Chapter 141 - A battle (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Hestin Street, Vancouver.

I’m wearing the cloth which Captain Wick gave me. It’s a cotton jacket, black, slightly bigger. I put my hands in pockets, not conspicuous at all, carrying a backpack casually behind my back.

Apparently, I’m no different from most people on the street. I come all the way to see two policemen. When I swagger past them, their eyes just sweep around me, not even a second to stay. I know I’m not far from success.

Previously, that truck only took me to the door of a fishery company in Vancouver. I asked the driver about the direction of Hestin Street, then I walked for nearly one and a half hour to arrive here finally.

I didn’t take a taxi because I don’t understand the language and was afraid to show off. In North America, there is a strong sense of law among the people. Once people have any questions, they will call the police at the first time. So, I just walk for so long way.

Looking at the sign of the Hestin Street, I’m finally laughing and sighing with relief.

Funny to say that I don’t even recognize the word “Hestin” too. Through half-guessing, I can just figure it out.

B1, 107 Hestin Street, Vancouver.

Actually, on the way here, I called the number left by fat fellow in a telephone booth beside the road. Unfortunately, the phone rang for a long time but nobody answered. I can only find here by myself. It seems that I am unlucky today.

I check the address again. Yes, here it is.

In front of me is a car wash shop, a two-storey building which is not very high. The building style of the whole street is similar, and the road is not broad. There are few cars and pedestrians on the street.

I’m a little confused. How can a car wash shop do business in this area? The door of the shop is wide open. I stand at the front of the door, knocking hard, but no one answers me. There isn’t even a clerk in.

There are two cars in the shop. An electric automatic car washing device is running, making a loud noise.

I tighten my backpack slightly, enter the shop and calling: “Is anybody there?”

No one answer me except the roars of the car washer. I see some water hydrants in the corner, and there are some car washing equipments and tools, but nobody is working, which makes me somewhat feeling a little strange.

Inside the shop, there is a staircase leading upstairs. I stand downstairs and calling loudly, but still nobody answers. Then I hesitate a while and stepping upstairs.

I have just come to the corner of the stairs when a strong music is coming, as if someone suddenly turns on the stereo. I’m really shocked.

Upstairs is a long corridor. There are several rooms with the doors open. But there is still nobody there. As soon as I go up the stairs, I reach out half of my head and hear a “boom” sound. These days of experiences let me recognize immediately that this is the sound of gunshot!

I tighten my head and fall down immediatly. Then I hear the sound of wood cracking. The railings on the stairs are smashed by the gunshot and the sawdusts are flying. Some sawdusts splash on my face and neck.

I can’t help cursing: “FXXX!”

Next, the scene in front of me is like the gunfight movie I saw. My ears are banging with the sound of gunshots. I’m lying on the ground and find several people dressing in different clothes are coming out of the rooms on both sides at the same time. Under the cover of the corridor rooms on both sides, they are raising the pistols and firing fiercely at the end of the corridor, that is, the place on the left side of my side.

As I’m lying on the ground, I hear bullets whistling in my ears and the gunshots like thundering! The sounds of glass breaking, the wood breaking and extra are one after another.

Finally, after a burst of fierce shooting, a short recovery of calm, the whole second floor is still reverberating with the strong music!

I’m stunned. I’m totally stunned!

I come here according to the address provided by Ocean, but I didn’t expect to run into such a thing!

It’s as if I’m breaking into a battlefield. People are shooting at each other on both sides. But the funny thing is, I’m just in the middle!

From the angle of where I’m lying, I can see the people hiding behind the door on the right. There are three or four people. And there seems to be only one person on my left side.

The two sides are quiet for a while, and I hear the people on the right side are shouting a few words of abuse. From these figures and their skin color, plus my previous experience at sea, I immediately judge that they are speaking Vietnamese!

On the other side, an old voice is shouting immediately: “FXXX You! You Vietnamese just go to hell. If you want my life, just come and get it!”

The voice is strong, neutral, and, in our language.

I immediately judge that this guy is mostly the one fat fellow ask me to look for!

Actually, I don’t need to judge much.