pjbooks Chapter 216 "Living Alone in the Wilderness" Season 1
Chapter 216 "Living Alone in the Wilderness" Season 1
Chapter 216 "Living Alone in the Wilderness" Season 10
"I...I'm going to the restroom," the staff member replied perfunctorily, looking very unnatural.
"Isn't that the restroom? Do you think I'm blind?" Ma Jie pointed to the corner of the yard and threatened, "Behave yourself, buddy, especially don't try anything funny in front of the police."
"Oh right, right, look at my memory! The bathroom was leaking a few days ago and it was only fixed last night. I almost forgot about it."
The guy argued back and pretended to walk into a corner, probably intending to call Old for help.
You've caused such a huge mess, even attracting the police, and you, the boss, are just hiding like a coward, leaving me to take the blame?
Soon, the officers who had been dispatched earlier returned with an iPad and reported loudly, "Sir, I've investigated. These eight vehicles haven't had any changes to their registration in the last two years. The owners of three of these vehicles had reported the theft to the police. After comparing the photos, it's basically confirmed that they are the stolen vehicles."
"What are you waiting for? Arrest them." Dave casually gave the order, and every single person working at the junkyard was taken into custody by the police.
"Damn it, that kid's running away." Majek glanced at the map; the conspicuous red marker had left the restroom and was moving quickly along Gomash Street.
Luckily, I was careful and put [Quantum Tracking] on him beforehand, otherwise I would have really been fooled by him.
There was no time to explain further. Ma Jie jumped onto a police sidecar motorcycle and sped off.
Mrs. Dai was dumbfounded. "Seriously? Did you ask me before you rode it? You really think you're someone special?"
"Wah, wah, wah..."
The short, piercing siren echoed throughout the street, and oncoming vehicles swerved to avoid it, as if they were being automatically driven away.
This gave Ma Bangzhu a sense of "the Imperial Guard is handling a case, but idlers get out of the way." To be honest, being a US police officer is quite a beautiful thing.
Just as it was about to get close, the red dot suddenly sped up and disappeared into a small alley, rushing towards the interior of the fifth block.
"Uncle, uncle, police officer."
At the alley entrance, a little boy wearing a cotton hat shouted, "Someone stole my bicycle! It was a birthday present from my aunt! He ran that way!"
Good grief, you even steal things from kids, do you think you've done something bad enough already?
"Wait for me here, don't wander off."
As Ma Jie turned the corner, he gave a warning, twisted the accelerator, and sped into the alley. Closing in on the other man, he turned on his megaphone: "Hey, you bastard, stop here! You think you can get away?"
This shout had a significant effect, essentially giving the suspect a buff. He immediately stood up and kicked, his feet stomping so hard they sparked.
Seeing that there were steps ahead, he didn't slow down and just bounced down them headfirst.
Seeing the other party's desperate attempt to escape, Ma Jieke was not to be outdone. He floored the accelerator and showcased his street stunt driving skills.
Boom! The sidecar motorcycle's four wheels were suspended in the air, and after landing, it drifted at its limit, with one tire lifting high into the air.
Bang! Amid the gasps of onlookers, it slammed down again, regained its balance, and continued its pursuit.
But this guy was stubborn as a mule, taking advantage of his vehicle to deliberately run towards crowded places and create interference for MaJack.
After all, police investigations also have costs to consider. If they accidentally hit a pedestrian while trying to arrest a suspect, that would be a real loss.
But this didn't scare Ma Jie away. He honked his horn to scare away the homeless man and sped up to chase after him.
"Make way, make way, all of you make way!"
It was just bad luck for this guy. It was noon, and the relief food trucks would regularly spawn in the poor streets. Wherever there were relief food trucks, large crowds would gather.
Seeing that he was digging his own hole and jumping in, Ma Jie didn't hold back. His sidecar motorcycle, like a steel beast, crashed headfirst into the back of his vehicle.
Well, now the person and the bicycle have parted ways in mid-air.
"Ah!!!" The other person screamed as they fell straight into the small table where the food was being served.
Crash! The scene was a complete mess, with hamburgers, drinks, and vegetable leaves flying everywhere.
Ma Jie slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop. He strode forward and, before the other man could get up and stand properly, kicked him in the lower back.
"Fuck you, run!" Too lazy to argue with him any longer, she twisted her arms behind her back and snapped on the fashionable silver bracelet.
Then he transformed into Black Knee Man on the spot and pressed his knee hard against the back of his neck.
Although many police stations have been forced to ban this law enforcement action since the "Black Lives Matter" movement, Ma Jie believes that he is not a police officer, but just a kind-hearted citizen. He is already doing well if he can catch people, so he shouldn't ask for too much.
"Jack, you...when did you become a policeman?"
Before her appeared a face like that of an angel; it was Valentina, who worked part-time here.
That sudden movement really startled her; a grown person falling from the sky was simply absurd.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't become a police officer; I'm just helping the police arrest suspects."
"Okay." Valentina gave him a sweet smile. "You're so brave. It's a shame about all this food; I just set it out."
"It's okay. If you need compensation, you can contact Sergeant Dave of the LAPD."
"Sir, sir, please, let me go!" Seeing that the two were actually chatting, the suspect, who was being pinned down, cried out in pain, "I can't breathe, really... please, please don't kill me."
Hearing these familiar lines, Ma Jie felt quite pleased. He got up, put him in the back of the police car, and then shoved the bicycle onto the back seat.
"Hey, didn't I tell you not to do dangerous things anymore?"
Before leaving, Valentina caught up with him, hugged his arm, and said to him with concern.
Although the two hadn't officially started dating, the look in someone's eyes when they like each other is impossible to hide. If it weren't for her studies, she wouldn't have suppressed herself like this.
"Okay, okay, I promise you, starting tomorrow, I won't do it anymore, alright?"
Majesty looked at the Mexican girl with a smile and pinched her delicate cheek with his hand.
"Get lost, nobody believes you." Valentina shyly dodged when he touched her in public, punched his arm lightly, and whispered with her head down, "Anyway, just be careful to protect yourself. You must always carry the Eye of God that I gave you. It was made by my mother and it can bring good luck."
"Here you go." Ma Jie reached into his pocket and pulled out an exquisite handicraft.
Seeing that he was wearing it close to his body, Valentina happily smiled again, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and watched him drive away.
"Uncle, uncle, I'm here."
As they passed the alleyway, the little boy excitedly waved his hands at him, and immediately spotted his bicycle, jumping and skipping with excitement.
Ma Jie helped lift it down, looking a little apologetic: "Little friend, I'm really sorry, the wheel is a bit deformed from the fall."
"It's okay, Uncle." He stroked his beloved car, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the other man. "Uncle, you're so amazing! When I grow up, can I catch bad guys like you?"
"Of course." Ma Jie reached out and patted his head, giving a helping hand to every reckless dreamer.
Just as I was about to say goodbye to the little guy, a burgundy supercar suddenly drove in from the street corner. It was the Extraordinary Beauty series, loved by every successful woman in Los Santos.
"Oh my god, I'm in big trouble, my aunt is looking for me."
Amid the little boy's cries of pain, the sports car suddenly stopped beside him.
The car door opened, and a pair of black high-heeled boots emerged from the driver's seat. Full, shapely thighs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, followed by tight hot pants, a base layer, and a vintage Burberry trench coat.
Her hair looked like it had just been bleached and was shimmering golden in the sunlight. She was adorned with a multitude of jewelry, including gemstone rings, gold bracelets, and oversized, sparkling diamond tassel earrings, making her look incredibly glamorous.
"You brat, you better give me a perfect explanation before I spank you until your ass is a pulp!"
The woman is around 35 years old but not quite 40. She has a mature and sophisticated aura, as well as an air of elegance and sophistication.
Just that one mouth was enough to terrify the little boy, who quickly hid behind Ma Jieke for protection.
"Auntie, you can't hit me! The police are here. Hitting people is illegal."
"Police? Don't try to scare me with the police. What's wrong with the police?!"
The woman walked up fearlessly, about to greet her, when she suddenly froze, casually taking off her sunglasses: "Ma Jack? What are you doing here!"
"Miss Grace?" Jack Ma recognized her as well; she was the jewelry lady who had previously hosted "Warehouse Treasure Hunt".
However, since winning the show, there has been no further contact. After all, recording a variety show is just a temporary collaboration, and even if they become acquainted, they will not take the initiative to contact each other unless there is something special.
"My God, what's going on? When did you become a policeman?"
In response to Grace's question, Ma Jie explained, "It's a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. I was just helping the police catch a criminal suspect when this guy stole the kid's bicycle and tried to run away, so I just helped him get it back."
"Wait...you just said suspect?" Grace stared wide-eyed at the subdued junkyard worker, then looked at the little boy peeking out from behind MaJack: "Little Ivan, you should be thankful you ran into someone who stole your bicycle, not a cannibal or a psychopath. Do you know where you are? This is the poorest part of Los Angeles, the most dangerous place in all of Los Angeles. If I didn't have your GPS, I wouldn't have been able to find you by nightfall. You might already be torn to pieces!"
No... a cannibal? A psychopathic killer? That's ridiculous, lady. What kind of urban legend are you reading?
As the sheriff of Poor Street, Ma Jie felt it necessary to explain: "Miss Grace, what you're saying will frighten the children, and it's also biased. The crime rate in Poor Street has decreased a lot compared to before. This is my territory, so I have the right to speak. If you don't believe me, you can wait for the LAPD to release the official data next month."
"Really?" Grace hesitated for a moment, clearly not wanting to waste time on this question, and grabbed her little nephew: "Tell your aunt the truth, how did you manage to ride all this way?"
"Ride it over?" Little Ivan looked up at me. "Auntie, have you lost your mind? It's 20 miles from where we live in the upper town. I took the bus first, and only started riding after I got here. I rode for less than ten minutes before the bike was stolen."
"Why didn't I just snatch you away!" Grace slapped him on the butt in anger and pointed to the car door: "Get back in the car now."
"What about my bicycle?"
"Don't worry about it, just leave it here, I'll notify the property management to pick it up!"
Holy crap... Property management offers this service? The standard of living in wealthy neighborhoods is definitely different.
Jack sighed inwardly as Grace extended her hand, her beautiful face full of tenderness: "Thank you, Jack. This child is spoiled by his family and has caused you so much trouble."
"It's no trouble at all, it's just a small favor. I would have done the same for any other child."
"Amazing. If Los Angeles had more kind-hearted citizens like you, there wouldn't be so many unpleasant things happening."
After exchanging a few polite words, Grace asked curiously, "My uncle told me that after you participated in 'Warehouse Treasure Hunt King,' you used the prize money you earned to buy a junkyard. Is business doing well?"
"It's alright, at least we won't starve."
"Congratulations, Jack! Last time you were on the show, you were homeless on the streets. Now you're a boss."
"Oh, by the way, this is my new business card." She said, taking out her business card holder from her pocket and casually handing over a card. The material was quite high-end; it wasn't paper, but acrylic.
Ma Jieke took it and glanced at it. A line of gilded text at the bottom piqued his curiosity: "Living Alone in the Wilderness"
Casting director for season 10.
"Solo survival in the wilderness? Is that the show that throws people into the wild and makes them survive for 100 days?"
"That's right," Grace replied with a smile. "You wouldn't believe it, but I owe a large part of my joining this show to you. Your outstanding performance on 'Warehouse Treasure Hunt King' caused the show's ratings to skyrocket by 37% after its official broadcast. Nobody could have predicted that a homeless man could turn his life around by opening blind boxes and even defeat the expert panel. Although many viewers thought it was scripted, it didn't stop the show from becoming a huge hit. As a result, I was highly valued by the TV station's management and was assigned to participate in the casting for 'Wilderness Solitude.'"
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"Congratulations, Ms. Grace! Compared to low-budget variety shows like 'Store Treasure Hunt,' this show is a true global phenomenon. If I remember correctly, the prize money for the champion was around $500,000?"
"Oh Jack, you fake fan!" Grace corrected him seriously at the end, "Starting from season seven, this show increased the prize money to $100 million!"