Hasteen Street, Vancouver.

I walked down the street with my hands in my jeans pockets and backpack on my back.

Outwardly, I was no different from most people on the street, and I came all the way to see two policemen, but I just swaggered over and walked over, their eyes just swept around me, and they didn't stay on me for a second.

I knew I was not far from success.

The van only dropped me off at a fishing company intersection in the city of Vancouver, I asked the driver for directions to Hastings Street, and I walked for almost an hour and a half to finally arrive.

I didn't take a taxi because I didn't speak English, I was afraid of revealing my stuff, and in North America, whether it was the United States or Canada, the legal awareness of the people was much stronger than in our country, and people would call the police as soon as they had any questions.

And I, after walking for nearly two hours, looked at the signs on Hastingin Street and finally smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's ridiculous to say, I don't even know the word "Hasting", and I only figured it out purely by half-guessing.

One hundred and seven Hastings Street, Vancouver.

This is the address that the fat man gave me before leaving!

In fact, on the way to come, I made a call left by the fat man in the phone booth on the side of the road, but unfortunately the phone rang for a long time, no one answered, I could only find it all the way by myself, it seems that I was lucky.

I checked the address, and that's right.

In front of me is a car wash, a small two-story building, the architectural style of the whole street is similar, the road is not wide, and there are few vehicles and pedestrians on the street.

I doubt that a car wash can be good in such a location.

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

There were two cars in the dealership, and an electric car wash assembly equipment was running and roaring.

I tightened my backpack a little, then walked in and shouted again, "Anyone?" ”

No one answered me except the sound of the car wash equipment.

I saw a few water hydrants in the corner, all of them were some car washing equipment and tools, but none of the clerks were working, which made me a little puzzled.

Inside, there was a staircase leading upstairs, and I stood downstairs and shouted, then hesitated and walked upstairs.

As soon as I reached the turn of the stairs, suddenly there was a strong music from above.

It was as if someone had turned on the stereo all of a sudden, and I was startled by the powerful music.

Upstairs was a long corridor, several rooms, the doors were open, but there was no one, I had just gone up the stairs, only half of my head poked out, I heard a "boom" in my ears!

There have been so many experiences in the past few days that I immediately recognized that it was a gunshot!

I quickly shrank my head and threw myself down, and then I heard the sound of wood cracking, and the railing on the side of the staircase was shattered by a shot, and the wood chips flew and some splashed on my face and neck.

I threw myself on the ground and couldn't help but curse, "Grass!" ”

Then, just like in a shootout movie I watched, there was a loud sound of ping-pong gunfire in my ears, and I was lying on the ground, and I saw several people rushing out of the rooms on both sides at the same time, and under the cover of the corridors on both sides, several people in different clothes raised their pistols and headed towards the end of the corridor at the same time...... That is, there was a fierce fire on the left side of me.

When I lay on the ground, I heard bullets whistling in my ears, gunshots like rain, and ping-pong for a while, so dense that it was like fried beans! The sound of glass breaking, the sound of wood breaking, one after another.

Finally, after a burst of heavy shooting, calm was restored for a short time, and the entire second floor was still reverberating with that strong and energetic music!

I was stunned, completely blinded!

I came to the address provided by the fat man, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing when I came up!

It was as if I had suddenly entered a battlefield, and there were people on the left and right shooting at each other, and the funny thing was that I was right in the middle of the two sides!

From where I was lying on my stomach, I could see three or four people hiding behind the door of the room on my right, and there seemed to be only one person on my left...... I can see it from the bombardment of bullets.

There was silence on both sides for a while, and I heard the people scolding loudly, and they didn't speak English! Not Chinese either!

However, I immediately judged from the figures of these men, their skin color, and my previous encounter at sea, that they spoke Vietnamese!

On the other side, an old voice immediately shouted, "I'll fuck you all!" The Vietnamese can't die well, if you want Lao Tzu's life, come and get it! ”

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

I immediately judged that this guy was probably the person the fat man asked me to find!

Actually, I don't need to judge too much.

I met two gangs of people fighting, and I was caught in the middle, Vietnamese on one side and Chinese on the other, and fools know who I should help!

After shouting and cursing for a while, suddenly I heard a Vietnamese shouting a few times, and then tried to lean out a little to come out, which immediately attracted the shooting of the Chinese, and the two sides fired another burst of shots, but the gunfire on the Chinese side gradually thinned out.

I'm afraid he's running out of bullets!

This thought crossed my mind.

Sure enough, the Vietnamese seemed to realize this, and one of the bold leaned out and rushed over, and in the opposite room, the Chinese cursed: "Vietnamese devil!" ”

I kept lying on the ground, when I came upstairs, those Vietnamese must have seen me, but then after a burst of shooting, I never got up, they probably thought I was dead, the Vietnamese tentatively approached the inner room, when I passed by, I suddenly bounced up from the ground, hugged him, the two of them rolled together, I had no weapon in my hand, I could only grab a piece of broken wood that I had just picked up on the ground, and put the pointed end at the base of the Vietnamese thigh and inserted it!

He screamed, and the arms that had been scuffling with me immediately softened, and I saw that the two Vietnamese in the back had raised their guns at me in surprise......

Several craters were immediately fired on the spot.

Actually, I'm lucky, this building seems to be a wooden building, and bullets don't bounce off the wood, otherwise they would have killed me just by ricocheting!

The Vietnamese man was holding the base of his thigh and screaming, blood was running all over the ground, I couldn't be sure where the log had been stuck in him, maybe it was his lifeline, maybe it was just his thigh, I let go of him, picked up his gun, and dodged behind the corner.

The Vietnamese were rolling on the ground, and from my call, I was facing him, and another Vietnamese wanted to come and save my companion on the ground, and I immediately fired two shots to force him back.

My two shots were crooked...... No way, I haven't shot much, where do I have a gun when I'm in China! But this was enough to intimidate them not to come up, the Vietnamese on the ground were bleeding more and more, I hesitated, still did not shoot him, at this time the Chinese on the other end shouted: "Which brother is coming?" these Vietnamese devils! Do you have a tumor? ”

I took a breath, I didn't understand what he said, what kind of "tumor" or something, I didn't understand, I was just about to speak, I heard a few gunshots outside.

The current situation is that I am still sandwiched between the two sides, on both sides of the corridor, they each occupy a room, and I am in the middle room, I really want to go out to meet the Chinese, but unfortunately I can't go out, as soon as I go out, I will be beaten into honeycomb coal.

Taking a breath, I shouted, "What tumor?" I'm not ......."

Bang bang a few gunshots drowned out my voice.

The Chinese inside scolded: "Mother, it's actually a girl!" ”

The situation was getting more and more chaotic, and I took advantage of the gunshots outside to look at the furnishings in this room.

The room was empty, it was obvious that it was an office, only a desk and cabinet, nothing else.

But I glanced at the window in front of me, and with a quick dash of thought, I ran over and pushed it open.

I took a breath, dodged to the door, fired a few more shots at the outside, and then jumped to the window, stretched out my legs, and stepped out.

Outside there was the street below, but luckily there was a rim under the window, so I grabbed the protrusion on the wall and quickly moved to the other side.

I judged that moving a few meters from the back of my window was the room where the Chinese was!

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

While I was crawling quickly, I wondered in my heart, why didn't that Chinese escape? If he is willing to jump out of the window, he is only three meters away from the ground, and it is easy to jump and escape.

Finally, I reached the window, smashed the glass with my elbow, and yelled, "Don't shoot, my own people!" ”

I climbed through the window, and a bone rolled on the ground, and before I could get up, I felt a chill on my neck!

I felt the cold blade against my neck, and then a voice said coldly, "What own people?" Who are you? ”

It's the voice of that Chinese!

I took a breath, then took the initiative to hand the gun in my hand backwards.

He immediately let go of the knife, took my gun, and slammed the shot a few times outside.

I rolled over, got up, and finally saw the man clearly.

He was about fifty years old, very thin, with a sideways face to me, long hair, a very convex facial contour, and a standard Chinese face shape......

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

He's sitting! Underneath the ass, is a wheelchair!

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

I looked at the muzzle, took a deep breath, looked him in the eye, and said slowly:

"Fang Dahai called me here, and the letter is in my bag."