pjbooks Chapter 168 FBI! You're under arrest!
Chapter 168 FBI! You're under arrest!
Chapter 168 FBI! You're under arrest!
"Okay, your industry is really messy." Ma Jieke gave an awkward smile. "So, what should I do to avoid misunderstandings like the one just now?"
The green-haired female bartender casually switched the positions of the lighter and the cigarette pack.
"Is that all?"
"ON, this is a bad example." She smiled maliciously. "If you put it like that, it means you want to sleep with someone else."
Holy crap... there are so many rules about how a cigarette box and a lighter are placed?
Ma Jieke simply stopped asking and stuffed the item into his pocket, indicating that he hadn't done his homework properly.
Keep learning, there's no end to learning!
"Jimmy, you need to find a way to get the target's attention, understand?"
Seeing the kid sitting awkwardly in the corner, Ma Jie got a little annoyed and whispered into the button microphone.
"So what should I do? Just walk up and strike up a conversation?" But he got angry: "I've already made a huge sacrifice. I feel terrible right now. I feel like a callboy, sitting here waiting for my sugar daddy to come and have his way with me."
"And now you want me to actively seduce others? What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?!"
"OK, OK, calm down, bro, take a deep breath." Ma Jieke knew he was under a lot of psychological pressure, after all, he had no experience at all.
But at this critical moment, a waiter suddenly walked towards him, carrying a large bouquet of roses and a bottle of red wine.
"Hello Sir, this is something the gentleman over there asked me to deliver to you."
Jimmy followed his gaze and saw an elderly man raising a glass of red wine and nodding at him.
After the waiter left, the other person slowly walked over, sat down on the sofa next to him, and couldn't help but look him up and down.
"Hey baby, I've been watching you for a while now. Is this your first time visiting a place like this?"
Jimmy looked at the roses and red wine on the table, his breath heavy with excessive cologne, probably to mask the smell of old age.
The old man was clearly completely captivated, and a certain part of his body began to stir: "Don't be nervous, boy. This is my first time in this circle, and I'm even more shy than you. But once you bravely take the first step, you'll know that your choice right now is absolutely right."
As the old man spoke, he slowly moved his buttocks toward Jimmy, and by the time Jimmy realized it, the other man's face was almost touching his.
"Oh shit, what are you doing!" The kid was startled and quickly hid in the distance.
Seeing his strong reaction, the old man's expression instantly changed from sunny to cloudy: "Are you kidding me? You accepted my gift, but you won't even let me touch it? What are you doing in this bar then, pretending to be innocent?"
"OK, you think I didn't give you enough?" He said, pulling out his wallet from his pocket and taking out a wad of green US dollars, which he threw at Jimmy like trash. "Is this enough? Is this enough? Is this enough to buy you for one night? Speak up, look in my eyes."
Tell me why.
"Jack, Jimmy seems to be in trouble, what should we do?" Max urgently relayed the message through his earpiece.
But as he was speaking, Ma Jie got up and walked through the crowd, heading straight for a corner of the bar.
"Hi sweetheart, I'm late." After a perfunctory greeting, she turned to the old man beside her and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
The old man was completely dumbfounded. "No way, you have a boyfriend and you're fishing here?"
Seizing the opportunity, Ma Jie grabbed the man by the collar and slapped him twice across the face, his sweet words dripping with honey: "You damn old bastard, who gave you permission to harass him?"
Faced with the fierce-looking, strong Asian man in front of him, the old man swallowed hard, "Sorry, buddy, it's a misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding?" Ma Jie, putting on a dramatic act, looked at the dumbfounded Jimmy: "Did he lay a hand on you?"
The latter mechanically shook his head, completely absorbed in someone's performance art.
"You old bastard, you're lucky this time, otherwise I'd crush your balls. Get lost!"
"Fine, fine, I'll get out, I'll get out." After such a heavy blow, the old man felt like he was about to have a heart attack, and he got up and ran away without daring to look back.
Once he was out of sight, Ma Jieke finally breathed a sigh of relief. Who the hell would have thought that this kid was so charming, attracting attention even while sitting in a corner?
"Can I withdraw from this operation?" Jimmy asked, his head drooping, looking very dejected.
"No." Ma Jie looked at him helplessly. "But I did oversimplify this matter. Give me a few minutes to reorganize my thoughts."
Just as he was racking his brains for a solution, Max's voice came through the earpiece again: "Oh no, Jack, the target can't find a suitable person to talk to and seems to be preparing to leave. What should we do?"
"Find a way to keep him here!"
"How can we keep him here? Walder, he's already moving towards the door."
In desperation, Max didn't care about anything else, picked up the cocktail in front of him, pretended to be drunk, and walked towards Paul Alexandras.
The moment he bumped into the other person, he spilled all the liquor on the guy's crotch.
"Damn it! Can't you watch where you're going?"
Enraged by the soaking wet Bauer, he waved his arms and berated Max.
The latter quickly put on a pitiful look: "I'm sorry, sir, I really didn't mean to. Shall I wipe it clean for you?"
"Don't touch me!" Bauer dodged away in protest, seemingly unwilling to have any contact with women.
"What should we do then? How much are your pants worth? I can pay you back the original price."
"80 US dollars." The guy wasn't being polite at all: "Pay up!"
Max rummaged through his pockets for a while and pulled out a bunch of small bills and coins, looking embarrassed. "That's all I have. Why don't you leave me an address and I'll send you the money later?"
Seeing that she didn't seem to do it on purpose, Paul thought for a moment and decided to accept his bad luck: "Never mind, I don't want to make things so complicated. You can go now. Be careful next time you walk, and don't bump into people."
"OK, thank you sir, you're such a kind person."
Before Max could finish speaking, Bauer turned and walked toward the bathroom.
"Jack, the target has entered the men's restroom. What's the next step?"
"The opportunity has arrived. Tell Xiao Fu to get the car ready." Having received this crucial information, Ma Jie quickly pulled Jimmy up. "Listen, buddy, we're going in together. Just watch my signals, understand?"
"Understood." Jimmy nodded reluctantly.
When Ma Jie walked outside the restroom, he noticed a detail: in addition to the traditional men's and women's restrooms, this bar actually had a separate transgender restroom. That's really something else. I wonder if they'll divide restrooms into 97 types in the future? If that's the case, then America's infrastructure should be able to catch up.
Sure enough, when we entered the men's restroom, Bauer, whose pants had been soiled, was washing himself with water and tissues.
After the two finished relieving themselves, they went to the washbasin to wash their hands. Despite being repeatedly told what to do, the kid just wouldn't budge.
In desperation, Ma Jie had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, walking directly up to the other man and saying, "Hey buddy, my partner just bet me that I wouldn't dare invite you to sit down and have a drink."
While speaking, she put her arm around Jimmy's shoulder in a friendly gesture.
But when they came in, Bauer actually noticed a detail hidden in Jimmy's body in the mirror: the gray handkerchief in his left trouser pocket.
If someone deliberately leaves their handkerchief exposed, it means they are looking for a partner; if they do this while already in a relationship, it means they want to be more extravagant.
Upon learning the situation, the guy immediately became excited and forgot all about the unpleasantness from before.
A muscular Asian man with a strong physique and masculine appearance, and a delicate, handsome blond boy.
Such a high-quality combination is rare, and if you can establish a long-term business relationship with them, it would be a truly worthwhile experience.
Thinking of this, Paul Alexandras immediately responded: "Sorry, buddy, I look a bit disheveled right now. Some blue-haired guy accidentally spilled a cocktail on me and can't even afford to pay me back."
"Haha, you're really unlucky then." Ma Jie laughed heartily, and then continued, "But the hotel we're staying at offers dry cleaning services. If it's convenient for you, you can come with us. We can also do some fun things while we're at it, you know what I mean, buddy."
Damn... so direct? Bauer felt this was moving a bit too fast, like a windfall.
But upon seeing MaJack's physique and Jimmy's face, he immediately succumbed: "Okay bro, where's that hotel you're talking about?"
Seeing that the other party had accepted the invitation, Ma Jieke felt relieved and casually mentioned the name of a high-end hotel, telling them that the hotel also provided a dedicated driver who could come at any time with just one phone call.
After doing all this, he went out for a couple of drinks with Bauer without making a sound. As they walked out of the bar, a white Adventurer Bison was parked right in front of the door.
A black man in uniform stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the car door with great enthusiasm; it was none other than Franklin, who had been lying in wait.
The three of them got into the car at the same time. Jimmy sat in the passenger seat, while MaJack deliberately sat in the back.
"Wow, I've lived in Dogtown for so long and I never knew there was a hotel that offered 24-hour shuttle service."
As soon as Bauer got into the car, he started complaining: "But if I may be so bold, this car is really not that great. It's not as good as a Bentley limousine."
"But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I got to know you guys... yawn."
"Oh shit, I don't know why I'm suddenly so sleepy. Have we drunk too much?"
As this guy was talking, his vision started to blur, his eyelids felt as heavy as lead, his head tilted against the car window, and he completely lost consciousness.
"Phew, finally done." After confirming the other person was sound asleep, Ma Jieke spoke into the headset, "Max, are you sure the drug's effects will last an hour?"
"Of course." Her voice sounded unquestionable: "I bought it from a black gang, how could it be wrong? It cost me a full $120."
"Okay, I hope you didn't get scammed."
"Franklin, drive faster, let's meet up with Old Cui as soon as possible."
"Received." Xiao Fu said, stepping on the gas pedal. The Adventurer Bison sped away from the town like a white shooting star.
He didn't know how much time had passed when Paul Alexandras opened his heavy eyelids. He had a splitting headache and no strength in his limbs.
When he regained some consciousness, he found that his entire body was bound by a rope as thick as a thumb, and he could not make any extra movements except for wriggling.
The other end of the rope was tied to the impact skid of a helicopter, also known as the landing gear.
Looking around, it turned out not to be a luxurious hotel room, but a vast, uninhabited wilderness.
Such open spaces are most common in the United States, given its vast land area, small resident population, and the fact that there are open areas between states and between towns.
"Ah!!!" His first reaction was to pay homage to the roaring groundhog, since normal people would not have any other reaction except to scream in panic when faced with this situation.
Didn't we agree on a trip for three? Where the hell did this come from?!
Upon hearing his call, Ma Jie walked straight over, half-squatted in front of the other person, and revealed a foldable black leather ID holder.
The upper layer contains an identification card, with the department seal, bold and large blue FBI lettering, and Jack Ma's professional photo from left to right.
The lower half is divided into two parts. The identification card on the left has a brief description of the duties and the printed name of the FBI Director.
On the right is a gleaming gold metal badge. The upper half of the badge features a bald eagle, while the lower half is a shield. On the shield is a small figure holding a sword in his left hand and scales in his right, representing fair enforcement of the law.
This thing wasn't cheap. I had Sandy contact a fake document dealer overnight to order it, and it cost a whopping $200. Thinking about it now still hurts.
Fortunately, the workmanship is not shoddy; apart from the lack of anti-counterfeiting features, it is more than enough to fool the average person.
After all, genuine FBI credentials contain a large number of visible and invisible security features, making them even more complex than currency.
Holographic images: When the badge is tilted, a changing holographic pattern can be seen, usually a departmental emblem or the American national eagle.
Microprinting: There are extremely small texts in specific areas that require a magnifying glass to see clearly.
Ultraviolet (UV) characteristics: Under ultraviolet light, special patterns or text will appear.
Color-changing ink: The color of certain text or patterns changes when viewed from different angles.
"FBI, is this Bauer Alexandras? You're under arrest!"
Before the other party could see any more details, Ma Jie put away his identification: "Someone has reported you for allegedly being involved in a murder case. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to hire a lawyer, and if you are unable to do so, the court will appoint one for you."
"Now that your rights have been explained, do you have anything else to say?"
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