pjbooks Chapter 149 If you don't take it, how can I take it...?
Chapter 149 If you don't take it, how can I take it...?
Chapter 149 If you don't take it, how can I take it...?
A reward? Isn't that what you're supposed to do? You've just gotten such a huge credit for free; you're probably going to get promoted three times already.
"Hey buddy, I'm Specialist Steve. What's your name?"
As Jack was internally complaining, the other person extended their hand and politely shook hands with him: "Jack, this is Franklin, he is a full-time employee of Simon Auto, and I am a newly recruited car hunter."
"Just started out?" Steve was clearly shocked. "My God, if word got out that you're like this, no car hunter in all of Los Angeles would be ashamed to do this job."
"Just luck." Ma Jie made up a casual excuse. He didn't care about those things; he only cared about how the employer would settle the bonus in this situation.
It definitely wouldn't work as originally agreed, since it was just a regular commission, and the task was limited to finding the missing vehicle.
The FIB commissioned Mike to launch this operation precisely to follow the clues and find the hiding place of the Night Owl.
If we can't find this transnational criminal organization, what good is just having the armored truck?
Based on this logic, you're going to try and get rid of me with $2.3? Then anyone who works with you again is a son of a bitch!
Just as Ma Jieke was thinking about how to say something without being too abrupt, a huge explosion suddenly came from the war-torn cargo ship.
In view, a towering fire was burning at the stern of the cargo ship, and at least five Delta Force members perished in the flames.
Large amounts of ship debris were scattered and flying in the thick smoke, causing everyone to retreat in fright.
"What's going on?" Steve asked into his headset.
"The owl ignited the fuel tank at the stern, causing heavy casualties on our side. We need urgent medical assistance."
"Where are the others?" For Steve, casualties among soldiers were inevitable, but if the leader of the criminal gang was not caught, all his efforts would be in vain.
Soon, a report came through the headset: "Boss, a small sea shark jet ski at your three o'clock position!"
"Hey shit, give me the gun." Upon receiving this message, Steve took a sniper rifle from the guard next to him.
The Barrett Mk22 is a standard weapon used daily by US snipers. It features a modular design, supports three types of ammunition loading, and has a maximum range of 1500 meters.
After confirming the target through the high-powered scope, Steve fired a shot without hesitation.
The bullet grazed the Night Owl's body, and the latter stepped on the gas, starting the Little Shark and leaving white waves on the sea.
This really got Steve into a panic, and he fired two more shots, but both missed.
Are you kidding me? At this distance, you can outline a human body even when it's stationary. Do you think you can guess correctly when it's moving at high speed?
Meanwhile, Apache attack helicopters had already advanced, with gunmen first using machine guns to sweep the area from below, then using sniper rifles for burst fire.
However, Night Owl's motorboat driving skills were quite proficient, constantly changing lanes on the sea surface. In addition, shooting from a helicopter already caused a lot of interference, so the other party remained unharmed after firing multiple shots.
As the owl ran further and further away, Steve was so anxious that he stomped his feet. After all, the helicopter had already used up a lot of fuel on its way here, and if they continued to chase, they might not be able to return.
"Sir, how about I give it a try?"
Just as he was at a loss, Ma Jieke asked from the side.
"OK, you take it." Without even thinking, he handed the gun to Ma Jieke.
At this critical juncture, we have no choice but to try anything, even if we miss, it's just a waste of a few bullets.
Ma Jieke took the sniper rifle, but instead of aiming immediately, he pulled out his sidearm and fired nine shots into the sky.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, he lay down on the dock floor and laid his Barrett Mk22 down for a prone firing.
Through the high-powered telescope, the motorboat zigzags across the sea, about to escape the effective range.
Bang! After only a brief aim at the general area, Ma Jieke decisively pulled the trigger.
"Let the bullets fly for a while."
The moment he pulled the trigger, Ma Jie couldn't help but smile.
The entire process, from firing a shot to hitting the target, takes approximately 1.5 seconds.
It sounds short, but it's almost ten times the time of a close-range shot.
The 12.7×99mm NATO missile is like a deadly ghost, constantly correcting its trajectory due to air resistance during flight.
*Thud!* It struck the target's head with incredible force, instantly piercing the hard skull and causing a large area of brain tissue to cavitate, resulting in massive intracranial hemorrhage.
Simply put, a so-called headshot does not mean that the head is penetrated by a bullet. Rather, it means that after the bullet enters the head, the bullet causes the ballistic trajectory to become unstable due to the density difference between the muscles and the air, resulting in a spinning or tumbling motion.
This motion causes lateral displacement of tissue through centrifugal force, forming a momentary cavity with a diameter more than 10 times the diameter of the bullet.
To put it simply, a 12.7mm bullet doesn't leave a 12.7mm hole; instead, it causes a massive 127mm tear inside.
Steve, holding his military binoculars, witnessed the horrific scene and confirmed that Night Owl had been killed by a headshot. The binoculars clattered to the ground.
He looked like he'd seen a ghost, and after a half-minute pause, he finally spoke, "Brother... which special forces unit did you retire from?"
In his experience, this can't even be called a gun king, it can only be called a gun god. This kind of thing has nothing to do with hard work, it's purely God feeding him.
"Special forces?" Ma Jie laughed awkwardly. "You're overthinking it, Mr. Steve. I've never served in the military."
"Okay...okay, bro, to be honest, you've scared me a little."
Steve wiped the sweat from his brow and gave the order into his headset: "Night Owl has been killed. Everyone, finish the fight quickly, and capture as many alive as possible."
Because he shot and killed the leader of the criminal gang, Ma Jie naturally couldn't leave and was "invited" to a FIB vehicle to await further processing.
About half an hour later, the entire pier was completely sealed off. Fire trucks and ambulances arrived one after another, and a large number of reporters rushed to the scene after hearing the news.
With such a huge commotion, it's sure to be headline news tomorrow. Given the FIB's track record, they won't miss this opportunity to boost their public image.
The car door opened, and Mike, wearing sunglasses, got in, tossing two black jewelry bags to MaJack and Little Fu respectively.
The latter was shocked when he opened it; it was full of precious jewelry such as gold necklaces, diamond rings, and gemstone earrings.
Any one of these items could probably be worth several thousand dollars, and a whole bag of them—that's a lot!
Ma Jieke weighed the weight carefully but didn't open it. Seeing his reaction, Mike forced a smile from his deeply wrinkled face: "What's wrong, bro? Think it's too little?"
"It's not that I think it's too little, but if I'm not mistaken, this stuff should be stolen goods, right?"
Hearing his guess, Mike continued with a laugh, "So what if it is? This was specially entrusted to me by Commissioner Steve to bring to you. He also said that he will continue to cooperate with you in the future if there are similar tasks or activities."
Cooperation? He put it so nicely, but what he really values is my reconnaissance skills and my incredible marksmanship, right?
"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him"—this is a very simple and obvious principle.
This bag of jewelry may seem like a generous reward, but in reality, accepting it would give others a handle against you.
This is a tactic that the FIB likes to use: trying every means to deeply bind its partners with shared interests, and then calling it a collaboration.
Objectively speaking, getting on the FIB's good side has both advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that you can get some privileges. For example, someone like Mike robbed a bank in North Yankton, but because he cooperated with the FIB, he was unharmed and became rich overnight.
As for the downsides, of course, it's being controlled by others and being forced to do things you don't want to do, so to some extent you have no freedom.
Having analyzed the situation to this point, Ma Jie tentatively said, "Sir, please thank Commissioner Steve for his kindness. I don't think everything I've done is worth that much money. Let's just pay according to the agreement we made beforehand. Just give me twenty-three thousand dollars."
When Mike heard Ma Jie say such a thing, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
After all, he's a cunning old fox approaching 50, and after so many years of navigating the world, he's experienced all sorts of trials and tribulations.
From a human nature perspective, if the stakes are right, even the presidency can be bought, let alone a young person who hasn't yet accumulated enough wealth.
But he could tell from Ma Jieke's words that this young man was quite extraordinary, because he could see through the risks hidden behind the interests at a glance.
This is something I couldn't do when I was young. By the time I had cultivated this ability, I was already stuck in a quagmire and couldn't get out at all.
Otherwise, at this age, with plenty of money, a wife and kids, a warm bed, a mansion and a luxury car, wouldn't it be nice to just go fishing and play golf every day?
But there's nothing that can be done. Once you're in the game, you're bound to have a short life. Unless this FIB commissioner dies suddenly or retires, he'll keep coming to you with similar assignments in the future.
"Brother, you're a smart man. Do I need to be too blunt?"
Mike placed his hand on Ma Jie's shoulder and said earnestly, as if addressing a junior, "If you don't take it, how can I take it? If I don't take it, how can Commissioner Steve take it? If Commissioner Steve doesn't take it, how can either of us improve?"
Hearing the other party's well-organized explanation, Ma Jieke was a little flustered. No, you're trying to play this trick on me?
You're unparalleled in making corruption sound so elegant and refined.
Seeing that Ma Jie still had psychological barriers, Mike continued to comfort him: "Brother, you can think of it this way. If you don't take it, do you think the FIB will trust you? But if you take it, you, me, and Commissioner Steve will all be on the same side. If you encounter any trouble in the future, not only can I help you, but the FIB will too."
"To put it bluntly, if you get arrested, or if a friend of yours gets arrested, the judge and jury can't do anything to you."
...Ma Jieke believed this, after all, the Eastern Depot was a privileged class.
Mike was right about one crucial point: this wasn't a multiple-choice question at all, but a mandatory one.
It will never have a good life if it gets involved with these sons of bitches.
But it doesn't matter. If you can use me, I can use you. Even if you keep a dog, you still have to throw it bones, right?
If all else fails, you can give him a magic wand!
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