pjbooks Chapter 215 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires
Chapter 215 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires
Chapter 215 Attempt to Steal a Chicken Backfires
With no other option but to take the punch head-on, Ma Jie steeled himself and decided to endure it.
His hand had already subconsciously reached for his lower back, preparing to activate the [American Iaijutsu].
Don't say that young people don't have martial ethics. Five of you ganged up on me, trying to cheat and ambush me, an old man in my twenties. Is that okay? That's not good.
Just as the leader of the horse gang was preparing to take the hit, something inexplicable happened.
The opponent may have exerted too much force, causing him to lose his footing and his body to lose balance.
At the same time, a powerful line echoed in my mind: the reversal of polarity!
[Reversal of Extremes]: When you encounter a negative event, there is a small chance that things will turn around (for example, the steering wheel of a car heading straight for you malfunctions, or an enemy slips and falls).
Holy crap, you can do that?
Even Ma Jie himself was stunned. But then again, it's a five-star skill after all, so triggering it only once in a while seems reasonable.
Never mind, Lady Luck is on my side again. This is a golden opportunity, and once it's gone, it won't come again.
The Latino thug's punch went astray, and Ma Jie twisted his waist, causing the punch to land but miss its mark, sliding off his body and passing under his armpit.
When he tried to pull away, he found himself unable to move at all. His arm was tightly gripped by Ma Jieke, followed by a close-range headbutt that slammed into his nose.
Snap! Without a doubt, the hardest bone in the human body is the skull, which is equivalent to the "helmet" that evolved during biological evolution.
Using this thing to hit your fragile nasal bridge is no different from throwing an egg at a rock.
With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the opponent felt dizzy and fell to the ground, clutching his nose, blood flowing out from between his fingers.
After completing the incredible comeback, Ma Jie quickly retreated, distancing himself from the other two survivors, and crossed his arms in front of him, using his feet to dart back and forth in a butterfly-like motion.
With his skill combination, he took down three fighters, and now Justice is in a two-on-one situation, which is perfectly acceptable.
The Russians and Indians were completely dumbfounded. "You're too lucky, kid. You managed to dodge this. What are we supposed to do now?"
"Come on, you bastards." Seeing that his opponents dared not make any more moves, Ma Gangzhu immediately triggered his passive ability and opened his mouth with auspicious words: "I'm talking to you, you damn Indian. Instead of working for the nobles in India cleaning toilets, you've come to America to beg for food? And you, you bald bastard, you look like your mother's egg yolk has come to life. I really want to punch you back to Siberia to dig potatoes."
As the old saying goes, it's not that we're afraid of hooligans who can fight, but that we're afraid of hooligans who are cultured. For them, such words are like the "picking cotton" comment directed at Xiao Heizi—both are sensitive words, and once uttered, they are equivalent to maximum level of sarcasm.
Hearing his extreme insults, the Indian completely broke down, and with a long run-up and a flying kick, he kicked MaJack in the face with all his might.
However, in the eyes of professionals, this is the worst possible move. It might be useful against ordinary people, but it would be suicide in the boxing ring.
Sure enough, Ma Jie skillfully dodged the attack route and, before the Indian could even regain his footing after landing, delivered a powerful blow to his face with a Vajra Arm.
As the Indian man fell backward, a pair of large feet appeared in front of him, approaching from afar.
Bang! The back of his head made direct contact with the ground, the impact reaching the brain's central nervous system. Everything he saw looked like a shadow clone, and he almost certainly had a concussion.
After delivering the headshot and stomping blow, Ma Jieke provocatively hooked his hand around the palm of his hand and looked at the last victim.
The Russian was truly straightforward; he roared "Hurrah!" and charged forward with glaring eyes.
Compared to other boxers, this guy has no skills, only numbers. He grabbed Majesty's waist and tried to throw him headfirst.
The latter used the balls of his feet to support himself on the ground, slid back half a meter, and pushed against his shoulder with his backhand, creating a head-on struggle.
Logically speaking, if it were just a matter of strength, he might not be able to beat this old guy. But little did the Russian know, he actually had a magical buff.
No matter how much energy he expends, it will continuously flow to Ma Jieke. As long as he still has energy left, he is facing a perpetual motion machine.
Half a minute later, the bear began to have a rapid heartbeat and was panting heavily.
Ten seconds later, unable to withstand such a huge physical exertion, he lost his balance and was pushed upside down.
Ma Jieke mounted him and unleashed a barrage of punches from both sides, combined with the passive effect of "Ruthless Combo." To borrow a classical Chinese phrase, his punches rained down like a storm.
Seeing the Russian beaten black and blue, so badly that he didn't even recognize his own mother, Ma Jieke stopped throwing punches and stood up gracefully.
Looking around at the group of five lying on the ground, they were either broken bones or disfigured. Just a few minutes ago, they would never have imagined that they would end up like this.
Gang Leader Ma wiped his nose with his finger and sneered, "Still want to fight, you bastards? Think you're so tough? Tell me! Who sent you?"
After waiting a moment and seeing no response, Majek walked straight toward Quesanti and stepped on his broken ribs without saying a word.
"Ah!!!" The pig-like screams were fully materialized at this moment, and the noise could probably be heard across the street.
Quesanti trembled with pain, sweat dripping down his forehead. He bit his pale lips tightly and said, "No, stop stepping on me! I'll talk, I'll talk! It's...it's the owner of this junkyard. He said someone was causing trouble here and gave us $500 each to teach you a lesson."
Sure enough, it was pretty much what I'd guessed. This bastard didn't dare to confront me head-on, so he started playing dirty tricks.
However, this is also a good thing, because US law stipulates that hiring someone to commit assault will violate multiple federal and state laws.
These mainly include instigation, conspiracy, and intentional injury. The legal consequences that an employer bears are usually more severe than those that the employer commits the act of injury personally.
Thinking of this, Ma Jieke immediately took out his phone and pointed the camera at Quesanti: "Listen, black man, repeat what you just told me, don't leave out any details. If you dare to hide anything from me, I will take your bones off one by one, smash them, grind them into powder, and send them to your family. Don't think I'm joking."
Having witnessed someone's ruthless methods, this guy dared not try to be clever again. He recounted the entire process in detail and even exposed the transfer records and chat logs.
Although exposing employer information is a major taboo for those who work as ride-hailing agents for Didi, in front of this living devil, all taboos are nonsense. I'm about to lose my life, and you're talking to me about professional ethics?
After gathering the evidence, Ma Jieke did two things.
First, call Sheriff Dave as a victim to report the incident.
Second, they helped the criminal suspect call an ambulance.
There was nothing he could do; Old Ma was just a kind person who couldn't bear to see others suffer.
When the ambulance siren sounds, gold pours in.
Five hundred US dollars? You can't even afford five thousand. Just pay the hospital fees, and once you do, no one will say a word.
Soon after, police cars and ambulances arrived at the scene one after another. Amidst cries of pain, the thugs were all taken to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Sheriff Dave pulled up the security footage from the junkyard, and after watching it, he looked at Jack with a bewildered expression: "Old man, are you sure you're the victim?"
"Otherwise what?" Ma Jieke took the remote control and rewound the video: "See? Five people bullied me. Luckily, I know a little bit about fighting, so I survived by sheer luck. But what if the person involved was an old man or a girl? Would they have succeeded? These are all amateur boxers, not street thugs."
"Okay, even if the other party hired someone to injure you, you weren't actually harmed."
Dave thought for a moment, then continued, "Based on past precedents, this situation only constitutes incitement and attempted assault. If the other party hires a good lawyer to plead not guilty, the probability of the judge not pursuing criminal charges is quite high. There's also something I need to remind you: American prisons are currently operating beyond capacity; there are so many criminals that there's nowhere to put them. Otherwise, why do you think those who participated in zero-dollar purchases can get away with it?"
In response to Sheriff Dave's refusal, someone expressed strong dissatisfaction: "Sir, do you really want me to end up in the ICU before you'll help me?"
"Okay, just tell me what you want."
Seeing that Ma Jie was determined to cause trouble for the other party, Dave was too lazy to beat around the bush with him. The two sides had a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship, and everything was based on the exchange of bargaining chips.
"My demand is very simple: arrest him first. No matter what, he has broken the law. Even if he can't be sent to prison, I want him to suffer for a few days."
After MaJack finished speaking, Sheriff Dave breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, I can grant you that request; it's part of the procedure anyway."
"Also, find a way to shut down this scrap yard."
"Dude, do you think I'm the president? I don't have that much power." Upon hearing the second request, Dave said he couldn't help.
"But what if this junkyard is a place to sell stolen goods?" Ma Jie lowered his voice, pointed to the seven or eight used cars parked in the corner of the yard, and smirked slightly. "Sheriff, you should have heard of AbnormalCar, right? It's a paid app developed by hackers. Users use big data and intelligent recognition technology to find zombie cars that haven't moved for a long time in the city, and then take possession of them. Some are sold to car dealerships for illegal modifications, while others are sold to junkyards as scrap because they find it too troublesome."
"Then let me ask you this: just because someone parked it there for a long time doesn't mean they don't want it anymore. What's the difference between driving it away without permission and theft?"
After hearing MaJack's excuse, Sheriff Dave was a little dumbfounded. Of course he knew about the software, but the police principle has always been "no complaint, no investigation." The car owner wasn't unhappy, so what was he doing?
However, on the other hand, the so-called gray industry chain is just skirting the edge of the law, but due to the cost of enforcement, there is no need to take it seriously.
Similar issues include not only recycling zombie cars, but also "data resale," "film and television piracy," and "cryptocurrency money laundering," all of which exploit loopholes in the law and regulations.
Ma Jie had already inquired with Xiao Fu beforehand and learned that most of the broken cars that Ximen Auto Shop wouldn't accept ended up at Green Box Scrap Yard. They would buy the whole cars at low prices, then dismantle them and sell the parts to auto repair shops, creating an entire industry chain.
This kind of thing is the kind of thing that even if citizens report it, the police are too lazy to care, because it's really insignificant. They can't even solve a murder case involving so many people, so why bother with a few broken cars?
Seeing Sergeant Dave hesitate, Ma Jie probed indirectly, "Sir, if you can't even help with this small matter, how can we cooperate in the future? If I remember correctly, the Los Angeles Police Department is selecting its Sheriff of the Year next month. You've managed Poor Street very well; both your superiors and the citizens have seen it. You don't want anything to happen at this crucial juncture, do you?"
In the end, it was no longer a tone of negotiation, but a blatant threat.
The implication is clear: if I wanted to destroy you, it would be easy. I could just arrange for a few homeless people to participate in a free shopping event, or even set a fire, and all your previous efforts would be in vain.
Looking at the beggar leader in front of him, Dave subconsciously clenched his fist, feeling that the two of them were somewhat out of sync in terms of status and position.
But for the sake of a promising career, he forced himself to calm down, which is a characteristic of smart people: solving problems at low cost rather than acting impulsively.
Meanwhile, Ma Jieke was also observing his micro-expressions, further testing his limits.
To put it bluntly, I've done so much for you without a single complaint.
Now it's your turn to help me, but you find it troublesome. So you're the one who gets all the good things?
After a long silence, a slight smile appeared on Dave's greasy face: "Kid, I have to admit, you've got guts to threaten a sheriff into doing things for you like that."
"Sir, you've misunderstood me. How could I dare threaten you?" Ma Jie said calmly. "What I'm trying to say is that mutual respect is the prerequisite for cooperation. I help you stabilize the security in the slums, and you help me clear away some unsightly rocks. Isn't that a win-win situation? The best way to maintain the balance is to add weights of equal weight, not to take away other people's weights. Respecting the rules is respecting yourself."
After listening to his argument, Dave's smile deepened: "Dude, you shouldn't be on the streets, you should be a politician. Your language skills are quite good, you've successfully impressed me."
As he spoke, he waved to the police officer not far away, called him over, and instructed him: "Someone reported that this scrap yard is buying stolen goods. Go check the owner information of those cars and whether the vehicle registration has been changed."
"Yes, Sir!" the officer said, pulling out his iPad, a portable device similar to a "police mobile terminal" that can retrieve relevant information from a database anytime, anywhere by scanning faces and license plate numbers.
Seeing the police officers walk towards the car, the scrap yard worker panicked. After all, he worked there and knew the inside story better than anyone else.
Seeing that he was about to become the scapegoat for his boss, he decided to slip away first.
"Stop right there!" Ma Jieke's voice rang out behind him like a death knell: "It's not time to leave work yet, where are you planning to go?"
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