Chapter 29 [Fires occur on all sides] (Part 2)

At noon the next day, on the street in front of the largest Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, this is the territory of the largest Chinese Gang "Nanyang Hometown Association" in the entire Chinatown, and this restaurant belongs to their industry.

At noon, a black car suddenly drove from the east side of the street, like a wild horse, rushed to the door of the restaurant, with the roaring sound of the car engine and the harsh brakes... Then, under the surprised gaze of many people, two or three thin men with faces and covered in the car, carrying a bucket in their hands, and without saying a word, they splashed towards the door of the restaurant...

Wow!

The strong smell of fishy blood immediately filled the air. As the people around him screamed in horror, the two men shouted a few words in Vietnamese: "Chinese, this is just the beginning of revenge!"

Immediately, they got into the car and left quickly.

Someone called the police and recorded the license plate number of the car, but after the police checked, the car was reported to have been lost by the owner an hour before the incident.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, an attack occurred near the Indian neighborhood.

There is an Indian-run construction company, but it is actually a gangster. Indian gangsters use it to launder money here. At three o'clock in the afternoon, when a person in charge of the company walked out of the door surrounded by several subordinates, a car suddenly flew over the surroundings.

In the car, several people in Arab costumes, wearing long robes, headscarves, and covered faces were holding guns. As the car rushed past, they rushed over. The bullets smashed the surrounding cars, walls and glass like raindrops. The Indian hid behind a trash can, surrounded by his subordinates. When they rushed out, the car had run away without a trace.

At six o'clock in the evening, several Iranians fled to the territory that originally belonged to the Vietnamese gang. As a result, they had just walked through a street and were dragged into a box with their heads covered and beaten up without saying a word. After the beating, the people who beat them warned them in Chinese: "Now our Chinese gang will take over this territory! You are not allowed to come here in the future!"

At four o'clock in the morning, at a settlement of Vietnamese immigrants, someone called the police and said that a car bomb was found here. As a result, the police blocked the road and finally eliminated the danger. It was a false alarm. Just as the police were about to withdraw the team, a garbage can less than 500 meters away from the scene was blown into the sky in a loud bang...

After dawn, the entire Vancouver gangster was in chaos!

The Arabs began to find trouble for the Chinese gang. The Chinese gangs began to find Vietnamese, while the Indians found people to threaten the Arabs and accused them of suddenly turning against each other...

The police were even more busy. On the one hand, they searched for the person who called the fake police and found the bomb that was placed in the trash can. On the other hand, organizations in several countries in the underworld were ready to go, looking at them with a fierce look. At the beginning, the police invited several gangs to have tea, but some went there but some land did not go there.

In the afternoon, the first ones to start fighting were the Arabs and Indians.

The Indian gang sent people to avenge the attack. They sent people to throw a tear gas bomb into a restaurant controlled by the Arabs, but they were caught in a slow movement. The Arabs were beaten to death, which immediately triggered a small-scale battle between the two sides. A fifteen-minute gunfight broke out on a street. The police sent three teams to block the there. At the same time, the minds of several gangs in India and several Arab leaders were forcibly summoned into the police station.

The Chinese Gang had little trouble, but the Iranians later provoked several times, and the Chinese Gang was patient, but some people below had a conflict with the Iranians and injured seven or eight.

This is the second day.

On the third day, things expanded.

Almost overnight, the sound of the police car whistle sounded all night on the long Hesting Street! At the beginning, a house caught fire and the fire spread very hard. When the firefighters arrived at the site, they found that the burned items actually included twenty kilograms of drugs!

In this house, there were already more than a dozen addicts, all of them were caught. After that, several gangs began to argue with each other. With the friction the day before, the fight officially started after dawn!

In just one day, the police stations in various districts of Vancouver were almost overcrowded. When they walked into the police station, there were all guys who looked like good people who looked like they didn't look like good people. Half of them were covered with injuries.

The cells in the police station were almost impossible to fill.

In this case, the police were anxiously looking for the leaders of major gangs, demanding that they restrain themselves and ordering them to cease fire...

Even the police used some tough measures to arrest several gang bosses... As a result, hundreds of people gathered downstairs of the police station to demonstrate, and strongly demanded that the police release people... Even several newspapers and TV stations in Vancouver reported on it, and in the end, even NBC and CNN reporters came.

Originally, the small friction turned into big friction... and the police's most wrong plan was that they should not "invite" several gangster bosses back.

Once the people below lose their leader, they will become chaotic... and if someone secretly provokes and adds fuel to the fire, it will be difficult to deal with.

In the end, it evolved into snatching territory!

After the Vietnamese contracted and hid, they left a piece of territory, which was a few blocks, and in the eyes of various gangs, it was undoubtedly a piece of fat! However, because of the previous deterrence of the Vietnamese, no one dared to touch this territory yet. In addition to our large circle, they seemed to know that we and the Vietnamese would have to do something big sooner or later. If we take over the territory now, we may not be able to get benefits.

However, once chaos gets messy, the situation becomes chaotic and loses control, people are not so calm.

After all, gangs are always gangsters. Without strict discipline and strict organization, it is impossible to act as rigorous as the army. Once the people below are splashing, the boss above may not be able to restrain them!

Soon, the territory left by the Vietnamese began to be eroded, and several gangs fought against each other during this period.

After I recalled many brothers outside in our large circle of territory, the control on some territory will naturally weaken significantly. At this time, everyone's eyes are red, and it is inevitable that someone will come to find trouble.

I ordered the core elements of the real circle to not be allowed to go out in the repair yard. The outside places and the territory are all under the supervision of those outside personnel. Soon, we went to one place after another.

At the beginning, the other party was still restrained, just to test it and see how we reacted. But seeing that we didn't move, they probably thought that the big circle was defeated and did not dare to stand out. So they blatantly grabbed the territory.

There, almost all policemen canceled their leave, and the number of patrol cars on the street doubled.

Most importantly, the deterioration of public security situation has caused many democratic groups to rallies at the gates of the municipal government every day to protest and demonstrate. This has also dispersed some of the police forces to maintain order...

A long time later, an old gangster once said this: "I have been in Vancouver for half my life. Except for the time when the big circle just landed in Canada, I have never seen Vancouver in such chaos."

"Xiao Wu. Drink some?" Siro handed me a bottle of water.

Instead of drinking, I poured it on my head and wiped my face hard.

I applied some black shoe polish to my face, and the skin on my face turned black. I pulled off the turban on my head and threw it on the ground - it was a typical Arab outfit.

The inferior shoe polish hurt my skin, which made me feel a little painful, but I don’t care about this little thing anymore.

"How much blood is left?" I glanced at Xi Luo.

"It's all used up." Xiluo smiled bitterly. His face was also black and white: "We don't have to go to the Huabang to throw blood on it anymore, right?"

"Well, it's almost done." I smiled. I took a towel and wiped my face, and walked outside. Where did the brothers sit and wiped the guns, and some people were trying to write about the question, which was curved.

"Xiao Wu, do you think I write notes like Vietnamese?"

I glanced at it and smiled and said, "Well, it's not bad. You wrote it a little bit sloppy. Otherwise, it would have been drawn deliberately. I'll throw this thing into the lair of A San in India tonight."

This is a piece of cowhide. I asked him to write two sentences of intimidation in Vietnamese.

"I think the temperature is almost the same." Siro looked at me with a smile.

Thinking of our misconduct these days, Siro couldn't help laughing. I looked at him. His hands wiped off a little black oil from his nose. Looking at Siro's young and impulsive face, I couldn't help but have some strange thoughts.

This kid is obviously one year older than me, but every time I am with him, I always feel like he is my younger brother.

I patted his shoulder: "It's almost done, I think the police can't help it."
Chapter completed!