pjbooks Chapter 167 Tonight, let's hunt to our hearts' content!
Chapter 167 Tonight, let's hunt to our hearts' content!
Chapter 167 Tonight, let's hunt to our hearts' content!
"What's wrong, blue-haired hottie? Am I not fierce and imposing enough?"
Trevor is a natural social butterfly, especially with the opposite sex.
Upon hearing this flippant address, Max immediately launched his offensive: "Listen, you bald old man, to me you look like a roll of toilet paper that's been used and thrown away, all crumpled and filthy. I swear no woman would want to sleep with you, except, of course, the cheapest street prostitute."
"Haha, Jack, where did you meet this sexy white chick?" Trevor, amused by Max's insults, said, "It's been a long time since a woman dared to talk to me like that."
"You like being insulted by Her Majesty, don't you?" Max rolled her fiery eyes and slapped him with a middle finger painted with bright nail polish. "Then you're in for a treat, you better be prepared, you bitch!"
"Alright, alright, that's enough about the rewards." Seeing that the topic had drifted a bit off-topic, Ma Jie said, "How about this, Old Cui and I will take the helicopter ahead and arrange accommodations for everyone, so you can rest as soon as you arrive in Dogtown."
Everyone naturally had no objection to Ma Jieke's suggestion.
The straight-line distance from Los Angeles to Dogtown is 300 kilometers, and it takes at least 3 hours to drive there. Only a skilled driver like Franklin can do that; for an average person, it would take at least four or five hours.
But helicopters are much faster. Civilian helicopters typically travel at speeds of 220 to 280 km/h, and can reach their destination in just over an hour.
During the voyage, Ma Jieke was not idle; he carefully organized the existing files and materials at hand.
Some were provided directly by Ellie and Evans, while others were scraped from the internet.
During the intelligence gathering process, Ma Jieke discovered that Angel City had been exposed by the media more than once, revealing serious internal management problems.
Each time, it's all bark and no bite. The person in charge gives a token apology and explanation to the outside world, says some meaningless nonsense, and then gets religious groups and charities to endorse them, and that's it.
So here's the question: what are the regulators doing?
The answer is no regulator.
Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In principle, the main department responsible for supervising schools is the state education department under the state government.
However, the state education department's oversight of private schools focuses on only two points.
First, can the school's teaching staff and learning environment meet the minimum operating standards?
Second, has the school been charging fees arbitrarily or infringing on the interests of consumers (parents)?
Besides, what the school teaches, how it teaches, how it manages teachers, and how it manages students are all decided by the school's management.
As for the Ministry of Education under the federal government, it is practically non-existent.
The reason is based on the Tenth Amendment to the Constitution: the right to education is not granted to the federal government, but is reserved for the states or the people.
In other words, apart from its name being somewhat related to education, the Ministry of Education has no power to intervene in or supervise any schools across the country.
The sole purpose of this department is to allocate federal education funding and collect teaching data from various states for research and comparison.
Trump has signed an executive order to initiate the process of dissolving the U.S. Department of Education. Although it has not yet been approved by Congress, the Department of Education has already shrunk significantly, with at least 50% of its staff being laid off.
In other words, the federal government has no jurisdiction, and even if the state government tries to, it's ineffective.
This means that all matters concerning the school are decided by the internal management and are not subject to external supervision.
If it's one of the top Ivy League schools, that's fine, since they already have a good reputation.
However, in underdeveloped areas, such as schools with a large Black population, the administration can create all sorts of outrageous school rules. For example, if students insult or talk back to teachers, there won't be any counselors to provide psychological guidance to the students. Instead, the students will be directly contacted by the local police station, where the police will persuade and educate them.
And in fully enclosed boarding schools like Angel City, it's even harder to imagine what might happen. Once children are sent there, they're basically fish on a chopping board, with no way to communicate with the outside world.
An hour later, the plane landed safely in Dogtown. The landing point was carefully chosen, on the roof of the town hospital, which was relatively safer.
Because hospitals, police stations, and government agencies usually have pre-approved and designated helicopter landing zones.
You can't go to the police station, and government agencies are probably out of the question too, so a hospital is the most suitable option.
After exchanging a few words with the security guards who rushed to the scene, the two successfully left the hospital and eventually arrived at a budget hotel in a small town.
After booking the room and waiting for everyone to arrive, Ma Jieke wasted no time. He took a photo out of the file folder and glued it to the wall.
The photo shows a rather sleazy-looking guy with glasses, a round face, a buzz cut, and a full beard—typical Mediterranean features. He looks to be around 40 years old, but the photo seems to have been taken from the internet, as the image quality isn't very high.
"Bauer Alexandras, 42 years old, is the assistant principal of Angel City. He has repeatedly punished, imprisoned, and beaten students who violate school rules on behalf of Principal Corey, becoming his number one accomplice." After introducing his basic information, MaJack continued, "According to Ellie, this guy is a zero and often hangs out at the Old Captain's Bar on Bulland Street in Dogtown, mostly between 9 pm and 1 am."
"Wait a minute." After Ma Jie finished reporting the details, Jimmy raised his hand curiously: "What does 'zero' mean?"
"Are you serious, kid?" Max said impatiently, explaining, "You just like the passive Nantong. If you like the active one, that's one. Shouldn't that be basic common sense for you?"
"Who told you I should know these things?" Jimmy retorted, clearly annoyed by Max's direct teasing. "I won't learn about things I'm not interested in!"
"Quiet, quiet," Ma Jie interrupted them like a teacher. "Don't change the subject. We have limited time. If we want to infiltrate Angel City, we'd better find an inside man first. In my opinion, this guy is the best candidate. The specific procedure is as follows..."
"Did you all understand?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Jimmy, who looked reluctant.
"Brother, speak your mind. Don't wait until the operation begins before you start throwing a tantrum."
Noticing his unusual behavior, Ma Jie walked straight up to him.
The latter looked at him unhappily: "Why send me as bait? Can't someone else do it? Like you. Since this guy likes to be passive, you're definitely more attractive than me."
"OK, if I'm going to be the bait, then what are you going to do?" Ma Jie looked at him calmly: "Are you a better fighter than Max, or a better shooter than me, or do you think you can outrun Franklin? Oh right, I get it, you used to be in the Air Force and were an ace pilot, so you should be the one piloting the helicopter."
As he finished speaking, Jimmy's face turned red and white with anger. So in your eyes, I'm just a useless piece of trash?
Seeing his mood plummet, Ma Jie realized he had gone too far and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and laugh, "Alright, alright, just pretend I was talking nonsense. Even if you're not happy with this division of labor, think about Ellie and Evans, those poor kids, and all the many others you've never met. They're all waiting for your help, and you're just throwing a tantrum. Do you think that's how a man should behave?"
"Tch, don't try to provoke me with that. Being bait is fine, what's the big deal!"
Under Ma Jieke's indoctrination, the kid immediately became obedient, though he still refused to admit defeat verbally.
As night falls, the Old Captain's Bar on Burland Street becomes a lively hub of activity.
As one of the few entertainment venues in the town, it is a gathering place for a large number of straight men—that's a joke.
When going to nightclubs in Laomei, be sure to carefully check before entering, and first look to see if there is a conspicuous rainbow flag hanging outside.
Typically, a rainbow flag consists of six colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
If all six colors are on the flag, it means that all LGBTQ+ communities are welcome.
If there are only 2 to 4 colors, or colors that are not outside the rainbow flag, such as white, gray,
Pink, light pink, light blue, light green.
This makes identification much more difficult, as each color represents an X-orientation, and different color combinations will create new meanings.
According to authoritative statistics, there are as many as 97 gender classifications recognized by the U.S. government and some institutions.
Fun fact: There are only 118 chemical elements known to humankind.
If this trend continues, it's only a matter of time before it develops into a discipline.
Take this Old Captain's Bar as an example; the rainbow flags hanging in front of the door are pink, yellow, and blue.
Pink represents attraction to women, blue represents attraction to men, and yellow represents attraction to non-binary individuals.
There's not much to say about men and women, but the meaning of "non-binary" is a bit hard to understand.
Simply put, it means believing that one's gender is somewhere between male and female, or neither male nor female, or both male and female, or even not acknowledging the existence of "gender".
In short, the people who enter this bar are all pansexual; they can like men, women, or even transvestites, emphasizing a high degree of freedom.
Note that this is fundamentally different from homosexuality, which is only interested in one gender, while pansexuality is interested in all genders.
"Here he comes, isn't that him?" Ma Jieke sat in a vehicle across from the bar, holding binoculars in one hand and a photograph in the other, repeatedly confirming the target.
"That's right, the features are too obvious." Max said, looking at Jimmy, who was already dressed up, and stuffed a hidden earpiece into his ear, and another disguised as a button on his collar: "Now it's your turn, kid. You go in first, Jack and I will follow shortly. Make sure your acting is natural. If you feel any danger, shout into the earpiece, and we'll be there to support you."
"OK, don't worry." Jimmy took a few deep breaths, while MaJack tossed him a gray handkerchief and instructed, "Once you're inside, put the handkerchief in your left trouser pocket. Remember, the left. Don't get it backwards. Left represents dominance, and right represents submission. They are completely opposite meanings."
"Jack, you know so much."
After Jimmy got out of the car, Max looked at him with ill intent.
"Likewise." Ma Jie glanced at his watch; one minute remained on the countdown. He and Max entered the bar one after the other.
The interior decor was so-so, with colorful decorations everywhere to distinguish it from other bars in town.
"Good evening, buddy. What would you like to drink?"
As soon as Ma Jieke settled into his high stool, a female bartender with tattooed arms slid over on roller skates. Her hair was dyed an exaggerated fluorescent green, making her look like a cartoon character.
"Beer, thank you."
Upon hearing his brief request, the female bartender took it upon herself to open a bottle of Corona, add ice and lemon slices, and push it in front of Ma Jack.
Although it's not worth much money, it's still a little more expensive than the industrial lager in a beer keg.
After taking a couple of sips of his beer, Ma Jie habitually took out his cigarettes and lighter, lit one, and while puffing out smoke, secretly observed Jimmy's situation.
As soon as he walked in, he stupidly picked a secluded corner where no one went, ordered a soft drink, and started sipping it through a straw.
The experienced Paul Alexandras didn't go anywhere; he simply leaned against the metal railing of the bar's dance floor, watching the chaotic dance while searching for his target for the night.
"Hey bro, all alone?" Just as Ma Jie was about to remind Jimmy to move to another seat, a black man in his 30s suddenly sat down next to him.
He looked like a true West Coast native, wearing an oversized coat and baggy pants that didn't match his size, and a gold necklace around his neck that was thicker than a dog leash.
"Watz yo nem ?" This guy wasn't shy at all and immediately started asking about my household registration: "Where are you from?"
"Jaypan? Smida?"
Ma Jie ignored him, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and took another sip of his drink.
"Hey buddy, don't ignore me. You're here to have fun, are you going to pretend to be innocent?"
As the old black man spoke, he boldly put his hand on Jack Ma's shoulder.
The latter acted as if a passive ability had been triggered, instantly getting up and performing a counter-grappling maneuver.
Thump! Old Hei's head slammed heavily against the bar, his arms completely pinned behind his back.
"No, no, no, don't be angry, bro. It's my fault. I'll leave, I'll leave, okay?"
The other person was so frightened that their forehead was covered in cold sweat, and they kept apologizing. Good heavens, you're like someone who's been through the wringer!
"Get lost." Ma Jie didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he let go of him.
After the old black man rubbed his shoulder and ran away, the green-haired female bartender came over, glanced at the lighter and cigarette pack in front of Ma Jack, and immediately burst out laughing: "Buddy, looks like you're not one of us. You put the lighter under the cigarette pack, which is like telling everyone to come and fuck me, you know?"
Huh? Jack Ma seems a bit flustered. Is there really such a saying?