Chapter 377.
<strong>Chapter 377. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (3/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">After that was set up, I pulled out my gun, moved to the second dumpster, and posted up with my shoulder against it down on one knee as I peeked around the edge in the direction of the exit away from Malory.
<span style="font-weight:400">A minuteter I heard movement from above.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I looked up, I discovered Rosa grappling down from the roof of the building I was beside. Shended on the dumpster I was behind and asked, “Where’s the taser?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pulled it out and handed it over to her without saying a word.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I only saw two targets outside, both smoking a joint. They blocked the exit with a semi-truck. Most of her people are out looking for Jass now. Using Jass’s escape as a distraction to draw most of them away from here worked well. Jass is safe and hidden not too far away with your motorcycle and is on standby right now in case we need him. They’re confident they already have you captured.” Rosa whispered quietly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before Malory regained consciousness, Rosa climbed back up to the roof and got into position to deal with the two Swastika members.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few more minutes passed by, there was a muffled sound from behind me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked over and discovered Malory with a venomous look in her eyes and her phone in her left hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rather than get mad andsh out at her asking her what she did, I grinned. I stood up and walked over to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hand me your phone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When she didn’t get the reaction she expected I noticed a discernible confusion well up within her eyes. She reacted quickly and locked her phone when she understood that was what I was after.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheheh. Did you call for backup from the two goons you have out there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She showed a contemptuous look as if insulted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry to inform you, but there really are only two out there right now. If there were more, they’ve already left to look for Jass who escaped. They think they’ve already got me trapped so they only left two of them here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes opened wide with surprise. How did I know about Jass’s situation was likely what was on her mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just for the record, I knew everything from the beginning. I had a trojan installed on Jass’s phone that gave me full ess to his microphone whenever he met up with you over thest week. Not just him, but a few other careless members of Swastika who were looking for leads on Yuna online. I’m the one who set up those pages and posts with fake leads anticipating Swastika would search online for traces of her. Those searching for things rted to her would obviously be from or rted to Swastika.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, but one more thing, Jass lied to you as well. When he said we didn’t know about him approaching you, we told him to say that. It was him doing it on his own though, that part was true. He genuinely wanted to help you because he thought of you as a friend after getting to know you. He’s a naive idiot. I’m sure you think the same.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After I finished exining things to her I squatted down in front of her and removed the duct tape from around her head blocking her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if there’s only two of them still here, they should be more than enough to take care of you.” That was the first thing she spat out as she red at me furiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I doubt I’d be able to do much to them. Especially if they have guns.” I responded calmly as I snatched her phone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heh, are you thinking of texting them with my phone to get them to leave? There’s no way I’ll ever give you the passcode for my phone. Go die. If you’re going to kill me, I’ll be sure to drag you down with me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to worry about my poor little life, I’ll be just fine. Also, you already gave me your passcode.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? No I didn’t.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you did.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it then? You think I’m going to fall for your bluff?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stood up and picked up my phone from on top of the dumpster.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?” She couldn’t see as she couldn’t luck up.
<span style="font-weight:400">I skimmed through the video to the part where she unlocked her phone and verified what her passcode was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck where are those useless bastards!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The app she texted them from was still open. It also required a password to gain ess to.
<span style="font-weight:400">I absentmindedly responded to her, “Don’t you think it’s weird that they haven’t alreadye to help you? Maybe they actually just hate being bossed around by you and they’re hoping something really bad happens to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck off and go die.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did I hit a sore spot?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I skimmed a bit further through the video and found it. It took three attempts to get it correct because of how small the keyboard was in the videopared to the numbers on the lock screen.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Men are all useless. They never listen and think they’re always right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe if you scream out for one of those useless men’s help they’lle to your rescue.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Scream for a man’s help? Never.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But you’re willing to text them asking for help?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t ask for help. I ordered them toe in here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s see, haha. Seriously? You really did, didn’t you? ‘Get your asses in here and kill this piece of shit now, you morons!’”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What! How!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s my little secret. Maybe I’m just some sort of super elite hacker man.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe, even if you got into my phone it looks like you’re toote and they’re finallying for you. Hurry up you morons! Come and kill him!”
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother to look. There was only one set of footsteps.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not long after, Malory''s expression transformed into one of disbelief and confusion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, we should get going. I’ve already notified Irene, she should be here soon in the rental we asked her to get yesterday.” Rosa ignored Malory on the ground and whispered in my ear.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about the tes?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She put the new fake ones on already.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do we do about those two? After I incapacitated them, I tied them up as we nned.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You used her taser, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I grappled down onto the top of the truck and tazed them on the back of their necks from behind. They were keeping a lookout on opposite ends of the semi-truck which made things pretty easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, wipe down the taser and ensure our fingerprints aren’t left behind on it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I bent down, rolled Malory onto her back, and picked her up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell do you think you’re doing to me! Don’t touch me! Let me down, bastard!” She squirmed iling about and tried to hit me with her free left arm but since it was directly against my body she couldn’t generate much force.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like me to kill you right now? If so, keep it up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck off! If you were going to kill me you would have already done it after you got into my phone. The fact that you haven’t means you still need me alive.” She spat on my face defiantly. She definitely was by no means an easy woman to handle.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you please not spit on me? I don’t have that sort of fetish.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do we really need this bitch? Isn’t it fine if we just kill her here?” Rosa asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For the time being, she still has her uses.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa turned around and headed to the exit. I followed right behind her. In the passage back to the main road there were two men with their arms bound in ropes behind their back. Their legs were also tied up and the rope behind their backs was tied to the rope binding their feet together. Their bodies were also tied together and they had duct tape over their mouths. They couldn’t budge an inch even if they wanted to. They were also out cold right now.
<span style="font-weight:400">While standing upright, I dropped the struggling Malory onto the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ouch! Put me down gently, you asshole!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you were more cooperative, maybe I would.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“These useless pieces of trash. They couldn’t even deal with a single girl.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, did they have any knives?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, they also had pistols on them, why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Give one of their knives to her. We won’t be taking their guns. Leave their guns in the semi-truck.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are we giving her a weapon for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took out my suppressed pistol, took aim at Malory’s head, and exined, “Do you want to take out some of that pent-up anger you have on these guys who let you get into this situation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I would love to actually.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, then… if you kill them, I can consider letting you live.”