pjbooks Chapter 208 What victim? That's a wanted criminal!
Chapter 208 What victim? That's a wanted criminal!
Chapter 208 What victim? That's a wanted criminal!
Reinforcements?
Ma Jieke laughed unkindly, and was about to speak when several deafening explosions suddenly came from the nearby forest.
The commotion was like a major earthquake, with tens of thousands of birds flapping their wings and scattering into the sky.
Immediately following was a barrage of gunfire, like a torrential downpour, and the clearly audible screams of humans.
McCourt stared wide-eyed at the distant battlefield shrouded in smoke, then glanced at MaJack, who was smiling slightly. He just wanted to buy dozens of bottles of regret pills and gulp them down in one go.
He never dreamed that the once invincible Aryan Brotherhood would be completely destroyed overnight, and that the one who accomplished this feat was an unknown young Asian man.
He now had reason to believe that the young man in front of him was not a normal human being at all, but a mutant with superpowers, or a super soldier like the Winter Soldier or Captain America.
"Captain, it seems the reinforcements you mentioned have already been blown to bits."
McCourt swallowed hard, instinctively prostrating himself on the ground as if worshipping a god: "Boss, spare my life, boss! I'm not a member of the Aryan Brotherhood at all, just an instructor hired by Mad Joe. Look at me, I don't have any tattoos, that's the best proof. They're the ones who offended you, aren't they? It really has nothing to do with me."
"Is that so?" Ma Jieke narrowed his eyes. "Give me a reason not to kill you."
"The reason..." McCourt looked up, wiped the sweat from his face, and said incoherently, "The reason is that I can do things for you, I don't want any payment. Just treat me like a dog, a stray dog you picked up. Besides, you don't have any deep hatred between us. Keeping me alive is much more worthwhile than killing me."
"Hoo." MaJack blew on the gun barrel, a cold glint in his eyes: "You know, you were almost convinced just now, and what you said made a lot of sense, but what I can't tolerate is that you compared yourself to a stray dog. That's an insult to Bruce. I'm sorry, you've insulted my partner, and I have to send you to hell."
"Who is Bruce? Who is Bruce?!"
Bang! Before he could finish speaking, a hot bullet pierced McCourt's forehead. McCourt lay dead on the ground, his eyes wide open. Bruce then lifted his hind leg and peed on McCourt's face before wagging his tail and walking away as if nothing had happened.
What kind of good person is someone who spends all their time associating with robbers, arms dealers, and human traffickers?
Why not just shoot it out? Or are you saving it for Christmas?
About ten minutes later, the dense gunfire in the forest gradually subsided until it disappeared completely.
Soon, a familiar-looking pickup truck drove into the manor, and four people jumped out.
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Three of them are old acquaintances: Trevor, Franklin, and Booboo. The other brother looks familiar; he's probably Trevor's henchman.
Old Cui's already slovenly clothes were now covered in bloodstains and dirt, and disgusting human tissue residue was stuck to the edges of his boots.
For the first time ever, Ma Jie hugged him, enduring the intoxicating smell of blood and body odor mixed together.
"Hahaha..." After the hug, Trevor let out a hysterical laugh: "Brother, you really should visit the explosion site. Compared to that, the gas chambers of Auschwitz are heaven."
"Heaven?" Ma Jie looked slightly tired. "All I know is that the bus to hell will be packed today."
"Hey bro, are you alright?" After Old Cui finished greeting him, Franklin walked up and bumped fists with MaJack, looking a little startled. "To be honest, I regret coming to help you, but my aunt taught me from a young age that one should know how to repay kindness, so after receiving your request for help, I had no choice but to come reluctantly. I hope I won't have nightmares tonight."
"Nightmares?" Ma Jie laughed. "What if I told you that these scumbags collect protection money on the streets, bully homeless little girls, hold missing girls waiting to be sold in basements, and are white supremacists with extreme hatred towards the Black community..."
"OK, OK, stop talking, bro." Before Ma Jie could finish listing their countless crimes, Xiao Fu's expression softened considerably: "Looks like what I should be worried about is whether I'll keep having these daydreams. I can only blame Old Cui for not explaining things clearly to me. He only said he was coming to deal with a few annoying guys."
"And who is this brother?" After greeting the two old acquaintances, Ma Jie turned his gaze to the unfamiliar man.
"Wade Herbert." The man extended his hand and shook it, introducing himself: "Old Cui brought me here. He saved my life once, ten years ago, one afternoon. I was with some friends buying seaweed on the beach, and they betrayed me. Later..."
"Alright, Wade, save your story for later." Seeing that he was about to launch into a long recollection, Ma Jie quickly interrupted, "Listen, guys, we've caused quite a mess this time. We probably need to find somewhere to lay low. Anyone have any good suggestions? Feel free to speak your mind now."
In Ma Jieke's view, the complete annihilation of the Aryan Brotherhood could not be concealed by simply setting a fire.
The government will definitely send people to investigate, and the three-person decision-making group locked up in prison will also receive the news, since their influence extends beyond the prison walls.
However, Ma Jieke was not worried about encountering such intense confrontations again. After all, the California chapter was already their largest force, and the only other relatively strong force below them was the Texas chapter.
But Lady Luck was on MaJack's side, because just a few months ago, the Texas chapter was hit hard by the local police, who arrested 36 members, including 7 gang leaders who were sentenced to 40 years in prison. The others received minimum sentences of 10 years or more. By the time they are released, they will probably have lost all their teeth.
Therefore, the Texas branch is in dire straits. Those rival gangs all have philanthropists. You've already fallen into the well, so how can I not throw a few stones at you?
As for the state branches further down the border, they can hardly cause any trouble outside the walls; at most, they can act arrogantly in prisons.
To put it bluntly, as long as I don't end up in jail, the other side might send a few flies to bother me, which I can easily swat away.
"Hey bro, how about Mexico?" Trevor, the most experienced of them all, offered his suggestion: "I know some Sinaloa Cartel drug dealers; they recently bribed the border inspector."
"NO, don't even think about it." Ma Jie immediately rejected Old Cui's terrible idea. Putting aside whether those Mexican drug traffickers were reliable or not, have you ever seen an American go to Mexico? Purely anti-social behavior!
At this moment, Xiao Fu spoke up from the side: "Bro, I think we should go up to Canada. I have a friend who bought prescription drugs there. If we go, we can bring some back ourselves and sell them for a good price."
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Upon hearing Xiao Fu's suggestion, Ma Jieke was speechless. In his mind, Canada was nominally a sovereign country, but in reality, it was just America's big son. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was the 51st state of the United States.
If you commit a crime and run to Canada, what's the difference between that and staying in the United States? With just one word from your American daddy, they could unleash their dogs to bite you to death.
As for the pharmaceutical business he mentioned, it does indeed exist. The reason is that in the United States, drug prices are mainly determined by negotiations between pharmaceutical companies and insurance companies, and the government has almost no power to intervene.
Especially patented drugs for treating chronic diseases, such as insulin, anticancer drugs, and rheumatism medications, their prices are enough to make anyone tremble.
In Canada, the provincial governments conduct centralized procurement. To put it simply, the government represents all patients and negotiates prices with pharmaceutical companies, forcing them to sell at lower prices.
Therefore, the same brand-name drugs will cost at most half the price when purchased in Canadian pharmacies, and some drugs are even only 20% of the price in the United States.
Just as everyone was discussing this, two UH-60M Black Hawk helicopters suddenly appeared from above the bigleaf forest, with the FIB lettering prominently displayed on their fuselages.
Ma Jie instinctively wanted to drive away, but a black Oberon Spy emerged from the woods—Mike's personal vehicle.
When he saw Mike arrive late, Ma Jie was furious. "I've already finished the battle, and you're here to collect my corpse?"
Ultimately, this whole affair stems from her daughter, Tracy. If Tracy hadn't made the wrong choice of friends, this chain reaction wouldn't have happened.
Just as MaJack was about to unleash a torrent of profanity, Trevor was completely stunned when he saw Mike get out of the car.
The latter, seeing his state, was as if he had seen a ghost. After a few seconds of silence, they almost simultaneously asked each other, "You're not dead?"
"Fuck you, Mike!" Trevor exclaimed emotionally as he reunited with his old friend. "Nine years! Nine years, old friend! I thought you were dead in North Yankton, but you're still alive! Where's Amanda? Where's Trish? Are they still with you?"
"Of course." Mike's face beamed with a smile. "I have a son and a daughter now, but this isn't the time to talk about that. I'm here to help you get out of this mess."
"So you called the FIB?" Ma Jie frowned slightly. "Could it be that persistent Specialist Steve again?"
"What else?" Looking at the corpses lying haphazardly behind him, Mike couldn't help but sigh, "Brother, don't tell me you did all of this. As far as I know, the Aryan Brotherhood isn't an ordinary gang. Every one of them has at least one life on their hands."
"But who told them to mess with me?" Ma Jie shrugged nonchalantly, his ears filled with the deafening noise of the propellers.
After the Black Hawk helicopter landed, at least ten fully armed soldiers rushed out of the cabin and quickly surrounded the group.
Steve got off another plane, followed by several agents.
He had just looked down from the sky at the devastated battlefield, and despite being mentally prepared, he was still annoyed when he landed.
The manor was littered with dead bodies. Due to the repeated whipping of corpses by Gatling guns, there were hardly any whole bodies to be seen. The worst ones were shot in two, with their entrails spilling out everywhere, resembling a slaughterhouse in a horror game.
"Wow! Am I transported to Stalingrad in 1942?"
"Huff..."
He gagged twice while holding onto the fuselage, then took a mask from his assistant and covered his face to reduce the impact of the blood on his taste buds. He then stumbled towards the "murderers" to avoid getting bloodstains on his spotless leather shoes.
"Oh, look who's here." Stepping through the gap between the two soldiers, Steve walked straight up to MaJack, his gaze more complex than garbled code: "Kid, do you know what Mike told me on the phone? He said the AB gang wanted to kill you and asked if I was interested in coming for a tour. And what did I see? Are you planning to open a slaughterhouse here?"
The AB gang that Steve mentioned is an abbreviation for the Aryan Brotherhood, so in addition to the Nazi swastika, you can also see bold AB tattoos on these corpses. "Good morning, Sir. Your shoes look good," Ma Jack greeted him indifferently, choosing to change the subject.
Since Mike has already explained that he's there to help get rid of trouble, it means Steve has decided to clean up his mess.
As for why he did this, is there any need to analyze it? The AB gang was originally a key target of the FIB, but they just hadn't been able to find their hiding place.
Well, that's great! I searched high and low but couldn't find it, and now it's right here without any effort.
"Boss, come quick, there's something going on here." Just as the two were playing coy, an agent shouted from a short distance away, sounding quite excited.
Steve looked away and walked over unhurriedly. He saw a male corpse lying on the ground. The man looked to be over 50 years old. His chest and abdomen were riddled with bullet holes from a machine gun. He stared at the sky with dead fish eyes.
The assistant then opened his briefcase, pulled out a photo, and handed it to him. Steve waved his hand, his mouth practically agape: "Haha, that's right, absolutely right, it's that crazy Joe who killed a prison guard at Fox River State Penitentiary and escaped. This guy is the head of the California branch of the AB Gang. I never expected that he would be hiding in Los Angeles, right under our noses."
"Boss, this guy is still on the list of the ten most wanted criminals, and the federal government has increased the bounty on him to $350 million."
The so-called "Top Ten Most Wanted Fugitives" is a page on the FIB's official website that is updated irregularly. It aims to identify the most dangerous and notorious fugitives in the country.
Since its inception in 1950, nearly 500 people have been on the list, which means that over the course of more than 70 years, an average of only 7 criminals have received this honor each year, highlighting its prestige.
Entering this page will not only show you detailed information about the fugitives, but also the amount of the reward offered for each fugitive.
For FIB agents, being able to participate in and lead the capture of any fugitive on the list is tantamount to making a name for themselves in history and achieving financial freedom. They become legendary figures and accelerate their career development and promotion.
They will also be valued by the bureau chief and assigned to more critical and core cases and positions.