Evil Awe-Inspiring

Vancouver Hastings Street.

I wore the suit Captain Wake gave me, a cotton jacket, dark. The size is slightly oversized, but I put my hands in my pockets and it was not too conspicuous. The backpack behind me was very casual.

In appearance, I am no different from most people on the street. I came all the way to see the two policemen, but I walked around with such a big swing, their eyes just swept around me, without staying on me for a second.

I know I'm not far from success.

The van only sent me to the intersection of a fishing company in Vancouver. I asked the driver for directions to Hastings Street, and then I walked for nearly an hour and a half to finally arrive.

I didn't take a taxi because I didn't speak English and I was afraid of showing stuffing. In North America, whether it is the United States or Canada, the national legal awareness is much stronger than in our country. When people have any questions, they will call the police as soon as possible!

And I, after walking for almost two hours, looked at the sign on Hastings Street and finally sighed with relief.

It's ridiculous to say that I don't even recognize the word "Hasting" just by half guessing.

B1, 107 Hastings Street, Vancouver.

This is the address that the fat man gave me before I left!

In fact, on the way just now, it was the number that the fat man left me. I called in the phone booth on the side of the road, but unfortunately the phone rang for a long time and no one answered. I can only find it all the way. It seems I'm lucky.

Contrast the address, yes.

Right in front of it is a car wash shop, a low-rise two-story building, the building style of the entire street is similar, and the road is not wide. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the street.

I am very doubtful, how can the business be good if the car wash shop is located in such a location?

The door of the car wash was wide open. I stood at the door and shouted, but no one answered me. There is not even a clerk inside.

There were two cars in the garage, and an electric car washing equipment was running, making a roar.

I tightened the backpack behind me slightly, then walked in and shouted again, "Anyone?"

Except for the sound of car washing equipment, no one answered me.

I saw a few water spouts in the corner, which were all car washing equipment and tools. But no clerk was working, which made me a little bit puzzled.

Going inside, there is a staircase leading upstairs. I stood down and shouted. Then hesitated for a moment and stepped upstairs.

As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs, there was a burst of strong music.

It was as if someone had turned on the sound, and the intense music came, which surprised me.

Upstairs is a long corridor with several rooms and the doors are open. But nobody was there. As soon as I got up the stairs, I reached out half of my head and heard a boom in my ear!

Too many experiences these days, I immediately recognized that it was the sound of gunfire!

I quickly shrank my head and fell, and then heard the sound of wood cracking in my ears. The railing on the side of the staircase was smashed by a shot, and the sawdust was flying. Some splashed onto the face and neck.

I fell to the ground and couldn't help but curse "Fuck!"

Next, it was as if I had watched a shootout movie. The ping-pong pong shots in my ears are loud, and I lie on the ground, and I see several people coming out of the good hand room and the happy room next to each other. By the cover of the corridor rooms on both sides, several people in different clothes Hold a pistol and walk towards the corridor at the same time ... that is, a violent shot at the left side of me.

When I was lying on the ground, I heard bullets whistling around my ears, the sound of gunfire like rain, and ping-pong-ping for a while, as dense as fried beans! The sound of glass breaking, the sound of wood breaking, one after another.

After a violent shooting finally, there was a brief restoration of calmness, and the entire second floor still echoed that intense and powerful music!

I stayed, completely blind!

I came from the address provided by the fat man, but I did not expect to encounter this kind of thing!

It was as if I suddenly broke into a battlefield. There are people shooting at each other on the left side, and it is ridiculous that my position is exactly in the middle of the two sides!

From where I lie on my side, the angle can see the people hiding on the right behind the door of the room. There are three or four people on my right, and there seems to be only one person on my left ... .

The two sides were quiet for a while, and I heard those people shouting aloud, they didn't speak English! Not Chinese!

However, from the figure of these people and their skin color, plus my previous experience at sea, I immediately judged that they spoke Vietnamese!

On the other side, a Cang Lao's voice immediately called and yelled: "All of you mothers! The Vietnamese must not die, want Lao Tzu's life, come and take it!"

The voice is very strong, full of mid-term, and speaks Chinese.

I immediately judged that this guy is most likely the one the fat man asked me to find!

In fact, I don't need to judge more.

I met two groups of people who were fighting and were caught in the middle. One side was Vietnamese and the other was Chinese. The fool knew who I should help!

I called and scolded for a while. Suddenly I heard a Vietnamese shouting a few times, and then tried to look outside and point out, and immediately attracted the Chinese people to fire. But the sound of gunfire on the Chinese side was getting thinner.

He's almost out of bullets!

I had this thought in my mind.

Sure enough, the Vietnamese seemed to realize this, and one of them ventured forward and rushed forward. In the room opposite, the Chinese yelled: "Vietnamese ghost!"

I've been lying on the ground. When I came upstairs, those Vietnamese must have seen me, but after they shot for a while, I never got up. They probably thought I was dead. The Vietnamese tried to move towards the room inside. Approaching when passing by me. Suddenly I bounced off the ground, twisted him together, and the two hugs rolled together. I didn't have a weapon in my hand, I could only grab a piece of broken wood I just picked up on the ground and point the pointed end toward The thigh roots of the Vietnamese are inserted!

He screamed, the arms that had been writhing with me immediately softened, and I saw the two Vietnamese in the back have exclaimed and raised their guns at me, quickly hugged the inside and rolled in, the two together Rushed into a room. I heard my brain bang bang ...

I rolled out, and several craters were shot out of the ground immediately.

In fact, I am very lucky. This building seems to be a wooden building. The bullets will not rebound if they are shot in the wood. Otherwise, just jumping can kill me!

The Vietnamese screamed holding his thigh. Blood ran down the ground, and I wasn't sure where the pointed wood was inserted. Maybe it was his life or his thigh. I let go of him, but picked up his gun and flashed Hiding behind the corner.

Vietnamese rolled on the ground. From my name, I was right in front of him, and another Vietnamese wanted to come and rescue his companions on the ground. I fired two shots at once and forced him back.

My two shots were crooked ... No way, I did n’t shoot much. Where can I use a gun when mixing in China? But this was enough to intimidate them from coming up. The Vietnamese on the ground bleed more and more blood, and I hesitated, but still didn't shoot him. At this time, the other Chinese yelled, "Which brother is here? Mom's **** a bunch of Vietnamese devils! Are there any tumors?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't understand what he said, something like a "tumour". I don't even understand. As soon as I was about to speak, I heard a few bangs outside.

The situation now is that I'm still sandwiched between the two sides. On each side of the corridor, they each occupy a room, and I'm in the middle room. I really wanted to go out to the Chinese bout, but unfortunately I couldn't go out, as soon as I went out, I would be beaten into honeycomb coal.

Breathed. I shouted, "What tumor? I'm not ..."

Bangs, bangs, a few gunshots over my voice.

The Chinese inside scolded: "Mum, don't you understand me? I'm not here for an SB!"

It's getting more and more chaotic. I can't understand the words of this guy. I took a look at the furnishings in this room while the gunshot was outside.

The room was very empty. It could be seen that it was an office, there was only one table and a cabinet, and nothing else.

But I glanced at the window in front of me, and my heart moved, and I ran quickly and pushed away.

I took a breath, flashed to the door and fired a few shots outside, deterring the other side, then quickly jumped to the window and stretched out my legs.

Outside is the street below, but fortunately there is a window edge under the window. I grabbed the protruding part on the wall, and quickly moved on the other side.

I judged that moving a few meters behind this window in my place was the room where the Chinese was located!

The height from the ground here is not too high, only about three meters.

As I climbed quickly, I was wondering why the Chinese fled? If he was willing to jump through the window, it would be no more than three meters from the ground, and he would easily jump down and escape.

Finally, I got to the window, smashed the glass with a punch, and shouted, "Myself, don't shoot!"

I smashed into the window and went in, a bone rolled on the ground, and before I got up, I felt a cold on my neck!

I felt the blade coldly close to my neck, holding the handle with one hand, it was very stable, and then a cold voice said, "What are you? Who are you?"

That Chinese voice!

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He immediately released the knife, took my gun, and slammed a few times at the outside.

I turned around, got up, and finally saw the man.

He is about fifty years old, very thin, facing me side by side, with long hair, a prominent contour, and a standard Chinese face ...

I finally know why he didn't jump out of the window to escape!

He is doing it! Below the butt, there is a wheelchair!

This man fired two shots outside, then turned around and pointed me at the gun: "Who are you? I haven't seen you!"

I looked at the muzzle, took a deep breath, looked at his eyes, and then slowly said:

"Blades of Fire!"