CHAPTER 129: 64 STANDING CREATURES WON’T LIVE, SO KNEEL!

"What the hell did you do?" Mia walked up to me, her right hand grabbing my collar.

America’s sweetheart had no sweet flavor at the moment, instead was full of anger and unease.

Mia was wearing brown army training pants, and a military green vest on top, I could see her chest heaving with anger.

"I’ve left school, I am now a member of the Upper East Side of Miami Johnny Clan, and I’m a gangster!"

"FCUK!" Mia grabbed my collar with both hands, staring angrily at me, her breasts pressed against my body, "Look at me!"

Mia’s expression carried sorrow, "So, your enemies found Helen?"

"Yes!"

"Asshole!"

Mia raised her fist, intending to punch my cheek.

The fist was caught mid-air by a hand.

Mia struggled hard, turning her head to look at Kelly, who was equally angry, the beautiful woman with her brown-black hair possessed strength Mia couldn’t match.

"Who are you?"

"I’m Kelly, the BOSS’s employee."

"Haha, Kenny, you even have subordinates." Mia laughed angrily, she let go of me, squatting down, her left hand pressing Kelly’s wrist, bending over to pressure Kelly’s right hand, using her body strength to make Kelly lose balance.

The moment Kelly’s body was pulled downward, Mia turned, her right arm extended, elbowing towards Kelly’s neck!

This was a lethal move. The human throat has no resistance to strikes, it can easily lead to suffocation or death.

Israeli Martial Arts, Maga Skill.

Kelly wasn’t a soldier, but her body was far more powerful than Mia imagined, and as her body lost balance, Kelly’s right hand supported the ground, her body jumped up, her right knee crashing into Mia’s lower back.

Bam!

Mia felt a tremendous force, her elbow missed, the impact made her lunge forward. Tumbling on the ground, her childhood playmate stepped back two paces, staring intently at the woman in front of her.

Impossible, this brown-haired bitch actually adjusted her body quickly while losing balance and launched a counterattack.

This was one formidable person.

Muscle memory made Kelly and Ella’s ability to cope with crises multiply, combined with a constitution over 80, it was hard for any woman to compete with Kelly, no, it should be said Kelly stood at the pinnacle of female existence.

"Maga Skill?" Kelly flashed her white teeth, "I’m also proficient in Maga Skill!" The angry Venezuelan girl clenched her knuckles, making a cracking sound.

"Bitch!" Mia assumed a defensive stance, the woman in front of her was the fiercest she’d ever seen.

"You shouldn’t hit my boss, he’s my belief! How would you like to choose your death?" Kelly’s arms went down, her whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

Mia was filled with weaknesses in her eyes, dynamic vision allowed Kelly to predict Mia’s attack style, strength, speed, skill, Kelly comprehensively surpassed the female soldier.

"Really? I want to see if your body is as tough as your mouth!"

"Fack, STOP!" I stood between the two women.

Kelly and Mia simultaneously stared at me.

"I don’t have time to waste on your squabble, Ella!"

"Yes, BOSS!" Ella took out our usual firearms from the suitcase, my Glock 18, Ella’s MK23, Kelly’s Glock 17!

Seeing us skillfully load the magazines, Mia looked as if she was meeting me for the first time.

"Kenny? How long were you planning to hide this? Are you familiar with firearms now?"

I turned my head to glance at her, tucking the pistol into my back waist. "After I save Helen, we’ll talk!"

"OK!" Mia took out her own Glock 19X from behind her back, "Give me a magazine."

Ella took out a common nine-millimeter 17-round magazine for Glocks from her backpack and tossed it to Mia.

The Glock 19X is a hybrid of the Glock 17 and 19, currently the most used tactical pistol by the United States Army, including the Secret Service, with its desert camouflage design very appealing.

"What do you plan to do?"

"I’m going too!" Mia stowed her gun, looking at me coldly.

We drove towards the outskirts, heading to the car second-hand market.

On the way, Mia sitting in the front passenger seat didn’t speak, she frowned, looking out the window at the scenery, "Who are you trying to find?"

"Farrell, he knows where the recently arrived Colombians are."

I gripped the steering wheel, palms sweating, not from nervousness, but from worry, "Helen must be very scared and helpless now."

"Damn bastard, then it should be stopped from happening." Mia said discontentedly.

"I will."

"Have you thought about how to do it? You know it’s their turf, do you plan to raise hell?"

"They won’t report it because if the police get involved, they’ll expose their own business, smuggling finished oil products, smuggling cars, stealing cars, even smuggling people, Farrell will face multiple serious charges, he wouldn’t dare to report! Even the IRS would look into him, years of business would vanish, Farrell won’t take the risk."

"SO?" Mia looked at me curiously.

"I’ll make him confess to things like peeking at mom in the shower as a kid."

"FUCK! You plan to use torture? I suggest waterboarding, because it leaves no traces."

I showed my white teeth, "No, that’s inefficient, because I don’t care about traces!"

"Kenny, you’re becoming a stranger."

Mia propped her chin, looking out the window again.

"I haven’t changed, it’s life that’s changed!"

Mia sighed; she understood what I meant.

The Dodge arrived at the second-hand car market in the outskirts, there weren’t many people here, the iron gate was open, you could see a large dirt field in the back with lots of second-hand cars parked.