pjbooks Chapter 204 Your Silence is Deafening
Chapter 204 Your Silence is Deafening
Chapter 204 Your Silence is Deafening
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Inside a room of the manor, after listening to his nephew's tearful accusations, Jonathan grabbed Johnny by the collar and yanked him off the hospital bed. His eyes, blazing with malice, widened like bull's testicles: "Are you kidding me, kid? You, Johnny Hines, a veteran of the Los Angeles fraternity, a role model for the younger generation of the Hines family, have been beaten up like this by a homeless guy from China?"
"You shouldn't have had your legs broken, you should have had your brains smashed! You've disgraced the entire family and shamed the whole Brotherhood. If this gets back to your father, he'll be dead of anger in Pelican Bay Jail before he even gets out of prison!"
Pelican Bay Jail is California's highest-security prison, housing the most violent gang members and serious offenders, and is under extremely strict management.
For many gang members, being able to serve time in Pelican Bay Prison has even become, to some extent, a "status symbol."
Johnny was so frightened by his uncle's roar that it echoed throughout the room that he didn't dare to breathe. After all, the person in front of him was not only his elder, but also a high-ranking member of the gang.
Even more terrifying is that while serving his sentence at the infamous Fox River State Penitentiary, he used common items such as pencils, wires, and toothbrush handles as weapons to commit a bloody murder of four rival members of a black gang, thus gaining notoriety and earning the nickname "Mad Joe."
Logically speaking, such antisocial individuals should be executed by slow slicing, but sorry, this is America the Free.
Although California has the death penalty in law, its implementation is stalled because the governor signed an executive order that California will not execute any prisoners during his term.
Don't think this kind of operation is too drastic. For politicians who advocate "democracy," these are all real votes, and compared to that, a few lives are nothing.
In this way, Jonathan not only reaped the benefits of democracy, but also successfully gained his freedom in a mass prison break and hid in his private estate in Bigleaf Forest, continuing to lead the "outside the wall" business.
Although the Aryan Brotherhood has a small number of members, its organizational structure is extremely tight. The core leadership is a decision-making group of only three people, responsible for formulating strategies and approving major actions.
This decision-making team, whose members are currently all serving time in prison, is able to transmit instructions from their cells to the outside world via telephone, encrypted emails, and other means, remotely directing criminal activities both inside and outside the prison.
Below the decision-making group is a think tank composed of a small number of senior members, including heads of various prisons and branch offices.
Further down the chain, there are core members, ordinary members, and peripheral members known as "partners".
Efficient vertical management, brutal internal discipline, and a command network that could penetrate prison walls enabled this not-so-young criminal organization to operate for decades and remain one of the toughest nut to crack in the American justice system to this day.
So when Mad Joe learned of Johnny's bizarre experience, his first reaction was to refuse to believe it. But the bloody facts were right in front of him: the assassination team he sent was easily killed, the criminal den he had worked so hard to build was burned to the ground, and the mansion where his family lived was bombed by helicopters.
And you're telling me this was done by a homeless man? Does that make sense?
"Uncle, can you please stop scolding me? I already know I was wrong."
Seeing that Jonathan had calmed down a bit, Johnny said with a mournful face, "This bastard named MaJack is really strong. I feel like he's not even human. And I have a strong feeling that even if I stay here, I can't guarantee 100% safety. So I suggest sending more people, and it would be best to call all the brothers over."
*Slap!* Before the words were even finished, Mad Joe slapped him hard across the face, cursing viciously, "You piece of trash! I think you've been scared out of your wits. From now on, you'll stay here obediently. I'll teach you what a true warrior of the Hines family should be like. If that nobody you mentioned dares to come looking for death, I'll slice his scalp off piece by piece right in front of you, and smash his skull with this one blow!"
Johnny was about to say something more when a tall, hook-nosed white man in a black combat uniform appeared at the door. He gave Madman Joe a very standard military salute and reported, "Sir, as per your instructions, I have strengthened the security inside and outside the manor and dispatched an elite reconnaissance team. If any suspicious strangers are found, they will be brought to you immediately."
"Very good, Captain McCourt. It seems that the skills you learned in Delta Force have come in handy once again."
In the big-leaved forest, a blue pickup truck came to a steady stop at the foot of a small hill, and a man and a dog jumped out of the cockpit.
"Hey, boss, I'm here." A voice called out from the darkness; it was Bubu, the black special forces soldier who blended perfectly into the night.
"Why are you back again?" Looking at his movement trajectory on the map, Ma Jieke was a little confused.
Bubu immediately explained, "Don't even mention it! After the target you let me follow went in, a lot of guards suddenly appeared and patrolled back and forth outside the manor. There were also a few people who looked like scouts searching everywhere in the woods. If I hadn't run fast, I probably would have been caught."
"I see." Upon hearing this, Ma Jie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. It seemed that the other party had chickened out, otherwise they wouldn't have acted as if facing a formidable enemy and put on such a show of force.
"Woof woof..." Bruce nimbly moved his nose from side to side, then let out a few soft barks. The obscure dog language entered Ma Jack's ears and was automatically translated into human language: "Master, I smell the scent of strange humans. There are at least four of them, about 300 meters away, and they are moving this way."
"Are you sure they'll come?" Under Bubu's horrified gaze, MaJack directly communicated with Bruce.
Of course, when it reached his ears, it didn't produce any useful information; it was all just meaningless barking.
Bruce sniffed again and barked once more: "Confirmed. Following their movement pattern, they'll find this place soon."
"Very good." Ma Jie affectionately stroked his capable assistant's fluffy head, took out a captured Thompson submachine gun from the pickup truck, and casually tossed one to Bubu.
The latter looked hesitant as he took the gun. After all, he had only joined the blue-haired squad to earn a living, and his main job was to maintain order in the poor streets and stop the homeless from fighting.
"What's wrong?" Noticing the strange look on his face, Ma Jie said, "These bastards killed my brother, are you expect me to just sit here and do nothing? If we don't fight back, who will be next to die? Max, Jimmy, or you and me? You tried to be a good person, and what happened? The judge sentenced you to five years in prison, and a bunch of shameless bastards took your house. Is this what you call the right path?"
"Let me tell you, in America, there's no harder path than the right one. Even selling sperm requires an Ivy League bachelor's degree. What's your degree?"
Faced with Ma Jieke's probing questions, Bubu lowered her head in shame. Five years ago, her future was indeed bright, but that manslaughter had completely rusted the gears of fate, making them unable to turn anymore.
In America, without a prestigious university background, the only place where fame and fortune can intersect with your life is in your dreams.
Seeing that he still couldn't bring himself to do it, MaJack put his hand on his shoulder: "Remember, buddy, we're not committing crimes, we're protecting our lives. It's a right given to us by God, and it can never be taken away from us. If you want to live, if you want to make something of yourself, then you have to learn to fight, to fight like your ancestors did, not to mention that you're facing a white supremacist criminal gang."
That last sentence was like a red-hot nail, piercing deeply into Bubu's heart. As a Black man who grew up in a low-income community, he had, of course, heard about this infamous organization since he was a child.
"Okay, boss, I'll do it!"
Amidst a mix of emotions, Bubu finally broke free from her mental prison. Just as Ma Jieke said, since the right path is blocked, why hang yourself on one tree?
After surveying the surrounding terrain, he looked up at the tall spruce trees in the forest and suggested, "From a tactical perspective, setting up an ambush at night from a high vantage point would be more unexpected than on the ground. I just don't know your tree-climbing ability..."
Before he finished speaking, Ma Jieke had already grabbed a tree trunk and was nimbly climbing up.
As the saying goes, "Listen to advice and you'll have a full stomach." After all, he used to be a Marine, so he still has some tactical skills.
Bubu deliberately chose another spruce tree as her hiding place, positioned diagonally opposite.
Not long after the two climbed up, several beams of light appeared in the distance, probably from powerful flashlights.
Ma Jieke hid in the dense foliage, using the leaves as cover, adjusting his breathing while observing the opponent's movement with his naked eye.
As he drew closer to the target, he silently released the safety, putting the submachine gun in a ready-to-fire state.
Just as the group was about to enter the ambush area, they suddenly stopped. The leader waved his hand, signaling everyone to return the way they came, presumably thinking that if there were really intruders, they wouldn't be hiding so far away.
Faced with an opportunity that was about to be missed, Bruce, who was lurking in the bushes, suddenly rushed out and barked twice at the reconnaissance team.
That shout seemed to ignite a fuse, causing the reconnaissance team to turn around quickly and instinctively open fire.
boom! boom! boom!
The piercing gunshot shattered the silence of the dark forest. Ma Jieke's heart was in his throat as he watched the dog dart across the ground, narrowly avoiding a volley of fire.
A large number of birds that were roosting in the forest were startled awake and flapped their wings to fly into the sky.
"Quick, there must be someone around here!"
At the leader's command, he and three other elites rushed into the ambush area, completely exposed to gunfire.
Without a word, Ma Jieke, positioned high above, opened fire with his submachine gun, while Bu Bu on the other side opened fire almost simultaneously.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The firing of two Chicago typewriters mingled together, like Death himself writing a death note.
Before they could even react to what was happening, they were all shot and fell to the ground, dying a truly miserable death.
Just kidding. The basic magazine has 50 rounds, and the extended drum magazine has 100 rounds, for a total of 200 rounds to sweep four big idiots. Do you think you're some kind of superhuman?
Ma Jie jumped down from the tree, looked at the numerous bullet holes on their bodies, and pretended to draw a large cross on his forehead and chest.
"What's going on? Where did the gunshots come from?!" A voice came through their walkie-talkies: "Cheetah Team, Cheetah Team, this is Captain McCourt, please respond, please respond!"
MaJack pulled the walkie-talkie off, pressed the talk button, and brought it to his lips, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hello, Captain McCourt, this is MaJack. I'm informing you that the entire Cheetah Squad is wiped out. I bet they have more bullet holes in their bodies than you have pores."
A burst of static came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, as if someone had forcibly snatched it away, and an enraged voice roared, "Ma Jack? You're Ma Jack? I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"
"Calm down, buddy." MaJack chuckled. "Excuse me for being blunt, but anger solves nothing; it only cloudes your judgment. If I'm not mistaken, you are... Mr. Jonathan Hines?"
When MaJack uttered the name, Jonathan froze on the spot, holding the walkie-talkie, because his real name was not known to outsiders. Whether within the gang or among his peers, everyone was used to calling him Mad Joe.
This shows that the other party came prepared and clearly knew their personal information.
"What's wrong, Mr. Jonathan?" Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Ma Jie's smile grew even wider: "Your silence is deafening."
"You...you fucking man, don't you dare leave! The Aryan Brotherhood has never been afraid of bloodshed. I'll make you wish you were dead! I'll kill you and everyone around you!"
As "Crazy Joe" spoke, he gave Captain McCourt a wink, and the other side immediately organized a team to rush to the scene.
Not leaving? Do you think I'm out of my mind?
If you say you won't leave and then you just don't, wouldn't I lose face?
Ma Jieke wouldn't fall for such a tactic that only a fool would take. He quickly finished looting the enemy's bag, threw the free guns and ammunition into the pickup truck bed, and prepared to slip away.
They're all top-of-the-line, military-grade AR series fully automatic rifles, lightweight design, capable of taking down enemies silently with a single shot.
The key point is that it didn't cost a single penny; it was procured through legitimate zero-dollar purchase channels.
Of course, for him, this was just an appetizer; the real main course was yet to come.
Not afraid of bleeding? Very well, I'd like to see just how much you can bleed.