When night fell, our group left the island and returned to the shore.

We stole two small trucks on the road, divided into two routes, and at midnight, we arrived at the West Side of Vancouver.

The area here is relatively complex, with many residential areas for immigrants, and some neighborhoods, which belong to the edge of several gangs dividing territory. It can be said that every time something happens in the underworld in Vancouver, this area is the first to start.

Area b is a settlement for Vietnamese immigrants. More than 30% of the residents here are from Vietnam. There are also many Vietnamese restaurants on the street.

This area is also the territory of the traditional Vietnamese gang. However, recently, more and more people from other gangs have extended their tentacles here.

According to the information I received, there are two real estate assets belonging to Vietnamese.

It was like on the land I was assigned to at that time, there was a restaurant owned by us, and Siro and I regarded it as the base camp.

On this street, there is a construction and decoration company that is the Vietnamese gang's industry.

A few years ago, I made a lot of money by buying houses everywhere in Canada, and even doing home improvement. Vietnamese naturally intervened in this business.

A home improvement and construction company here is the Vietnamese industry.

The last time our people came to this place, all the Vietnamese retreated and left us an empty space. There were no Vietnamese in any nightclub, bar, nightclub. And this company was in an old-fashioned building, and our people did not choose it as the target of the action. And after our local people were lost, the police arrived soon.

But tonight, it's different.

Our car stopped in the alley behind the building, with the window closed, and Silo and I smoked. Silo also looked at the watch from time to time, a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, it's okay." I smiled: "These brothers who came from the airborne are very strong, so you won't be unable to do this little thing." I paused. I continued: "But I envy you now."

My words were said to the stone sitting behind.

"Um?"

"I envy you for having such a strong group of subordinates." I shook my head: "No wonder many large circles have been coming to North America for business over the years, but when something happened to you, you rarely ask us for help. It turns out that your individual soldiers are much better than ours."

Shi Tou was silent for a few seconds and smiled: "This is different. I have been in Canada three times. You are just some gangsters every day. If you have any questions, you can take a few pistols and two AK47s and sweep them on the street. You are called bandits. These people are just underworlds. You don't need to be very good at being enemies with these people. But we are different. The situation in the forests of small Southeast Asian countries is different from North America. If you are a civilized world, then we are in

When I got to the ground, I was full of killings. The Golden Triangle, India, Pakistan, Laos, Nepal, where coups continued, and the small island countries of Southeast Asia were everywhere with guerrillas and anti-government armed forces... Not to mention anything else, I have been to the Philippines alone six times. Our opponents are all the big drug lords, either government forces, or anti-government armed forces, guerrillas... Those people, let alone guns... They all have airplanes and cannons! We fight with such people all day long, and of course we have made a bunch of mixed swords and meat."

I was silent.

Xiluo was young and quick-mouthed, shook his head and said, "Oh, it's all big circles. Your people are so skilled, don't we seem useless..." The boy looked a little depressed.

I smiled, and Shi Tou smiled. He stretched out his broad calloused palm and slapped Siro's body hard, and said with a smile: "Young man! I don't know how many new recruits like you have seen before. We are brothers from the same lineage, what are the good or bad things to share... Then again, if we don't have the help of the big brothers from other places, we can't make a difference in the climate. We always have to spend money. Where does the money come from? Isn't it just that you brothers in the civilized world earned back? The eighth master of Canada has to support a large sum of dollars every year to come to us. Only our brothers have good weapons, and only the dead brothers have money to settle down! The country we fight hard and the goods we get must be taken by you."

Siro's mood improved a little, but he wanted to say something. I took a photo of him and looked out the window: "Okay! They're down!"

Under the night, several brothers were wearing black clothes and jumped off the platform on the second floor of the building. The last brother slid down with a rope because he was holding a huge thing in his hand.

After they got off, they quickly packed up the ropes and got back into the car.

"How about it?"

"Do it." The thin scorpion was talking. He took a breath and patted the black cloth thing he was holding in his hand.

"Quick! Let's leave here quickly." I gasped: "The surveillance probes on both sides of the street have been broken. From the warranty to the police sending people to check, it will be up to twenty minutes. Now there is not much time."

Upon hearing this, Siro immediately started the car and we quickly left here.

As soon as our car drove out halfway, we heard a loud noise suddenly coming from a certain floor on the building behind!

All the glass on the outside shattered, and flames and thick smoke surged out from inside!

Because we were not far away, we could even feel the strong vibration in the car!

"Damn, how much did you put?" Shi Tou frowned at the flames on the building behind.

"Not many, twenty grenades." Scorpion sighed: "It's a pity that there are no bombs on the island, not even a detonator, and time is too hasty, otherwise I could create a bomb myself."

I smiled and said, "Okay. Now that this is a mess, I don't think about taking business from this Vietnamese company in the future."

Scorpion's voice was very ugly, but he was in high spirits and smiled, "Damn, you don't know. When I was dismantling their phone switch, I saw a lot of phone records stored inside. They were all fucking international porn... Damn! It turns out that Vietnamese people do this in the office all day long."

"My work is done, I'll leave it to Guandian." Scorpion gave the things in his arms to a brother sitting in the back of the car.

This brother has small eyes, but he is very energetic. He picked up the thing and opened the wrapped cloth on it and looked at it, curling his lips: "On ordinary phone switches, the encryption program is very simple, and it is not difficult to make it... I can find a place with equipment, and I can handle it at most ten minutes. Is there a telephone company nearby? There are equipment in the computer room of the telephone company."

Shi Tou suddenly laughed and scolded, "Ahha. Fortunately, we are abroad, and if we are at home, it would be really difficult."

"Why?"

"The foreign telephone communication industry is public, and it is a non-monopoly industry. Many telephone companies need equipment. You can get it by just finding a telephone company. But in China, we can only go to "China Telecom" at night. That is not an ordinary company. It is a state office. If you enter the China Telecom computer room, it means that you have to do something wrong with the state unit in public, and the meaning is different."

With this phone switch, we plan to find a way to find all the phone records inside, and we can always find the current hiding place for Vietnamese people! Because this company is the original nest of Vietnamese people! It is an important base in their business. It is impossible for the phone number in the company to leave no clues.

Of course, the easiest way is to take a few guns to the residential area of ​​Vietnamese immigration, so as to ensure that the Vietnamese can be drawn out. After all, the Vietnamese Gang is different from us. Most of the gang members in the Vietnamese Gang have families and families in the local area... The underworld is also human!

But we can't do such things. We can only check it.

Grabbing a telephone switch is just a plan. We exploded their construction company, the files and information in the construction company are not important... But a company was attacked by terrorists and still did construction... I'll see who dares to do business with them in the future!

He broke into a telephone company in the middle of the night. For the bandits among our bandits, it was a piece of cake. There was a master like Scorpion. He could touch other people's sentries alone when dealing with guerrillas! What's more, he dealt with the security guards in the telephone company? But he kept his hands and did not kill innocent people, but just knocked them out.

In the phone company's computer room, the brother named Guan Dai really took only ten minutes to extract all the call records in the phone switch.

Then in the telephone company's computer room, we had a lot of phone numbers in the past two days. We used the telephone company's equipment to check the address of the telephone number and quickly found two or three addresses.

Among them, one of the numbers that has been called the most in recent days is a restaurant that specializes in delivering food.

"There is something wrong with this restaurant," I said immediately.

"oh?"

I thought for a while: "You look at the address of this restaurant... they are delivering food. But the address of this restaurant is very far from the Vietnamese construction company, and it is not even in the same area! If a Vietnamese construction company calls itself to order takeout, there is no reason to find a restaurant so far away! But they call this restaurant every day, and they must have asked them to deliver takeout, but where is it delivered?"

I quickly called out a map of Vancouver, opened it and looked up, and pointed to a street above: "Look, according to the address, the restaurant is on this street, which is more than a dozen streets away from the Vietnamese construction company!! That is definitely not delivering takeaway to the Vietnamese construction company."

Speaking of this, I slowly said: "The Vietnamese have hidden all the elite soldiers and generals under their command... There are so many people who always have to eat every day! They are different from us. We can get some clean water and canned food on the island for a few days... But these Vietnamese people do not have the quality of our big circle after all! And they have been hiding for many days. If they only eat canned food, they can't last so many days! A large group of people have to eat and drink... Then it seems that it is necessary for us to go to this restaurant that specializes in delivering food!"
Chapter completed!