pjbooks Chapter 226 Los Angeles Victims
Chapter 226 Los Angeles Victims
Chapter 226 Los Angeles Victims
It's so easy to get started, your body must be failing, right?
After mentally scoffing, Ma Jieke explained, "Brother, put away your restless desires. We're not here for fun, but to investigate a violent assault case. Here are the details..."
When he finished recounting the story, Carl immediately transformed into a passionate detective: "Jack, if what you're saying is true, I swear I'll get to the bottom of this. If you can't even protect the poorest people, what kind of cop are you? If this had happened in Chicago, I guarantee the murderer would be in jail by now, getting pounded up on the floor by seven or eight gay men every day."
"Okay, don't get so worked up." Ma Jie handed him a Marlboro: "Have a smoke to calm down, and from now on, just follow my lead."
The two got out of the car and swaggered toward the entrance, only to be stopped by security: "Sir, there are still 20 minutes before the official opening."
"Who told you I'm here to spend money?" Ma Jie glared at him, pointing to Carl behind him. "Have you ever seen a police officer in uniform come to a place like this? We're here for a case. Do you have a girl named Fufu here?"
"Fufu?" The security guard frowned. "That disfigured stripper?"
"That's right."
"Oh, this is so heartbreaking. I donated $50 to her in the hopes that it will help her."
The security guard said, leading the way: "Come on, officers, I'll take you to see her. Although she can't go on stage right now, the boss is keeping her here to do some basic cleaning work."
After walking through the narrow, unlit corridor, the security guard greeted the waitress at the ticket window and went straight to the lobby on the first floor.
The lobby was quiet and deserted, with no loud noise or dazzling lights. The waiters were taking down the chairs hanging upside down from the tables one by one, preparing for the upcoming opening.
Not far away, a woman was carrying a mop and a bucket, rubbing the floor without looking up, so much so that when Ma Jie walked up to her, she bumped into his shoe.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to."
The woman hurriedly bowed and apologized. Only then did Ma Jieke see clearly that she had many bruises on her face that had not yet healed, a band-aid on her brow bone, and one eye was obviously slightly swollen. The most serious was the scratch on her right cheek, which was at least 10 centimeters long and was deliberately covered by the hair on one side, and the stitches were visible.
Seeing that she was being stared at like that, she quickly brushed her hair back and covered her wound more tightly, her eyes darting away.
Even the most cheerful and outgoing person would undergo a drastic personality change after experiencing such severe trauma, let alone a woman who relies on her looks for a living.
"Don't be afraid, ma'am." Having confirmed this, Ma Jie finally dispelled his doubts: "Let me introduce myself. I'm the bounty hunter who took your job on the AE platform. This is Officer Carl, who wants to ask you about some things."
Upon hearing "bounty hunter," the woman abruptly raised her head, looking at the tall, muscular Asian man in front of her: "Sir, are you really willing to help me? If you can help me catch that bastard, I'll do anything!"
"Lady, please control your emotions; it's not good for your recovery," Ma Jie kindly reminded her, then asked, "Do you have a photo of this person?"
The reason I didn't ask about the surveillance footage is because I didn't find any cameras along the way. This is one of the characteristics of American service, where customer privacy takes precedence over personal safety.
"No." Fufu shook her head first, then took out a folded A4 sheet from her pocket.
Paper: "But I have this. I paid someone to draw it. Although it can't be 100% accurate, it has all the features that should be there. I'm sure it looks like this."
When Ma Jieke took it, he found it was a portrait sketch. The style was rough, the expression was exaggerated, and it had a strong anime style, just like a wanted poster from an old Western movie.
Below the wanted poster, the killer's name—Nats Pearson—was noted, along with the reward amount and contact information.
When asked about her intentions, Fufu explained, "If no one is willing to help me in the end, I'll go out on the street and post wanted posters myself."
"Please don't, ma'am." Upon hearing her absurd idea, Carl Copp said, "Although California law grants citizens the power of arrest, it is limited to wanted criminals convicted by the judicial authorities. If you do this, you will be classified as impersonating law enforcement and inciting violence. In the end, you won't catch the murderer, but you'll get into trouble first."
"But how would I know these things? I didn't even finish high school..."
As Fufu spoke, she couldn't help but wipe away her tears again. It seemed that she would find it difficult to shake off these negative emotions until her crimes were judged.
After that, Ma Jie didn't ask any more questions, but instead used Carl's professional skills to conduct some detailed inquiries and take notes.
During the conversation, it was learned that this pervert named Natz Pearson seemed to be a repeat offender who specifically targeted strippers and prostitutes because most of them were illegal immigrants, and even if they reported it to the police afterward, the police station was too lazy to care.
As long as I don't interfere, this case won't happen. If the case doesn't happen, it won't be included in the database. If it's not included in the database, won't the crime rate drop?
discharge!
After gathering the intelligence, the two went to the apartment address provided by Fufu, hoping to try their luck. As expected, it was just a temporary rental and had already been occupied by new tenants.
However, every cloud has a silver lining. Just as Ma Jieke was figuring out how to break the deadlock, a red skull icon finally lit up on the unchanging map.
Next to the skull is a note: A ruthless person who destroys flowers.
Okay, okay, is this how you play it?
Although it cannot be completely confirmed, the appearance of a mission guide at this critical juncture most likely indicates that it is Nats Pearson himself.
At this moment, the marker is moving rapidly on the map, seemingly driving, heading towards South Los Santos.
MaJack then took Carl and drove the pickup truck after them, soon arriving at a dimly lit street corner.
As dusk fell, the streetwalkers, who had spent the day lying in their rented rooms, began their work, wearing leather skirts, long boots, and stockings.
High heels are basically standard equipment, and they look very impressive from a distance. But once you get a closer look, the thick foundation on their faces, the false eyelashes that seem to create a breeze with every blink, and the cheap perfume used to cover up body odor and body smell, instantly make you feel that this is not a happy planet, but a biochemical matrix.
There's nothing we can do; Luonan City is just at this level. It's inhabited by the working class, and its main focus is on affordability.
Majesty quickly spotted the target vehicle: a tan Chevrolet Camaro, the prototype for Bumblebee in Transformers.
It seems he had only been quiet for a few days when he was already preparing to target a new victim. However, after going around in circles for a long time without finding a suitable victim, he started his car and drove to his next destination.
Seeing this, Ma Jie immediately called Sandy for help. After all, it was not a good idea to fight on the street; it was better to outsmart them than to start a fight in the street.
"Wow!" After repeatedly checking the license plate information, which matched Carl's notes perfectly, the young man was dumbfounded: "Jack, how did you do that? Do you know how hard it is to find a car in such a big city? This is Los Angeles, not Monovi." (Monovi: a city with only one inhabitant)
"Shh..." Faced with his exaggerated reaction, Ma Jie made a shushing gesture: "Don't tell anyone, buddy. The police rely on experience to solve cases, while I rely on intuition. It's a talent I was born with. Just keep it to yourself and don't go around telling everyone."
"Wow, this is unbelievable, it's simply unbelievable."
Amid Carl's exclamations of admiration, Ma Jie followed in his car, and the other party, as expected, did not give up and came to another block.
Soon, among the ordinary women, a glittering gold mine was discovered.
To act as bait, Sandy wore heavy smoky makeup and borrowed jewelry and clothes from Max. Coupled with her youth and beauty, any man who saw her would be unable to help but take a second look.
"Hey sis, all alone?" Seeing such a sexy woman, Nats Pearson wasn't sure if she did this kind of thing, so he parked his car and offered her a ride using the usual methods.
Sandy glanced at the blue pickup truck not far away, knowing that MaJack and Karl were hiding inside. She boldly walked up to them, deliberately bending down to reveal the stunning scenery under her low-cut tank top, and said in a seductive tone, "Stop talking nonsense, baby. It's $200 a time, only in the car, 15 minutes."
In South Los Santos, "drive-through" is the most common way to play. Just drive your vehicle to a secluded corner and you can happily start the game.
This not only saves consumers money on hotel room bookings, but also allows service providers to save time and take on more orders, thereby maximizing their profits.
"200 dollars?" Natz Pearson was clearly taken aback. "Do you think I'm a pushover, sister? This place costs at most 100 dollars, and no one is an exception."
"Tch, poor bastards shouldn't try to show off like others. If you can't afford it, stay out of the way and don't interfere with my business!"
Sandy glared at him fiercely, then played hard to get.
Looking at the girl's hot figure and pretty face, and then thinking about all the ugly girls outside, Natz Pearson couldn't resist the temptation and immediately changed his smile: "Don't be angry, little sister, do I look like someone who's short of money? Just do it the way you said, get in the car."
The car started and drove out of the block, then into a construction site where work had stopped.
"Baby, you're so sexy, let me kiss you."
Taking advantage of the guy's lustful impulses, Sandy swiftly pulled out the car keys and tossed them out through the window crack.
At the same time, two figures ran out of the darkness, like cheetahs lurking in the shadows.
"You fucking bitch, you dare to scheme against me!"
Realizing danger was imminent, Nats Pearson reached for the keys, but the moment he touched Sandy, a bloody gash appeared on his arm.
The latter revealed a razor blade hidden between her fingers, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Just as he was about to fight to the death, a figure suddenly jumped onto the hood of the plane, holding a Glock police pistol, pointed it at the windshield, and shouted down at him, "Police, don't move!"
As soon as the other person raised his hand, Ma Jie suddenly pulled open the car door next to him, grabbed his hair and dragged him out of the driver's seat like a chick.
Seeing this, Carl quickly jumped down, took out the wanted poster and compared it to the image, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "This..."
Is this the same person?
"We'll find out if we just ask." Ma Jieke wasn't so particular; he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the car door: "Name."
"What are you doing? I demand to see a lawyer!" Seeing that there were police officers among the group, Nats was not so afraid and tried his best to remain calm.
"I'll ask you one last time, your name!"
"I request..."
Boom! Before he could finish speaking, Ma Jie twisted his arms behind his back and slammed his head against the car window.
The enormous impact shattered the glass completely. Nats Pearson felt his head buzzing, and blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, making everything he saw appear blood red.
This scene startled Karl, and even his hand holding the gun trembled. This...this...this...is this right?
Ma Jieke pulled him out and slammed him against the car door again, his eyes sharp as knives: "Now can you tell me your name?"
"Nats, Nats Pearson, please don't kill me."
Faced with such a brutal opponent, the guy was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe and subconsciously nodded in response.
Karl couldn't help but swallow hard. My God, what kind of amazing memory restoration technique is this?!
"Two weeks ago, you took a stripper named Fou from Vanilla Unicorn. Do I need to continue?"
"Fufu?" Upon hearing this familiar name, Nats Pearson gasped, "Brother, the police aren't getting involved in this. You don't need to get involved. How much did that bitch pay you? I'm willing to pay you double, just please let me off the hook."
"Who the hell told you I was doing this for money?" Ma Jie got angry when he heard this and slammed his knee into Ma Jie's groin.
The latter was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. He clutched his crotch and collapsed to the ground, curling up like a shrimp and rolling around in agony.
"Damn it, serves you right for taking advantage of me."
Seeing this, Sandy went over and kicked him twice more. You have to understand that she was wearing high heels, so it was impossible for her not to hurt him when she stepped on him.
"Cuff him, take him to the club first, and then call the police."
Majek shook his head at Karl, who had no choice but to take out his silver bracelet and cuff Nats's hands behind his back before skillfully putting him into the car.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the back gate of the club.
"Get inside." When Ma Jie kicked the murderer into the dressing room, the strippers inside were all stunned.
The victim, Fufu, stared in disbelief at the blood-soaked and disheveled Nats Pearson. Suddenly, she grabbed a pair of scissors from the dressing table and charged at him, yelling, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you, you bastard! You ruined my career, you bankrupted me! I'll die with you! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
"Hey, calm down, lady." Seeing this, Ma Jie quickly hugged her from behind. If he were to stab her with scissors, the consequences would be unimaginable.