't help but fall in love with you."
On the way back to the city, Lao Cui expressed his love to someone while driving.
"Trevor, are you sure you want to get horny over me?" Majad grimaced disgustedly. "In my memory, you only like women, especially older women."
"That's right, buddy, women get more attractive as they get older."
Yes, that's right, the smell of the sea. If only the sea could take away my sorrow...
He drove along telling all sorts of dirty jokes, and when they passed through a poor street, he asked Trevor to stop the car.
Then unload the bicycle from the truck bed, and before he leaves, activate the [Quantum Tracking] skill.
It doesn't have any special significance; it's just for testing the skill's effect.
Sure enough, a small red dot appeared on the map, and it quickly headed towards 7611 Goma Street.
Instead of stopping, it continued driving forward for a while, eventually reaching the overpass.
A few minutes later, we exited from another exit of the overpass and finally parked in the parking lot of the High Heels Club.
Damn... is it that addictive? If I remember correctly, you're almost fifty, right?
Forget it, let him be. All this kind of person thinks about is how to have fun.
After a busy day, I didn't earn much money, so while I still had some time, I started cycling around the streets.
This is the so-called prime time for garbage collection, because all the trash cans will be emptied by municipal garbage trucks one by one starting at 6:30 pm.
After wandering around for a while, all I found was a dirty Black Widow figurine and a knock-off watch.
There was no way around it; I accidentally leaked the jungle strategy tips while trying to show off in front of my guildmates.
Now everyone knows that besides the blue box, the black box is the real treasure, and it's estimated that most of the valuable items have already been looted.
But it doesn't matter. The meat is still in the pot, and it won't benefit outsiders. As the leader of the gang, I don't need to care about these few small things.
Beep... beep... beep...
Just as I was about to head home, a car horn sounded behind me.
Looking back, Jimmy, driving a pickup truck, stuck his head out of the window: "Jack, where did you go this afternoon? I couldn't find you anywhere."
"It's a long story, buddy. You've got another truckload of tankers?"
Looking at the truck bed full of large woven bags, Ma Jie felt relieved. After all, the more his brothers earned, the more passive income the leader would receive.
"Yes, this is the third batch. Once it's sold out, it's done."
Jimmy smirked smugly. Although he looked a little tired, he was genuinely happy. It had been a while since he had fought such a profitable battle.
"Okay, then I won't keep you any longer. Be careful on the road, see you at the camp."
After watching him leave, Ma Jieke rode his bicycle back home, receiving a phone call on the way.
Grace called to inform him that he would be leading his team to La Verne in three days.
A small town located 30 miles east of downtown Los Angeles participated in the latest season of "Storehouse Treasure Hunt".