pjbooks Chapter 152 Venturing Deep into the Wilderness, Bravely Fighting the Security Guards
Chapter 152 Venturing Deep into the Wilderness, Bravely Fighting the Security Guards
Chapter 152 Venturing Deep into the Wilderness, Bravely Fighting the Security Guards
Whole wheat toast bread x2 bags (near expiration date), Lay's lime-flavored potato chips x5 bags (near expiration date), chilled grain-fed beef steak x3 boxes (past its best-before date), Domino's bacon pizza x7 slices (fresh and edible).
One backpack (90% new), two wooden dining chairs (undamaged), one used tire, several clothes and shoes, several cardboard boxes, and several plastic items.
15.7KG of scrap iron products, 4.3KG of scrap aluminum products, 1 Samsung 50-inch LCD TV (circuit fault), 1 Sony PS4 game console (undamaged), 1 i7 computer host (motherboard damaged).
"Stop the car, Max! Stop the car!" Seeing the last few items, MaJack simply couldn't ignore them anymore.
Good heavens, is this a trash can or a treasure chest? The drop rate is absolutely crushing the poor folks.
The middle class in the US are simply inhuman; they throw everything away like trash, and this is only a mid-level map. I can't even imagine what's in the rich neighborhood.
Hearing Ma Jie shout at the top of his lungs, Max thought something had happened and quickly slammed on the brakes to stop the RV.
"Come with me, bro." He patted Jimmy on the shoulder, and the latter understood immediately, scurrying off with him as he got out of the car.
The two headed straight for the jungle, and the first two shots were played at zero frames. The moment the cover was lifted, the kid couldn't help but let out a gasp.
"Wow!" The scene before Jimmy was a visual feast; he didn't know where to look.
But from Ma Jieke's perspective, it was a complete mess. There were plenty of valuable items, but also a lot of junk that had no recycling value, all mixed up in a chaotic mess.
But just as he was feeling at a loss, Jimmy had already put on gloves, grabbed a large, obstructing piece of aluminum alloy with both hands, and slammed it against the trash can, pulling it out with all his might.
Seeing this, Ma Jie quickly went to help, which cleared a lot of space. The boy nimbly flipped over and jumped in, picked up a stainless steel kitchen sink and handed it to him.
The remaining metal scraps were all in small pieces; some were in cardboard boxes, some were hidden in bags, and some were fixed to an object, requiring the nuts to be loosened before they could be removed.
However, this was no challenge for the jungle master. He picked up a perfectly intact cardboard box on the spot and quickly filled it with a series of clanging sounds.
While Ma Jie was collecting metal products, he had already taken a large color TV, a game console, and an i7 computer from the black treasure chest next to him.
Seeing that the two hadn't returned, Max and the others had no choice but to get out of the car to look for them. When they finally found them, they were so angry that they almost had a stroke.
No, we came to visit the new house. Did you two rummage through the trash cans?
Just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw that Sandy and Fiona had also been drawn to the scene.
One person took a liking to the two wooden dining chairs, while the other picked and chose among a pile of packaging boxes.
"What a generous gift! This chair looks brand new. If it were in my hometown, it would have been taken away long ago."
"Wow, look what I found! Radish lipsticks, and they're even in a gift box! Have the people in this community gone mad?"
"Haha, I found a parasol. Look, it can be opened and closed, it's not broken at all."
"Max, come quick, come quick! Lots of women's shoes from affordable luxury brands, they look at least 90% new."
Seeing the four of them completely engrossed in opening treasure chests, Max looked utterly hopeless.
She could already foresee how the neighbors would view this tenant in the future.
"Seriously, Jack? Where did you get all this electronic equipment?"
Jimmy was happily collecting scrap metal when he suddenly saw Jack Ma's bountiful haul.
"Maybe it was lost when Brother Fu moved," Ma Jieke chuckled. "Game consoles, computers, TVs—these are all necessities. We can just find a repair shop to fix them and then we won't need to buy new ones."
"My God, let's not waste any more time here. Let's call someone to bring the pickup truck over. This place is so lucrative, there must be a lot of competition."
For Jimmy, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he could pick up the money for ten days or half a month, he could probably cover two months' rent.
Just as he was about to take action, he saw an electric patrol car drive towards him, and two uniformed community security guards jumped out of it.
"Hey, what are you doing? Who gave you permission to come in?"
Ma Jieke's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, in slightly higher-level jungle areas, there would be no way it wouldn't be guarded by jungle monsters.
Otherwise, with such a low drop rate, everyone would have been scrambling to buy it, and there wouldn't have been a chance for me to get it.
"Hey kid, put those things down!" One of the security guards, a slightly overweight middle-aged man, rushed over with a glare. He glanced at the neatly stacked spoils on the ground and immediately became furious: "Homeless people aren't allowed in this community. Are you blind? If you know what's good for you, get out of here."
This attitude...
That's good, at least it was a verbal warning.
It is said that in order to drive away homeless people, security guards in some communities will simply unleash dogs to bite them, or even use Taser guns to stun them before dragging them out.
Who knows if you're mentally sound or carrying a virus? After all, you can't judge someone who's homeless by common sense.
"Who told you we're homeless?" Seeing the other party's rude attitude, Fiona, who was in charge of liaising with the landlord, was the first to object: "We're tenants, okay? We live in this community."
"You?" Hearing her say that, the fat security guard laughed disdainfully, "Don't try to fool me, skinny girl. Do you know how expensive the rent is in this community? This is Rose Garden, a high-end community invested by Lennar Construction, which is only for high-income social elites. And you look like you're either working odd jobs in a restaurant or doing housekeeping work."
"Oh really? And what about you, you pig-headed idiot?" Fiona retorted bluntly to his offensive remarks, "You've gotten a sense of superiority from being a patrol dog, haven't you?"
"You bitch, say that again if you dare!" Upon hearing such a highly insulting term, the security guard reacted with immediate anger.
But that's exactly how it is. I'm subservient to homeowners, but I crack down hard on homeless people.
It's just that homeless people belong to the lowest social stratum, so even cats and dogs want to come up and trample on them.
"Are you deaf? I'm calling you a dog, a dog that takes a chicken feather as an arrow and likes to bite people indiscriminately. Are you itching to bite now, you bitch!"
After being verbally abused by Fiona with two fingers pointing to the sky, the fat security guard was furious, his face turning red with anger. He used to frequently drive away homeless people, and none of those garbage collectors dared to treat him like that.
If you catch a homeless woman who's even remotely attractive, threaten her with trespassing, take her to a small, dark room, and then search her under the guise of a body search... hehehe...
"You're under arrest, skinny girl. Come with me for questioning. I'm now charging you with burglary."
"What?" Hearing his reason for this, Fiona almost lost her composure: "Are you a federal agent or a Los Angeles police officer? Do you have the right to arrest me? You idiot!"
Seeing her extremely arrogant attitude, the fat security guard decided to use violence and took out a Taser from his tactical belt.
As soon as he made that move, before he could even release the safety lock, something unexpected happened.
Three pistols were aimed at him from different angles, all pointing at his body and head.
Sandy, a professional female gangster, already uses a handgun for self-defense, while Max uses a Belgian FNFive-Seven that Majeke had discarded.
Majeke's sidearm is a Staccato XC worth $4000.
This scared the security guard so much he almost wet his pants. His expression could only be described as: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?
Wait, are homeless people these days really that well-equipped? Are they scavengers or special forces soldiers?!
Seeing this horrifying scene, Fiona laughed gleefully: "Haha, die, red-faced pig! Now I'm going to shit on your neck, what can you do about it?"
"Calm down... calm down, guys, I didn't mean any harm, really."
With trembling hands, he placed the stun gun at his feet and knelt down to give a French military salute.
Otherwise, are you just waiting to get shot? Do you even know who's mentally ill and who's a deranged serial killer?
Ma Jie strode up to him and looked down at him, saying, "Listen, I'm giving you two choices: either call your superiors and make a scene, or pretend nothing happened, get up and get out of here. But let me make this clear: we're not as easy to bully as you think."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving right now, I didn't see anything."
Is there even a choice? I only make three thousand yuan a month, why would I risk my life?
Watching the security guards flee in disarray, everyone loaded their collected loot onto the RV and headed to their target location.
About two minutes later, we arrived at a very beautiful two-story house.
The building's exterior was painted with a layer of pure white latex paint, and the roof was covered with azure blue metal tiles, giving it a rather stylish look in the sunlight.
There are two doors on the left and right sides respectively. One slightly larger sensor door leads directly to the garage, while the other low fence door is for pedestrians.
The fence seamlessly integrates with the house, leaving a small courtyard in the center.
This is the advantage of detached houses; unlike apartment buildings, there is almost no additional building space besides the interior and rooftop.
More upscale houses, in addition to the front yard, even have a backyard, which can be built into a stable and a private garden.
Walking through the courtyard, there is a white veranda surrounding the outermost edge of the house, serving as a buffer zone between the stairs and the door.
It provides shelter from the rain and a place to rest in a deck chair. There are even two windows under the eaves that allow you to see into the basement.
This is the quintessential American home. For the American people, owning such a large house in this location makes the homeowner a true practitioner of the American Dream.
After waiting outside for about 3 minutes, an adorable apricot-yellow Volkswagen Beetle drove up. The model was clearly a replica of a classic car produced in the last century.
"Here it comes, the landlord's car." Seeing the vehicle, Fiona reminded everyone, "Everyone, please be polite. Oh, by the way, she likes to be called Lady Elizabeth."
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