pjbooks Chapter 199 High-Speed Racing, American-Style Interception
Chapter 199 High-Speed Racing, American-Style Interception
Chapter 199 High-Speed Racing, American-Style Interception
"Wow, it looks like my childhood dream is about to come true."
Franklin's reaction to seeing the real vehicle in front of him was quite exaggerated.
"Tsk tsk, when I was a kid, I watched police dramas and always fantasized about becoming a policeman when I grew up."
Jack Ma caught the full set of police uniforms that Steve threw to him and eagerly put them on: "Guys, look at the workmanship, it's obviously an official product, a hundred times better than those knock-offs."
"Badge, put on your badge properly." Steve personally helped him with the details, instructing him, "Listen, kid, your new identity is a California State Trooper. Your main task is to patrol the interstate highways and punish speeders. Once the operation begins, Mike will be the team leader. Now, test the walkie-talkie to make sure it's working properly."
The state police that Steve mentioned are a branch of the US police system. At first glance, it sounds very impressive. There are only 50 states in the US, so the level of state police is second only to the federal police, right?
But that's not actually the case. Simply put, the US police force has three components.
First, there are federal police forces, primarily the FIB. However, it should not be mistakenly understood that federal police are equivalent to the FIB. In a broader sense, federal police also include federal law enforcement agencies such as the Drug Enforcement Administration, Marshals Service, Secret Service, Immigration and Customs and Border Protection, and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, which are basically all under the jurisdiction of the Department of Justice and the Department of Homeland Security.
These agencies operate primarily on federal law, rather than state and local laws, and only cases that violate federal law will be brought to their attention.
Second, city police, represented by municipal police departments, usually end with PD, which is an abbreviation for Police Department, such as LAPD (Los Angeles Police Department) and NYPD (New York Police Department).
As the name suggests, city police primarily operate within the city and are accountable only to the city mayor and city council. They are not subject to federal jurisdiction, and the relationship between the two is one of cooperation rather than subordination.
That is to say, if a criminal violates both federal and state laws, then according to Article 6 of the Constitution, federal law is "the supreme law of the nation."
This means that when federal law conflicts with state law, federal law takes precedence and state law is invalid.
The same applies further down the line: when state law and local law conflict, state law takes precedence and local law is invalid.
This is why city police can only watch helplessly when FIB agents are present at a crime scene.
Having discussed the first two, it becomes a bit awkward to talk about state police. City police are responsible for handling cases, while federal police are responsible for cases that city police cannot handle. So what is the point of having state police?
The answer is that it is useful, but not much, because the purpose of state police is to govern areas outside the city's administrative boundaries, that is, areas where no people gather.
In such places, all that's left is the interstate highway. To put it bluntly, the state police are essentially highway patrol officers. Their main tasks every day are handling traffic accidents, setting up checkpoints to check for speeding and drunk driving, and occasionally, at the request of local police, pursuing major wanted criminals across counties and cities.
Riding a police motorcycle along California's Highway 1, with the crashing Pacific Ocean on the left and the towering Rocky Mountains on the right, this unique landscape of coastline and mountains running parallel constantly refreshed Ma Jie's sensory experience. This immersive realism is something that video games can't provide.
"Jack, let's have a match." Franklin's excited voice came through the earpiece: "The loser treats, the High Heels Club will treat the other to three curtain dances."
"How boring. Why doesn't the winner treat?" Ma Jieke knew he was no match for him, so he didn't fall for his trick.
"You chickened out, didn't you?" Xiao Fu laughed smugly. "Haha, I knew you wouldn't dare."
"Quiet down, kids." Just as Ma Jie was about to say something to him, Old Mai's voice came through: "This is not a road trip, nor is it summer camp. From now on, keep the radio silent, follow the navigation prompts, and meet at the next destination."
About ten minutes later, the three of them stopped at a fork in the road. Ma Jieke lifted the transparent visor on his helmet, took a puff of the cigarette Xiao Fu offered him.
"Hey, listen up, girls, the target has appeared and is expected to arrive at the checkpoint in 7 minutes. Leading the way is a striking red car driven by a female agent, who will pose as a passerby to lure the target and make them speed. Your job is to force them to stop and then steal the car."
Steve's voice came through the headset; he was currently sitting in a military helicopter, providing assistance from a god-like perspective.
"Stop smoking Jack, come and lend a hand." Old Mike carried a thick stack of ice cream cones, trying to set up a makeshift roadblock.
Ma Jie remained completely unmoved: "Don't bother, buddy. If a few traffic cones could stop them, this job would be far too easy. You should save your energy for something more important."
Seven minutes passed in a flash. In the distance, an extraordinary, glamorous car sped out, dodging the roadblock with a beautiful drift, and accelerated forward.
"Hey, stop the car!" Mike yelled, trying to stop Koenigsegg who was right behind him, but the latter ignored him and deliberately drove into the roadblock, knocking the traffic cones aside like bowling balls.
Meanwhile, Majek and Franklin had already turned on the sirens and twisted the accelerator to give chase.
To be fair, the state troopers' vehicles are indeed high-performance. This motorcycle looks like a police car from the outside, but its internal mechanics are completely military-grade.
Otherwise, on an interstate highway like this, who can a regular police car catch up with? Any supercar could easily annihilate you without leaving a trace.
"Hurry up, Mike. If you keep dawdling, people will be on the moon by now. I told you before, your trick won't work."
MaJack, standing close to a brightly painted special edition Lamborghini, snatched command from Mike: "Franklin, you take the lead on the Koenigsegg, I'll handle the one in the middle. Mike, the last Porsche is yours, everyone split up."
Under Ma Jieke's guidance, the originally chaotic situation suddenly became simple.
"Los Angeles Highway Patrol, pull over!"
He learned from what he saw in the game and loudly issued warnings using a police megaphone.
But these three rich kids were clearly not so easy to deal with. Despite being chased and intercepted by the state police, they showed no intention of stopping for questioning.
The Lamborghini owner even turned on the car's loudspeaker and arrogantly mocked, "Get lost, you damn cop, don't spoil the fun. Any accessory on my car is worth more than your life."
Ma Jie naturally didn't tolerate him and immediately retorted, "Very well, now in addition to speeding, you have another charge: verbally abusing a police officer."
"Hahaha, then come and catch me, hehehe."
The other party made a sarcastic remark, completely disregarding the police, which showed that they had done this many times before.
Ma Jie was too lazy to argue with him. Taking advantage of the motorcycle's agility, he kept getting closer and teasing him, which made the guy so angry that he almost drove the motorcycle into the sea.
However, it must be said that these three luxury cars are indeed very expensive, with each one costing over $1 million, which is worth at least 30 million RMB.
If it weren't for the client's requirements, I wouldn't bother with all this trouble. I would have just gone for the American-style iaido service instead of having to slowly wear down his patience like this.
After speeding along Highway 1 for half an hour, a relatively narrow bridge appeared in front of them. Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, MaJack accelerated and squeezed through the gap between the oncoming and off-road lanes. Franklin and Old Mike followed closely behind, completely blocking the target's path.
With no other option, the three luxury cars had to be parked in a straight line along the bridge.
Ma Jie jumped off the motorcycle, walked straight to the Lamborghini, and quickly knocked on the window with the back of his hand.
The driver was a young black man with a dreadlock and sunglasses, who looked to be in his early twenties at most. After rolling down the window, he crossed his arms and showed no intention of getting out of the car.
"Fuck you, put your hands on the steering wheel!" This infuriated Ma Jie, who roughly ripped off his sunglasses, placed one hand on the car frame, and glared aggressively: "Nigger, don't make me repeat myself!"
"What?" The young black man who was called a nigger was clearly shocked and looked at him with complete incomprehension: "Sir, this is racial discrimination. I'm going to report you to your superiors."
"Put your hands on the steering wheel, or I'll smash your dog head in!"
After issuing a second warning, Ma Jieke decisively drew his gun and aimed it at Cheng Guang's shiny black forehead.
"Wow, looks like I've hit the jackpot today." The black man grinned arrogantly, but his body obediently yielded.
There's no way around it; when you're pulled over by the police in the US, everyone's first reaction is to put their hands on the steering wheel and stay completely still.
Because any unnecessary movement you make, even something as simple as taking a drink or searching for your driver's license, will be interpreted as reaching for a gun.
Like I said before, I don't know if you have a gun, so if you dare to move, I have the right to shoot. It doesn't matter if I kill the wrong person, it's better than being shot to death and lying in a coffin as a hero.
"You know what, sir, you're in big trouble. You didn't discriminate against an ordinary Black man, but against a senator's family member." The Black man didn't move his hands, but he kept talking: "I'm going to tell my dad the whole story of the injustice I just suffered. Hopefully, this won't affect your career."
If the first half of the sentence can be considered a statement of objective facts, the second half is a blatant threat.
"Stop talking nonsense." Seeing that Little Fu and Old Mike had already begun questioning his companion, Ma Jie gave the order: "Get out of the car now, and slowly."
After getting out of the car, the black man wisely raised his hands and lay on the roof of the car to be searched.
Ma Jie pretended to search him for a while, then suddenly grabbed him by the back of the collar and yanked him back forcefully: "Now get out of here and stay put!"
The black man couldn't withstand the force and stumbled to the ground. By the time he realized what was happening, Ma Jie had already jumped into the Lamborghini, stepped on the gas and clutch, and sped away.
Three luxury cars sped through the night along the highway and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Well done, ladies. Now drive the car back to the auto repair shop. I can't wait to have a French kiss with my beautiful car and my beautiful lady."
Hearing Steve's disgusting voice through the headset, Ma Jie sighed with relief. He casually opened the car's storage compartment and, after rummaging through it, found a packaged diamond ring that looked like it was for an engagement. Although it wasn't the legendary "pigeon egg" size, it was quite heavy.
With a fully upgraded appraisal skill, it turned out to be a full 5 carats, a rare gem among rare items, with an estimated price that is difficult to estimate. It is only recommended to consign it to an auction house.
Simply put, diamonds under 1 carat, such as 30 points and 50 points, are the most common sizes on the market, accounting for the vast majority of global diamond production, and are relatively less rare.
One carat is a significant dividing line, accounting for only 20% of all diamonds.
Therefore, diamonds of 1 carat and above are generally considered the starting point for "collector's grade" and begin to have the potential to preserve value and for investment.
If the weight reaches 2 carats, which is twice that of 1 carat, the rarity will increase significantly, and the price will not simply be multiplied by 2, but will increase exponentially.
Once it reaches 3 carats, it becomes a jewelry-grade collectible.
As for 5-carat, it's practically only seen at auctions.
Although the diamond market has plummeted recently, rare natural diamonds like these can still be worth a lot of money. Conservatively speaking, they could sell for over $5.
Thinking of this, Ma Jieke immediately opened the car window, threw the packaging box out, and stuffed the diamond ring into his pocket.
Anyway, the FIB isn't planning to pay me for this job. Since you're not going to pay me, I'll just have to take it myself. I don't need to feel guilty.
This car is worth at least a million dollars. You're eating all the meat, but you won't even let me have a sip of soup? You'll choke to death, you bastard!
A short while later, the trio arrived at the auto repair shop. Steve, who had been waiting there, stood in the garage, laughing heartily and opening his arms to hug each of them.
"Good job." He patted MaJack on the shoulder first, then looked at Franklin, whom he hadn't thought much of before: "Especially this guy, his driving skills are simply amazing, completely up to professional level."
"Thank you for the compliment, Sir. I'd be happy to serve you."
Franklin responded with a smile. Although he would only get two thousand dollars for this job, his mindset was completely unaffected. That's how people who are used to being treated like beasts of burden are.
"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now." Mike was clearly a little distracted; all he could think about was going home to see his wife and kids.
"Wait a minute." Just as the three were about to leave the auto repair shop, Steve suddenly shouted, "Mike, how could you forget the old rules?"
The latter raised his eyebrows high: "Mr. Steve, let's skip the formalities. What do you think these two newcomers know? Besides, I think it's very disrespectful."
"No, rules are rules, and they apply to everyone. This is a different matter from respect." Steve said, waving his hand. Two FIB agents stepped forward and began searching him without further ado.
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