Chapter 175: Women Fighting
"Tank, report in. There were definitely suspicious men following those two girls selling cupcakes yesterday. I've handed them over to the police, but they were a bit heavy-handed and they haven't woken up yet."
"Ghost, report in. Someone from the Marconi family, whom I was responsible for monitoring, also wanted to grab that young lady, but I've already dealt with them. They've been given a concrete overcoat and sent for a swim."
"Ghost! How could you take someone's life like that?!"
"I'm kidding," Ghost sneered. "Concrete overcoats are too much work, and you have to wait for it to set. I don't have time for that. Actually, I dissolved his body with hydrofluoric acid.
Thanks to your brother-in-law, Tank. This is the method he taught me. I strongly suggest we recruit him into our organization after his rehab is completed."
"I'll consider it." This was a mobile video conference. Ron, descending the stairs, pondered for a moment before answering, "But next time, be more careful. Dead men tell no tales. Although the mastermind is obvious, I'd still like to extract any valuable intel from them."
Having a Nobel Prize-winning chemist on the team was a good idea. This way, they might not have to go to Kozlov to buy explosives anymore, and maybe even get some payback. Someone in Colombia had just requested assistance from the great mentor "V" through Toretto. It seemed like it would be a good idea to have Walter White put his remaining energy to work compiling some field manuals for the freedom fighters.
"Ahem," Tommy coughed twice, making his presence known. "I've got a strange guy here too, and he's still breathing. If the boss wants to ask anything, I can have my cellmate interrogate him for you."
Ron was shocked. Wasn't Tommy a frail old man? How could he even handle the assassins sent by Shaw? But Ron quickly caught the key point in Tommy's words.
His cellmate?
"Your cellmate? Which one? He even knows interrogation techniques?" Ron asked in surprise. He'd met a few of Tommy's newly released prison buddies at Christmas, and they seemed just as skilled as he'd described. He just didn't know which one was the one who took out the hitman.
"I'm talking about Hannibal Lecter, the one who worked in the prison kitchen. He even asked if you needed a chef, but you turned him down."
"I have some recollection..." Ron recalled the old man, who was clearly aging, yet still had a perfect set of pearly white teeth. He'd even considered asking him for his dental care routine.
"How's he going to interrogate him? Interrogation is a specialized skill. Although I've always disliked the Company, I have to admit they're real experts in this area. They have access to all kinds of psychoactive drugs..."
"No need for that," the eerie old man's voice came from Tommy's side. "Just strap the man tightly to a chair, use a mouth spreader to open his jaw, cut off pieces of his flesh and force-feed them to him. He'll spill everything."
"Please, don't do this to me! I swear I'll tell you anything you want to know!" The captured assassin screamed at the top of his lungs.
"How can I trust you're telling the truth if I don't test my methods?"
...
Jesus Christ~ This guy is ruthless. Hannibal's sinister tone made Ron really believe he would do something like this, maybe even resort to cannibalism.
There was something seriously wrong with this person, but now wasn't the time to psychoanalyze such a minor player: "Okay, Tommy, keep an eye on your cellmate and don't let him go overboard. Anyway, I want to know the entire supply chain behind him, understand?"
"Who dares to mess with my people on my turf? I want to see who's got the balls. I'm going to audit his books for the next ten years!" Ron said menacingly.
As he spoke, Ron had unknowingly walked to the laundry room on the first floor. Hearing some commotion in the laundry room, Ron simply ended the online meeting with a "Stand by" and went around to investigate.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Penny's voice in the laundry room, but it was obviously not directed at Ron. From this angle, he couldn't be seen in the room at all:
"I'm trying to say that Leonard, Howard, and Rajesh aren't like your typical guys. They're special... how should I put it? Guys like them are easily manipulated by women. Please don't take advantage of them."
"Who says I'm taking advantage of them? I ask them for help, they're happy to help, and I'm grateful. What's wrong with that? What's the difference between that and what you did?"
Ron took two steps down and saw a woman, a head taller than Penny, confronting her. Honestly, while Penny's looks and figure were decent for the average person, compared to the supermodel-like figure in front of him, she looked a bit outclassed.
"What did you say?" Penny's jaw dropped, as if she hadn't heard correctly.
The model-like figure approached, looking down at her. "I heard they used to orbit around you too, as if you hadn't done the exact same thing, bitch!"
"Screw you!" Penny reached out to shove her away, but because she was too short, she couldn't reach the model-like figure, and before she could connect, the other woman grabbed her hair. "Go to hell!"
Ron facepalmed in embarrassment. It seemed like all his training yesterday was for nothing!
But Penny was his roommate, after all, and she was quite caring towards Sheldon. Ron couldn't help but call out, "Chin Check!"
Penny was flailing helplessly when Ron's words suddenly registered. Recalling the technique he'd taught her, she instantly brought her hands together from above to center.
Her forearm struck the model's wrist, causing her pain. She had no choice but to release Penny's hair, but she wasn't finished yet.
Penny stepped forward, using her back as leverage, and thrust upward, aiming for the model's chin. She stumbled, taking several steps back before finally catching her balance against the washing machine.
"I'm going to kill you, bitch!" the model raged, lunging forward again.
"Gut Check!" Ron called out again, like he was enjoying playing a fighting game and dominating a noob opponent.
Penny smartly ducked, dodging the model's face-clawing attack. She stepped forward and delivered a solid punch to her solar plexus.
"Ugh!" the model doubled over, but nothing came up.
"Oh my God! Chick fight!" Howard, who happened to be entering the apartment building and witnessed this scene, excitedly grabbed Leonard.
"Why are you grabbing me when they're fighting?!" Leonard asked in confusion.
"I knew you, being the white knight you are, would be dumb enough to break it up!"
"No need, it's almost over," Ron continued to coach his fighter named "Penny" like a seasoned UFC cornerman: "Penny, finish her!"
Penny hesitated, and the model finally seized the opportunity to tackle her.
(End of Chapter)
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