Jane takes care of the gangs and along with some corrupt cops

Jane figured the best thing was to help with the gang and **** problem, while it would be easy to just snap it all away she wanted some action. So she snapped her fingers and had a knowledge of gang members, **** dens, **** production buildings and **** trade sites. She also knew of **** trader members and junkies and also gave herself an ability, she could produce breast milk on command if a junkie drank it would purge their bodies of all the ill effects of narcotics and illegal ****. Also any gang member she encountered would have difficulty remembering her facial or bodily features once arrested by the police. With all that she went to her first target, Derek's house, Derek was the local supplier of this neighborhood in particular. It didn't take long for her to get to his house, it was a small house made mostly of wood and was in a severe state of disrepair. She smelled the faint scent of weed as she neared it and could see several individuals sitting on the front porch smoking. It was clear that the police didn't touch this... perhaps some corrupt cops. Which meant she would need to find... or create some honest cops.

But focus on that once she got that far. She walked up to the house and 3 men smoking stood up. "Ey' the fuck you want?" asked one. He was a larger man but nowhere near as big as Jane.

Jane looked down at him, "Where's Derek?" she asked.

She saw them approaching her from all sides, "What does a cracker tranny want with Derek huh?" asked another man.

Jane focused on him ignoring the fact she was outnumbered, "I wanted to ask him something." she said.

The first gang member gave a smug chuckle, "Oh yeah how about you tell me and I'll let him know?" he said.

Jane shook her head, "Nah I'd rather tell him myself." and she punched the man in front of her with such speed it looked like she didn't move. He flew backwards his face partially caved in with the imprint of her fist smashing his nose, upper lips, and part of his forehead.

The others didn't even realize what happened till the sound of breaking wood alerted them and they looked to see him collapsed into the stairs leading into the house. "What the fuck!?" one said, Jane reached out a hand grabbing him and swinging him into another man. She turned the last two and grabbing their heads she slammed them together they fell with an audible crack, on the ground blood began to leak from their heads.

Jane looked at her hands, "Gotta watch my strength." she said ignoring the people looking at her and recording her with their phones she checked the men, they mostly had pocket knives but one had a 9mm pistol. She took it and made sure it was loaded and cocked. She put it in her waist at the back and walked to the door stepping over the first guy and giving him a swift kick to knock him out. She opened the screen door and opened the main door. At the door she was met by 3 young men between 18-24, 2 white and 1 black, she didn't bother talking she punched the black man with a hook to the chin it was a perfect punch he fell down knocked out. Before the other two could say anything she hit one with a sweep and punch to the temple, and the other she grabbed and slammed him, back first, into the door his skull hitting the door and knocking him out. Now that no one could see her she snapped her fingers making it so that anybody she attacked would just be knocked out and would not die unless she thought of killing them with the next blow also anyone that was injured by her before the snap would just be knocked out and not killed.

With that done she began to go through the building, in her tear through the building she found more dealers, and dealt with them. She found a few addicts and tied them up to prevent them from interfering. She went through the house dealing with gang members and dealers. Till she got to last room, she could hear moaning from inside, and didn't even bother knocking she kicked the door open to see a black man fucking a black woman. He had cornrows, and a rather well built physique, and his skin was a dark brown color. He sat up and scuttled back while the woman gave a squeak of terror. "What the- who the fuck are you!?" he demanded.

Jane walked up to him, but she stopped when he reached for the dresser and grabbed a gun from it. He fired at her, but she dodged it easily reaching for her waist she grabbed the gun she got from the **** addict and fired once, a precise shot that hit his wrist he roared with pain and dropped the gun onto the bed clutching his bleeding hand. Jane walked up to him again while the woman grabbed her clothes and ran out terrified. "You where's Derek?" she asked.

The man looked at her, "D-Derek's out with the bosses," he said.

She stood over him and he saw her huge package finally. "Where is he?" she demanded.

He glared at her, "I'm not telling you tranny cracker nothing!" he snarled.

Jane looked at him then she reached for her pants, "You know I've never fucked a guy before, but my mom always said you're a virgin for everything in life once. I wonder how tight you are cause my dick is a bit of a gutbuster." she said.

His eyes were wide with fear and his pupils shrank once her pants fell revealing her gigantic cock and balls. "H-He's at Tahiti's Food." he said.

Jane smirked, "Smart choice now, you have cops on the payroll?" she asked, he nodded, "Give me their names." she said.

His eyes were even more fearful still, "I can't they'll lock me up for good!" he said his voice quivering with genuine fear.

Jane scowled, "I wonder how wide your butt hole will be spread once I'm done." she said and placed her huge hand on her gigantic cock.

He shook his head, and held up his one good hand, "Ok, ok! Officers Morgan, Harrow, and Roberts! Those three I know, I don't know who else!" he said.

Jane squatted grabbed her pants and pulled them up, "Ok, then here's what's gonna happen next, I'm gonna call the cops and tell them to come here and to investigate those three. You have two choices, one you can stay here tell them where all your **** are along with any dealers you know, you'll then get arrested and turn your life around if you're lucky you might have a shortened sentence for cooperation. Two you can run and know that the next time I catch you doing this shit your ass is mine. what's it gonna be?" She asked. But she didn't wait for an answer she turned and reached for her cell phone. She dialed 911 and within minutes the call went through.

The voice was female, "Hello 911 what's your emergency?" she asked in a calm voice.

Jane walked, as she did she went to where she had tied up the addicts. "Yes I'm calling from, -------, could you send a police squad over? Also I believe that Officers Morgan, Harrow and Roberts are corrupt cops and have dealing with the gang and **** dealers in the area." she said.

There was a pause, then a masculine and gruff voice spoke, "Who is this? How did you come about this information?" he asked gruffly.

Jane scowled, "Look Officer I don't know who you are and I frankly don't care if you believe me you got some corrupt cops on the payroll of gangsters and **** dealers what you do with that information is up to you. But you better send officers to the location I said to arrest them now." she said, and hung up the phone she stepped into the kitchen, and grabbed a jug, she then commanded her breasts to produce milk. She felt it happening her breasts filling and growing larger with milk. When she commanded it to stop her breasts had increased in several cup sizes. She pulled up her top and lowered herself and grabbed her nipples pointing them into the jug. She then squeezed her nipples and milk sprayed out. Within a few minutes her breasts had shrunken down and the jug filled. She then grabbed a few cups and covered her breasts she then went to where she had the tied up addicts. She was grateful that Rachel was not among them. "Here drink this." She said, pouring out a cup of her milk and holding it up to the addicts face. He was a thin white young man with his skin tightly drawn and his eyes somewhat sunken in.

He looked at her, "What is this?" he asked.

She pushed it forward, "It's something that will make you feel much better." she said. He looked at it, then shrugged, what did he have to lose? He opened his mouth and drank it. The milk was sweet and tasted like strawberries. When he swallowed it all he felt something his body felt hot, and he began to sweat but the sweat was a darkened color. He panted and huffed as he sweat more and more. After a minute he stopped sweating and he looked at Jane, "How do you feel?" she asked.

He looked at her then looked down at the pool of black sweat around him, "I feel... I feel like I can think clearly again. It's like... all the **** are gone." he said.

The other addicts looked at each other in surprise as Jane got up and went to them, "Come on drink up." she said. It took her 5 minutes to make them all drink and by the time she was done she heard the whooping cry of the police's sirens. "Time for me to go," she said and undid the bindings on the addicts, "I know things seem hopeless but this is your chance to turn things around, you don't need poison to feel good you need help and can help each other. Remember that." she said and she walked away heading to the door leading into the backyard and was outside as the cops got out of their cars to infiltrate the house. She stood in the backyard and with a snap of the fingers she was in the alleyway of the restaurant. She walked around to the front and saw that the blinds were pulled down preventing anyone from seeing inside. She walked to the door and grabbed it to pull it open but the door was locked. She realized she would need to go in another way.

She walked away heading for the rear of the restaurant, going into the alleyway just as a man opened the door to look around. But seeing nothing he went back inside re-locking the door. Jane came to a opening where a truck could pull up and unload into the restaurant. She jumped onto the loading dock and checked the door this time it opened. She went inside, the smell of food filled her nostrils, she walked along and saw several men cooking food with women waiting for it. As she walked in they turned to her, "What the- what're you doing here!?" demanded a cook.

Jane smiled, "I'm here to send some gangster to the slammer." she said.

One cook, a short but fat man walked up, "Ey', ey', ey'! No one's coming to my place and making it a shootout." he said, "It's bad enough those gangsters are here but I got a business to run eh?" he said.

Jane snapped her fingers, "I can assure you that not a single bullet is gonna shoot, and I can pay for any damages that occur by the end of this you'll need to get some new windows and chairs but that's about it." She pushed past him.

He tried to follow her, "Hey get back here they'll-" but she passed the swinging door causing it to hit him. He staggered back, "Fuck it's her funeral." he said. It was then he noticed the blushing waitresses, "What?" he asked.

One a young hispanic woman spoke, "She is... quite large." she said. He just scratched his head in confusion.

Jane walked in she saw 7 men young and old sitting at tables a few had women in their arms. They turned to look at Jane, "The fuck is this?" one asked. She looked at them all, she knew who they were, Derek, Marcus, Mike, Jordan, Reginald, Rufus, and Joseph. The one that had spoken was Reginald an older gang member at the age of 32.

Another sat up, this was Derek. "A tranny cracker? Big for a cracker." he said.

Jane smirked, "Hello boys, I'm here to knock you fuckers out so the cops can arrest." she said.

They all looked at each other then began to laugh raucously. After a minute they stopped and Mike drew a desert eagle pistol. "Fuck of cracker!" and he pulled the trigger. But all that was heard was a click, "The fuck?" he looked at his gun and then pulled out the magazine and found it was full. "The fuck!?" he aimed a her again but there was another click he then aimed his gun at the window and pulled the trigger, but nothing came out. "The hell man." he said disbeleivingly

Derek then pulled out his own gun pointed it at Jane and pulled the trigger only for it to click. This prompted the other's to pull out their guns to try and shoot her. As they did this Jane once again dialed 911. After a ring it was picked up, "911 what's your emergency?" asked the voice it was a different woman this time.

Jane smiled, "Hello I'm calling to inform you that Tahiti's Food is occupied by gangsters and **** dealers would you mind sending a **** there?" she asked.

There was a pause, "Um who is this?" asked the woman.

Jane leaned onto the table while the gangsters fumbled with checking their guns, "Who I am is not your concern what is your concern is that there are 7 gangsters here all of them **** with injuries ready to be picked up by you." she said.

Another pause, then a gruff voice spoke, "It's you again isn't it? Who are you!?" he demanded.

Jane stood up, "Officer did you get to that little **** den?" she asked.

She couldn't see him but she was sure he was red with embarrassment. "We did but how did you know that place was a **** den?" he asked.

Jane shrugged, "I have my ways now if I were I'd get your officers here in about 10 minutes to arrest these guys. Remember Tahiti's Food." she said. "Now if you'll excuse me I have other things to do." she said.

But the voice tried to get in one last word, "Hold up you can't-" but he was cut off as Jane hit the end call button. The gangsters stared at her in stunned silence.

Derek spoke, "You bitch did you call the cops?" he asked.

Jane cracked her knuckles, "You bet your ass I did now then let's get this over with," and she walked up to them. As she did they tossed their guns and pulled out knives, knuckle dusters, and one even a baseball bat. Had Jane gone into this with none of her encyclopedic martial arts knowledge she would have been stabbed, gotten badly bruised everywhere. However with her knowledge she could limit it down to a few small bruises. They charged her and she struck she pushed aside a stabbing strike following it with a chop to the back of the skull causing instant knockout. She grabbed the hand of the next stabber and turned his forearm down and struck with a rising palm causing the arm to bend and snap from the sudden **** causing him to roar with pain as she tossed him to the side. She grabbed the bat that swung at her head and pulled up he held on but was surprised by her lifting him up like he was a ragdoll and slamming him onto a table. One punched and the other tried to stab her from the side. She grabbed the hand holding the knife and stabbed it into the other man's hand and grabbed the other man's head and threw him into the other. They fell into a tangled mess as the last man got into a boxing stance. He punched at the air in front of for intimidation.

She just smiled and assumed the hitman stance his eyes widened with fear only for her arm to shoot out and hit him square in the face. He staggered back but stood still though his nose was broken and bleeding. Before he could take another step forward he was hit with another 4 hits, both shoulders, his chest and face again. He staggered back again but stood his ground. He looked at her face bruised and puffing up with swelling, "Fuck you bitch I'm not going down like-" but was stopped as Jane took a long step forward and then chopped at his throat. His hands flew to his throat clutching his adam's apple only to fall as Jane hit him with a ear clap. He collapsed onto the ground, she turned to the other gangsters, the less seriously injured ones were standing.

Jane held up her hand motioning for them to approach they looked at each other then turned to run. Jane took 3 strides and kicked at one's leg the horrible crunch sounded as her foot smashed into his knee and his leg twisted. The other found his face slammed into a table, only to get lifted up and thrown at another the last got to the door when Jane picked up a salt seller and threw it at the back of his head smashing into his skull and knocking him out. With that 7 gang leaders and **** leaders were done. However her knowledge told her that there was still the top dog of the group. Boston Moro, and his second-in-command Willard.

However she had some **** labs to go to and dismantle, she went to the kitchen and reached into her pocket pulling out her wallet and pen. She opened her wallet wrote on a check and handed it to the owner who was staring at her dumbfounded. "Here fix the place up and get some better quality stuff and clean up the kitchen it's a mess." she said, she left while the women watched her go all of them thinking the same thing, 'I wanna get fucked by her.' once she was out of sight she snapped her fingers to teleport to the first **** lab.