pjbooks Chapter 198 Naval Combat and FIB Missions
Chapter 198 Naval Combat and FIB Missions
Chapter 198 Naval Combat and FIB Missions
Biu! Biu! Biu!
"Oh shit, those lunatics opened fire." Hearing the gunshot behind her, Trish was so frightened that she leaned down and pressed herself tightly against MaJack's back.
But since arriving in Los Angeles, this person has experienced at least eight or ten gunfights, and is no longer a newbie.
The chance of hitting a target while driving a motorboat on a bumpy sea is probably lower than the probability of discovering that your girlfriend is a virgin after falling in love.
So Ma Jie wasn't worried at all, after all, if luck wasn't on his side, he still had [bullet time] as a backup.
"Come with me, Jack, let's teach these bastards a lesson."
Old Mike roared and twisted the throttle, driving the Little Shark past them and heading straight for the water outlet on the shore.
Without hesitation, Ma Jie followed him inside, only to discover that it was a man-made canal, completely still compared to the undulating waves of the sea.
He also understood what Old Mac meant, reached for his sidearm at his waist, and prepared to launch a counterattack using the terrain advantage.
"Jack, so your name is Jack!" Trish said excitedly from behind. "How long have you known my dad? I've never seen you before."
"Tracy, I don't have time to chat with you right now." In his field of vision, the Aryan Brotherhood members had already entered the waterway, showing no intention of letting him go.
But Trish seemed completely unfazed, exuding confidence: "Don't worry, Jack, my dad can handle everything. Although he treats his family like a jerk, he always manages to smooth things over whenever we get into trouble. Once, my mom was caught stealing clothes in a designer store by security guards, who called the police. He actually sneaked into the police car and snatched my mom away on the spot."
"Another time, Jimmy was short of money and secretly sold the family yacht, but the person he was dealing with didn't pay and planned to rob it. It was my dad who stepped in and saved the yacht and him."
"As for me, haha, I'm the smarter one. I've never bothered him. By the way, Jack, do you like marijuana? I have a friend who does it. He can get the best stuff. If you're free tonight, you can come to my room for a marijuana party, just the two of us. What do you think of that idea?"
Listening to the girl rambling on like an old woman, Ma Jie secretly vowed in his heart that he must never get involved with her, otherwise she would stick to him like a piece of chewing gum.
However, to be fair, Old Mike's parenting skills are quite lacking; from his spouse to his children, none of them are easy to manage.
There was no way around it; the father grew up on a lavish lifestyle, and the mother had worked in a special profession. Even with their combined education, they couldn't afford a high school diploma.
How could a child raised in such a family environment possibly be a normal person? You should be grateful if they don't cause a huge mess in the world.
"Jack, get ready to move."
After passing through a dimly lit underground river, they entered a large open body of water. The two piloted the motorboat in a circle, attacking from both sides.
As soon as the Aryan Brotherhood pursuers showed themselves, Old Mac and Majesty fired their guns almost simultaneously.
These idiots, having just emerged from the darkness, were unable to adjust to the light and were practically blind.
Bang! Comment! Bang!
Immediately, someone was hit by a peanut, the sound of gunshots and screams mingling together, accompanied by spurting blood, and they fell into the water with a splash.
Upon seeing this, the remaining defeated soldiers hurriedly turned and ran away, fearing that they would be the ones to die for their teammates.
"Oh my God, you killed that man. I was planning to sleep with him."
Amidst Trish's complaints, the duo sped away on their jet ski and soon arrived at the beach pier.
"Damn it, I saw that traitor, Jimmy, Jimmy!!!"
"You damned bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
After the jet ski came to a stop, Trish roared and charged forward, as if she wanted to take her brother down with her, since only he knew where she was.
But as the kid backed away, he immediately betrayed his father: "Hey, Trish, calm down. The real bastard is over there. He smashed my TV and then brought me to the beach. The beach, oh my god, my skin is all sunburned."
"So what? You let him ruin my day, my beautiful day!"
"NONONO, I didn't know he would come looking for you. He forced me to tell you. You know, his eyes were like a madman's, just like when he's having a fit at home."
Listening to her brother's half-truthful explanation, Trish reached out to stop Mike from stepping forward: "Daddy, I don't want to hear your excuses. Ever since we moved from North Yankton to Los Angeles, I've lost all my playmates and friends, so I've tried desperately to socialize and fit into this city. But what about you? You've destroyed all the connections I've worked so hard to build time and time again..."
"Baby, I'm doing this entirely for your own good. Look at the kind of friends you've made: porn directors, gang members, marijuana dealers. Do you really think those people are genuinely good to you?"
"Enough! I don't want to hear it!" Trish covered her ears in disgust. "Go away! I'm going home now, to be the good girl you want me to be. One day I'll jump off the roof, and then you'll be holding my cold corpse, and then you'll say it was all for my own good!"
After she finished speaking, she put her arm around Ma Jieke, who was silently watching the melon, in a very intimate gesture: "Oh, by the way, I like him. If you don't mind, I'd like to be good friends with him."
"Of course... Jack is a very reliable person." Old Mike looked at Jack with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness. What a mess this is. I asked you to help save my daughter, what kind of spell have you cast on her?
Under Trish's advances, MaJack was forced to add her phone number and social media friend.
There's no way around it; his father has already agreed. If you refuse, it just proves your emotional intelligence is hopeless. Even if you're just going through the motions, you can't embarrass him.
"Let's go, Jimmy, and take a taxi back." After getting Ma Jack's contact information, Tracy turned and walked away.
"Hey, I can drive you there, no need to waste money like that."
Mike's suggestion was completely ignored. His son and daughter didn't even turn their heads, leaving him standing alone on the beach, looking incredibly lonely.
"A very special family relationship." Ma Jie broke the awkward silence first, picking up the clothes and phone from the ground.
"I don't know how to make everyone happy."
Mike wiped his hair with his polo shirt and sighed, "Maybe I should never have started a family. If I were single now, I can't even imagine how happy I would be."
"Oh, come on, buddy. If that's the case, you'll start complaining about why you don't have a wife and kids and live like a lonely old man. Don't add so much drama to your mind. You don't need to please everyone. In this world, the only thing that can please everyone is money."
9
The two walked and talked, and soon arrived at a rest area. They lay on beach chairs under a parasol, each holding a large coconut and sipping the sweet coconut juice through a straw.
As they were having a pleasant conversation, the phone on the table started buzzing. Old Mai glanced at the caller ID, his expression immediately turning somber, as if he didn't really want to answer.
"A female college student you got pregnant and who needs to pay for an abortion?" Ma Jie boldly guessed.
"If only it were like you said." Mike smiled helplessly, forced to press the answer button and turn on the speakerphone.
"Whoa whoa..." A mesmerizing voice came through the receiver: "Hello Mike, it doesn't feel good to be ridiculed by your family, does it?"
Upon hearing this, Mike nervously looked around, but instead of finding the monitor, he saw a drone flying overhead.
"Hey, don't be nervous, buddy, I'm on the Ferris wheel."
The two men both looked towards the Ferris wheel in the distance. The voice came through the receiver again: "Not bad shooting, buddy. I wasn't referring to you, but to that Asian kid next to you. Let me introduce myself. I'm Commissioner Steve. We met once at the docks, remember me?"
"Of course," Ma Jie replied coolly. "Good afternoon, Mr. Steve. What brings you here?"
If I remember correctly, this Steve is a member of the FIB, and not just an ordinary agent, but a department head.
"Haha, I like dealing with young people like you, unlike that old fox next to you, who always pretends to be ignorant even when he knows the truth."
After exchanging pleasantries, Steve cut straight to the point: "Here's the thing, recently there have been three rich kids who love to race on the interstate, and they've even caused a fatality. But one of them is the son of a senator, and his family has a very powerful background, so we can't do anything about it. So I'm planning to teach them a lesson, like confiscating their vehicles, you know, those supercars worth millions. As soon as you park them in front of a nightclub, some slutty bitches will immediately kneel down and lick your boots."
"But I can't let my men do this job, so I'm going to ask you and Mike to do it. There are three luxury cars in total, so we're missing one helper. You guys figure out how to find someone. Anyway, meet at the usual place before dark. Mike knows where I'm talking about. Anyway, my ice cream is melting, slurp..."
Just as Ma Jie was about to ask a few more questions, the call was abruptly ended.
"Congratulations, kid, you've successfully boarded the FIB's pirate ship." Old Mike looked at him with schadenfreude. "This is your first time doing something for them. You'll get used to it."
"But don't you think his description just now was missing a key element?" Ma Jie rubbed his thumb against his index finger. They hadn't even agreed on a price, why was he in such a hurry to hang up?
"Payment?" Old Mike couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Don't even think about it, kid. Or rather, he's already paid it. We just killed a gang member, not Dolphin. The FBI will take over the case and remove us from the suspect list, replacing us with two other unlucky guys. In other words, you got a license to kill, so you have to pay the price."
License to Kill? Upon hearing this arrogant, cool, and awesome name, Ma Jieke actually felt like he had hit the jackpot.
To reiterate, in America, anything can be done as business, and the advantages and disadvantages of partnering with the FIB are quite obvious.
The advantage is that you can enjoy special treatment, but of course, this is only relative. Killing or injuring a few henchmen is nothing, but try assassinating a politician?
As for the downside, it's that you have to act as a "cleaner" or something similar, the so-called "inside man," helping them do some shady things.
Confiscating vehicles, to put it nicely, isn't it just Steve transferring them from one hand to the other?
As for the extent of the vested interests involved, Ma Jieke dared not think too deeply about it. In short, this area is so deep that even the Mariana Trench is probably not worth mentioning.
"By the way, bro, you seem to have a pretty good relationship with that black guy at Ximen Auto Shop. Call him over to be your helper."
While Ma was still calculating the gains and losses, Old Mai had already begun devising a plan of action. After all, he was an old hand at the trade and had helped the FIB quite a bit in the past.
Doing side jobs.
He couldn't refuse; he'd committed quite a few crimes. If he hadn't joined the witness protection program, he'd be enjoying his retirement in prison by now. "You mean Franklin?" Ma Jie took a sip of sweet coconut juice, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "Our relationship isn't bad, but it's not to the point where I can ask him to work for free."
"Okay, I'll pay the commission." Old Mike said almost without hesitation, "Is three thousand dollars enough?"
"Five thousand!" Ma Jie held up a hand. "No bargaining. The extra two thousand is your commission to me."
"OK, five thousand it is." Seeing that he agreed so readily, Ma Jie even regretted it a little. The key is that this old man is not short of money. He has long achieved financial freedom through zero-dollar purchases. Otherwise, how would he support his wife and children? You know, his three family members have never brought a penny home except for spending money.
As night fell, an Adventurer Bison and an Oberon Detective drove side by side on the highway leading to the suburbs, eventually turning into a car repair shop without a sign.
As soon as the car came to a stop, a middle-aged man with a long face, wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki trousers with a Louis Vuitton belt around his waist, came to greet us.
He opened the car door like a greeter, his face beaming with a wide smile: "Oh, it seems all the girls I ordered have arrived. Are they ready to serve us?"
He shook hands with each of the three men, then turned his gaze to Old Mike's face: "Listen, old buddy, I won't question your service skills, and the Asian kid is passable, but this black guy next to you two, are you sure he wasn't just brought in temporarily to make up the numbers? I even doubt if he has a driver's license."
Hearing Steve's sarcasm, Ma Jie couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sir, have you heard of Siemens Auto? The employees who come out of there drive as easily as breathing. I bet you that if the four of us went to participate in a street race, at most three people would not even be able to see his taillights in five minutes."
"Then what are we waiting for? The customers are getting impatient."
As Steve spoke, he gestured to his subordinate, who tore off a tarpaulin to reveal the vehicles inside: three high-speed police motorcycles.