At three o'clock in the morning, in District C of Vancouver, there was a restaurant on a certain street. The sign outside was written in two languages, English and Italian, which already showed that the owner of the restaurant was Italian.
Sure enough, it offers the so-called authentic Italian pizza, as well as pasta, and there is a takeaway service.
At three o'clock in the morning, the entire street is very quiet, only the street lamps emit a faint light. This street is located on a fork of a main road, and it is not too busy. There are still cars parked along the street...
The main building of this restaurant is a three-story building, the restaurant is located on the first floor, and the upstairs is the residence of the owner of the restaurant.
"It tastes really good." I took a piece of pizza just out of the oven in one hand, and took a bite carefully, the rich aroma of cheese filled my mouth and nose.
I gave a thumbs up, then opened the curtains and glanced at the street below.
"Don't worry, sir, madam. We have no malicious intentions." I smiled: "So you don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you... Oh, we are not robbers, we came here late at night, just want to ask you to help a Just busy."
Sitting on a slightly shabby old-fashioned sofa in the middle of the room, a white man and woman embraced each other, and the woman's body was trembling. The man was still calm, hugging his wife tightly.
Their facial contours have obvious Mediterranean characteristics, and they are all standard Sicilians, especially this man, with a high nose bridge and green eyes. Then he looked at me in English with a strong accent: "What do you want?"
He was scared, and his eyes flicked to the other brothers in the room from time to time. And it was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
I can understand him very well. After all, in the middle of the night, if a group of armed men broke into one's home and dragged oneself and his wife out of bed, anyone would go berserk.
I casually handed the pizza box in my hand to Ciro: "Try it, it tastes really good." Then I wiped my hands and took out a note from my pocket with the phone number written down on it .
"This is a call. Someone called you on this phone recently. Just recently, the owner of this phone should have ordered a lot of takeaway food from your place." I stood in front of the boss: "I don't want much. , just ask you to recall it, and then tell every detail of this matter. How much food they order every day, where to send it, and others... Anyway, as long as you can remember, no matter how big or small the details are, please tell them all I."
The boss calmed down a little. He glanced at the phone number on the table and hesitated: "I'm sorry... I can't remember this number... No, no, I'm not trying to lie to you, it's just that I receive a lot of order calls every day. There are fifty or sixty every day, and I can't possibly write down every number... I need to check my accounts... I'm not a computer after all."
"Okay." I spread my hands, "Please go ahead."
The boss let go of his wife, and then pointed to a drawer in the room: "My account is in that drawer..."
He stood up and walked over, and I signaled Shi Shi that they don't need to stop him.
"Wait." Just when his hand was about to touch the table, I smiled and said, "I need to remind you that if you want to touch the gun hidden under the table, then I can't abide by the rules I just told you. I promise... I don't want to hurt you, but please cooperate, we just want to ask you for a favor."
The boss' face turned pale, and he glanced at me in surprise.
I laughed: "There are not many Italians in this city, and I heard that many small Italian restaurants are connected to mafia families... I have a lot of respect for you Italians, so I don't want to get in trouble."
I walked over, the boss's body was a little stiff, I groped under the table for a while, and took out a pistol from below, and the gun got stuck in a groove under the table.
"It's a hidden gun location." I smiled, took a look at it, and said casually, "Are you related to Mr. Abetoni?"
Abetoni is the leader of an Italian mafia family in Vancouver, but the Italians are not very powerful in Vancouver. Abetoni is only a second- and third-rate character.
"My... my cousin is Mr. Abetoni's godson." The boss was a little frustrated.
I laughed, a typical Italian gangster model of family + religious relations.
"Listen, I just need help. I have no conflict with Mr. Abetoni, and it's just a coincidence that I'm here today." I looked at him: "I just want to know everything about that phone number, that's all."
"Who are you and which organization do you represent?" The boss asked another stupid question: "I won't show you my account books! Unless you kill me."
"Idiot." I cursed in a low voice, held the gun in my hand, pointed at him, and smiled wryly, "Are you deaf? It doesn't matter if you're from Abetoni, or you're from the Italian gang .These have nothing to do with me! I am here tonight, not to trouble you Italians! I simply regard you as a restaurant owner, and it just so happens that some of my opponents have ordered a meal from you these days Batch of food. What I need is to find the addresses of my opponents through you! Do you understand? Italian? Huh, that fellow Abetoni will be polite when he sees me! What kind of account book do you have here? , I have no interest! As long as you tell me everything about that phone number, I will disappear from here immediately, and what happened tonight, you can treat it as a dream. When you wake up in the morning, nothing will happen. It didn't happen."
"Really?" The boss looked at me with doubts on his face.
Impatient to talk nonsense with him, I took the gun to his head.
"XX Avenue, No. 6 B-4." The boss quickly reported an address, and then seemed to be afraid that I would not believe it, and explained: "They have ordered food from me for three consecutive days, and they ordered 16 each time. Servings. It was a big deal, so I remember it well. But…”
"But what?"
"However, they ordered meals from me for the first three days, but they didn't order for tonight."
"Thank you!" I immediately put away the gun and glanced at the others: "Quick! Let's go!"
Before leaving, I looked at this stubborn boss and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you tonight, and you haven't seen us either. I don't think you want to cause trouble either."
I threw a bill out of my pocket and said with a smile, "By the way, your pizza is really good."
…
After rushing all the way to the back of the street, I urged Xi Luo to start the car. Xi Luo was still a little nervous and at a loss: "What's wrong? Now that we know where those guys are hiding, why don't we make a good plan before we move?"
I sighed and didn't speak. It was Shi Shi who spoke first: "The boss made it very clear that the other party ordered food from him three days ago, but there is no order tonight... This means that they may have changed places! So we have to rush there now … As for whether they can be caught, it all depends on luck.”
Only then did Ciro come to his senses, and quickly started the car and stepped on the accelerator.
Thirty minutes later, we came to that address. This is a very old urban area, surrounded by old buildings with exposed brick walls. Most of the buildings are only three or four stories high. The houses are gray and low, and the streets are narrow. Even the street lights at night are not well maintained. Many street lights are not on, and some are flickering non-stop, and there is a buzzing sound.
"It's here, on the fourth floor."
We reduced the speed of the car as much as possible, so that the sound of the car was relatively quiet, and slowly drove to a building. There was a box just opposite, and I asked Xi Luo to drive the car into it. Another car from behind followed suit.
"Leave the two brothers below to guard the car." I glanced at Xi Luo: "Xi Luo, you stay."
"Why?" Ciro was a little disappointed: "I'll go up with you!"
I ignored him, and glanced at the stone: "One of your men is left behind, watching the car with Ciro. We are ready to retreat at any time. And... Everyone prepare your weapons."
The people in the other car also got into our car, everyone checked the time, and under my strict order, Xi Luo agreed to stay a little depressed.
"Divide into two routes, one route from the back, Stone leads the team. Scorpion, you lead eight people, and I rush in from the front..." After a pause, I slowly said: "Don't hesitate, do it as cleanly as possible!"
…
The sound of hurried footsteps came on the old-fashioned stairs, and a group of ten of us quickly went up the stairs. One advantage of this spiral staircase is that it runs very fast.
He rushed to Si Lu in one breath, and there was a wooden door in front of him, with a little yellow light peeking out from inside.
"Come on!" I made a gesture, and a person walked up behind me, and kicked the door panel when he went up.
boom!
The entire door panel was kicked down, and I immediately led the charge, holding guns in both hands, and the three people who rushed in first consciously formed a triangular outfit group.
But we were disappointed.
Behind the door is a huge room, but it is empty. A chandelier on the ceiling is shaking gently, and the dim light is flickering.
At this time, the stone people at the window also turned in from the outside. Their movements were very capable, and the people in front immediately took advantage of the favorable terrain to cover the people behind... Unfortunately, it was all in vain!
The room is very messy, there are a lot of discarded sundries and garbage on the floor, I also saw a pile of pizza boxes in the corner, and even a bad smell came from the room...
We checked the place quickly, and there was another room inside, which was a little cleaner than the outside, with a lot of plastic sheets and sundries thrown on the floor.
Hell... I even saw a condom.
"They've already left." Stone said sullenly.
I gasped and slammed my fist against the wall. Walking to the table, I saw that there was a half-eaten pizza on the table, and there were also some drinking mineral water bottles.
"Okay, we are only one step behind, but we still have a chance to find them." Shito came over to comfort me.
"It's okay." I forced a smile: "They must have changed places to hide. These Vietnamese are very cunning."
Shi Shi waved his hand and ordered the others: "Check carefully to see if there is anything useful and if we can find any clues, we will leave in five minutes."
quickly…
"Stone, we found this." A man walked over with a smile, holding a golden thing on the muzzle of the gun in his hand.
This is a gold watch.
"I saw it in the toilet inside. Maybe someone left it here and forgot to take it away." The man smiled and said, "This thing should be worth a lot of money."
I picked it up and took a look at... well, Rolex. This kind of watch is worth about 20,000 to 30,000 U.S. dollars, which is not too expensive. But what caught my attention was that the back of the watch was engraved with a few words, which seemed to be scratched with the tip of a knife.
And the body of the watch is very old, very old, it looks like a very old thing.
I handed it to the stone, and he took a look at it, especially the scratches on the back of the watch. He smiled: "Well, this thing is old. The scratches on the back are Vietnamese characters. Means 'trophy'."
I forced a smile, and before I could say anything, I heard a walkie-talkie flashing on my waist.
"Hello?" I picked it up: "Siro? What's the matter?"
Xi Luo's voice was very excited: "Xiao Wu, someone is here! They just entered the stairs, it seems to be going up... Maybe they are Vietnamese! Two people!"
I was shocked immediately! With a smile on his face, he looked at the stone: "Someone is coming up, it's two Vietnamese, they're back!"
Without my ordering, Shi Shi immediately made a gesture, quickly made a few orders, and then whispered: "Catch alive?"
With my affirmation, everyone moved quickly. Someone first helped up the door panel that had fallen on the ground and pressed it against the door frame, and then three people went outside the door and hid in the back of the corridor outside. Stone and I stood on both sides of the door. The others found their own places in the room.
A minute later, the sound of footsteps going upstairs came from outside, and the sound of someone walking and talking in a low voice was faintly heard. What reassured me was that they did speak Vietnamese.
I glanced at the stone, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
…
boom!
The door panel came crashing down. Probably the two Vietnamese people outside were about to open the door, but the door panel had already been kicked down by us, and they fell down with a slight push outside.
As the two Vietnamese exclaimed, their reactions were quite dissatisfied. One of them had drawn a gun from his waist, but immediately, the two brothers hiding outside the corridor had strangled them from behind. Stone and I rushed out of the neck, knocked down two people with one punch, and kicked their guns away.
The two Vietnamese were dragged into the room by us, and someone immediately closed the door again. They seemed to want to resist at the beginning, but when they came in and saw that the room was full of our people, expressions of panic and despair appeared on their faces.
"Can you speak Vietnamese?" I glanced at Shi Shi, and he smiled: "Most of us here can speak it."
"Okay!" I waved someone to bring the two Vietnamese over, and pressed them to the ground. I pulled up a chair and sat in front of them.
"Ask them how they came here."
Shi Shi immediately asked them in Vietnamese.
The two Vietnamese hesitated for a moment, but they both kept their mouths shut. I went up and slapped each of them one by one, half of their faces were swollen.
I found that both of them looked desperate. But the one on the left looked resigned, his eyes just staring at the ground. As for the other one, there was a bit of panic in despair, and his eyes seemed to be a little dodgy.
My heart moved: "Tell them, I want to ask them questions, as long as they are willing to tell the truth, I don't have to kill anyone."
Stone translated for me. And the expressions of the two people were a little different. There was a sneer at the corner of one of the mouths, and there was something more evasive in the eyes of the other.
"You, what are you laughing at?" I said coldly.
Every time I said a sentence, Shi Shi was beside me and helped me translate it into Vietnamese.
This time this person did not continue to remain silent, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his words were a bit slurred, probably because he bit his tongue when he was slapped by me just now.
"He said... since we caught him, he would definitely end up dead, so he didn't believe you. He said that he was ready to die, and you could do it at any time."
Stone slowly translated to me.
"Oh..." After I heard this, I responded lightly, and then I suddenly stood up, walked quickly behind this guy, grabbed his hair with one hand, and pulled out the dagger with the other, and then I took advantage of the situation. A dab on his neck...
flutter! !
With internal pressure, blood spurted out immediately! I smeared this knife very deeply! I slit his throat in one fell swoop. When a person is dying, he will naturally struggle, but I have already grabbed him by the hair and held him down. He twisted a few times in vain, and made a "clack" sound from his mouth, but his throat was cut. He couldn't even utter a full scream.
The blood sprayed on the ground in front of me, and it turned bright red immediately. My arm and the blade were also covered with blood. The other Vietnamese man who was kneeling next to him was also splashed on half of his face when he was dying. A lot of blood beads.
Shi Shi seemed to be stunned for a moment, and everyone else in the room seemed to be stunned for a moment.
They probably didn't expect that I would be so straightforward and ruthless in my actions! Actually, they disagreed with each other, and if they said to do it, they would do it, and if they said to kill, they would kill them! Not even a leeway was left.
The corpse lay heavily on the ground, blood was flowing slowly, and the body was still shaking. I knew it was a natural nervous reaction, but the Vietnamese man next to me was full of despair and panic.
I raised my leg, wiped the dagger on the sole of my shoe, and looked at the stone: "You tell this guy that he asked me to kill him, and I just fulfilled his request. As for this guy, ask if he wants to kill him too." Ask me to kill him."
Stone looked at me strangely, and translated according to my words.
Sure enough, the rest of the Vietnamese trembled all over his body, his face turned pale instantly, he was silent for a few seconds, and then screamed suddenly!
His voice was hoarse and deformed, like killing a chicken, with a trill. Although I couldn't understand what he said, but the incoherent appearance was unmistakable.
He is scared!
I sneered.
By the way, that's right!
I don't believe that all of them Vietnamese are heroes who regard death as home!
They are just gangsters, you think they are all revolutionary martyrs! !
"He said that he was afraid of death, and he didn't want to die." Shitou looked at this guy with some contempt.
I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Okay, it's good to be afraid of death. If he is not afraid of death, it will be difficult for us."
I knelt down and just stared into his eyes: "Do you know who we are?"
"... I know." The answer from the Vietnamese was translated by Stone for me: "You are a big circle."
I nodded in satisfaction: "So, this place, where are your people hiding these days?"
When I was speaking, my hand deliberately, intentionally or unintentionally, pulled the head of the corpse so that the face of the corpse was facing this guy.
His psychological defense completely collapsed, and he quickly confessed everything.
It turns out that there are about 20 Vietnamese hiding here... Besides here, there are four or five hiding places for the Vietnamese. Each place has at least 20 or 30 people hiding, and at most fifty or sixty hiding places. . Basically, there are nearly 200 of the most elite thugs and gunmen in the Vietnam Gang.
No wonder, how can we not find Vietnamese recently, it turns out that most people hide like this. And the other ordinary little boys, the gangsters on the street, were temporarily dismissed and went home. There is chaos outside these days, and those people dare not hang out outside.
Moreover, the Vietnamese are very cunning. They stay in one place for three or four days at most, and then they will change to another hiding place. This can greatly reduce the possibility of being discovered.
As for their hiding places... According to this guy's confession, it was actually some half-toned projects and some abandoned buildings or construction sites that the Vietnamese's own construction company had done. After all, the Vietnamese intervened in the real estate industry to make money in the past few years, but there are many such places to hide.
This answer made me faintly sigh.
Why didn't I think of this! ! Yes, since I know to go to Vietnamese construction companies to check their phone numbers, but as long as I check the records of the businesses that Vietnamese have done in recent years, and the construction projects they have been responsible for, I can probably find different ones. Less clues!
Hide in abandoned estates and old buildings...what could be safer
Just before we found this place today, more than 20 people hiding here have changed places. This time they moved to the warehouse of a seafood processing factory located a little farther from downtown Vancouver. I don't need to ask, this guy said it himself.
As for how these two unlucky ghosts came back, it really has something to do with the gold watch we picked up just now.
That gold watch belonged to a leader of the Vietnamese hiding here. When they moved, they left in a hurry and lost the watch carelessly.
This thing is very valuable, and the boss felt a little distressed, so he sent these two men back to help him find it, and it turned out...
I cross-examined him several times carefully, asked many details repeatedly, and confirmed that he was not lying. But just as I was about to stand up, I saw a gleam in his eyes, and I smiled.
He squatted down again, pulled out the dagger, and gently picked his chin with the blade, and said slowly: "I am very satisfied with what you said... You are very honest. However, the news you told me is of value to me." Too low, not enough to buy your life back. Unless you have more valuable information, otherwise, I can't bypass your life."
Stone said my words expressionlessly, and the Vietnamese body trembled again.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but I deliberately turned my wrist, the blade lightly pierced the skin on his chin, and blood flowed out immediately.
This guy was so frightened that he screamed when he saw himself bleeding. I went up and slapped him twice, which made his eyes stare.
"Say! Say! I say!" He was about to go crazy, and yelled crazily.
Immediately, he revealed a piece of information that surprised us...a very useful piece of information!
…
In the Vietnamese gang in Vancouver, the biggest leader is surnamed Ruan, named Ruan Ajie. Known as Mr. Ruan.
He also has a younger brother named Ruan Wenjie, who is the number three member of the Vancouver Vietnamese Gang.
This pair of brothers are called "Da Ruan" and "Little Ruan" in Taoism.
And this guy told me a piece of news about "Little Ruan".
Xiao Ruan had vanished into hiding these days. However, this kind of person who is used to being the boss inevitably has some habits and hobbies. This kind of gopher-like life has passed for a long time, and naturally it will be a little bit unbearable.
Xiao Ruan had a mistress—not surprising. Let alone one mistress, the boss of the underworld, even if there are ten or eight mistresses, it is very common. However, this mistress was just acquired by Xiao Ruan a few months ago, and she was in the heat of the fight.
These days, he hides every day and does not touch women. For this kind of boss who is used to life of sex and sex, it is naturally very hard to endure.
More importantly, Xiao Ruan seemed to have gone back quietly recently, specifically to meet that mistress. Originally, it was Da Ruan's order that they went into hiding, but after all, Xiao Ruan was Da Ruan's younger brother. He sneaked home behind his brother's back. Even if others knew about it, they didn't dare to say anything about him.
But the problem was that after Xiao Ruan ran back, she didn't want to come out, so she didn't hide with the big troops at all, but hid in her mistress's house with only two bodyguards and didn't change places.
The reason is: his mistress is pregnant with his seed!
Big Ruan and Xiao Ruan are all in their forties, and there are a lot of women, but probably because they have done too many bad things in these years, they have not given birth to a single child. This time, a mistress was pregnant with Xiao Ruan's seed, even when the situation was tense, he didn't care so much, so he just stayed at the mistress's house and didn't leave.
Originally it was nothing. Because it is actually safe for him to live in his mistress's house, and outsiders can't find out how many mistresses he has. If he just hides and doesn't go out, we can't find him.
But the problem is that...
The Vietnamese in front of me... Xiao Ruan's mistress is his sister.
This unexpected information made us excited immediately!
Shitou rubbed his chin, couldn't help laughing and said, "Damn, this little Ruan is a lover! Hehe! Good! Good!"
He glanced at me: "How is it? Now that we know a hiding place of the Vietnamese and the whereabouts of their No. 3 man, what should we do next? Should we kill their No. 3 man first, or take it first?" Their hiding place?"
I thought about it carefully, and suddenly my heart moved, and I came up with an extremely interesting idea.
"No hurry, no hurry." I looked at the stone: "I suddenly thought of a very interesting idea..."
I stood up and glanced at this guy kneeling on the ground with a look of disgust on his face. Hmph, for his own survival, he even sells out his own sister.
"Hey, do you know that if you tell me this news, your sister and your little brother Ruan will all die! Huh?" I asked him.
The Vietnamese man hung his head and did not speak, but his body was trembling.
"Kill him." I said lightly.
Stone immediately pulled out the gun and pulled the bolt. The Vietnamese seemed to understand what we were going to do and howled loudly.
"What did he say?" I asked Stone.
"He said, you promised him not to kill him." Shito curled his lips.
"Oh, you tell him..." I said lightly, "I lied. If he feels wronged, he can go to Lord Yan to complain about me."