When night fell, our group left the island and returned to the shore.
We stole two pickup trucks on the road, split into two roads, and arrived in the West End of Vancouver at midnight.
The area here is relatively complicated, including many immigrant residential areas, and some blocks, which belong to the fringe areas where several gangs divide their territories. It can be said that every time something happens in the underworld in Vancouver, this area Regions are the first to stir up trouble.
District B is a settlement of Vietnamese immigrants, and more than 30% of the residents here are from Vietnam. There are also many Vietnamese restaurants on the street.
This area is also the territory of the traditional Vietnamese gang. It's just that more and more people from other gangs have extended their tentacles here recently.
According to the information I got, there are two real assets belonging to the Vietnamese.
It was as if on the piece of land I was assigned at that time, there was a restaurant that was our own, and Shiro and I regarded it as a base camp.
On this street, there is a construction and decoration company that belongs to the Vietnamese gang.
In the past few years, building houses and doing real estate in Canada was very profitable, and even doing home decoration was also very profitable. The Vietnamese naturally also got involved in this business.
A home improvement construction company here is a Vietnamese industry.
The last time our people came to this place, all the Vietnamese retreated, leaving us an empty space, and there were no Vietnamese in any nightclubs, bars, or nightclubs. And this company is in an old-fashioned building, our people did not choose it as the target of the attack. And after our people were shot, the police arrived soon.
But tonight, it's different.
Our car was parked in the alley behind the building, the car windows were closed, Shiro and I smoked, and Shiro looked at his watch from time to time, feeling a little uneasy.
"Don't worry, it's fine." I smiled: "These brothers who came from the airborne are very strong, and they won't fail to do such a small thing." After a pause, I continued: "But now I am very envious of you guys. .”
I said this to the stone sitting behind.
"Um?"
"I envy you, you have such a strong team." I shook my head: "No wonder many large circles have parachuted to North America to do business in these years, but when something happened to you, you rarely asked us for help. It turns out that Your individual quality is much better than ours."
Stone was silent for a few seconds, then grinned: "This is different. I have been to Canada three times before and after. Here, your daily enemies are just some gangsters. If you have nothing to do, you can take a few pistols and two AK47s on the street. Just scan it, and they will be called gangsters. These people are nothing more than gangsters. You don’t need to be very skilled to fight against these people. But we are different. In the forest of a small country in Southeast Asia, it is different from the situation in North America. If you say You are a civilized world here, so we are in a place where killings are everywhere. Golden Triangle, India-Pakistan, Laos, and Nepal with constant coups, and those small island countries in Southeast Asia that are full of guerrillas and anti-government armed forces... No Speaking of other things, I have been to the Philippines six times. Our opponents are all those big drug lords, either government forces, anti-government armed forces, guerrillas... those people, let alone guns... planes and cannons All of them! We fight with this kind of people all day long, and of course we have developed a whole body of scumbags."
I am silent.
Xi Luoyou spoke quickly, shook his head and said: "Oh, it's a big circle, your people are so well trained, doesn't it seem that we are useless..." The kid looked a little depressed.
I laughed, and Shitou smiled too. He stretched out his wide, callused palm and patted Xi Luo's body hard, and said with a smile: "Young man! I don't know how many recruits like you Tender baby. Everyone is a brother from the same line, so what is the difference... After all, if there is no help from the big circle brothers in other places, we will not be able to succeed in Southeast Asia if we work hard. Fighting and fighting, It always costs money, where does the money come from? Isn’t it earned by you brothers in the civilized world! The eighth master of Canada supports us with large sums of dollars every year. With good weapons, only the dead brothers have the money to settle down! The country and the goods we have worked so hard to fight, we have to come from you to do it."
Ciro's mood improved slightly, but he still wanted to say something. I patted him and looked out the window: "Okay! They're coming down!"
Under the darkness, several brothers in black clothes jumped off the platform on the second floor of the building, and the last brother slid down with a rope because he was holding a huge thing in his hand.
After getting down, they quickly put away the rope and got back into the car.
"How about it?"
"It's done." It was the thin scorpion who spoke, he took a breath, and patted the thing wrapped in black cloth in his hand.
"Quick! Let's get out of here quickly." I took a breath: "The surveillance probes on both sides of the street were broken by us. From the maintenance to the police sending someone to check, it will take up to 20 minutes. Now time is running out."
Upon hearing this, Ciro immediately started the car, and we left here quickly.
Our car had just driven half a street away when we heard a loud bang on a certain floor of the building behind us!
All the peripheral glass shattered, and flames and smoke billowed from the inside!
Because it was not far away, we could even feel the strong vibration in the car!
"Fuck, how many things did you put?" Stone frowned and looked at the flames on the building behind.
"Not many, twenty grenades." Scorpion sighed: "Unfortunately, there are no bombs on the island, not even a detonator, and the time is too short, otherwise I could make a bomb myself."
I smiled and said, "That's fine, now that there's such a commotion, I don't think this Vietnamese company will accept any more business in the future."
Scorpion's voice was ugly, but he was very emotional, and said with a smile: "Damn, you don't know, when I disassembled their telephone switchboard, I saw a lot of phone records stored in it, all fucking international yellow calls... Shit! Turns out the vietnamese do this shit in the office all day long."
"My work is done, and I will leave it to Guan Dai." Scorpion gave the things in his arms to a brother sitting in the back of the car.
This brother has small eyes, but he is very energetic. Picking up the thing and opening the cloth covering it, he pouted his lips and said, "The encryption program for ordinary telephone exchanges is very simple, so it's not difficult to set up... Find a place where there is equipment, and I can do it in ten minutes at most. There are Is it the telephone company? There are equipment in the computer room of the telephone company.”
Shi Shi suddenly laughed and scolded: "Aha, fortunately we are abroad. If we are in China, it will be really difficult."
"Why?"
"The telephone communication industry in foreign countries is public and non-monopoly. There are many telephone companies. The equipment we need can be obtained from any telephone company. But in China, we can only go to 'China Telecom' at night. It is not an ordinary company, it is run by the state, if you break into the computer room of China Telecom, it is tantamount to openly opposing the state unit, and the meaning is different."
With this telephone exchange, we plan to find a way to find out all the phone records inside, and we can always find the current hiding place of the Vietnamese! Because this company, after all, is the original home of the Vietnamese! It is an important base in their business, and it is impossible not to leave some clues about the phone calls in the company.
Of course, in fact, the easiest way is to take a few guns and sweep around the residential areas of Vietnamese immigrants to ensure that the Vietnamese can be drawn out. After all, the Vietnamese gang is different from us. Most of the gangsters in the Vietnamese gang have families and mouths in the local area... The underworld is also a human being!
But we can't do this kind of thing. Just check it out.
Robbing the telephone exchange is just a plan. We bombed their construction company. The files in the construction company, even if the information is not important... But a company was attacked by terrorists, and they still do construction... I will see who dares to look for it in the future They do business!
Breaking into a phone company in the middle of the night was a piece of cake for the toughest of us gangsters. With a master like Scorpion, he can single-handedly wipe out other sentries when dealing with guerrillas! Not to mention dealing with the security guards at the phone company? It's just that he kept his hand and didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he just knocked him out.
In the computer room of the telephone company, the brother named Guan Dai really only took ten minutes to extract all the call records in the telephone switchboard.
Then in the computer room of the telephone company, we checked the phone number that had been called more frequently in the past two days, checked the address of the phone number with the equipment of the phone company, and quickly found two or three addresses.
Among them, there is a number that has been called the most in recent days, which is a restaurant that specializes in food delivery.
"There is a problem with this restaurant." I said immediately.
"oh?"
I thought for a while: "Look at the address of this restaurant... They deliver food. But the address of this restaurant is far away from the Vietnamese construction company, not even in the same area! If the Vietnamese construction company calls I order takeaway by myself, there is no reason to find a restaurant so far away! But they call this restaurant every day, they must be asking them to deliver food, but where will it be delivered?"
I quickly pulled out a map of Vancouver, opened it, searched it, and pointed to a street above: "Look, according to the address, the restaurant is on this street, which is more than a dozen distances away from the Vietnamese construction company." Street!! Then it’s definitely not delivering food to a Vietnamese construction company.”
Speaking of this, I said slowly: "The Vietnamese hid all their elite soldiers... so many people, they must eat every day! They are different from us. We can get some clean water and canned food on the island. For a few days... But these Vietnamese, after all, they don't have the quality of our big circle! And they have been hiding for many days. If they only eat canned food, they can't last for so many days! A large group of people need to eat and eat Drink... Then this restaurant that specializes in food delivery, it seems that it is necessary for us to make a trip!"