Not to mention the captive, including me, Xi Luo and a group of brothers around him, everyone couldn't help but look sideways at the wood. Looking at the wood, there is a little more awe and chill. As for Mr. Baoya Zhou, he still covered his mouth and sprayed furiously in the corner.
Mu Mu had already put away the scalpel and winked at me. I immediately came to my senses, and quickly asked my subordinates to put down the two captives who were hanging above. Xiao Huang dragged them back to the container. As for how to interrogate the confession, I don't have to worry about it.
"You... are really not an ordinary pervert." I stared at Mu Mu dumbfounded.
Indeed, such a guy, although we used to hang out together when we were in Nanjing, drinking together, playing together, picking up girls and fighting in bars together, and I also know that Mu Mu is actually a boring type of guy, don’t look at him He is gentle, and he is not soft at all in fights. But... think about this guy doing physical examinations for those old people in community clinics on weekdays, and sitting in the consultation room reading Japanese comics when he has nothing to do... Such a person can actually say "I want to vivisection you" The outrageous and cruel words came, and he scratched a big living person with a scalpel...
"Pretending." Mu Mu shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not a pervert, but when I was studying in medical school, my anatomy class was indeed excellent. I remember that in the first anatomy class, the teacher took us to dissect a corpse. I was the only one among all the students who didn't vomit, and I saw it from beginning to end."
He tore off the rubber glove in his hand and threw it on the ground, and said calmly: "Just now, this was to scare that guy. I think ordinary people, no matter how tough they are, should still be afraid of vivisection even if they are not afraid of death. "
He smelled of blood all over his body, but Mu Mu looked calm. He simply took off his coat, and then casually pulled one of my subordinates: "Where is the water? I want to wash it."
The subordinate looked at Mu Mu in awe, and hurriedly pointed in a direction.
Now, everyone is looking at this friend of mine with admiration. These brothers here are not afraid of murder and arson, especially these subordinates of the direct line, all of them are fierce people who can fight and fight. But today they were all shocked by the wood.
I sat for a while, and soon, Xiao Huang pried out the materials from the prisoner's mouth.
It is true that these two killers are Chinese. But these two people are from a sub-branch of the Huaqing Gang in the United States... Simply put, it is an extremist organization that specializes in doing business and helping people, killing, kidnapping, extortion and so on.
When I heard the name "Huaqing Gang", my heart sank. Because I know that the Huaqing Gang has a blood relationship with the Hongmen. The first thing I thought of was... did Ye Huan find someone to deal with me
The Huaqing gang is a large Chinese gang organization in the United States, but the organization is relatively loose. Most of them have the name "Huaqing" on their heads, and there are countless branches below. Generally speaking, the power is not small, but the various organizations below occupy the top of the hill and do their own thing. And these two killers belong to an organization similar to killers that nominally belongs to Hua Qing.
According to the captives, the main business of their organization is actually just kidnapping, and the business of murder is also accepted, but after all, there are too few murder jobs in this world, and it is rare to get a few lucrative businesses a year. There are still more cases of kidnapping. This time, someone paid a high price to ask them to deal with me.
These two are also veterans. They have been in Vancouver for ten days, and they have been secretly collecting my information, my background, including many details about me every day these days. For example, my age, identity, my preferences, and my personality.
Mainly, my daily in and out routes. Where I go every day, what route I take, and who I am with, they basically know everything very clearly... What makes me depressed is that they get a lot of information almost effortlessly...
Just because I am very well-known now, there are usually many tabloid paparazzi who will follow me behind. They don't even need to check a lot of my information, they can get a lot of it by looking through the newspapers.
According to their confession, they originally planned two plans. The first is to find a route that I am used to walking, and then shoot secretly to kill me. For example, near my company, kill me with a sniper rifle. But the plan fell through. Because I am almost a hands-off shopkeeper now, I rarely go to the company, and my current whereabouts are too erratic.
After I came back from Los Angeles, I didn’t have a fixed plan for where and what to do almost every day. Most of the time, I would go out as soon as I thought of something to do. I didn’t have any plans or rules to speak of. I really can't figure out my rules of going in and out. Therefore, the plan to squat down and shoot guns was aborted.
Then when they received the news of my wedding, these people thought about it. At the wedding party, the guests, staff, band, etc., etc., the personnel were complicated, so they decided to take advantage of this time to sneak in.
Fortunately, where I live, the terrain is flat and there are no high-rise buildings around, so they can't arrange snipers. As a result, plans were made to tamper with my wedding cake.
On the day of the wedding, although I arranged a lot of men to maintain safety, but after all, this is a wedding, not a military restricted area, and no one thought that someone would come to seek my bad luck on this day, so people's hearts inevitably relaxed a little. And my house is really not a place that is conducive to protection. It is a big house with a yard outside and a low wall around it. It occupies a large area. There are only dozens of subordinates. Guard the entrance from the outside to prevent the media from getting in - it's impossible to fence off the outside of the house.
These two guys are also good at skills, they found a blind spot and slipped in over the wall.
In fact, apart from the hands and feet they made in the cake, there was also preparation, that is, both of them put on ordinary clothes and pretended to be guests and wandered around the venue—there were quite a lot of guests this day, there were gangsters, even I didn’t know all of them, Not to mention my men? Both had stuff on them, specifically a miniature pistol with a plastic casing that only fired two rounds. The two originally thought that it would be better if they could meet me in the arena before the wedding, and they would kill me with a cold shot.
In the end, I deserved my fate. After Mu Mu and A Ze came, I almost dragged these two brothers into the bridal dressing room and couldn't talk, so that they didn't catch the opportunity to kill me before the wedding. In the end, I could only use the last trick, trying to kill me with the bomb in the cake...
That bomb is timed! The time was calculated so that it would explode when I was cutting the cake.
To be honest, at the wedding, apart from the sixth sense in my heart, the biggest flaw that reminded me at that time was: the one who pushed the cake was a yellow man! ! This is the biggest flaw! Because I know very well that the pastry chef Ciro hired me is a senior talent of the British royal family. Even if the pastry master is too big to push the cake cart, it should be his deputy. And whether it's the pastry chef or his assistant, they are all white! !
But it happened... I was a little tired after seeing Yan Di's alcoholism, so I just said a few words casually and shortened the speaking time!
This time it exceeded their expectations again! As a result, they didn’t have time to put on makeup (they originally wanted to make up to look like a Caucasian...it’s actually very simple, just put some beard on the face, or simply put on some makeup to fool them, maybe they can cover it up). Bite the bullet and push the cake cart out! !
In the end, I saw the flaw on the spot.
These two killers caught by me were just "professional talents" who took money to kill me, and naturally they have no grudges against me. As for who actually entrusted their organization to deal with me, I don't know. They are just front-line operators who do it, and the client cannot ask.
There is only so much information in hand, and I really can't ask for more. I thought about it, and ordered: "If it's useless, just put it in a sack and throw it into the sea."
Xiao Huang didn't say anything, turned around and was about to go back to kill, but then I stopped him: "Wait!"
I thought for a while, and said: "Don't kill me, let's stay for another day. Maybe I remember something to ask again."
Then I ran to the corner to pull up the pale-faced Bucky Zhou: "Lawyer Zhou, have you finished vomiting? Come back and discuss things after vomiting."
A brother next to him had already come back with buck teeth that had already weakened his legs, and he was offered hot tea to rinse his mouth.
I asked the brothers to back off, and only Xi Luo Baoya, and Wood Aze were left in the warehouse.
"First of all, we need to find out who paid for my life." I rubbed my temples, and took a look at Baoya Zhou: "Lawyer Zhou, among us, you have the best brain, please help me think about it. "
Bao Yazhou was sitting next to Mu Mu. Mu Mu had already changed his clothes, but his body still smelled bloody. Bao Yazhou's face was a little pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have many enemies. There are not just one or two people who miss you. how could I know?"
I smiled wryly: "Well, people who want me to die... Indeed, in my current position, there are naturally quite a few people who want me to die. There must be some enemies..."
how to say? I have offended many people. The first is the Vietnamese. The Vietnamese are in Vancouver, no, it should be said that since the Vancouver riots I caused, the whole of Canada, the Vietnamese gangsters have been treated as street rats and crazily suppressed by various forces. Especially in Vancouver, the Vietnamese gang has been uprooted long ago, and there is nothing left. But I don't believe that the Vietnamese paid for my life. First, the big Ruan and the small Ruan are all finished. Without the suffering master, who has nothing to do and spends money in a hurry to avenge the two dead people? Gangsters claim to be loyal, but most of them are just deceptive slogans. Who will do things that are not beneficial? If it were you, would you spend money and effort to offend a powerful boss for the sake of so-called loyalty
Moreover, even if the Vietnamese want to fuck me, they will not ask the Chinese to do it.
So... that mercenary group called Cobra? Cobra took over the work of the Vietnamese to deal with me, but I beat and killed all the people they sent to North America. It stands to reason that people must want me to die. However, after losing the elite soldiers dispatched to North America, Cobra, an organization that was originally only a second-rate mercenary group, has even declined in strength. In the mercenary circle, self-protection is not enough, how can I have the time to trouble me? And the rule of this business is that if you spend money to help your employer to do things, if you can't get it done, there is no reason to seek revenge from someone—as a mercenary, someday you won't die? If it is said that if the mission fails and someone dies, then go to revenge, then the mercenaries all over the world should stop doing other things, and it is useless to just take revenge every day!
Well, it's not Cobra anymore, and basically I have nothing to do with this organization.
The ones who have offended the most recently are naturally those terrorists! Mr. Ramucci's revolutionary comrades... Well, these people probably hate me to death. But those people have their own terrorist careers, and they are all people who do big things. There is no reason to deal with me, right? For example, Uncle bin Laden has been arrested for so many years, and he has never seen al Qaeda kill the whole family of the American military officer who led the team.
Even if Ramucci's accomplices want me to die, it should be a bunch of Middle Eastern bearded men who come to trouble me, and they can't get involved with the Chinese.
So... the Gambino family
I laughed... Lend them a guts! The Gambino family is awesome, and it's true that I can't afford to mess with them. But now that the Rothschild family is my backer, how dare they touch me? I am now the money-making tool and partner of the Rothschild family! No matter how old Gao Qi hated me, he would not be so impulsive. As for buying murder, the Gambino family would not be so stupid as to think that the Rothschild family would not be able to find out. Old Gao Qi is a character, not such an idiot who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. He will not drag his family into danger just to vent his anger.
Clover family? Could it be that Mr. Yang Er wants to recruit me as his niece and son-in-law? In the end, I didn't marry Yang Wei, did I offend the old man? Just want to kill me
I immediately dismissed the idea with a smile. What a powerful person Mr. Yang Er is, how could he do such a foolish thing? Apart from being somewhat partial to his own son, this man is definitely a first-class hero!
So... Thorin
I frowned. Sorin will definitely not be hostile to me... But that Alan is not sure!
It can be said that Alan's current situation of falling out of favor is mostly caused by me! If I hadn't bewitched old Sorin's determination to pass on the throne to his own daughter for the sake of self-protection, then Alan would still be the unparalleled successor now! In the end, because I got in the middle, now old Sorin is definitely going to kill Allen. Although only the two of us know about my cooperation with old Sorin, there is no impenetrable wall in this world! !
But it's not right to think about it. It's difficult for Allen to report himself now. Even if he wants to do something, he will step up to grab the class and seize power! Instead of coming to trouble me.
I sighed, and finally had to bring up the name that I least wanted to mention: Ye Huan!
Ye Huan is Chinese. Ye Huan wants me to die the most, because only when I die can he be safe! But... even if Ye Huan wanted me to die, he would let the person he trusts the most do it, and he would never buy murder! Because of the relationship between me and him, the fewer people who know about it, the better!
So... Could it be the Hongmen in China
The people in the Hongmen finally discovered my identity! Then find someone to kill me
I am very famous now, not just the Fifth Master in Vancouver, Canada, or the leader of the Vancouver circle. At the same time, because of what happened to Hollywood, my head became half the sky! He is often on the front page of the news! I even appeared on the cover of Time Magazine... Such popularity must have spread to China.
The problem is, I've been ignoring this issue.
Because apart from Ye Huan and others, no one in Hongmen knows that I am still alive!
This is a very, very crucial question.
I castrated the biological son of a boss in Hongmen, so the ones who hate me the most are naturally that boss and his eunuch son. But even these two people, do they know me? do not know!
At most they know my name, my background information in China... Moreover, even the person who met me face to face, that is, the guy I beat as a eunuch, was just in high spirits after taking drugs that night You and I met each other and saw my face.
Later they cast their nets to hunt me down, but only with the photos.
But now more than two years have passed! More than two years have passed, and in their minds, I am already a dead person! !
Those underlings of Qianbai who arrested me back then naturally forgot about me, maybe they even forgot what I looked like. This principle is easy to think about: if it were you, you saw a photo of a stranger two years ago, now that two years have passed, can you still clearly remember what that stranger looked like in the photo? Who will remember? cut ~!
As for the boy I beat as a eunuch, and his father, they should be the ones who impressed me the most. But the problem is, they all think I'm a dead man! They will no longer deliberately inquire about me and track me down. Even if I heard it occasionally, the person who is now in charge of the big circle in Canada is nicknamed the fifth master—do they know who the "fifth master" is
The problem is... I've been too popular lately! !
My photos frequently appear in newspapers, magazines, and media!
I could be recognized on the street now! Then, the possibility of the photos of me, the "Chen" who is so popular in the United States, appearing in some domestic media must be very high!
Suppose, one day, that guy whom I beat up as a eunuch, or his father, flipped through a certain newspaper, and there was a picture of me on it... Well, why does this person look so familiar? Thinking about it again, no, why is it so similar to the guy who beat me up? Check again...
This is very possible.
But there is one! If they find out that I'm not dead, I'm definitely not the first to be unlucky!
It's Ye Huan! ! !
Back then, Ye Huan got my dead body to go on a business trip! ! Now that I'm not dead, Ye Huan was the first to bear the anger.
Therefore, it is very simple to identify whether the enemy of the Hongmen came to seek revenge, just check how Ye Huan is doing recently.
Xi Luo knows my background, and I have never concealed my background from him. But I don't know about buck teeth. I thought about it, and now there is no need to hide anything, so I said it on the spot.
"Lawyer Zhou, as you know, I came to Canada by smuggling and then joined the big circle. I got into a lot of trouble in China, and I couldn't stay in China before I came out. Now I suspect that it may be from China. The enemy came to the door."
Bao Yazhou looked at me, and didn't seem to care too much: "Many people in the big circle have committed crimes in the country and smuggled out. But are your enemies very powerful?"
I thought for a while: "I don't know how to put it, it's very powerful, but it's nothing... well, Hongmen, you know? When I was in China, I beat the son of a boss in Hongmen into a eunuch."
There wasn't much reaction, and Baoya Zhou just raised his eyebrows and said "oh".
Indeed, if it were me in the past, the word Hongmen would definitely make me stand tall!
But now... just one word, hum!
Facing the most powerful mafia family in the United States, I dare to face it head-on.
Hongmen is very powerful, but that depends on where. In the place of Chinese, Hongmen has a long history, Hong Kong's triads are all descended from branches of Hongmen, basically, the whole Hongmen can represent the modern history of China's underworld! However, that is in the country!
In terms of absolute power, the Hongmen may be somewhat inferior to the Mafia.
Moreover, I didn't offend the whole Hongmen, but just one of the bosses.
An organization like the Hongmen is actually similar to the Mafia. It looks huge, but it is actually relatively loose inside. The Mafia has more than 20 families in the United States, in the mountains and forests inside, and Gambino is just one of the bigger ones. The same is true for Hongmen.
If we deal with a gangster like me back then, and one boss speaks out, the other bosses of course will not refute the face of their comrades for such a trivial matter. If a gangster chase order comes down, I will not be able to mess around in China . I am a small person, killing me is just a trivial matter, find a hole to sell, do some tricks, it's not a big deal.
But who am I now? I am the leader of the big circle in Vancouver, controlling the smuggling trade on the west coast of Canada, and I am a veritable hero.
If the opponent is a low-ranking gangster, and one of the bosses of the Hongmen speaks out, naturally all the bosses will save face to help, anyway, it will not be a waste of time to issue a chasing order in the rivers and lakes. But if the opponent is a foreign underworld leader with strong power... that's different!
Under such circumstances, are the other elders in Hongmen willing to set up such a strong enemy like me? And the reason was just for a boss's personal grudge
These days, who would do things that are not beneficial!
If the whole Hongmen ganged up to fuck me, I would naturally be on the verge of a formidable enemy. But if it's just the boss on a hill below Hongmen who wants to deal with me... Damn! Who is afraid of whom!
Now I want to be famous, to have money, to have a background. Even if the Gambino family deal with me, they dare not kill me! At most, I just try to mess up my business! Gao Qi just humiliated me that day and let me go back!
Why
Just kidding, I am so famous now, news figures, celebrities... Is it for nothing? Anyone who dares to kill me will be in trouble! You kill a small person, kill and bury, no one will know. But you try to kill a celebrity! These are my talismans.
Therefore, the grievances and grievances that caused me to flee thousands of miles and escaped death all my life back then, when I tell them now, in the eyes of Bao Yazhou, it is nothing more than a sentence of "Oh, I see."
that is it.
After discussing it for a while, the final conclusion is: the biggest suspect at present is still my old enemy in China.
However, if you want to be sure of this point, the meaning of Baoya Zhou is to first check how Ye Huan is doing recently.
After coming out of the warehouse, I immediately prepared to go to the hospital to see Yan Di. And on the way, I suddenly received a call, and the caller was actually Her Royal Highness the Princess!
"Chen Yang, do you have time? I want to talk to you."
I frowned, this woman, my wedding is over, she hasn't left Vancouver yet