This informant's name is Xiao, and he is a well-known minion in Los Angeles, to put it bluntly, he is a layman, but his main background is not ordinarily big, it is quite big, this informant has been mixed under this person for nearly 8 years, and because there is no good timing, the local police can't arrest him.

This dragon boss is called Jin Boss (nickname on the road), born in the territory of China, nationality was Chinese before 1976, has transferred to Japan, German nationality, is a European first-class wanted criminal, trafficking in the first tonnage, escaped from Europe into South America after entering the South American area. After infiltrating Los Angeles and disappearing for nearly 10 years, the International Police Department thought he had been killed in South America.

Although Xiao has been with Boss Kim for 8 years, but because Kim is suspicious by nature, he has not fully trusted him, in 1986 in Los Angeles to establish the South C.L.U.B., in the early 90s, the number of members exceeded 3,000, until now it has exceeded 8,000, there are only 6 Chinese, except for Xiao and Kim, the other four died in gang battles, in Los Angeles, there is nothing Kim does not know, to know Wang Jing's whereabouts, mixed into the club is a top priority.

Wang Jing's life and death were uncertain, and Dewey was at a loss.

Shaw got up early the next morning and wiped down the ***.18 (fully automatic pistol) he carried with him at his desk.

"Damn, what are you doing?" Dewey had just woken up, "the driver was carrying a gun with him? Who the hell are you?"

"I'm not a driver at all, I'm a member of the South LA Club, and I stole the taxi. Xiao Gang smiled, "But don't be nervous, I have always been in one-line contact with you Company Commander Li." ”

"You! You're a traitor!"

"To be exact, I'm a defector from the club, not Lao Li!"

Dewey's tone slowed down, "You... Is it undercover?"

Xiao subconsciously turned his head and whispered, "No, no, no, I didn't say this." ”

"Dewey, if you want to find out what happened in Los Angeles..."

"Huh?"

"Sit down a little. Shaw made the atmosphere mysterious, "You must follow me to the club." ”

"It's impossible! I've just been discharged from the army, so it's impossible for me to do this kind of thing!" Dewey directly refused.

"Have you ever thought about your fucking safety? There's a good chance your mom is in the hands of a gang in Los Angeles! It's as easy as you can lift your feet!" Shaw said excitedly.

"Why are you so excited?" Dewey stared into Shaw's eyes, "You're not the company commander's informant at all!" After saying that, Dewey suddenly threw Shaw to the ground with a sudden pounce, and Shaw was quickly controlled, "Tell me! You're... How do you know my name... And what do you know about our troops! You're a capital crime!" Dewey grabbed Shaw's neck.

Xiao's cheeks soon turned red, and the bruises were exposed.

"Ahem! ahem.... You first.... Let me go... Yes... I'm going to be you.... Kill me!"

Dewey let go of Xiao, quickly loaded the *** on the table, and pointed at Xiao's head, "Say, do you know my mother's whereabouts, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill you!!"

"Relax man, will you keep the gun down a bit?" Shaw raised his hands, "I.... Be.. I am... I'm Lao Li's informant! What's the use of you killing me, you can only rely on me to save your life!"

"Fuck! Who the hell are you!!" Dewey began to hysterical.

"Don't shoot! Don't be angry! I say I'll say I'll say!" Xiao closed his rat eyes in fright, "In order to assist the European Federal Bureau of Investigation in capturing the Chinese drug lord Kim, in 86, the European Federation learned that Jin was operating in the Los Angeles area, and reached a private agreement with the Central China Military Region... I signed a plan called 831, and the team sent me and three other anti-narcotics police officers to infiltrate Los Angeles in civilian clothes to arrest them. Unexpectedly, within two years, these three people... My identity has been exposed, and I am dead! I am dead! I am so miserable!" Xiao shook his head, "I am a platoon commander under Company Commander Li! But at the time of the incident, I had already retired and been assigned to the Drug Enforcement Bureau in the coastal area.... Now only I have the possibility to complete Project 831! If you kill me, you will go to court-martial!"

"How can I believe you? It's all yours!"

"Come here, I'll show you something!"

Shaw takes Dewey to a remote area (off from downtown Los Angeles), where there is a safe house for Shaw, who is unaware of the house.

As soon as I entered the house, a strange smell came to my nose. Shaw turned on the light.

"Damn, this place is broken!"

Shaw went to the inner room to pick up something, and Dewey waited in the outhouse, and inadvertently he saw that the wall was covered with photos of Company Commander Li and him, and the walls were covered with camouflage uniforms, which had to make Dewey believe in Shaw's true identity.

"Look, this is the official seal of the 831 Project Brigade!" Shaw handed Dewey a yellowed document, which looked like it had been some years.

It really has the official seal of the special operations brigade directly under the Central China Military Region! There are also the signatures of all cadres above the company commander level, which can confuse Dewey.

"You should believe it now, right? I don't know what your mother has to do with Project 831, since you have to figure out the ins and outs of this matter..."Xiao quickly pulled out a pistol from his belt and quickly loaded it, "You have to get on your way!"

Dewey was in a daze, "What do you mean?"

"Join the South Club! Shaw narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger of the pistol, but there were no bullets.

"Think for yourself! Now only I can save you!"

Dewey hesitated a little, "Is this an undercover operation?"

"No matter how you understand it, I can't complete Project 831 alone, right?"

I don't know whether it was public or private, but Dewey still made a decision.

In the evening, Shaw and Dewey go to a downtown café, and Shaw says he has something to explain.

"If you want to join the South Club, you have to get Kim's attention. The day after tomorrow, there was a large-scale transaction here, with a full 300 catties! Jin wanted to monopolize this batch of goods. Shaw looked around cautiously, like a thief.

"You mean... Is there a shortage of people with the surname Kim?" Dewey already understood what Shaw meant.

"That's right! He's going to do a big deal! There aren't enough people around, so I've been looking for a candidate these days, and it's hard not to attract his attention when you suddenly appear at this time!" Xiao was very proud of his plan, and turned his wine glass with his wrist.

"So the guy surnamed Kim will come the day after tomorrow?"

"No, Kim won't come, but the people closest to him will come forward, if you do what I say the day after tomorrow, you will be targeted by the gang in a few days!"

"It's too troublesome and too dangerous! You just tell the guy surnamed Jin that a friend of yours wants to join the club!"

"No! You're wrong! Boss Jin and I rarely meet, although I am his closest subordinate, I mostly contact him by satellite phone, the last time I saw him was 3 years ago, he can't show up so easily, but the day after tomorrow you make a big enough move, maybe he will come. And tell him directly that you can only mix at the bottom of the club at most, and when the time comes, you won't know anything!"

Dewey lowered his head, and he thought of his mother's appearance again.

"I'll listen to you!"

Kim told Shaw by phone that the sneak attack was scheduled for 8 a.m. sharp.

The night before the incident, Dewey didn't sleep all night, because he knew that he was going to kill someone, and this time not for the party and the country, but to save his mother.

Before 6 o'clock the next morning, Shaw pulled Dewey into the car and rushed to the opposite squatting point opposite the café, and Shaw had already taken the equipment into the car. Unzipped, there was only a pistol and two full braided **, and there was only one body armor.

"You're sending me to death?" Dewey spread his hands.

"No, it's just made it more difficult for you, the body armor is mine, not yours, I'll take you away after the operation!"

"Why the fuck are you wearing body armor if you don't risk it, you want me to die?" Dewey grabbed Shaw by the collar.

"Let go of me, don't you take a fucking risk to make Kim fall in love with you?" Xiao was furious, and the sunglasses on his face were shaken off.

At half past seven, Dewey loaded into the café, sat down according to the seat given by Shaw, ordered a cup of coffee and waited quietly, the gun was pinned to his waist, and the insurance was not opened!

At about 8 o'clock, three black cars stopped at the door, and a dozen people came down, all of whom looked like extremely treacherous businessmen, and these people entered the private room on the second floor under the leadership of the waiter.

"Dewey, Dewey, did you hear me? Shaw yelled over the radio, "Find a chance to kill the guard outside the private room, change his clothes! And this café is directly affiliated with the gang, and even the waiters are gang members! You must keep an eye out!"

"I see. Somehow, Dewey had no emotions about the gang fighting that was about to break out.

"Remember! The transaction time is usually not too long, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of the police! You have to hurry up and be a guard! Contact me after you finish cleaning up!"

After saying that, Xiao immediately cut off the radio communication.

Dewey drank his coffee, observed the topography of the café, and quickly imagined in his mind the best way to get out.

"Ahh Gotta go to the bathroom!waiter!"

"Sir, what's wrong with you, I'll take you to the bathroom. A waiter helped Dewey up to the bathroom on the second floor.

Dewey and the guard glanced at each other as they passed the trading room.

"Sir, the bathroom is inside! you just turn left!" the waiter smiled and pointed ahead.

Dewey slowly wiped the clutter from the corner of his mouth, "Come here." Dewey spoke broken English.

The waiter stepped forward, and Dewey immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist, slammed the handle of the pistol on his temple, and dragged him into the toilet. Threw people in and locked the door.

"Dead thing, you need to get a good night's sleep!"

Dewey, dressed as a waiter, swaggered out of the toilet.