pjbooks Chapter 148 Fierce Battle at the Dock, Special Forces Surprise Attack
Chapter 148 Fierce Battle at the Dock, Special Forces Surprise Attack
Chapter 148 Fierce Battle at the Dock, Special Forces Surprise Attack
"This hit" - this drumbeat; "That ice cold" - that cool and refreshing; "That white gold" - blonde and fair-skinned beauties; "Them good girls" - each one is hot; "Styling, while in" - trendy and stylish; "I'm too hot" - I'm just that sexy; "Uptown Funk you up" - uptown funk will rock you; "Uptown Funk you up".
Inside the carriage, Bruno Mars' upbeat tunes were playing. Franklin gripped the steering wheel, singing along to the chorus while rhythmically shifting his body.
When the song reached its climax, he looked even more excited than Ha Cao, completely immersed in the wonderful rhythm.
"Dude, can I ask to change a song?" Ma Jie looked at him with utter despair. "You've listened to it seventeen times, seventeen times! Is this music or drugs?"
"Oh bro, if possible, I'd listen to this song ten thousand times, and on the day I die, I want it played at my memorial service."
Seeing his serious expression, Ma Jie helplessly stuffed two crumpled pieces of paper into his ears.
Destroy it, quickly...
Time passed second by second, and the sun gradually shifted its direction, sinking towards the sea level.
Just as Ma Jie was dozing off, several colorful lights suddenly flashed across the map in front of him.
Suddenly, four prismatic question marks lit up simultaneously, almost overlapping each other.
Immediately, I was wide awake and quickly zoomed in on the map to investigate.
Only then did they realize that they had unknowingly moved to the very edge of the city, or more precisely, near the port of South Los Angeles.
As a coastal city, South Los Angeles has two distinct protruding parts. Looking at the map from the front, Los Santos International Airport is on the left and South Los Santos Harbor is on the right.
The airport area is fine; it's a peninsula connected to the mainland, surrounded by the sea on three sides.
The port area is part of a very fragmented chain of islands, with several small islands connected by man-made bridges and an elevated road running east to west.
The Prism Question Mark spawns at the very edge of a nearby island, which appears to extend out into the open sea.
No way... Ma Jie felt like the sky had fallen. If this were in the sea, it would be a death sentence.
The pickup truck drove over the bridge and onto the island, getting closer to its target location.
When we got close to the coastline, we saw a huge expanse of colorful shipping containers, like Lego bricks played with by giants, neatly stacked on the dock, stretching as far as the eye could see.
It was only then that Ma Jieke realized that the question mark point was not refreshed in the sea, but on a cargo ship docked in the port.
"Looks like we'll have to get on board, buddy."
Majesty said helplessly to Franklin, who shrugged and indicated that he had gotten used to his pace.
The two men successfully infiltrated the ship via an unguarded gangway and quickly located a large cargo container.
The container door was half-open, and the scene inside was quite surprising, as there were four armored trucks parked inside, all of them battle-damaged.
By comparing it with the photos, the one closest to the inside perfectly matches the appearance and model of the mission vehicle.
"Shh..." Just as Xiao Fu was about to make a sound, Ma Jie quickly covered his mouth.
The vehicle information I just checked seems a bit off.
High-strength bulletproof armored truck: It was converted from an Iveco van and originally belonged to Gruppe6 Security Company. It has now been stolen by a transnational criminal organization called "Night Owl" and is in a state of waiting to be destroyed.
Damn it! Ma Jieke just wants to curse right now. No wonder the client only gave him photos and not any other intelligence.
This is a shady vehicle recycling job; they're just using car hunters as pawns.
I quit! I quit! You want me to risk my life for over twenty thousand US dollars?! For God's sake!
Just as Ma Jieke was preparing to leave, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and they were moving quite fast.
In a moment of urgency, he quickly grabbed Xiao Fu, and the two of them became warriors under the car.
Clang! A heavy object fell to the ground, followed by the sound of several people talking.
"Haha, we've struck it rich, brothers! Look at this box of glittering gold jewelry. Isn't this much more exciting than robbing an armored truck?"
"That's right, I've said it before, gold shops and jewelry stores are the easiest to target, they only have weak security guards and female shop assistants."
"Did you guys see my cool shooting pose? Bang! That girl's brains exploded. I should have taken a picture with my phone."
"Boss, I think after this job, we can consider calling it quits. With so much cash and jewelry, it's enough for the brothers to become big shots."
"That's not enough," said the man called "boss." "We've come all this way to America, how can we not bring back some more? Next target: I plan to rob the underground vault of the Federal Bank. If we pull this off, we'll have more money than we can spend in several lifetimes, and we'll never have to be mercenaries again."
"Rob the vault? Are you sure, boss? The FIB is hunting us all over the world."
"FIB? Those idiots would never dream that our hideout is on a cargo ship. Even if they turn Los Angeles upside down, it's all for nothing."
"Alright, alright, everyone listen to the boss. Whatever the boss says, we'll do. Now let's go back to our cabins and rest to prepare for the next mission."
Ma Jie lay prone under the car, slowing his breathing as much as possible, as pairs of feet in tactical boots stepped back.
Clang! The container door slammed shut, followed by the sound of the lock turning.
Once he could no longer hear any noise, he crawled out from under the car. It was pitch black, so he had to turn on his phone's flashlight as a makeshift flashlight.
I tried to open the door from the inside, but it was all in vain.
"What are you standing there for?" Ma Jie looked at Xiao Fu, who looked bewildered. "Call Mike and tell him to bring some men to rescue us. I don't want to suffocate here."
The matter is obvious: the FIB is using Mike as a front to issue missions in order to find the hideout of these outlaws through third-party means.
Now that the hideout has been found, if the FIB brings their men over, it will be like trapping a dog inside a cage.
After the call connected, Ma Jie snatched it away: "Listen, buddy, I've found the armored truck you asked for, and I've also found the Night Owl's hiding place. It's on a cargo ship in the South Los Santos port. The ship's overall color is mainly blue and green, and it's located at the southeast corner of Pier 7. It's the one on the very edge, very easy to spot."
After delivering the main information, Ma Jie added, "But the other side has a lot of people, and they are a group of international mercenaries. I deduce that their weaponry is also very advanced. Tell the FIB to bring more people over. Remember, bring as many people as possible."
After hearing his detailed description, the person on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned: "Who are you?"
"Don't fucking care who I am. I'm just a car hunter you used as a pawn, who ended up getting on this pirate ship by mistake."
"Okay, okay, don't rush me, buddy." Having learned Ma Jie's identity, Mike pressed, "Are you with Franklin from Simon's auto shop right now?"
"That's right, we're trapped inside a shipping container and can't get out for the time being."
"Understood, I know what to do. That's all for now. Keep your phone accessible at all times."
After hanging up the phone, Ma Jieke sat helplessly on the floor, silently praying that reinforcements would arrive soon.
As a result, I waited for more than two hours. In my drowsy state, I vaguely heard a helicopter flying overhead.
Listening more closely, it seems there's more than one.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Accompanied by deafening bombardment from airborne missiles and dense bullet fire, the entire cargo ship began to shake violently.
After the initial barrage of fire, a fully armed Delta Force rappelled from the helicopter onto the deck.
Hearing the intense gunfire outside, Ma Jieke breathed a sigh of relief.
Let them fight it out; staying in my shell is just fine.
Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard someone shout "RPG!" as if the thing couldn't be launched unless someone shouted it.
*Swoosh!* The diamond-shaped rocket grenade flew out at an angle, leaving a long white trail of flame.
Boom! A second later, a huge explosion came from above.
An Apache attack helicopter was hit in the tail section, circled several times in the air, and then swooped down onto the deck.
Boom! It hit the container where the two were hiding squarely, severely damaging the container and deforming the rear half. The crushed armored truck also caught fire.
The high-speed spinning propellers, like blades, sliced the entire container in two.
Ma Jie and Xiao Fu were so scared they broke out in a cold sweat. Good heavens, this was a real-life version of Final Destination. Luckily, they weren't standing on the landing point, or they would be mincemeat by now.
Once the propellers had completely stopped spinning, the two quickly climbed out of the gap.
Upon hearing the commotion, a special forces soldier who was fighting on a nearby deck immediately turned his gun around.
"NO NO NO." At the critical moment, a figure blocked his way: "We're on the same side, we're on the same side."
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Mike DeSanta, whom I had met at the Westgate Auto Shop earlier.
"Are you two alright?"
"What do you think, buddy?" Ma Jie patted his heart, panting, and said, "The armored truck you wanted is in the container."
"Haha, that's not the point, bro." Mike patted him on the shoulder excitedly. "Do you know how much you've helped me, or rather, how much you've helped the FIB? These thugs have committed several major crimes in Los Angeles. If they get away, Commissioner Steve will be disgraced."
"Is that so? Then what kind of reward can I get? I'm not referring to money."
Since that's the case, Ma Jieke's idea is simple: let's be the king of favors this time, after all, favors are the hardest to repay.
Mike understood what he was saying, of course, and a sly glint appeared in his eyes: "This isn't the place to talk business. Let's go downstairs first."
As I crouched and ran back to the dock, a middle-aged man in a blue polo shirt with slicked-back American hair came to greet me.
Upon seeing Mike, he gave him a warm hug, then looked at MaJack and Franklin: "Mike, is this the car hunter you were telling me about on the phone?"
"That's right," Mike said with a smile. "We owe it all to those two this time. Otherwise, who would have thought that the Night Owl gang would be hiding on a cargo ship?"
"My two little brothers, you've done the FIB a huge favor, and I'm going to reward you handsomely."