Chapter 382

According to the information provided by the dancer and the address we searched on the Internet, we drove the car outside a pub in the Eastern District of Toronto, made a simple face change in the car, stuck a fake nose and smeared the skin light black. Find a place to park the car and the four are ready to go first.

Who knows, as soon as I get out of the car, I see a long line at the door of the pub. Women go straight in, while men wait in line and put in a few later. It seems that business is good inside, so the number of people is limited.

"My mother, you have to queue up to buy white powder from the underworld these days? Is there any justice?" the drunkard muttered behind me.

"No, no, these are not all drug addicts. There are also ordinary men and women who come to have fun. Oh, of course, this kind of place comes more often and gradually gets involved. First, start with ecstasy and transition to marijuana. After k powder and skating have been tried, we can't extricate ourselves." Ivan said that he seemed to have taken drugs, which attracted us to look back at him.

The guy spread his hands and said, "why? Pornography, gambling and drugs are not separated, and these three businesses all need guns when they grow up. They are all my former customers. What's their name in your Chinese words? I've never eaten pork, but I've always seen pigs."

Leaving brother donkey to correct Ivan's mistakes in the sentence, the drunkard and I stood at the end of the line at the door, because the four of us had to be divided into two groups. It was easy to arouse suspicion to go in together. In this way, it would make people think that we were single men hanging women in the nightclub.

After waiting in line for more than half an hour, it was my turn to go in with the drunkard at about 12 o'clock. There were two tall white men standing at the door, and then there were two more. These four people were all dressed in T-shirts, muscular and looked like thugs. Their arms were full of tattoos of various patterns, looking ferocious.

But when I passed in front of them, I knew that these were all furnishings. It was OK to scare those ordinary people. Once the fight started, it was estimated that the drunkard would deal with them alone. After I entered the noisy pub, I did see several cruel characters.

Bypassing a sound insulation wall and a section of corridor, you enter the pub dance hall. In the middle is a lively dance floor, where men and women are twisting vigorously. On the side are round and round seats and small tables. The outermost layer is an elegant seat and private room. Upstairs, there are some VIP rooms separated by large pieces of floor glass. I saw two middle-aged men with jackets standing behind the floor glass, sipping a glass of wine each, glancing down and staring at the people on the first floor.

Both of them are Asians, with one inch of head and one long hair. The common feature is that their skin color is dark, their eyes are slightly smaller, their expression is numb and their eyes are indifferent. However, the occasional cold light in their eyes tells me that these two are the real final strength of the security of the scene.

Behind the two middle-aged Vietnamese, there is a sofa and a marble coffee table, but I can only see part of the angle. On the sofa, there is a young man in his 20s with a arrogant face. There are women on both sides drinking with him and kissing him. It looks very comfortable.

Sit down and order some wine casually. I haven't had a few drinks yet. The drunkard has been working for several cups. It's fast.

"I said, brother, slow down. It's strong after foreign wine. It's strong when it comes up. Be careful to faint“

"It's all right. The more I drink, the more energetic I am, and the more stable I am. You'll pay attention to it later. Besides, this foreign wine is very expensive. It's a pity not to drink it."

"If you like to drink, you can buy more bottles and take them back. I'll reimburse you. Also, in case you do it later, be careful of the two people standing upstairs."

"Yes, as soon as I came in, I saw the man who taught me to use the knife. He was a special soldier in the Vietnam War. He told me about these Vietnamese. They were very beast. He still had knife wounds from Vietnamese people. He told me about the characteristics of these people. Did you see the long hair on the right? He was a soldier. Look at his hand. The wine in the glass didn't shake for a long time. It's estimated Ji is an expert at playing with swords and guns. This man will leave it to me later. I will return some swords for my master. "

"Yes, tell Ivan and brother donkey to be careful later."

"Just tell the fool. Brother donkey will find a place to hide himself."

When it came to brother donkey and Ivan, they came in and sat in a seat not far from us. I took out my mobile phone and sent a text message under the table. I told him in secret language to be careful of the two above. Ivan quietly made a gesture to me after reading the text message.

I looked up and looked around at the environment, and then observed the location and division of the room. I generally had a plan in my heart. In fact, arresting people and rescuing hostages have something in common. They create confusion, focus on cutting, act quickly, and run if they succeed. The key problem is to find out who to catch and how to catch them.

If you want to catch here, it must be the young man drinking on the sofa. It seems that this guy should be the head of the field, but he is so young. It is estimated that the son of a high-level faction has been sent to the grass-roots level for gold plating. This kind of person can see more things and has a loose mouth. It is estimated that he can frighten him with a knife. Those two middle-aged Vietnamese are the secondary targets, which is why Both of them are fighters like senior bodyguards. They are hard to catch. They know only a few things. Moreover, torture can last for a long time. We don't have so much Kung Fu.

The next step is to consider how to get close to the target, and then start suddenly after creating chaos. I looked up and observed the location of several emergency lights. I had an idea and sent the idea to each other with my mobile phone. Brother donkey made a special application for our mobile phone to disrupt the text and reorganize it at the receiving end, so I don't have to worry about being solved.

The companions received the text message and looked at each other without objection. Brother donkey got up and left the pub. His task was to cut off the wires outside and let the pub fall into darkness, and then drive to the door to meet us.

The drunkard and I pretended to be foreign tourists and went upstairs to open a private room. Ivan pretended to drink too much and went to the bathroom to meet us. When he was in place, he sent a signal to brother donkey. He cut off the power supply in the substation outside. The three of us started in the dark.

The first half of the plan went smoothly, except for one who went to the VIP room to drink and asked us if we wanted to have a good time here. Whether it was taking drugs or asking women to come in, we could also take drugs and have a good time with women. We said not to drink first. As a result, the man's eyes suddenly became vigilant, and I had to wink at Ivan, Put him in the with an anesthetic gun. I thought you had to get such a shot because you were so smart. Although it was an anesthetic, it was estimated that it was hard to feel. You had to be dizzy for a long time after waking up.

Throw the waiter behind the sofa. The three of us put our guns and magazines in our outer pockets. In this way, we picked them up faster. We sent a signal to brother donkey to cut off power in 30 seconds. We opened the door of the private room and walked to the Vietnamese rooms. This is the golden age. There are not many people in the corridor, except for the occasional service staff who go to the bathroom or serve wine. Noisy voices can be heard in all private rooms, some with women's delicate breathing. It seems that someone is really cool on top of the cool, which makes the drunkard look envious.

"Boss, I don't need you to reimburse foreign wine. Please reimburse me for this kind of project," said the drunkard with a look of color.

"OK, no problem. We'll catch someone later. Ivan and I will go first. You can enjoy it here and come back to me with the invoice." I pretended to be generous.

"Boss, you're bluffing me again. I still want a foreign bar"

"That's right, ready, there are still 10 seconds." I took a look at the countdown on the multi-functional watch, and the other party's room was a few meters away from us, a place where we could jump up in the run-up.

But who knows, just a few meters away, the other party's door opened, and the inch Vietnamese opened the door as if to answer the phone. He looked up and saw us, his eyes fell to our slightly bulging waist, and suddenly changed his face.

He must have seen that we had guns. I immediately realized the problem and whispered to my companion, "do it."

The man didn't respond slowly. He shouted a Vietnamese like a duck. As soon as he lost the phone, he reached out and touched the gun. It was very fast.

Fortunately, Ivan and I didn't pull out the gun slowly, and we were prepared in advance and didn't lose the phone, so when this guy touched the gun, our guns had been pulled out.

I must have shot an ordinary person in the head. This person intuitively realized that he would shoot slowly. He almost instinctively responded, bent down, turned around and retracted into the room. It seems that he intends to use the room to guard, or there are more powerful weapons in it.

How could we give him this time? I rolled on the spot and turned into a kneeling position, holding a gun in both hands and facing the door. Ivan went up and kicked the door open with a heavy foot. I fired two shots at the man's background, and then rolled quickly to hide by the door.

My right hand is a Glock pistol and my left hand is an anaesthetic gun for catching animals. Because his upper body is relatively thick, I'm afraid he wears a bulletproof vest under his clothes, so both shots hit his legs. The first shot only captured a very small shooting opportunity, but I still hit him. The bullet flew past the outside of his lower leg. The bullet brought out a canopy of blood mist and drew blood lines and drilled into the leather sofa.

Although it didn't hurt him badly, it also made him move slowly. The left hand gun shot again immediately. The left hand was originally slightly inaccurate, but the back force of the anesthetic gun was very small. The sound of air pressure release of "Pi you". In fact, the spear of the anesthetic was stuck in the back of his thigh. This anesthetic gun is used to deal with large beasts running to the community. It works quickly and has good drug power, It took almost two or three seconds for the medicine to come up. As soon as his legs were soft, he jumped on the back of the sofa and reached out to pull out the spear, but as soon as he touched the small balance wing at the tail of the spear, he completely fainted.

When I dealt with this man, the Vietnamese with long hair in the door also responded quickly. He would shoot at me if he touched the gun, but Ivan fired in time, forcing him to bow his head and move. He flew under the tea table, reached out to touch an AK, kicked over the tea table, kicked away two hostesses, pulled the young man behind the tea table and began to shoot at us.