Hastings Street, Vancouver.
I was wearing the suit Captain Wick had given me, a cotton coat of a dark colour. The size is a little too big, but I put my hands in the pockets, it is not too conspicuous, and the backpack is very casual behind me.
In appearance, I am indistinguishable from most people on the street. I saw two policemen along the way, but I just walked over in such a swaying way, their eyes just swept around me, and they didn't even stay on me for a second.
I know that I am not far from success.
The van only sent me to the intersection of a fishing company in Vancouver. I asked the driver for the direction of Hastings Street, and then I walked for nearly an hour and a half before finally arriving.
I didn't take a taxi because I don't know English and I was afraid of being exposed. In North America, whether it is the United States or Canada, the legal awareness of citizens is much stronger than that in our country. Once people have any doubts, they will call the police as soon as possible!
And I, after walking for nearly two hours, looked at the sign on Hastings Street, and finally smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
It's ridiculous to say that I don't even know the word "Hastings", and I figured it out purely by half-guessing.
B1, 107 Hastings Street, Vancouver.
This is the address the fat man gave me before I left!
In fact, on the way here just now, I made a call from the phone booth on the side of the road, and that was also the number that the fat man left for me. Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. I can only find it all by myself. Looks like I'm in luck.
Checked the address, yes.
In front of him was a car wash shop, a low-rise two-story building. The buildings on the whole street were of the same style, and the road was not wide. There are very few vehicles and pedestrians on the street.
I doubt very much, how can the business of a car wash shop be good in such an area
The door of the car wash was wide open. I stood at the door and called out, but no one answered me. There wasn't even a shop assistant in it.
There were two cars in the garage, and an electric car washing machine was running, making roaring noises.
I tightened my backpack slightly, then walked in, and shouted again: "Is anyone there?"
No one answered me except for the sound of the car wash equipment.
I saw a few water spray guns in the corner, all of which were equipment and tools for car washing. However, none of the clerks were working, which made me somewhat puzzled.
Going inside, there is a staircase leading upstairs. I stood downstairs and yelled, then hesitated for a moment, and walked upstairs.
As soon as I reached the turning of the stairs, suddenly there was a strong sound of music from above.
It seemed that someone suddenly turned on the stereo, and the strong and explosive music came, which startled me.
Upstairs was a long corridor with several rooms, the doors of which were all open, but no one was there. As soon as I went up the stairs, I poked my head out halfway, when I heard a "boom" in my ear!
After so many experiences in the past few days, I immediately recognized that it was a gunshot!
I quickly shrank my head and fell down, and then I heard the sound of wood cracking in my ears, and the railing on the side of the stairs was smashed by a shot, and sawdust flew, and some splashed on my face and neck.
I fell to the ground and couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck!"
Next, just like the gunfight movies I’ve seen, there were ping-pong-pong gunshots in my ears. I lay on the ground and saw several people rushing out of the rooms on both sides at the same time. With the cover of the corridor rooms on both sides, Several people in different clothes raised their pistols and moved towards the end of the corridor at the same time... that is, there was a burst of violent shooting on the left side of me.
I was lying on the ground, and I heard bullets whistling beside my ears, gunshots like rain, ping-ping-pong-pong for a while, as dense as fried beans! The sound of glass shattering, the sound of wood breaking, one after another!
Finally, after a burst of violent shooting, calm was restored for a short while, and the whole second floor still reverberated with that strong and explosive music!
I was stunned, completely dumbfounded!
I came according to the address provided by the fat man, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing when I came up!
It was as if I suddenly broke into a battlefield, people on the left and right were shooting at each other, and the ridiculous thing was that my position happened to be in the middle of the people on both sides!
From where I was lying on my stomach, I could just see the people on the right hiding behind the door of the room. There were three or four people in total, while on my left, there seemed to be only one person... I could see it from the bombardment.
The two sides were quiet for a while, and I heard those people yelling and cursing a few words, they didn't speak English! Not Chinese either!
However, from the figures of these people and their skin color, coupled with my previous encounters at sea, I immediately judged that they spoke Vietnamese!
On the other side, an old voice immediately yelled, "I'll fuck all of you mothers! The Vietnamese are going to die. They want my life. Come and take it!"
The voice is very thick, full of mid-term, and speaks Chinese.
I immediately judged that this guy was probably the one Fatty asked me to find!
Actually, I don't need to judge.
I met two groups of people fighting, and I was caught in the middle, one was Vietnamese, the other was Chinese, and the fool knew who I should help!
After yelling and cursing for a while, suddenly I heard a Vietnamese yelling a few times, and then tried to lean out a little bit, which immediately attracted Chinese shooting, and the two sides fired again and again. But the gunshots from the Chinese side gradually faded away.
I'm afraid he's running out of bullets!
A thought flashed through my mind.
Sure enough, the Vietnamese seemed to be aware of this, and one of the bold ones leaned out and rushed over. In the opposite room, the Chinese yelled: "Vietnamese devil!"
I have been lying on the ground. When I came upstairs, the Vietnamese must have seen me, but after they shot a while, I didn’t get up. They probably thought I was dead. The Vietnamese tentatively moved towards the inner room Approaching, when I passed by me, I suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed him, and the two of them rolled together. I didn't have a weapon in my hand, so I could only grab a broken piece I picked up on the ground just now. Wood, put the pointed end at the root of the thigh of the Vietnamese and insert it!
He let out a scream, and the arms that had been wrestling with me immediately went limp, and I saw the two Vietnamese behind me raised their guns towards me, and quickly hugged him and rolled in, the two of them We rushed into a room together, and I heard the bang bang bang bang in the back of my head...
I rolled out and was immediately shot with several craters on the spot.
In fact, I was very lucky. This building seems to be a wooden building. Bullets shot into the wood will not bounce back. Otherwise, just ricochets can kill me!
The Vietnamese screamed while hugging the base of his thigh. Blood flowed all over the floor. I wasn’t sure where the pointed piece of wood had stuck into him. Maybe it was his lifeblood, or maybe it was just his thigh. I let go of him. , but picked up his gun and dodged to hide behind the corner.
The Vietnamese rolled on the ground. From my angle, I was facing him. Another Vietnamese wanted to save his companion on the ground. I immediately fired two shots and forced him back.
My two guns were very crooked... I can't help it, I haven't fired a gun very much, how can I use a gun when I'm messing around in China! But this was enough to scare them away from coming up. The Vietnamese on the ground were bleeding more and more. I hesitated, but I still didn't shoot him. At this time, the Chinese on the other end shouted: "Which brother is here? Fuck these Vietnamese devils to death! Do you have a tumor?"
I took a breath, I didn't understand what he said, and I didn't understand anything like "tumor". Just as I was about to speak, I heard a few gunshots outside.
The current situation is that I am still sandwiched between the two parties. On both sides of the corridor, they each occupy a room, and I am in the middle room. I really want to go out and fight with that Chinese, but unfortunately I can't go out, as soon as I go out, I will be beaten into briquettes.
After taking a breath, I said loudly, "What tumor? I'm not..."
Bang bang bang bang, several gunshots drowned out my voice.
The Chinese inside scolded: "Damn, don't you understand what I say? Damn it, there must be an AB boy!"
It's getting more and more chaotic. I can't understand what this guy said. I took advantage of the gunshots outside to look at the furnishings in this room.
The room is very empty, it can be seen that it is an office, there is only a desk, a cabinet, and nothing else.
But I glanced at the window at Wanmian, my heart moved, I ran over quickly, and pushed it away.
I took a breath, dodged to the door and fired a few random shots outside, deterring the opponent, then quickly jumped to the edge of the window, stretched my legs and stepped out.
The street is just below the outside, but fortunately there are sills under the windows. I grabbed the protruding part of the wall, and then quickly moved to the other side.
I judged that moving a few meters back from my window is the room where the Chinese is!
The height from the ground here is not too high, only about three meters.
As I climbed quickly, I wondered why the Chinese didn't escape? If he was willing to jump out of the window, he would be no more than three meters away from the ground, so he could easily jump down and escape.
Finally, I got to the window, smashed the glass with my fist, and shouted at the same time: "My own people, don't shoot!"
I smashed through the window and went in, and rolled on the ground. Before I got up, I felt a cold on my neck!
I felt the cold edge of the blade against my neck, and I held the handle of the blade with one hand. The hand was very steady, and then a voice said coldly: "What are you? Who are you?"
It was the Chinese voice.
I took a breath, and then took the initiative to pass the gun in my hand backwards.
Immediately he let go of the knife, took my gun, and fired a few bang bangs outside.
I turned over, got up, and finally saw this person clearly.
He is about fifty years old, very thin, facing me sideways, with long hair and a protruding face, a standard Chinese face...
I finally know why he didn't jump out of the window to escape!
He is sitting! Under the buttocks is a wheelchair! !
The man fired two shots outside, then turned around and pointed the gun at me: "Who are you? I haven't seen you!"
I looked at the muzzle of the gun, took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and then said slowly: "Mountain of knives and sea of fire!"