Chapter 142 Her Royal Highness

Chapter 142 [Your Highness] (Part I) The policeman named Jeff called and called a police car again. From the arrival time of the police car, I judged that this guy seemed to be a premeditated action, because after he called, a police car arrived soon. Obviously, it was ready in advance. Of.

He deliberately handed over Ciro and the others to the new police car, and then I got on his SUV.

Obviously, he separated me from Ciro and others.

My hand was handcuffed in the back, and I don't know if it's legal for him to copy me like this. Ciro is not around, and I don't know the law here.

After getting on the car, I sat in the back row. Jeff sat next to me, and his two companions in front were obviously his men.

"Do you smoke?" He took out a box of three or five from his arms, and I looked at him coldly: "Isn't smoking not allowed in public?" He didn't say anything. He ordered one by himself first, and then motioned to me. I raised my eyebrows.

Seeing that I didn't mean to refuse, he put a lit cigarette into my mouth, and then ordered another one himself.

"When did you get off the ship?" He seemed to ask a casual question.

"Are you recording your confession? Officer."

I sneered, smoked, and a puff of smoke slowly spewed out at him.

"Just chat casually."

Jeff shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Sorry, I won't answer any questions from you in the absence of the lawyer."

Jeff smiled.

He smiled strangely.

"Listen, boy!" A cold look flashed in his eyes: "I know you are the eighth master. You don't know what happened recently.

Don't think that you have seen a few American movies in China, but you think that the North American police are so easy to fool! Lawyer! Do you want to talk to me about a lawyer? Humph..." He reached out and patted me on the face, with a fierce smell in his eyes: "Isn't it smuggled here? Jump a boat or a plane? Don't think Vancouver is domestic! It's not that easy to get around here!" I didn't say anything.

He looked at him coldly.

Jeff was a little annoyed by me.

He lowered his voice: "I'll tell you, as long as I want.

I can call the Immigration Bureau at any time, and then you can go back to your hometown!" He snorted, "I just need a few messages! When on earth did you jump into the sea? How many people are there in the same group as you? Where are those people now!" I laughed and just smoked.

Don't talk.

"Don't think that the eighth master can cover you.

It's not his world in Vancouver! Canada is not in your big circle!" Then he began to ** me: "If you provide me with information, I can help you transfer your identity. I can even help you get permanent residence, help you apply for a green card, and become a legal citizen here! I will even ask the police to protect you!" He smiled and said, "If you like money, the police will also give you a big bonus!" I waited quietly for him to finish. I didn't say anything or interrupt him, just after he closed his mouth.

I just said lightly, "Are you done?" ..." Jeff and I looked at each other. After looking at each other for a long time, he suddenly smiled, and the fierce and threatening expression on his face converged, showing a gentle smile. Then he slowly took out a miniature recording instrument from his pocket and turned it off and threw it to the people in the front row.

Then he spread out his hand and said with a smile, "Okay.

I can't scare you, I admit it."

"Actually, I have been waiting for a few days near Ba Ye's car repair yard."

Jeff began to speak by himself: "What happened recently surprised us... We didn't expect that the Eighth Master was still hiding such a secret power.

If the Chinese gang and the Vietnamese gang attack together, you can still play well.

I almost doubt that so many gunmen fell from the earth.

"Actually, I have always admired your big circle... The Chinese gang in Canada has never dared to fight with foreigners. Whether it is Vietnamese, A San, or Middle Easterners, they dare to bully Chinese here, not to mention those local ghost gangsters.

I should be much older than you. When I was young, I also saw the glorious time of the big circle.

I still remember the scene when I broke into North America 20 years ago.

Everyone in the big circle can fight. Many of you old people have the experience of serving in the army. Both personal and overall quality are far higher than those gangsters, and even our police can't compare with you.

You were really powerful in those years... A group of veterans who had fought in the army and carried guns beat those gangsters... Hey! Now I think of the prestige of the big circle in those years, and many old people still remember it.

However, the prestige of the big circle is only one generation. The oldest big circle of that generation is old. After gradually withdrawing from the world, you lack young blood! Because in those years, you made peace with the traditional Chinese gang to compete for territory. Now you have not had a good relationship with the local Chinese gang. Although they are not good, they must have a wide influence among the Chinese in Chinatown and have a century-old foundation! The first batch of big circles was powerful, but later they could not grow up locally. They relied on that group of veterans to fight the world, but after 20 years, how many of the earliest batch of big circles are left? Your young circle is far worse than it was then.

I know that you don't like police in the big circle, and most of the local police have something to do with the local Chinese gang... But I can tell you that I'm not! I'm not from the Chinese gang, the Vietnamese gang, or any other gang... I'm only responsible for the Canadian government! I am only responsible for my position!" Originally, I really thought that the big circle would not work now. The generation you can best fight is old, and the young reserve blood is much worse than those old Chinese gangs with a century-old foundation.

What was the attitude of the Chinese gang and those Vietnamese in those years? What's the attitude now? Hey! But this time it really made many people stare at me! I don't know where you have summoned so many strange soldiers in just a few days! This scene reminds me of 20 years ago..." "Sorry.

I'm not interested in listening to stories.

I interrupted him coldly, and then stared into his eyes: "Officer Jeff, what do you want to do in this game today?" I'm very interested in you."

Jeff looked at me with great interest: "Your name is Chen Yang, before March.

Ba Ye has applied for a temporary right of residence for you through some channels.

I applied for a temporary visa passport and a set of legal procedures... This makes me very interested.

Because from time, don't think that I don't know how you got here. You can jump off a boat or a plane.

Anyway, you came from smuggled. Of course, no matter what, I'm not from the Immigration Bureau.

I don't want to care about this.

But from the perspective of time, it is obvious that you came to Canada three months ago, and the time you came was exactly the time when the Eighth Master and the local Chinese Gang and the Vietnamese began to break up completely and fight!" He looked at me with a smile: "The time matches so well. You won't tell me it's a coincidence, will you?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I now suspect that the so many gunmen mobilized by Ba Ye this time are not local forces, but all the stowaways you directly mobilized from Asia! Just like a large number of big circles landed on the North American continent 20 years ago... From my personal emotional point of view, I have no malice to your big circle.

I even appreciate you to some extent... After all, I'm also Chinese. Personally, I prefer to be in a big circle with you.

But I'm a policeman now. You fight on the street with guns. I can't stand this situation! I now think that this group of strange soldiers that suddenly appeared must have been temporarily mobilized back from abroad! So what exactly do you want to do now? What do you want to do when you mobilize so many people on such a large scale? If you want to do something too out of the ass.

We, the police, will never tolerate it! Or..." He looked at me: "You also suddenly appeared during this period and suddenly came to Canada... Or, I even think you are one of these 'strange soldiers'!" I laughed.

This policeman is very imaginative... I can even say that he is almost right.

In fact, I also thought about where the eighth master suddenly mobilized so many people... Looking at the power shown recently, if it weren't for the concern of the police and the government, those people would be enough to sweep the Vancouver underworld! Even if the Vietnamese and Chinese gangs mobilized people from the east, it would be too late.

I also thought about whether these people would be temporarily mobilized by the Eighth Master from other places.

Of course, I am familiar with the name of Daquan.

Since I followed the eighth master, my identity has become a member of the big circle.

After the fight more than 20 years ago, now the earliest open heart is to approve the big circle with the experience of fighting veterans has grown old. Now the big circle has gradually rarely fought and killed, but the business has been more concentrated in some high-level underworld activities.

Now the big circle is very rich, much better than in those years. The eighth master takes good care of the business, but it also leaves some illusion to the outside world that the big circle is not as good as before in terms of force.

This policeman should be right. The only mistake is that he guessed my identity wrong.

I didn't come to Vancouver as a "strange soldier", but I really ran away.

And obviously, now he has regarded me as a breakthrough.

I didn't explain or say anything to the policeman. I was taken to the police station.

I didn't see Ciro and the others, but was taken directly into a separate room. There was only one table, and there was a white light on the table. Two policemen handcuffed me to a chair, and then went out at Jeff's instructions, leaving only the two of us in the room.

I waited for Jeff to speak and see what else he could say.

But to my surprise, what he said stunned me.

"In fact, we all know that there is nothing we can do about our police, either the Chinese gang or the Vietnamese gang. We just suppress it at most.

It is impossible for us to work hard as policemen to put an end to the underworld, but we can maintain a balance.

I'm a soldier. You are a thief. It's natural for a soldier to catch a thief, but in this world, if there are no thieves, how can there be us 's soldiers'? He smiled at me and said, "Which of you three will die, whoever wins and who loses, it makes no difference to our police. We are even willing to push in the middle... I don't care who you die and who lives. If we are strong, we will help whoever.

At least you can overwhelm the other two sides as soon as possible and end the current chaotic situation immediately!

The only one we ask for is: calm!" It's useless for you to tell me this.

I still look cold.

"As long as the police know one thing, how many people are in the same batch as those who came to Canada on the same boat with you! Where are these people now!" Jeff seemed to be a little helpless, and then suddenly stood up, walked to the corner, and waved his hand to a camera in the corner.

Then he turned around and pulled a chair to sit next to me. This time, his face was a little more serious and hesitant: "I'm telling you the truth now... First, today is indeed the layout that deliberately brought you to question. This kind of trick that I framed and brought people back to detain was not my Jeff's idea. I So stupid! I'm even against it... But... I warn you, the police in Vancouver are not all Chinese, and not everyone appreciates the big circle's blessing and personal feelings like me! A guy will come to interrogate you later. It's a fool, a very extreme fool. You'd better be smart.

Now the police suspect you and have decided to take you as a breakthrough. Although I oppose this plan, I come out to arrest you in person because I want to contact you in advance and be able to talk to you.

My personal suggestion is..." He gritted his teeth and seemed to have finally made up his mind: "You'd better keep your mouth tight... Because I want to cooperate with you in good faith, but that guy... He has a hostile attitude towards the big circle.

He is a radical maniac who wants to dig something out of your mouth. That fool thinks he can kill the Eighth Master... However, I haven't heard of any place in the world that the police can completely eliminate the underworld!" I grinned and said, "Do you want me to cooperate with you, not with the fool you mentioned?" Jeff blinked: "The police may not be very united.

Opinions may not be unified.

But don't worry, according to the law, he suspects that you have more than a limit of marijuana, and can only detain you for a period of time at most. As long as you can resist, the Eighth Master will get you out.

As for the suggestion I just made on the way... You can contact me when you go back, and I am willing to communicate with you sincerely.

I'm different from that fool. He just wants to solve the case and doesn't care about anything else, but I'm very practical. I know it's impossible to drive you people out, so what I want... I just said, calm!! Tell Master Ba that if he wants to do anything, it's better to communicate with me first. I'm willing to cooperate with you.

If your strength is really strong, I would also like to help you. At least now the strength of the underworld is too scattered. We police are also very tired of fighting every day... Haha.

Finish it early and reply calmly as soon as possible!"