pjbooks Chapter 203 Tell me, who is the prey now?
Chapter 203 Tell me, who is the prey now?
Chapter 203 Tell me, who is the prey now?
Boom!
bouncing!
Two shots to the chest and one to the head, even a celestial being would find it hard to survive.
Ma Jie blew on the scorching hot gun barrel, stepped over the body that had just died, and walked straight to the corner of the warehouse.
After moving aside the pile of debris covering the ground, a circular entrance resembling a sewer manhole cover was indeed found. After opening it and climbing down the wooden ladder, a stench of decay and mold instantly filled the nostrils.
A rustling sound came from the darkness, accompanied by panicked breathing.
After searching for a long time without finding a lighting system, I had to take out my phone and switch to flashlight mode.
Following the flash of the light, the first thing you see are profiles that are too afraid to look directly at the light source, looking as dirty as refugees.
But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that almost all of them are beautiful white young women with typical Eastern European features: heart-shaped faces, high cheekbones, and defined jawlines...
Just as Ma Jieke was about to question someone, the girl he was eyeing shrank back in fright, covering her head with her hands and backing away—a purely physiological stress response.
Judging from this, they must have been abused before. After all, in the eyes of human traffickers, these imprisoned girls are not human beings at all, but just a batch of goods that can generate profits.
Noticing that they were in poor physical and mental condition, Ma Jieke immediately explained, "Don't worry, I'm not a human trafficker, and I'm not a policeman. From now on, you are free. If anyone wants to leave here, they'd better act now."
As soon as the words were spoken, it was expected that the victims would panic and flee, but instead they all stood there dumbfounded, huddled in the corner, looking at each other, none of them daring to move.
"Can't understand English?" Ma Jie frowned. If that's the case, communication could be a bit troublesome.
"Yes, I can understand." A trembling voice came from the crowd.
Following the sound, the speaker was a slightly older girl, around 20 years old, wearing a blood-stained dress, with skin as white as cream.
"Very good, finally some normal people." Ma Jie didn't waste any words and said in a commanding tone, "Listen, my time is precious. If you want to leave, then leave. If you don't want to leave, then stay here and wait to be burned to death. Choose for yourself whether you live or die. Don't make me repeat myself."
Seeing Ma Jieke's resolute attitude, the fair-skinned girl hesitated for a moment, then stood up, leaning against the damp wall, and hurriedly climbed up the ladder.
The remaining girls followed suit, and only after watching the last imprisoned person climb out did Ma Jie return to the ground.
To his surprise, the first girl he rescued didn't flee the hellish place like her companions. Instead, she waited until he came up, bowed deeply, and said with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, sir, thank you for saving my life..."
"What are you thanking me for? Didn't I already tell you not to waste my time? Get lost!"
Ma Jieke grumbled irritably. He hadn't intended to be a savior; he just happened to receive this information, so he casually released the person. It was all preordained.
Moreover, doing so would only deepen the enmity with the Aryan Brotherhood, which would actually do no good for me.
Seeing Ma Jieke's terrible attitude, the girl didn't dare to speak anymore. She staggered out of the door, but when she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and waved vigorously: "By the way, my name is Sasha. I'm from Serbia. Please remember my name. Goodbye, goodbye."
"Woof woof..."
Glancing at the inexplicably excited Bruce, MaJack didn't have time to waste. He first looted the assassin's bag, obtaining three Thompson submachine guns, three Glock pistols, a few grenades, and several spare magazines.
To be fair, these guys brought quite a full set of equipment; it seems they received a death order from Johnny to kill them.
Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being unreasonable. What goes around comes around.
After transporting the weapons and ammunition back to the pickup truck, Ma Jie took out a full tank of spare gasoline from the truck bed and, imitating the operation in the game, arranged the burning path.
Fearing that the fire wasn't thorough enough, they even collected some flammable materials and distributed them evenly throughout the slaughterhouse.
They dragged the three corpses together, arranged them neatly side by side, and then performed a physical ritual to send them to the afterlife.
Just as he finished his work and was about to leave, a phone rang in his ear, coming from the dead man's pocket.
He took it out and saw that the caller was Johnny himself, and it was a video call.
Ma Jieke chuckled coldly, pressed a finger against the camera, and slowly slid the answer button.
"Haha, how did things go?"
A sinister smile appeared on the screen. In the background, he was lying on a lounge chair by the swimming pool of a mansion. His broken right leg was wrapped in a thick cast, and a family nurse was taking good care of him.
Seeing the screen deliberately obscured, Johnny became incredibly excited: "OK, don't say anything yet, buddy. I know what you mean, you want to give me a surprise, right? Let me use my imagination to guess what kind of gruesome death that guy will have. His body should have at least twenty bullet holes right now..."
"Fine, let me see it with my own eyes. Watching people who offend me go to hell is fucking awesome!"
Ma Jieke didn't say anything, but turned the camera around and slowly moved his fingers away.
Johnny's smiling face instantly froze, because on his phone screen were the three assassins he had sent, lying side by side on the ground, sleeping peacefully.
"Good evening, old friend," Ma Jie greeted calmly. "Are you satisfied with my service?"
"You...you..." Johnny's hand holding the phone trembled violently, mirroring his voice: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could you possibly be alive? How?!"
"Want to learn? I'll teach you." Ma Jie couldn't help but sneer. "But remember to send more people next time. These few scraps aren't even enough to fill my teeth. By the way, I'm letting you know that I released the goods in your basement. This batch of goods must be very important to you."
"Major, you filthy beggar!" Hearing even worse news, Johnny was furious, his face flushed red. "You bastard, you scum, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to chop you into mincemeat! You know that? You've offended someone you shouldn't have, someone you'll regret for the rest of your life! The Aryan Brotherhood will make you pay with blood!"
Listening to his impotent rage, Ma Jieke glanced at the time on his watch, and a strange noise could be faintly heard from the receiver.
"Honey, it looks like the midnight snack I ordered for you has arrived. Enjoy it."
1
Just as Johnny was completely baffled, a helicopter flew in from the night sky and hovered above his mansion.
For people living in affluent neighborhoods, helicopters are a common sight, so he didn't think much of it.
When the hatch opened, there was a balding man in a sloppy denim jacket standing inside, carrying an RPG rocket launcher on his shoulder.
With a whoosh, the attacker pulled the trigger without saying a word, and the rocket instantly left the launch tube, trailing a long plume of white smoke as it headed toward the target.
Boom! A huge explosion rang out, and amidst the flames and smoke, anyone or anything near the center and edge of the explosion was thrown away by the powerful blast wave.
Although Johnny wasn't directly hit, he and his bed were still blown into the air, arcing through the air before crashing into the swimming pool with a splash.
"You bastards, go to hell!"
Only a madman like Trevor would dare to play with an RPG on a helicopter. At this moment, he had already thrown away the launcher and picked up a Gatling gun.
After a one-second warm-up, the barrel assembly and feeding system began to rotate under the drive of the motor, and bullets swept across the entire mansion like a torrential downpour.
Soon, some unlucky souls were hit, their severed limbs and remains flying everywhere. After all, this was no ordinary weapon; its terrifying destructive power was almost like that of a cannon, hence its nicknames "mini cannon" and "Gatling gun."
The once cheerful mansion was transformed into a living hell, with at least five members of the Aryan Brotherhood dying on the spot.
Just as the remaining survivors were about to fire back, the pilot, Choi Bok-chung, who had delivered divine justice, made a gesture, closed the cabin door, and drove away.
The gushing blood turned the swimming pool into a pool of blood. Johnny struggled desperately and was rescued by his loyal followers who had survived. He lay on the shore, panting heavily.
At this moment, his face showed no other expression than terror. He gripped his underling's clothes tightly and said, "Quick, take me to the Executive Committee for protection. If we stay here, we could be killed at any moment."
"Hiss, whew."
Outside the Sinley Slaughterhouse in South Los Santos, Majad, with a cigarette in his mouth, tossed a windproof lighter.
The outer flames, reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees, immediately ignited the gasoline, creating a long trail of fire that burned all the way into the slaughterhouse.
Once the fire swept over the accelerant, the entire slaughterhouse was quickly engulfed in flames, purifying the sins and bloodshed along with it.
With the towering flames behind them, MaJack and Bruce in the passenger seat exchanged a smile, stepped on the gas, and drove the pickup truck onto the highway.
The phone rang immediately, and Old Cui's neurotic laughter came through the receiver: "Haha, Brother Jack, did you set that fire in the south? I saw it all clearly from the sky."
"That's right." Ma Jie didn't deny it, and asked with concern, "How's it going on your end? I heard the explosion and then the call dropped. Is the target still alive?"
"Maybe, probably... well, I'm not sure either." Trevor answered hesitantly, "Anyway, I blew him into the swimming pool and killed a few others with a machine gun while I was at it. But even if he's still alive, he's probably terrified. Is there anything else you need me to do? I haven't had this much fun in ages. Don't refuse my little brother, this little appetizer won't satisfy me. I'm serious."
Is your bloodlust rising? Ma Jie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Thank you, Lao Cui, but it's not necessary for now. However, if you're really bored, you can fill up the plane with fuel and organize the armory under your bed to prepare for battle. After all, I've caused quite a bit of trouble this time, and I don't think the opponent will back down so easily."
"OK, sir."
I had just hung up the phone when it rang again, and I chose to answer it once more.
"Boss, it's me." Bubu's voice came through the receiver, sounding quite excited: "Oh my god, can you believe it? A helicopter just came and bombed Johnny's house. He's been loaded into a van and is being driven out of town. Looks like he's trying to hide somewhere less crowded. I'm following him."
Upon learning that Johnny hadn't been killed in the explosion, Ma Jie sighed helplessly. "That's why they say good people don't live long, but evil ones live on for a thousand years."
However, he quickly calmed down and carefully instructed, "Very good. Now share your location with me. Before I meet up with you, no matter what happens, do not make any rash moves. If you are discovered, do not confront them head-on. Run as far away as you can, understand?"
"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to find out. Don't forget what I used to do."
"Anyway, be careful. That's all for now. Keep in touch."
After hanging up the phone, Ma Jieke also felt that his worries were a bit unnecessary.
Before ending up on the streets, Bubu served in the Marine Corps. If he doesn't even have that much skill, it only proves that the overall quality of American soldiers is getting worse with each generation.
Johnny must die, no matter what; that's Majesty's only goal now.
If you want my life, then even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will hunt you down to the very end.
"A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years?" Sorry, I'm not a gentleman. Revenge is something that should be taken now, immediately. If it's delayed even for a night, it's considered charity.
A glance at the map navigation confirmed that, just as Bubu had predicted, Johnny's escape route was directly north of Los Angeles, and he was currently crossing the Hollywood Mountains.
Generally speaking, the Hollywood area is located on the outermost edge of Los Angeles. Beyond that, it can no longer be called Los Angeles, but rather the Greater Los Angeles area.
To catch up with his target, Ma Jieke went all out, accelerating at breakneck speed and using various shortcuts and side roads to close the gap.
About an hour later, Johnny's vehicle arrived at Bigleaf Forest, the area between Hollywood and the Senora Desert.
Compared to bustling cities, this place isn't even considered a suburb; it's more like a semi-uninhabited area, yet it also hides many luxurious mansions in the woods.
There's no way around it; rich people just like to build houses in deserted places, and the even richer ones simply buy islands, enjoying the feeling of being a lord on their territory.
As the car pulled into a sprawling estate, Johnny looked at the middle-aged, bald man who came out to greet him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Uncle, you have to save me, Uncle! Someone wants to kill me, wants to put me to death! He's planning to start a war with us! You have to help me kill him!"
The bald man remained silent, his face as cold as ice, with a clear Nazi swastika tattoo on the back of his head.
Within the Aryan Brotherhood, this is the mark of a branch leader whose authority extends throughout California.