Chapter 4 Mr Wong

Down Town A black Jeep Wrangler Rubicon haulted in front of a chinese restuarant. Taylor stepped out from from the passenger seat, he proceeded forth towards the back seat and opened the door for an unidentified figure. The figure stepped out, the pigment of his skin colour was tan, he had grey blood curdling eyes. A gold ting dangling from his nose, tatoos protuding from the lower end of his neck. Just slightly close to to his white collar. When his feet touched the ground, he helf firmly onto his leather jacket and slightly pulled it foward. The man then placed his shades on and marched inside the restaurant, accompanied by Taylor and another accomplice. Evey customer glanced at him with reverance, you could feel the atmosphere change into a stormy kind, just by each step he took. He stood in front of the counter and reached for his right pocket. There after, he pulled a pistol out and neatly placed it on the counter. Before uttering a word, the man first looked around and finally spoke, "Code 9." The man behind the counter responded by saying. "Welcome Mr Blood Line. Mr Wong has been expecting you. Please follow me." The man behind the counter led Blood Line towards the a door from behind, the door had a sign written as 'storeroom.' He opened the door of the storeroom as the other 3 followed. What was supposed to be a store room actually was a hall of 2 passages. Both passages placed the 4 in between them, they pottered down the passage situated on the left. The passage then led them to the basement through the use of a staircase. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, another door stood in their way. He opened the door and led them inside, up ahead was a table surrounded by asian men who were gambling and smoking cigarettes. Suddenly a man of great weight arose to his feet, he held firmly onto his kane and walked towards the 4. He chucled with glee and reached his hand out to the mighty Blood line. "You must be Blood line?" Blood Line shook his hand with a smirk and continued, "Call me Brandon." "Ooh Brandon. It is honour, come along take a sit." Mr Wong returned to his chair while Brandon took a seat. Mr Wong raised his hands with glee, while leaning on his chair, "brothers! This man here is the one that I spoke to you about. His name is Blood Line. And Blood Line! These are my brothers. For decades we have ruled Asia, making money and spreading our influence upon the masses. Without them, I am nothing." The rest of Mr Wong's men nodded their heads as he continued. "Now! On to pressing matters." He jutted forth, slightly leaning against his fist as the rest of the arm stood still like a tower on the table. "I have a proposal for you." In response Blood Line folded his arms as he continued, "The streets have spoken to me Brandon. They say that you are a big shot in the world of car theft. Not only a big shot, more so man of great status. You do what many car dealers fail to do and that is to deliver cars with powerful engines and you have grabbed me by the throat." Brandon leaned forward and inquired, "Then what do you propose Mr Wong?" Mr Wong placed 10 fingers up in the air and continued, "10 sport cars! In exchange I will pay you 30 million dollars." Offended, Brandon furrowed his eyebrows and continued, "with all due respect Mr Wong. 30 million is insignificant in comparison to what my men will deliver to you. I suggest you that you thriple that amount!" Mr Wong chuckled, ther after he continued. "I admire your balls kid I'll tell you that. Fine then 500 million dollars." Brandon fell back om his chair and lossened up a little bit. "I'll take it." Mr Wong sunk a cigar between his lips, one of his men approached him from the side and lit the cigar. He inhaled the fumes, there after he exhaled a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "You've got yourself a deal. But keep in mind Brandon, if you fail, shall I have your head on a silver platter. Do you understand?" "Yes I do Mr Wong." "When should I expect my lovely presents then?" Brandon looked behind, transitioning his focus towards Taylor, they whispered amongst themselves. There after, he draw his attention back to Mr Wong. "Expect then at midnight." Mr Wong squinted his eyes with astonishment, "Why midnight?" "If we prolong this til morning, someone might bear witness of the stolen cars. There fore we cannot leave any clue behind whatsoever." Mr Wong pulled the cigar away from his mouth and exhaled a large portion of smoke, "Hhmm...very smart. One must be a step ahead of the crowd. I now see why many powerful criminal organisations invest their money on you. Then it is settled I look foward to seeing my deliver tonight." He reached his hand out to him, Brandon shook his hand, "Oh you won't be disappointed." Later that night Luitenant Catherine and her team prepared themselves for the heist. She glanced overself through the mirror and tied her into a knot. She took a deep breath, "...Remember. You have to put your personal issues aside. You subjected yourself to serving the city. Don't worry mom will survive." She then turned to her direction and faced her table and grabbed a black leather jacket, she put on her jacket and grabbed a pistol. She in her pocket and walked out of the office. She assembled a squad of police officers whom were in gear, wearing their uniforms and bulletproof vests. They all marched down to parking log and boarded in their vehicles, though the only difference was that she climbed on her casual car while the rest trailed from behind in police vehicles. Eventually each vehicle scattered to different lanes, keep in mind that the street lanes that they hid themselves surrounded the block were the function would be held. In each lane, the police vehicles either parked their vehicles in between 2 casual cars, in between an alley or in front of a random car. The officers in the vehicle waited in silence while Luitenant Smith and Seargant Dan attended a party a banquet hall working, they were working undercover. When the party started, Catherine pulled Daniel outside as they took a walk outside. "What happened to you today? If I'd known any better I get a feeling that you were idlinh in your drean world." She scoffed at him, pointingat herself, "Me? Distracted nah. You must be mistaken." Daniel shun a hole through her eyes, she looked down with dismay. "I'm not yanking around Luitenant. I can tell that you are troubled . You do know that you can tell me anything right?" She pulled her head up and sighed. "I can't." He gently grabbed her chin and pulled it towards his, "You can." She shifted her head away and continued, "How much more do I have to burden you with my problems?" "You are not burdening me with anything. I am the one who chose to incline my ears towards your words. I want to know because I care." Her cheeks turned red and she smilled back at him. "My mother encountered another stroke attack." He gaped his mouth with astonishment, his eye protuding. "It...It... it was not an everyday stroke attack. Rather it was a MASSIVE stroke attack." A tear drizzled from her left eye as she continued, "the doctors confirmed that even if they treated her by doing an operation. She will not be able to speak nor pronounce words clearly..." She struggled to speak as despondance began to paint her face with intergrity. He grabed her shoulder and pulled her towards him, he placed her head on his, "I'm sorry. I promise you ok. Everything will be alright." Suddenly a group of 5 vans barged inside the parking lot. The 5 vans haulted in front of them, in doing so a troop of thugs stormed out of the back door. These thugs were dressed in black, from head to toe, a black mask, black vest, trousers and black boots. Each of them wielded an Ak-12 Carbine Ver (assualt gun) Before shooting Cathrine caught glimps of a gold crucifix chain around Taylor's neck. "Take cover!" She warned Daniel, they hid behind the bonnets of a red bmw from behind. In alarm, Daniel protuded his eyes, "Woah! I never anticipated such hostility from a mob of criminals." "This is no time to complement thugs! Shoot them seargant. She raised her head upward and aimed her gun at the legs of 3 thugs, whom were shooting at them. She shot each of them on their legs, "Arrh!" They yelped as they sank to their ground and held onto their wounds. She then lowered her head beneath the side of the bonnet and loaded another set of bullets while more thugs approached them. While a portion of Taylors men kept them busy, he and the rest of the gang stole 15 sport cars. A blue Lumboghini Veneno, a black Bugatti Divi, Royce-Rolls trail, Mercedes-Maybach Exelo and many more