pjbooks Chapter 229 Subway Horror, Extreme Pull
Chapter 229 Subway Horror, Extreme Pull
Chapter 229 Subway Horror, Extreme Pull
Back in his pickup truck, Ma Jie sped home, immediately dialing Valentina's number.
According to Sheriff Dave, this guy used to be homeless and suffers from severe mental illness, so the most likely places he would go are food distribution points and shelters.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm still working, I'm afraid I don't have time to chat with you."
There was a lot of noise on the other end of the line, like some kind of event was going on.
Ma Jieke chose to get straight to the point: "Listen to me, Nana, I got some information from the police. A mentally ill man assaulted a guard, escaped from the mental hospital, and is carrying a stun gun. This guy used to be a homeless person, and I'm worried he might end up near you, so whatever you're doing, find a safe place to hide first."
"Mental illness?" Valentina clearly didn't take it to heart. "I've seen plenty of drug addicts. What's so special about mental illness? Aren't you underestimating my job?"
"I'm not joking with you, I'm telling the truth."
"I didn't say it was fake, but I really can't leave right now. Holiland supermarket's warehouse is full of near-expiry snacks, and the boss is paying me to work here. I get $29 an hour."
Ma Jie was about to say something like "money-grubbing" or "risking your life for money," but he thought about it and held back. He instructed, "Well then, I'll send someone to protect you until I get back, which will probably take more than an hour."
"Hands? I don't need protection. I'm not Princess Disney."
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"Stop talking nonsense, it's settled!" Ma Jie hung up the phone without room for argument, told Bu Bu to come over as a temporary bodyguard, and told him to make sure he brought his gun.
He then went full throttle, transforming into a speed demon, recklessly speeding along the highway. [Car Driving IV8]
The skill level is not just for show; it allows you to easily handle all kinds of complex road conditions.
As they approached the city, the red skull marker moved faster and faster. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the creature had actually entered the subway.
Los Angeles subway lines are usually color-coded rather than numbered. The green line this guy was riding is jokingly called the "poor man's line" because it passes through East Los Santos, the South Los Angeles slums, and downtown.
It's rush hour, and the subway is incredibly crowded. Who knows what kind of trouble this unstable element will cause if it gets mixed up in?
He quickly called Sheriff Dave, told him the target's hiding place, and asked him to send more men over, saying he would arrive shortly after.
Half an hour later, Ma Jie successfully arrived at the subway station and, imitating those agile free users, jumped over the ticket gate.
In Los Angeles, fare evasion on the subway has become commonplace, and it applies not only to the unemployed but also to working professionals. Given the current economic climate, every penny saved is a penny earned.
Ma Jie felt even less guilty, since the old lady had already given him the money.
On the large map, the red skull is getting closer and closer, only a few hundred meters away.
At the same time, a seemingly old subway train roared in and came to a steady stop in front of the platform.
As soon as the doors opened, the passengers rushed out like a flood, accompanied by screams of terror.
When Ma Jie saw this, his heart sank. It was all over; the worst had happened.
"Oh my god, oh my god, God bless, oh my god..."
A panicked elderly white woman was jostled and breathless as she passed by Ma Jie when she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Seeing the huge crowd, Ma Jie quickly stood behind her to prevent a stampede.
Under such circumstances, humans are no different from frightened wild horses, and will unknowingly cause a large number of casualties.
"Madam, are you alright?" Supporting her back with his arm, the old lady shakily reached for her purse, but failed several times.
He tried to open his mouth to speak, but it felt like a breath of stale air was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down. His face turned red, and he looked like he might choke at any moment.
Seeing this, Ma Jie reacted quickly, unzipped his bag, and poured everything out.
Soon, a small yellow medicine bottle was found among her personal belongings. The word "First Aid" was taped on it, presumably a quick-acting heart medicine.
After feeding the old lady the medicine, she finally caught her breath and gratefully pulled Ma Jie away, saying, "Thank you, young man. I almost lost my life just now."
"It's nothing, just a small favor," Ma Jie said politely, then quickly inquired about the situation: "Madam, what happened?"
"There's a madman in the car!" She pointed to the now-stopped subway train. "That guy was randomly shocking people with a stun gun, causing panic, and even said he was going to blow everyone up. I don't know what the security team was doing, letting someone like that into the subway. They're completely disregarding the safety of all the passengers."
"So what's the situation now?"
"Now," the old woman paused for a breath, "he has kidnapped a pregnant Black woman and her two children."
Hearing this, Ma Jieke felt a headache coming on. Everyone said that the US server was a breeding ground for venomous insects, and today he finally experienced it firsthand.
"LAPD! Everyone, don't panic, be careful, and evacuate in an orderly manner."
In the distance, a dozen police officers rushed in against the flow of people, led by Sergeant Dave.
"Sir, make a long story short." After the two met, Ma Jie got straight to the point: "I just learned that the mentally ill person is in carriage number 5, and in addition to him, he has taken three other people hostage."
"No, to be precise, four people: a pregnant Black woman and two children. They claimed to be carrying explosives, but I have my doubts about that."
Black people, pregnant women, children, enclosed spaces, explosives... Dave couldn't help but shudder when he came across these shocking keywords. If this wasn't handled properly, forget about any star sheriff; even a single spit from the citizens could drown him.
For him, this was almost a career-risking battle. If he fought well, he would get a promotion and a raise; if he fought poorly, he would have to go back to farming. There was no room for error.
"Immediately seal off the subway station, and notify the negotiation experts and bomb disposal team to come here, quick!"
As a frontline commander, Dave doesn't care about the truth or falsehood of information; he takes all intelligence as fact first. If there really is a bomb, it will be too late to regret it.
Just as arrangements were being made, a bald man hurried over: "Sir, I'm the chief purser. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Perfect timing." Dave observed for a moment and ordered, "Open door number 6 for me. I'll go in and talk to them first."
"I'll go with you." Seeing him preparing to enter the carriage, Ma Jie offered his opinion, saying that if he wanted to complete the mission, he should at least participate in the capture.
"What are you going to do?" Dave hesitated for a moment, then refused, "This is not in accordance with the case-handling procedures."
"Forget about procedures. Don't forget this guy's background. He used to be homeless, and so did I. Do you think I understand the psychology of this group better than you do?"
Dave was speechless after hearing this, and had no choice but to compromise: "Fine, stay behind me and protect yourself."
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The two entered the carriage one after the other. As soon as they entered, they could hear the child crying. Walking through the empty carriage corridor, they could see a tall white man with his back to them at the end of carriage number 5.
His upper body was relatively normal, but he had picked up a dirty leather jacket from somewhere and was wearing orange hospital pants. In a mental hospital, this was the highest level of security, indicating that the patient had serious violent tendencies and making it easy for medical staff to identify him at a glance.
The most terrifying thing was that he was holding something that looked like a remote control, and it was making a gurgling human laugh.
In the corner seat in front of him, a pregnant Black woman was huddled up, holding two shivering little girls in her arms. They looked like twins, and were no more than five or six years old.
"Mommy, I want to go home, Mommy, waaaaah!"
"Hehe, don't be afraid, little girl. Uncle will stay here with you. Shall we go to heaven together?"
Faced with the man's neurotic threats, the pregnant Black woman pleaded desperately, "Sir, please spare my child. I'm willing to stay as your hostage. Please let the two of them get off the bus first, okay? I beg you."
"Shut up!" the other person shouted. "Do you know where we are? This is Noah's Ark, sent by God to save us! Nobody's getting off! Nobody's getting off!"
While he was in a frenzy, Ma Jie carefully examined all the items within his field of vision, and found nothing resembling a bomb except under a few seats that were out of sight.
"Sir, how about we take a gamble if all else fails?" He made a shooting gesture with his hand: "At this close range, a headshot shouldn't be a problem. If you're worried about missing, I can take action. It's all about rescuing the hostages anyway."
"No way." Dave immediately rejected Ma Jie's simple and crude approach: "It's not as easy as you think. This is an enclosed space, and ricochets can easily occur. What if a hostage gets hit? There was a case where a police officer fired shots on the subway and accidentally injured three passengers. Now the police department has regulations that only stun guns can be used as a last resort."
"How far can a stun gun go?" Ma Jie rolled his eyes, finding the rule utterly absurd.
Those who have never used a stun gun may not know that its range is really short. After pulling the trigger, it first fires two darts with metal probes. The darts are connected to the gun body through thin insulated wires. The mainstream models currently in service can only shoot seven or eight meters at most.
If this guy really has a bomb, he'll detonate it before you even get close.
Besides, this guy is a severely mentally ill patient. Given the way the US server operates, he would have been electrocuted in the hospital long ago. They're all legendary electric shock resistant kings, even black guys would be ashamed of themselves.
"Police officer, police officer, please come and save me!"
As the two were discussing how to break the deadlock, the sharp-eyed Xiao Heini suddenly shouted. She turned around abruptly, wearing a clown mask that looked very plasticky, with a sinister smile that was also a bit comical.
"Raul Howard?" Before the other party could react, Sheriff Dave took the initiative to back down: "Calm down, buddy, I mean no harm."
"Cop, you damn cop, what are you doing here? You're not on God's invitation list, get out!"
He looked incredibly nervous, as if a switch had been flipped, and his hysterical roar terrified the mother and daughter hostages, causing them to huddle together in fear.
"Sir, take off your uniform. You'll provoke him if you do that."
Ma Jie reacted immediately. Last time he accompanied Jimmy to visit his mother, he watched a lot of popular science videos about mental disorders after they came back.
His condition clearly falls under specific phobias, where he experiences a stress response to certain objects or symbols. Similar subtypes include trypophobia, static phobia, and phobia of sharp objects.
At Majesty's suggestion, Dave immediately took off his police uniform and kicked it under the seat, which calmed Raul Howard down a little.
"Hey buddy, is this Noah's Ark?" Ma Jie asked cautiously, based on the information he had just gathered.
Dealing with mentally ill patients requires a different approach than conventional thinking. You have to follow their logic to find a breakthrough. "That's right!" Raul Howard replied decisively, "I'm the captain of this ship. What brings you here?"
"Hello Captain, I am a homeless person. May I board the ship?"
"Homeless? How can you prove that!"
"I came from the slums. I've been homeless for a long time. You can ask me any questions you want."
"Okay, then let me ask you, what's the name of the largest shelter in the poorest neighborhood?"
"Containment Facility 545," MaJack blurted out. This was where Valentina worked, and it was named directly after the address, making it quite easy to remember.
"Alright, you've passed the test, friend. I now grant you permission to board."
"May I come over?" Having gained the other party's trust, Ma Jie tentatively took a few steps forward.
"Don't come any closer!" This immediately triggered him again: "You have no right to come near me. Go to the lower deck, back off, back off!"
"OK, OK, don't get excited, buddy. I was just asking for your opinion."
To avoid provoking the other party, Ma Jieke had no choice but to retreat to carriage number 6. There was no way to determine whether the guy had actually planted a bomb or was just bluffing.
He looked at Sergeant Dave helplessly: "Sir, I still stand by my idea: solve the problem once and for all by striking from a distance. The pregnant woman is in very bad shape; she won't last much longer. Even if it's just a miscarriage, you'll still be blamed for it."
The reason for such concern about Sheriff Dave's future is that the interests of both sides are deeply intertwined. If he is dismissed, he will have to build new connections, and who knows how much money and effort that will cost.
"How do you strike from a distance?" Dave retorted irritably. "Are you suggesting we use bows and arrows like medieval rangers? That way we wouldn't have to worry about ricochets, but that's not how we're taught in the police force."
"What if I could do that?" Upon hearing this unintentional hint, Ma Jieke's eyes lit up.
I can shoot down such a small rabbit, so wouldn't a grown man be a complete free kill?
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