VISHON HAD has connected Li Chi in Mexico through the communication laptop—and the Chinese was furious...

"Jensen had escaped? He was supposed to die tonight!" Vishon compensated. "Yes General Li Chi, he has now run off to LA—but I manage to take two of his team members as hostages."

The remnant counterparts of the Reeve's team—Troy and True Bob were both cataleptics in tether, tied on the posts outside the cabin's porch.

"Where is Zinga?"

"He along with di rest are possessed by dis white-man's voodoo—see dis for yourself, Mon." Vishon turned the webcam of the laptop, and Li Chi saw the Jamaican leader and the rest were all docile and in weird states...

Busta was talking to the moonshine jar in his hand while Kujo was skittish, crying to everyone near him, saying out that his penis was missing. Zinga was staring blankly at the black lake from the cabin window—seeing the naked woman—The Lady of the Lake was dancing on the water surface while the giant submerged chest-deep in the water, smiling pleased at the dancer.

Reeves' severed head that was placed at the lakeshore—and it was singing an off-tuned verse of 'No Woman, No Cry.'

Li Chi suspected that they were under the stimulus of some kind of mind-altering substances abuse—and he kept on debunking Vishon's voodoo superstitious explanations. The Chinese then asked of Reeves Jensen's whereabouts after the Jamaican's interrogation; Vishon replied...

"Yes, after I beat di shit out on one of his people; he confessed dis Jensen has gone to rescue a woman in a hospital in LA."

"Fuck! If the authorities find that we are responsible for any attacks at that hospital, they will definitely beef up tighter security and will also increase the roadblocks in California—and that will make it difficult to our access if ever Cory holds her future fundraiser over there."

Li Chi rationalized by foreseeing his other cell-group led by Wu Leong who was to implement their forthcoming strike.

"Soldier, you take the lead now—you must go and stop Jensen at all cost in LA—leave now!"

The Chinese reinstated orders to the susceptible low ranked foot-soldier Vishon to head the deserters' assassination mission.

**

Wu Leong was eating at a noodle shop with a few of his triad Intersexual members at the streets of Chinatown in San Francisco. His cell phone buzzed and he got a video-feed with Li Chi speaking in Chinese...

"Jensen has deserted from the operation—I have reactivated your cell-group—be prepared!

"You will now proceed in taking the Snake-woman out in LA!"

**

At the backseat of the SUV were the three wide-eyed stoned surviving Jamaicans. The now acting new-leader, Vishon yanked Troy forward, whose tied up wrists were bounded to his back; Vishon sat him in the passenger seat before slamming the car's door shut. Vishon got into the driver's seat and pointed a gun at the weakened Troy Norton who was still shedding blood after from the laceration tortures made on his chest...

"You are going to guide me to dis hospital, Mon—if you trick me, first, I shoot di John Wayne in di head; and then shoot you at every joint in your body until you scream to beg for your own quick death, do you fucking understand?"

The SUV drove away from the misty lakes—the other hostage, the bleeding True Bob was tied up at the back in the baggage compartment of the vehicle was out cold.

Their Range Rover SUV was now forty-five minutes behind the Mustang.