pjbooks Chapter 188 Didi Chuxing Proxy Service and Novice Trials
Chapter 188 Didi Chuxing Proxy Service and Novice Trials
Chapter 188 Didi Chuxing Proxy Service and Novice Trials
"Oh my God, can you believe it? I actually took down one of Merryweather's security personnel! Merryweather, you know, they have the most powerful security company in Los Angeles. Rumor has it that the boss of this security company even has a contract with the CIA. Doesn't that mean I've defeated the CIA?"
Inside the pickup truck, which had already sped quite a distance away, Sandy beamed with pride as she boasted about her brilliant performance.
Ma Jieke had a Marlboro dangling from his lips, skillfully inhaling it. Although he wasn't the type to be a heavy smoker, the extra-strong menthol flavor was quite good, having the effect of refreshing the mind and relieving stress.
"Can you tell me first what kind of weird thing you just used? Are you sure it won't kill anyone?"
"This?" Sandy took out the thing that looked like an oxygen mask. "Don't worry, it's just a medical-grade high-efficiency anesthetic mask. I bought it from a doctor who runs an underground clinic. It cost me a full $200. There's an air bladder inside that can be filled with an anesthetic gas called sevoflurane. When you use it, you just put it on your face, and it will make you lose consciousness in ten or twenty seconds."
An underground clinic... a deadly doctor, right?
In Ma Jie's opinion, this was not surprising at all; the Los Santos underworld was all about the bizarre and fantastical.
A high school chemistry teacher who teaches in the classroom during the day can go into his RV to manufacture drugs after work.
The suited lawyers who uphold justice in court may very well be money laundering tools for a criminal organization in private.
Doctors who save lives take off their white coats and open underground clinics to treat kidneys, while also selling contraband.
After confirming it was just a medical anesthetic weapon, Ma Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief, drove the car into a nearby underpass, and stared directly at Sandy in the passenger seat: "Tell me, what was wrong with you? Why did you think of stealing from the rich neighborhood? And you even brought Ellie along! Don't you know she's only 15?"
"Boss, don't make such a big deal out of this, okay?" Faced with the boss's fatherly questioning, Ellie in the back seat looked disdainful: "Sister Sandy just brought me out to do some side hustles."
"A side job?" Ma Jie was dumbfounded: "You call burglary a side job? And stop calling me boss. I'm not a gang leader, and you're not gang members."
"But..."
"Shut up! Kids shouldn't interrupt adults." Ma Jieke wouldn't show any mercy to this kind of troublesome girl: "If I hear another punctuation mark from your mouth, you're no longer a member of the camp. You can go wherever you want, but the Blue Hair Squad doesn't welcome you."
Upon hearing of such a severe punishment, Ellie covered her mouth with both hands, afraid of making the slightest sound.
She had fought with Chief Ma before and knew that there was no such thing as chivalry in his dictionary; he was a man of his word.
"Hey, stop scaring her, okay?" Sandy, seeing this, decided to strike first: "Sweetheart, before you lecture me, can you explain what you were doing at that villa? Don't tell me it was for a party. As far as I know, your social circle is full of poor people, and your richest friend is that bitch Fiona, because she owns a property in Chicago."
"I..." Ma Jie was speechless for a moment after being rebuked, but he quickly pointed to his name tag and said, "Can't you read? I work part-time at Annie's Cake Shop."
"Hahaha, don't make me laugh." Obviously, Ma Jie's forced explanation didn't work and was directly used as a joke. Sandy teased him without restraint: "Your clothes make you look more like a call boy at a host club. How much would it cost me to have sex with you? Oh, by the way, I know a way to play that uses small cakes. I'll show you when I get home tonight."
Damn! What kind of game uses small cakes?
Faced with the completely out-of-control speed, Ma Jieke was actually a little excited.
Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from her, Sandy smiled helplessly: "Alright, alright, I don't care to know about your secret operation. But I wasn't there to steal anything; I was there to complete a beginner's trial."
"What the hell is this 'newbie trial'? Did you ruin your brain playing games?"
"What's the rush? Let me explain it to you slowly." Sandy said, taking out his phone from his pocket and showing him an app.
Ma Jie glanced at it; it was just an ordinary forum, with a line of English text at the top of the page:
AbnormalEvents.
The translation could be "abnormal event," which immediately reminded Ma Jieke of AbnormalCar.
"Doesn't this look familiar?" Sandy's eyes gleamed with excitement. "That's right, it's the latest work from that mysterious big shot who developed the AC software. It's still in the closed beta stage, but I got an invitation code through a friend. Just like with the abnormal vehicle, you can post bounty missions, accept job commissions, and earn bounties and credit points."
"For example, if you have a neighbor who listens to rock music at home late at night and keeps you from sleeping, but you don't dare to confront him, you can post a bounty on this app to recruit bounty hunters to knock on your neighbor's door and warn him. Once the bounty hunter completes the task, you can rate his performance or give him an extra reward."
Holy crap, isn't this the legendary Didi ride-hailing service?
This isn't some old joke; someone actually did this, almost ten years ago on the Chinese internet.
At that time, an app called "Didi Daren" appeared on major app store platforms.
The software boasts the ability to instantly connect users with nearby "thugs," encompassing a diverse range of groups including fitness instructors, veterans, and even petty thugs.
Users can register and log in with their mobile phone number to post tasks, and the fee for taking the task is usually between 200 and 500 yuan.
Once contact is established with the thugs, all you need to do is provide the time, location, and the other person's appearance, preferably with a photo. The thugs can then take action immediately, promising to injure the other person and send them to the hospital.
Although this thing has long been taken down, in the magical Indian subcontinent, an app called "OneClick Response" is still in operation and is very popular among female users.
Whether you encounter sexual harassment, stalking, or robbery, as long as you trigger an SOS alarm in the app, the command center will call you back within seconds to understand the situation and dispatch a rapid response team to the scene.
Sasha Singh, a female user in New Delhi, suffered a flat tire while driving and was surrounded and threatened by three strangers. After using the software, bodyguards arrived at the scene within 12 minutes to handle the situation and escort her home.
Of course, this is not charity. To enjoy the service, you must first become a VIP user. Slum girls and third sisters-in-law can go to sleep now. Don't touch if you don't have money.
After explaining the software functions to Ma Jieke, Sandy unzipped the backpack. Surprisingly, instead of gold and silver treasures, it contained a large metal trophy with the words "So-and-so Music Academy" engraved on the base.
"So someone commissioned you to help steal this trophy?" Ma asked curiously.
“That’s right.” Sandy flicked his hair and replied, “But it’s not a one-way commission. It’s a system-mandated order. Since I just registered, I haven’t passed the newbie trial yet. I have to complete two newbie tasks in a row before I can be accepted as a full member. Otherwise, I’ll be permanently blacklisted. But becoming a full-fledged bounty hunter is just the beginning. I can only take on some trivial commissions. However, for each commission I complete, in addition to the commission, I can also get credit points. Credit points are related to the commission and your positive reviews. The more five-star reviews you get, the faster your credit points will increase, and the more new features you can unlock. But if you get a bad review, you will lose the corresponding credit points. That’s how it works for now.”
"My God, the person who invented this software is a genius."
Ma Jieke couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the free America! As long as you have talent, you'll never have trouble finding a place to showcase it!"
If the right path is blocked, then take the wrong path; all roads lead to the same destination.
As the two were chatting, Sandy's phone rang. It was a text message from the website. After reading the message, he chuckled and said, "Sweetie, do me a favor. My client wants to conduct the transaction offline. For my safety, you wouldn't mind acting as a temporary bodyguard, would you?"
"Sorry, I mind." Ma Jie spread his hands, indicating that he didn't want to get involved in this mess.
"Fine, then Ellie and I will go together." Sandy angrily raised the middle finger in front of him: "If I get kidnapped, you'll regret it. Get out of the car, Ellie, goodbye."
The two girls got off the bus and walked hand in hand toward the nearby subway station.
A moment later, a horn sounded behind them. Ma Jieke sat in the car looking at the two of them with a helpless expression.
They're our own people, after all. If something really happens, we'll be ridiculed to death.
He also wanted to see if the users of this software were reliable. If they were, he couldn't underestimate it. Even if he didn't make money from it, he could still post bounty tasks, and maybe he'd need it someday.
"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't abandon me."
Sandy got back to the car and happily hugged and kissed MaJack. Their relationship was special; they were friends, sex partners, and lived in the same house. It wouldn't be right not to help.
About half an hour later, we arrived at 416 Paulaner Street, East Los Angeles, at a wildly popular chain fried chicken restaurant, O.
Setting the transaction location here makes the other party's profile immediately clear. Like Sandy, they are new users who are equally afraid of being scammed.
Sure enough, a young white man who looked like a student walked in while making a phone call, followed by two black-skinned, white-socked PE students, probably temporary reinforcements from the school.
"Hey, I'm here." Sandy then hung up the phone and got up to greet them.
The other person carefully sat down opposite me, their face covered by a black dust mask, their head and hair hidden inside the hoodie.
"You're the Los Angeles Catwoman?" This guy lowered his voice so much that anyone who didn't know better would think he was an undercover agent making a rendezvous.
"Los Angeles Catwoman" is likely Sandy's virtual ID on the platform; no one would use their real identity to do something like this.
"That's right, the real deal." After confirming each other's identities, Sandy smiled and asked, "Did you bring the money?"
"Where is what I asked for?" The other party was clearly wary, especially since there was a tall, burly Asian man sitting next to this girl, who was obviously there to act as a bodyguard.
"Here, it's exactly the same as the photo you provided." Sandy said, taking the trophy out of his backpack. The student took it and examined it closely, frowning. "Why is there a dent on it?"
"What dent?" Sandy then noticed that there was indeed a small dent on the rim of the metal trophy. It might have been caused when it was thrown out of the window, or it might have been accidentally broken by the original owner. In any case, it was too late to find out the cause now, and the only option was to find a professional to repair it.
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady, if that's the case, please forgive me for not being able to pay you the full amount."
Upon finding this minor flaw, the student's attitude became very firm: "I can only pay you half the commission at most, which is $400."
"What did you say?" Sandy was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode. She immediately retorted, "Who knows how this dent came about? What if it was already there? It's completely unreasonable for you to deduct half of my commission. Do you know how dangerous this job is? I infiltrated a wealthy area, a place full of police and security guards. Now I've brought the item to you, and you're trying to renege on your promise?"
"Who's trying to renege on their debt?" The student mentally assessed the situation. He was on his side plus two Black athletes, while the other side consisted of a white girl, an Asian woman, and a young, immature girl. Clearly, he was going to be easily defeated. So, he wasn't going to back down: "Either take the $400 and let me have the trophy, or we'll call off the deal. I don't want the trophy, but you won't get a single penny. I'll also give you a bad review on AE. Think it over and tell me your choice."
"You!" Sandy gritted his teeth in anger at the guy's harassment. The agreed-upon $800 was lost by $400 because of such a minor flaw that couldn't determine who was responsible. Who could accept that?
"Sister Sandy, 400 is fine. It's not a small amount for us."
Seeing that the two were at an impasse, Ellie whispered a word of advice from the side. For a newbie like her who had just started out on the streets, let alone $400, even $100 would feel like a lot to her.
"Tsk tsk, little sister makes a good point. How about it, cash on delivery?"
The student smirked smugly, his initial caution turning into an aggressive one.
Sandy secretly exchanged a glance with Ma Jack, and said with a forced smile, "Pay up the money."
Seeing that the other party had backed down, the guy immediately counted out $400 from his wallet, feeling incredibly pleased with himself.
The moment he took the money, Ma Jie suddenly grabbed his wrist and slammed it hard onto the table.
A sharp dagger had appeared in Sandy's right hand at some point, and he stabbed it into the back of the other person's hand!
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