East Hasting Avenue, Vancouver Chinatown Chinatown.
In Shunchangzhai, a Cantonese-style tea house in Guangdong, I sat by the window and looked at the street with ease. It should be said that Vancouver's Chinatown is still relatively noisy and prosperous, but the typical Nanyang-style buildings always seem so rustic to me. Most of the Chinese here are southern accents. Of course, the most are Hokkien and Cantonese. In the teahouse, there are Cantonese operas that I don’t understand at all.
I'm just looking across the street with my teacup...
In my pocket is the photo that Ba Ye gave me. The picture shows a middle-aged man, about forty years old. In the photo, he looked kindly, but unfortunately there was a scar on the top of his head, which completely ruined this person's temperament. Like many gangsters, he wears a finger-thick gold chain around his neck—obviously, this photo was taken secretly, because he was sitting in a car with a cigar in his hand, with a somewhat haughty look on his face look.
This person's name is "Sand Snake", and he is a leading figure of the "Roche Clan Association", a well-known organization in Vancouver's Chinatown area.
Clan association is a very distinctive term in Chinatown in Vancouver—basically, here, the so-called clan association is a kind of organization with a black color, just like the Taoist society in China, with many historical factors A product formed below.
There are many clan associations in Chinatown, basically all of them are Chinese associations, but this Luo clan clan association is obviously a very important one here.
I know that the target Ba Ye gave me, that is, this person named Sand Snake, is not the main target he plans to attack the local Chinatown gang this time—he will not entrust me with a very important matter Such a newcomer.
But for me, this matter is not to be missed!
Ba Ye was very well prepared. He gave me all the information about Sand Snake. I studied it for a day and found that he has a very fixed habit. Of course, this is also a common problem of men all over the world-lust. Sand Snake is not the No. 1 member of the Luo Family Association, he can only be ranked third or fourth at most, because the biggest source of income for Chinatown gangsters: the drug trade, is not in charge of Sand Snake. He is responsible for some basic things in the streets in the nearby Chinatown, such as the sex industry, and protection fees for some teahouses and other places.
This is also something that makes me very emotional.
In this place abroad, there are Chinese gangsters in Chinatown... But what is disdainful is that these local traditional gangsters only bully Chinese and are very weak to foreigners. Extend outward.
In other words, these gangs are also immigrants from China, but these gangs survive on the basis of other ordinary Chinese immigrants.
Sand Snake's lust gave me a very important piece of information. He has a very fond lover in this street.
From the seat I'm sitting on now, there is a barber shop across a very narrow street. This is a place with nondescript decoration. The flashing neon lights and large advertising posters on the outside are very fashionable, but the inside is a bit rustic. Some girls who wash their hair are wearing a set of pink T-shirts. , the lower body is a pair of denim shorts... a pair of bare legs deliberately exposed, a bit ambiguous... especially the hem of the T-shirt is too long, it will even cover the shorts, which will make people look a little erotic.
This place, is a well-known porn spot in nearby Chinatown. Its operator is one of Sand Snake's many mistresses. But now, the Sand Snake would come here almost every two or three days.
Of course, part of the proceeds from this venue also belonged to the Luo Family Clan Association.
I have been sitting in the tea house opposite for the whole afternoon. This street is not bustling, and there are not many pedestrians coming and going. On the narrow street, I didn't even see a few cars coming in even after sitting all afternoon.
The waiter in the teahouse is a very young Chinese boy. You may even doubt whether he is an adult when he is young. Since the last hour, he has looked at me suspiciously from time to time.
I know that I've attracted attention by sitting too long.
I'm wearing a very ordinary coat on the street, light-colored, and the style is very ordinary. My hair is trimmed very short, and I wear a pair of very wide toad glasses, dark in color, covering almost a third of my face, plus the two fake beards I deliberately stuck on my lips, I am sure, No one will know what I really look like unless he comes up close and looks at me.
The pot of Tieguanyin in front of me is already very watery because of adding water many times. I remained patient and looked across the street.
From time to time, some suspicious-looking men came and went in and out of that shampoo center, presumably they all came here to have fun. I smoked cigarette after cigarette, and I was like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey in the smoke...
Finally, at six o'clock in the evening, the goal I was waiting for came!
A black Ford car slowly drove into this street and stopped at the door of the hair washing center. A man who looked like a driver jumped out of the car first, and then opened the rear door, and then I saw Sand Snake walking away from it. come out.
He is fatter and stronger in real life than he looks in the photos. However, that face looked faintly carrying a kind of sturdy temperament unique to a gangster, especially the scar on his forehead, which was faintly shining with oil. The hair is also very short, with only a layer of green ballast. He was wearing a Tang suit, touched his forehead casually, and then strode into the shampoo center.
I squinted my eyes and watched the driver standing at the door smoking. After waiting for about five minutes, I stood up slowly, and carefully put out the cigarette.
I slowly opened the door and walked onto the street, lowered my head, walked towards the driver in a leisurely manner, and then walked in front of him expressionlessly. I noticed that he seemed to look up at me with a look of scrutiny in his eyes, but he turned his eyes away after only one glance. I pushed open the door and walked in.
The place inside is obviously not big, there is only a long and narrow corridor. Two women with heavy makeup stand behind the counter at the door, but they are both very revealing. They are all dressed in a long-hem T-shirt and shorts, and a low neckline. Seeing me coming in, one of them greeted me immediately, and then she seemed to greet me in Cantonese. I didn't understand, but I probably understood that she might be asking me if I was looking for a lady. I just said briefly "" OK". She immediately led me in, deliberately walking in front of me, twisting her not-slender waist.
Obviously, the hairdressing chairs and mirrors outside are decorations, and the hair washing boxes at the back are the main places. I was taken to a small dark room at the back. There was no door in this room, but the outside was blocked by a curtain that was lowered. The young lady led me in, then went out, and put down the curtain.
There is only one recliner in this small room, which is the kind that people can lie on and wash their hair. I waited quietly for a while, then carefully took out a toy mask from my pocket to put on myself, then took off the coat, turned it inside out, and put it on. No sooner had I done this than the outer curtain was raised. A girl in a very low-cut top and short skirt walked in.
From the heavy makeup on her face, I couldn't see her age clearly. She was wearing slippers, and she looked tired, but she was energetic. Her hair was a little curly and yellow. It was obvious that when she came in, she suddenly saw a person wearing a mask standing in front of her. She was a little stunned, and her subconscious reaction was to open her mouth to shout. I already went up and covered her mouth, and the other hand pinched her neck from the side. With a little force, I pulled her over, strangled her with my elbow, and then raised my hand to her A cut was made on the artery at the back of the neck.
The woman snorted and softened.
I let go of her, lifted the chain and went out.
This is a corridor, with many almost identical private rooms on both sides. Curtains are hung at the door of each room, and some suspicious voices can be heard from inside.
I walked slowly through the corridor, walked all the way inside, and then came to the end of the corridor. There was a closed door. I pushed it, then took out a paper clip from my pocket, straightened it and poked it in.
This kind of poor-quality door lock opened silently after being poked twice, and I heard the music of a very old Cantonese song coming from inside, as well as the sound of rushing water.
I took a deep breath and walked in lightly.
This is obviously a separate private room. On a stretchable chair inside, Sand Snake is lying half-lying, with his face up, his face covered with shaving cream, and his face is covered with white flowers. He closed his eyes and put his hands on his back. On the armrests on both sides of the chair, I tapped lightly according to the rhythm of the music from time to time. A woman stood with her back facing me, standing between the chair and the pool. She was in good shape from the back. She was not tall, but one of them looked like a water snake. With a thin waist, she carefully held a brush and continued to apply shaving cream to Sand Snake's chin, while a razor was placed on the side of the pool next to it.
Sand Snake was obviously very interested, and quickly slid his hands down, touching up the woman's calf bit by bit. I heard the woman giggle coquettishly, knocked off Sand Snake's hand at will, and then He said something in a low voice, twisted his waist to the side of the sink, and picked up the razor.
I waited quietly at the door, hiding behind the wall, only showing a pair of eyes. When the woman turned around and walked towards me, I immediately shrank back.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. When the woman walked to the door, I immediately reached out and grabbed her neck to prevent her from making any noise, and dragged her aside. In almost an instant, I punched her accurately. On her chin, such a blow could make a person faint for a short time.
Then I walked into the room silently.