I guess from Ciro's age that his father must have been born in the fifties. At that time, almost the whole country regarded [**] as an idol, so it was normal for Ciro's father to own this vinyl record.

It's just that in a foreign country, listening to the chairman's poems resounding through the streets and alleys of the capitalist world, there is really a thrilling feeling that is difficult to describe......

I suddenly had a crazy idea that if I had the opportunity to go to the United States, I heard that people were allowed to demonstrate in front of the White House in Washington, as long as the formalities were legal...... Then one day, I really want to carry a record player to the White House and put the horn in the window of the White House and put the [**] poetry for the day! Let the poems of the great revolutionary leaders resound in the heart of this capitalist hegemonic power!

Young people are crazy, and I casually told Ciro about this idea, and he was a little excited, and he agreed again and again. And just like that, I quickly got acquainted with this guy.

This place of the eighth master is very good...... I can't say a good one. I always feel that the atmosphere here is like the kind of state-owned enterprises in China 20 years ago, or like in the army.

Everyone stayed in the dormitory, ate a big pot of rice, and the atmosphere was very popular.

In the evening Ciro took me to the "cafeteria".

I was a little amused to hear that.

Canteen!

It's a word that is rarely heard even in China now, even some large old state-owned enterprises, or colleges and universities, have changed their names to restaurants.

The canteen here is actually a large converted warehouse, with several rows of tables, chairs and stools, and everyone carrying a plastic plate in their hands to the window to eat.

The food was also good, the pork balls were stewed with Chinese cabbage, and the rice was still a little hard, but I was already very satisfied. I saw that the eighth master was also eating here, but I didn't see the seventh uncle. Uncle Seven doesn't seem to know where he went.

The eighth master sat at a round table at the front, and there were five or six people at that table. They are all about the same age as the eighth master. Men around fifty years old, they were talking in a low voice while eating, and the expression of the eighth master was a little serious, and his face was a little deep.

The other people, all wearing the work clothes in the garage, and when they walked past the table of the eighth master with a plate, they were all subconsciously light and did not dare to make a mistake.

I can see that these people's respect for the eighth master is sincere!

I waited two days. Stayed here for two days. But the eighth master didn't look for me anymore.

For the past two days, I was arranged to wash my car in the garage. My job is to carry buckets of water and flush them clean.

During the day, I talked in the morning, and the work was over at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then I went to the gym on the ground floor with Ciro and the others to exercise.

I can say that when I first came here, I had a very relieved feeling that the atmosphere here was very good, and I felt like I had found an organization. Found a home away from home.

But after two days, I was a little depressed.

Because! I'm not here to wash my car in Canada!

I don't know what the eighth master wants to arrange for me, what he wants me to do. But I'm at least sure of my own thoughts, I crossed the Pacific Ocean and crossed the sea, not just to be a little car washer!

I'm starting to get a little depressed. But it's only in the afternoon when I'm practicing with Ciro that I'm a little bit happier.

These rough men around them. All very nice people! Exercising with them every day, occasionally fighting two fights with gloves and hoods, sweating, and then a dozen men showering together naked, this feeling is also very pleasant.

However, Ciro asked me for advice on boxing, and I hesitated for a moment and told him that my punch was a killer move taught by my master. It can't be easily passed on to others. It's not that I'm stingy, it's that I can't break Master's rules.

Ciro was a little disappointed, but it will be fine after a while. I can't teach him that heavy hand, but I can still teach him some traditional martial arts techniques. This kid is a little athletic talent, the flexibility of the body and the coordination of the xìng are first-class, and he is willing to endure hardships, even when I taught him to Zama at the beginning, he only began to cry a few bitter, and then he actually gritted his teeth and persevered!

The other men all laughed crookedly, but only the younger ones laughed, and some of the older ones, in their thirties or forties, did not laugh. I can see that these people have the ability to see and know that this is real kung fu.

Rìzi passed without heart and lungs. It's been a week, and the eighth master still hasn't looked for me.

And these days, I can't even see the eighth master. He doesn't come to the cafeteria anymore...... I even wonder if he forgot about me. I use my daily work as a vent...... Even the practice of boxing is used as a vent! When I was practicing with those guys, I was getting more and more irritable.

"Damn!"

I gave it to one side, and my legs swept over like a whirlwind. Ciro had raised his arms to protect his chest, but he was still swept to the ground by my kick. couldn't help but scold, and then lay on the ground and gasped: "You're crazy!" Why are these two days like eating gunpowder? ”

I stood and gritted my teeth and threw away the gloves, then went over and reached out to pull him up.

I feel like there's a fire buried in my heart! It's been burning and burning in my heart for the past two days, which makes people feel uncomfortable! I'm going crazy!

Without saying a word, I pulled Ciro up, then shook my head to signal him to stop.

I don't think I'm emotionally right, keep fighting, I'm afraid of hurting Ciro.

To be honest, after a week of good food and drink, I feel like my body has almost fully recovered. And I've been exercising every day for a week...... You know, when I was in China, there were too many stable rìzi, and I haven't practiced for a long time!

I slowly walked to the corner of the wall, a brother was holding a sandbag, I went over to him, patted him, and motioned for him to give way. He glanced back at me and stepped aside.

I've had a few fights with these brothers this week, except for two or three old guys and Ciro, who can fight me for a while, and the others basically can't get past me. The way these people look at me now is very different from when I first arrived.

I held the sandbag to keep it from shaking, and then slowly stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps.

I took a deep breath and did two prep moves on the spot.

At this time, everyone around me could see that I might be about to make a move, and some people stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

I took a few deep breaths, then suddenly exhaled and snapped! Then I sped towards the sandbag, and when I was about two or three steps away, I kicked the ground with my feet!

I bounced up, and then in mid-air, twisted my waist, raised my leg and gave a roundabout side kick!

The muffled sound spread almost immediately throughout the underground gym, and then I saw the sandbag shake violently, and flew out with a snap!

The rope hanging from it snapped off, and the sandbag slammed into the corner, cracking the entire outer leather and spilling the sand all over the ground!

"I'm cāo!" The first to exclaim was Ciro, and then everyone in the audience was inhaling cool air. I heard someone sigh quietly, "Damn, is this kid still human?" Damn, he's the reincarnation of Bruce Lee......"

In addition, some people laughed and scolded: "Stupid, this is real kung fu!" Our ancestors' stuff! ”

After Ciro screamed, he looked at me in a daze, watching me stand there gasping and the muscles in my face were throbbing.

At this time, our boss, the oldest middle-aged man, came over, patted Xiluo in the back, and then said to him: "Xiao Wu's mood is not quite right in the past two days, don't practice with him, be careful of hurting yourself." ”

After taking a shower, I went back to my room after dinner with Ciro. Ciro suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "Damn, by the way, there is a battle report tonight!" Look! ”

"What battle report?" I was stunned for a moment.

Ciro shook his head: "Didn't you hear what they were talking about during dinner at night?" We had a fight with the Vietnamese! ”

I shook my head, I was depressed when I was patronizing someone during the meal, where was I still in the mood to listen to them chatting?

Ciro had already turned on the very dilapidated TV, and it was still colorful! Then he tuned into a channel and saw a female announcer who looked like she was Asian.

To my surprise, she was actually talking about Chinese Ciro and explained with a smile: "This is Vancouver!" A quarter of Vancouver's population is Asian, with Chinese Americans making up the majority, so there are Chinese TV shows and Chinese newspapers! ”

I nodded.

Ciro stopped talking to me and watched the TV intently, and then, excitedly, he exclaimed, "Here it is, here it is!" ”

“…… The news of this station ...... "The female announcer on TV reported in a serious tone: "In the early hours of this morning, there was a vicious shooting and murder incident at a gas station in East Hasting, this city! Two Asian men were suddenly shot by an unknown snatching handgun while parking, and they were shot several times!

According to the eyewitness account of the supermarket staff at the gas station, the two victims were parking to refuel at that time, and the gunman appeared from both sides at the same time, without any conversation between the two sides, immediately fired several shots at the victim with a pistol, and then drove the victim's car to quickly flee the scene! In addition, according to the latest news, the two victims have died on the way to the hospital for rescue, and the identities of the victims have been verified, and it has been confirmed that neither of them has any legal identity, and the Jǐng side suspects that the two are Vietnamese smugglers.

At present, the Jǐng side has expressed suspicions that the shooting case is related to the vendetta of the underworld......"

In the evening, we were suddenly called out of the room and called to the warehouse behind the garage!

I noticed a car parked here, and Ciro and I, along with a dozen or so workers present, were told to get to work.

It was a red Mustang off-road car, the license plate was gone, and I could clearly see that there were a few bullet holes in the windshield of the car! And the doors of the car, as well as the tires, are stained with some blood!

Seeing this, I remembered the news I saw today, and I understood something almost immediately!

We have more than a dozen workers, holding various tools, spot welding guns, cutters, and some skilled repair workers...... We opened the front cover of the car's engine, and then quickly removed all the mechanical parts inside!

tires, spindles, and so on and so forth...... All the parts of the car were all taken out, and there were people waiting behind them, and they took the tools, easily erased the number and imprint on the engine, marked it with a new one, and then did some processing.

After all that was last night, all that remained of the car was a shell...... There are no tires, and the seat cushion inside has been removed......

Then we picked up the spray gun again and started the action on the shell of the car.

We actually changed the paint out of the car, and then the car was ordered to have a quadruple row of lights, and some changes were made to the doors and rear of the car......

Finally proceed with the disassembly......

A car that was originally intact was shattered into countless pieces almost overnight. Dismembered into countless parts.

I know the parts, the engine, the spark plugs, the oil pipes. And so on, these will be used in the future when the mechanic repairs the car to someone else's customer, and if there is a need to replace it, it will be used immediately.

And modifying the roof will not be wasted. Because there are often customers who come here in their own cars and ask to modify their cars a little more, such as modifying the roof to make a row of lights, or raising the rear of the car, which looks very unusual......

We were busy all night. Until dawn!

At dawn, I can say for sure......

That car. It's completely non-existent!

I'm even sure that there's almost nothing that makes it possible for people to see it! Because this car is completely non-existent!

It is divided into countless parts, which are then assembled into countless cars...... I think even if it's an immortal, I can't find out!

I knew it was necessary.

For the lost vehicle, the jǐng party usually goes to the black car market to check, but now that the car has been reduced to zero, how can it be checked?

We, the workers, had a busy night. No one was tired and their eyes were red, and then we were allowed to skip work during the day, and then some of the older leaders told us to go back and rest.

I washed my hands, washed the oil off my hands, and was about to go back to my room with Ciro when I was stopped.

"Chen Yang."

I turned around, but I saw a person under the eighth master, and I seemed to have seen him once in the eighth master's room last time.

My heart jumped, and I heard him say to me, "Come with me." The eighth master wants to see you. ”

I subconsciously glanced at Ciro, there was some envy in his eyes, but he didn't speak. Smiled at me and left alone.

I followed the man out and came to another warehouse, which was a large repair workshop, so late, I saw that there were still many workers busy, they seemed to be modifying cars, and the harsh light of electric welding made me subconsciously avoid my eyes.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, I stood on the railing and looked down, and I saw two men standing on the side, both in simple coats...... They weren't wearing their overalls here, which surprised me.

Because I've been here for a week, people from outside aren't allowed to come in unless it's my own people here!

However, I didn't say much, but followed the eighth master's men to the flashing door.

"Let's go inside." The man looked at me.

I pushed the door and went in, and saw that the eighth master was sitting on a chair, dragging his chin with one hand, as if he was pondering something.

"Eighth Master." I walked up to him and stood still, and whispered.

He came to his senses, looked up at me, and then pointed to a couch by the wall, "Sit down." ”

I sat down on the couch by the wall, and behind me was the window, and downstairs outside the window, the workers were busy modifying their cars.

The eighth master handed me a cigarette first, and then smiled: "I've been here for a week, how do you feel?" ”

……… Very good. I replied calmly, "It's very good here, and everyone is very nice to me." ”

"Hmm." The eighth master smiled, then casually took out a large brown paper envelope from the table and gently threw it to me: "This is yours." ”

I was stunned, opened it and looked at it, it was all some documents, and I couldn't help but look up at the eighth master.

"Your legal status." The eighth master smiled, his smile had a unique charm, very peaceful, very affinity: "In the future, you will not be a black household, even if you meet jǐng cha on the street, you don't have to be afraid, you now have a passport and a visa, you don't have to be afraid of people at the immigration bureau." However, your visa is temporary, only for three months, and after three months, I will help you get real permanent status. ”

"Thank you, Eighth Master!" I looked at him solemnly.

"You got it from the fat man, no matter what, I'll take care of you." The eighth master said lightly: "I heard that you seem to have some emotional problems this afternoon?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, but then I realized that it must have been the boss of the gym who told the eighth master.

I hesitated a little, but decided it would be better to be honest.

"I'm in a bad mood." I looked at the eighth master, and looked at him without shying away: "Eighth master." I jumped into the sea, and the sea is also a life of death, and I finally got here, I wanted to do something! One way or another. At least I don't want to be just a little car washer here for the rest of my life! For a week, I've been bored working here, and I feel ......"

"Think it's unpromising?" The eighth master smiled, and there was a hint of deep meaning in his smile: "Think Rìzi is very depressed? ”

I didn't speak, I just acquiesced.

"Young man." He rubbed his temples, then looked at me deeply, suddenly stood up, and walked to the window.

He turned his back to me and looked out the window at the busy workers below: "Do you see them?" ”

"See."

"They're all my people! There are also many of them who are good at fighting! There are many like you. It's all jumping into the sea to come here! They all have their own enthusiasm and want to do big things! They all depend on me for food now. Do the work for me...... Why can my eighth master stand in Canada! Because I have many brothers! These things under my hands are really convinced! Every single one of them will willingly go out and die for me! ”

He turned around, and his originally green face actually showed a hint of expression: "Do something big!" Everyone wants to do big! But how can there be so many big things in the world for you to do? Everyone wants to come out, everyone wants to be on top! But opportunities are always few! Do you think we are the American zhèngfǔ? Every day the whole world is looking for a place to fight? After fighting Afghanistan and Iraq, and after fighting Iraq and Iran? Where is there so much big stuff for you to do?? ”

He suddenly sighed and shook his head. Whispered, "I'm old...... Over the years, I have been in and out here, I don't know how many people, many of them are hot-blooded young people like you, with extraordinary skills, all of them have a heart higher than the sky, and they want to do great things and get ahead...... But how many survived in the end? I've seen too much and sent too many people into coffins...... They're all good boys! What about you? Everybody wants me to give you a chance, but do I like to send you to death? ”

He changed his tone again and looked at me, "You're new to the land...... New after all! Don't forget that. My eighth master has a lot of brothers to take care of. Some people have been waiting with me for two years. For three years, I didn't have the opportunity to go out and do things! How long have you been here? One week! Got on fire in a hurry? Can't help it? No one is worse than the other! With me, all brothers are equal! I'm not going to look at you especially just because you're a fat man! If you are allowed to go at any opportunity, then what will my other brothers think of me! What will they think of you! You were sent by a fat man, and I will help you play your identity, these are all favors. But when doing things, you can't pay attention to human feelings! ”

I was silent.

I understand that what the eighth master said is very reasonable. He was not wrong in doing so.

Yes, others have been waiting here for so long, why, as soon as I came, let me come out on top?

Seeing my lost expression, the eighth master suddenly smiled again, patted me on the shoulder, comforted me, and said, "However, you are indeed very capable, and I understand." You're very good at fighting, you're very skilled. I won't be blind. As I said, you can't do things with human feelings. I only look at the ability! You really have the ability, and I won't let your ability go to waste! Well...... I came to you today for two main things, the first is to get your identification certificate for you, and the second is to ......"

He smiled a little mysteriously, looked at me, and said gently, "I'll give you a chance now." ”

I'm jīng God shakes up!

In the wee hours of the morning, I had already packed a few clothes, and then I got into a car, which was under the office of the eighth master last night, and the workers had modified the car.

I sat in the front passenger seat. It was the subordinate of the eighth master who drove the car.

In the back of the car, there were two men, the two men in coats I saw last night in the eighth master's garage.

The two men looked very cold, one did not like to smile, and the other kept a smile on his face...... But I still think he's cold.

Because even when he is laughing, there is a hint of sharpness in his eyes!

Both men were forty miles away, obviously Chinese, with their hands in their pockets, got in the car and began to sleep, without saying a word to me.

The car soon drove out of Vancouver and headed north.