I still remember Yang Wei once warned me, I can't remember what she said clearly, anyway, the general meaning is: any gangster is just a marginal force. In a society with a well-developed society, politics, economy and culture, gangsters cannot compete with the mainstream. It is undeniable that the existence of gangsters cannot be eradicated, but they can be controlled to a minimum.
Because, no matter how big or powerful the gangster is, if the government really decides to get rid of you, you will definitely die! There is no possibility of winning when the underworld competes with the state machine.
And today, those words are at their best!
In one morning, several TV stations have played the video I sent anonymously over and over again at least twenty times! Almost all news programs focus on the police in Vancouver! And just after ten o'clock in the morning, the police temporarily held an emergency press conference. Norton, in uniform, reiterated the police's determination to fight crime in front of the camera. The police cracked down hard.
Immediately, under the camera, more than a dozen police vehicles roared out, loaded with live ammunition, from the street...
In fact, I know that this is just a play to show the strength and prestige of the police.
The real large number of police officers had assembled ten minutes after I called the police and headed towards the seafood processing factory in the suburbs.
Xi Luo and I randomly found a remote street and got off the car, and Shitou and others drove away all the way. They immediately returned to the small lighthouse island and continued to lurk. As for Xi Luo and I...
I took Ciro and the two of us for a walk on the streets of Vancouver. We turned a corner and ate a big meal in a Chinese restaurant. I had a plate of five-spice peanuts, a stack of beef, eight taels of dumplings, and two bottles of beer. Then I gave the restaurant waiter ten Canadian dollars. He tuned the wall-mounted TV to a sports channel.
Other customers who had been watching the latest police report on the TV complained, but I paid for it. The waiters didn't even bother to complain about the other customers...unless one of them was willing to pay more for the restaurant to get the TV channel back.
I looked at the TV screen with relish, and an ice hockey game was playing on it. This kind of sport is very popular in North America. Although I was not interested in this kind of sport before, but now I am very involved in watching it. Xi Luo next to me seemed to have a lot to say to me, but he endured it and endured it, and it was a public place, so it was inconvenient to talk, so he had to drink beer in silence.
Finally, we sat in the restaurant for two hours, watched a hockey game, and saw that it was past noon. The restaurant was already quiet, and there were no customers around, so Ciro finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked me in a low voice: "Xiao Wu... aren't you in a hurry?"
I lit a cigarette leisurely: "What are you in a hurry for?"
"Today... what are we going to do?" Ciro scratched his head and said, "We're going to make another big move today, right?"
"Oh..." I nodded casually, looked at the TV screen, and said casually: "No hurry, no hurry, now is the time to watch a good show... Don't worry, the police will punish the Vietnamese without us doing anything now." It's cruel!"
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This kind of thing is not just in the category of "gangster crime"! The police will definitely take some more special measures! I believe it will be more difficult for us to find out where the rest of the Vietnamese are hiding. But if the state machine intervenes to investigate, it is almost a simple matter!
In this land, who can beat the Canadian government
I guess, after the video was exposed this morning, the Vietnamese have now been declared the number one enemy by the police! As for the hiding place of a small group of Vietnamese who I secretly tipped off to the police... the police must have sent someone there immediately!
After Youyou finished eating, I wiped my mouth and called the waiter to pay the bill. Before I left, I smiled and said to the Chinese waiter in front of me: "I have a suggestion for your boss... your dumplings are very good, but they are generally good. Those who like to eat dumplings are all northerners in China. Northerners have a strong taste, and your dumplings are too bland. If you can make them saltier in the future, maybe the business will be better.”
After speaking, I took Shiro and pushed the door back to the street. As soon as we went out, we saw a police car whizzing by on the street in front of us.
"Let's go!" I put my arms around Shiro's shoulders and said with a smile, "It's getting late."
"where are we going?"
"... the police station."
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The entrance of the police station was indeed a busy scene. I saw that the original crowd of demonstrators outside had disappeared, but there were many reporters waiting at the entrance majesticly. microphone…
"Look, this is the freedom of the press in the West." I laughed and said, "If I were in China, even if my video from last night was sent to TV stations and newspapers, no media would dare to expose it today! In China, The main task of the media is the government’s word of mouth, and the secondary task is to supervise public opinion. But in Western countries, it is completely different.”
When I walked into the police station, I was immediately seen by police officers who knew me. Immediately, many people looked surprised. They probably didn’t expect that in such troubled times, I, a well-known underworld leader in Vancouver, would take the initiative to walk into the police station. Come to the police station.
"I want to see Mr. Norton...or Mr. Doug." I pulled a police officer back.
"Uh...Mr. Doug and Commissioner Norton are..." A young police officer was in front of me, and he looked a little nervous in front of me, but before he finished speaking, I heard a familiar voice from a distance: "Oh my God! Chen Yang, why are you here!"
Immediately, I saw the Chinese police officer Jeff rushing over and grabbing my arm, his face was full of surprise, as if he was afraid that I would run away.
"What's the matter, Officer Jeff?"
Jeff pulled me to the side quickly, looked up and down several times, took a deep breath, and then said in a weird voice: "You...how are you here? I..." He smiled wryly, and used He said in a lower voice, "I sent a group of people to guard the door of your garage, and they didn't leave for 24 hours. My people didn't report. How could you leave quietly?"
I whistled and said with a smile: "Officer Jeff, if I didn't even have this ability, the big circle would have been swallowed up long ago!"
"..." He sighed: "Mr. Doug is upstairs, I think he is very happy to see you now... Well, these days have been chaotic, but today is the most chaotic day! What happened today, Nothing to do with you?"
I suppressed my smile, looked at him, and said with a straight face on purpose: "Sorry, I can't answer any of your questions without the company of a lawyer."
He smiled and sent Shiro and I into the elevator, but he didn't come in.
"Aren't you going up with me?"
"No." Jeff was smiling wryly: "Mr. Norton is very angry now, I don't want to see him at this time."
I smiled at him, expressing my understanding.
The elevator went all the way upstairs, and the police inside didn't stop me when I went out, probably because Jeff had called downstairs. I soon came to the office of Doug in my memory. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard a roar and roar from inside. It was obviously from the grumpy Mr. Norton.
There was no secretary or assistant blocking the door of Doug's office. I knocked on the door first, and pushed the door open without waiting for an answer from inside.
In the office, Norton was dancing and yelling something in an angry tone. Doug looked calm, and even gently dragged his chin with two fingers, quietly listening to Norton's roar, but there was a hint of impatience between his brows .
Seeing me walking in, Doug raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised. He immediately stood up and smiled: "Oh, Mr. Chen Yang."
Norton looked back at me when he heard it, but the old man looked at me with a less polite expression. He snorted heavily with a displeased expression on his face, narrowed his eyes, suppressed his voice, and said coldly: "Mr. Chen Yang, This is the police station, what are you doing here?! Our negotiations with you people have ended a few days ago! Now our police are conducting a large-scale anti-criminal operation, do you come from the surrender?"
I shrugged my shoulders, ignored Norton's mocking tone, went straight to Doug's desk and sat on a chair, looked at Doug, and then tilted my head at Norton: "What Mr. Norton just said... Do I understand?" Cheng, do you think that a senior police officer framed a good law-abiding citizen? I am a person with a clean reputation, a law-abiding gentleman who has never had any illegal records! Now Mr. Norton insults me as a member of the underworld. It's an insult to me...I'm going to have my lawyer file a complaint."
Norton was furious when he heard the words, and suddenly roared: "Chen Yang! This is the police station! It's not your big circle! If you want, I won't mind throwing you in prison!!"
I sighed, the angrier he was, the more peaceful the expression on my face was, I looked at him, and at first I didn't speak, but looked at him for more than ten seconds before shaking my head regretfully , deliberately sighed heavily, and said slowly: "Seeing this Mr. Norton, I finally understand why the law and order in Vancouver has become so bad recently... Alas, as a law-abiding citizen and taxpayer, I need to remind you, you Your job is to provide citizens and taxpayers with a safe social living environment. Your salary is paid by our taxpayers! Do you understand? The public security situation outside is so bad now. As a senior police officer, don’t you Hard at work and out here yelling at a taxpayer...”
"FUCK!" Norton finally couldn't help cursing a foul word, his face flushed, and he said angrily: "It is the existence of rubbish like you that makes Vancouver what it is now!!"
My complexion immediately sank, and then I stood up and pressed in front of Norton. The tip of my nose was almost touching his nose. I stared into his eyes and said coldly: "Mr. Norton! You give me Listen up! At least now, in all the files about me in the police station, I have not violated any laws in Canada! I have not even had a parking violation! My file here is as pure as a virgin... so , if you continue to insult me as a gangster, then I will definitely sue you for destroying my reputation! You are a policeman, and the law should teach you that no matter who you want to testify, you must have evidence! If you have evidence, just arrest me ... If you didn't..." I looked at him viciously: "Then shut the fuck up!"
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Norton was almost stunned! He probably never thought that a gangster would dare to speak to him in such a provocative and vicious manner in front of a senior police officer like him! He was stunned at first, and then suddenly became furious, but he still saw me make a move after all, he didn't dare to do it himself, but yelled loudly: "Steve! Steve!!"
Soon, the door was pushed open, and two white police officers walked in. Norton quickly pushed away and pointed at me: "You... put him..."
Fortunately, he didn't get dizzy in his anxiety, but pointed at me and said in a trembling voice, "Get him out of here!"
The two policemen were about to step in. Doug, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the show, finally spoke. He said slowly, "Mr. Norton... I think you forgot whose office this is?"
With such a short sentence, the two police officers stopped immediately.
Neither of them is a fool, and some subtleties in the scene can still be understood.
I leaned on the chair, looked at Doug, blinked at him, and then loudly said deliberately: "Mr. Norton, I have something to talk to Mr. Doug now... I think, if you are a gentleman with self-cultivation, Then you should know that the most important thing you should do now is to do us a favor... Please help us close the door of the office from the outside."
"Doug!" Norton stared at this smart big dog: "What are you going to talk about with this kind of garbage on the street! Do you think you can achieve anything with the cooperation of this kind of person? You really It's crazy! These people are garbage!"
Doug's eyeballs were shining brightly, but his face was very flat: "Oh, Mr. Norton, I think my work only needs to report to my superior."
In a rage, Norton slammed the door and rushed out of the office. The door hit the wall, bounced back and slammed shut. Doug and I met each other with a smile, but everyone's eyes were a little complicated.
"Ciro, remember to remind me that when I go back, I will ask my lawyer to prepare a letter of complaint for me, and I will complain about Mr. Norton's insult to my personal reputation." I smiled.
Ciro didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and before he could speak, Doug had slowly come out from behind the desk. He walked to the edge of the coffee pot, made me a cup of coffee, and said casually, "Oh , I don't think Mr. Norton will mind... These days, the protests and complaints he receives every day, if they are all piled up, can fill the largest filing cabinet. Anyway, it won't be long before these complaints will be lost meaning."
My heart moved, knowing that he was implying me that Norton's time in this position was running out.