Lords of Death

Started by Eyun Manchu at Jul 10, 2021 10:39 AM
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Eyun Manchu

Shèngrén, or Chinese holy man
834
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Time, of course, will tell in all things.


Mister Hong Xiu's tea room received some unexpected quests, the Lords of Death for a midnight meeting of the utmost importance, at least as far as they were concerned. Five Chinese sat at the table, headed of course, by Chen Long, a man who by force of will ascended to the top of the Lords.

Of course Chen Long was ruthless in his methods, which helped in his ascension. And, those methods have been continued in his time which has the support of The Zu, but then you already knew that about the man. He ads called this meeting to prepare the members for the coming mission to discover who, or what, the new threat was. To Chen, everything and everyone was to be considered a threat until proven otherwise. Perhaps the safest way to proceed in his line of work.

Though the words were not spoken, a slip of rice paper held the words 'Zhōngguó chálǐ, Huò chálǐ·qīn kè sī. Chinese Charlies, or Charlie Chinks', since the place was called by both names intermittently. One thing Chen Long hated, and could not abide, was abusing the name Chinese, or references to Chinese people as Chinks. He would particularly enjoy whatever was next.


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Chen Long

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All of life is a dream walking, all of death is a going home.


"We have an assignment from the Zu. It seems there is a new faction down on the docks. There has also been a kidnapping involving a woman the Zu would like to see freed, and a policeman, who may be of some use to us, or not. That matters little, it is the woman who is important at this time." He looked to Li Qiang. "You will remain. The rest, go to Chinese Charlies, see what can be found out through our usual methods, and be unseen wherever possible."

The men rose from the table, bowed in respect for the task ahead, and left.

Li Qiang, we have in our employ, a caucasion who might be of great value in this situation. He is the type known to frequent this upholstered toilet. Please to stop by Mister Petrroff's home and see if the job interests him. A thousand dollars is offered for his cooperation in this endeavour."

"Yes I will go directly." Li Qiang stated.

"No use of force, either he will, or he won't. You man disclose the reasons we are involved. The Chinese woman only."

Li Qiang was on his feet bowing and in the next moment scurrying out the door. Chen long smiled, not a pleasant smile at all. Soon he would know his next step.


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Eyun Manchu

Shèngrén, or Chinese holy man
834
?Years Young
30 Posts

Time, of course, will tell in all things.


And here is where it becomes a bit more interesting. Li Qiang is on his way to the home of Professor Curtiz and Raken Petrroff. The offer is of course something that history says quite clearly, Mister Petrroff has done this sort of thing before, and quite successfully.

He will act as something of an infiltrator of whatever he finds at this waterfront dive, be it a new gang, a group of tugs banded together to disrupt normal transactions between established organizations from the American gangsters to the Chinese, though to be quite honest, it will be for the benefit of the Chinese. Yet, there could be some mutual good to come out of a successful infiltration, so long as he is not killed in the process, as he is needed for further assignments.

He rang the bell and as he had anticipated, Raken answered the bell.

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"Good evening, please, come in." The Gentleman's gentleman greeted, The Professor is in the library."

Li Qiang merely smiled. "I am here to see you, Mister Petrroff, there is an offer for you to consider. It is requested that you go to Chinese Charlies, on the docks. Do you know the place?"

"No, I don't, but go on, what is it you wish of me?" Raken asked, sure that it was something quite illegal, and knowing his yellow friends, quite dangerous, his interest was piqued.

Li Qiang stepped inside and Raken closed the door behind him. "If we may discuss this with the Professor present?"

"Certainly, please, follow me." and the pair walked to the library where Titus Curtiz was reading the paper.


Raken Petrroff

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"I could be just around the corner from Heaven, or, a mile from Hell."

Jackson Browne 1974


"Professor, Li Qiang is here with an offer for me, and he wished to discuss it in your presence." Raken announced.

Titus set aside the paper after carefully folding it and laying it on the side table. "An assignment for you?" He asked, brow furrowed.

Li Qiang bowed. "Honorable Professor, the assignment is one that would assuredly be difficult for you. Where Mister Petrroff has experience infiltrating groups of people, his size and demeanor will work for this operation. We are asking him to infiltrate the clientele of a place on the docks called Chinese Charlies. There could be a great deal of danger in this, but it is felt he stands the best chance of success."

He turned slightly toward Raken Peterroff, "You are to see what information you can obtain, through whatever method you need to use in this endeavor. We seek to know of "The Organisation" which is what they call themselves."

He looked back to Curtiz, "As for you, my dear Professor, we are afraid that you would stand out far too much for your own safety, and although we would have men coving Raken, they are Chinese and may be of little help in such a place, even with that name. So you see this was our thinking. It will pay one thousand dollars in cash."

"Yes, yes, of course, I fully understand." Professor Curtiz stated, then he looked to Raken.

"Of course I accept." He breathed. "With pleasure."


Chen Long

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All of life is a dream walking, all of death is a going home.


The Japanese have their storied Ninja Warriors this is true, and the Chinese? What of them? The Tongs? Of course. In Chinese, the word tong means "hall" or "gathering place". These organizations are described as secret societies or sworn brotherhoods and are often tied to criminal activity. So it would be clear as to the confusion when a restaurant is called "Hop Sing Tong." (actual place)

Hatchet Tongs, such as the Lords of Death, used mostly hatchets and cleavers, however, Chen Long implemented a more versatile use of weapons and methodology, to inflict not just death, not just pain, but an agonized end of life. And, just to spice up things a bit, a marked increase in the terror, he revived archery. The age-old near-silent weapon of his ancestors. Barbed tips, some dipped in slow-acting poison, others, incapacitating drugs that took hours to painfully inflict full body cramps that paralyzed the victim with the total inability to move, yet others may have a concentrate which ate out a humans insides.

An older, open Buick touring car was stopped in the fading light, inside, six Lords of Death waited. first, for the full darkness that they operated in best. Second, the open Chevrolet containing six more Lords that just went by. Automobile traffic, though sparse, would raise no alarms, and the men inside were dressed as dock workers, even less suspicion. The Chevrolet disappeared around the next corner. Just as two men approached the bar, one he recognized.

"Liǎng rén, wúshāngdàyǎ!" Chen said in a low guttural tone. "Those two, do no harm!"

 


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Chen Long

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All of life is a dream walking, all of death is a going home.


A car had turned in, and that in and of itself was nothing exceptional. What caught Chen Long's attention is that it pulled back out and drove away. There had been two men inside, one he was positive he had never seen before, but the other one, he looked familiar. There was now a decision to be made. to tail this other automobile, or, to help investigate Chinese Charlies.

The two Anglos went inside, his other men were awaiting his signal, Chen Long exhaled and said, "Li Qiang, drive to where the others are, we must follow that car. They must continue here."

Li Qiang said nothing simply relead the clutch and drove to where the others were awaiting his signal. There they would find one Gerald Mao Delun, patiently waiting. A strong man, with undying loyalty to Chen and the Lords of Death. A man that Chen Long could, and did rely on. The Buick pulled up and Chen looked to his second in command. "We must follow the car that just left. You will continue here, see what you can find out. There are two Anglos who just entered, both disguised as dock workers, you know the one called Drummond?"

"I do, he has the boat that is swift. Yes." Delun replied.

"Then no harm is to come to him or his confederate."

"As you wish." With a nod of Chen's head, the Buick roared off into the dusk.


Eyun Manchu

Shèngrén, or Chinese holy man
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Time, of course, will tell in all things.


Once in a while, even the best, miscalculate as has happened with Chen Long in pusuit of the vehicle which left Chinese Charlie's rear lot. Thinking that those inside the automobile might be agents of the club, or perhaps the 'Organization,' he instructed Li Qiang to give chase.

In the falling darkness, the hair was lost to the fox. Such things happen when there is more traffic than expected, and almost all cars were black, but they continued to look ahead anyway, in hopes of seeing the desired automobile.

Meanwhile, back at the club, Gerald Mao Delun took charge and deployed his men. His quest was to capture one or more suspected Scorpions, or those appearing to be of the underworld variety. This was a better plan, and for Gerald, it did not include slipping inside unless absolutely necessary.

His vantage point in the parking lot allowed him and two others to be concealed behind an array of boxes and crates which provided ample cover. On the roof above, an archer for protection. Across from him, close to the door, but also concealed behind one of the parked cars were the last two of the six total. They were in a far better position to capture anyone trying to utilize the automobile that protected them.

It was perhaps half an hour before a pair of men in suits appeared leaving the club by the door of interest they had the look of Chinese gangsters and therefore would be taken, one way or another. They walked past the car where Delun's men were hidden. Both sprang into action as Delun and his associate raced to their aid. A third man exited the club and seeing what was happening drew a gun. The arrow flew in the dim light and found its mark through the man's neck. He was dead before he realized he had been shot dropping to the pavement with a heavy thud, his pistol clattering on the pavement harmlessly.

Both men, immobilized by injections, were dragged to the car and loaded in, the archer had made his way to the lot, retrieved his arrow, and joined the others in the automobile as it was started and Gerald then sped away to the rendezvous location.

As luck would have it, Li Qiang was approaching the club when he saw Delun drive past. A quick u-turn and Gerald Delun was right behind them with his cargo of men to torture.


Chen Long

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?Years Young
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All of life is a dream walking, all of death is a going home.


In a warehouse, owned by a Chinese import-export company, more to the point, the Zhu. The two men snatched by Gerald Delun and his men were securely bound to the chairs they were sitting in. Gagged and blindfolded, they were now at the mercy of the Lords of Death, and mercy was not on the agenda.

The very idea of a new competing entity was not seen as a positive by any of the Chinese, let alone the anglo operations in South Florida. A term used to identify any operation not Chinese. Much of course, would depend on what the new entity delved into, what threat they were to the Zhu, and the many facets of the overall Miami operation. It would be safe to say, the Zhu was unwilling to share where he didn't absolutely need to. Interlopers were dealt with quickly and summarily.

Besides Chen, Gearld, and Li Qiang there were just five of the Lords, all with specific specialties, the others faded into the night, back to Chinese Charlies where they might uncover more of what the new organization was about, possibly their number, or even the identities of their leader.

"We are patient men and waiting on you're responses, which you will surely give, may take some time." Chen began, "I feel I should warn you in advance, our techniques are tried and true. Centuries-old, and gentlemen, most excruciating. And we understand your unwillingness to answer some of our inquiries, we applaud that. However, you should realize we will be here until you tell us what we want to know."

His words hung in the air as quiet descended on the warehouse.

"So, perhaps we should remove the blindfolds so that they might see," Gerald suggested. To which, Chen merely nodded his approval and the blindfolds were unceremoniously removed, revealing the faces of two anglos, wide-eyed and in terror of what was coming next.

"The first question, your organization, what is it called?" Chen asked. "Oh, how foolish of me. Please, their gags, remove them at once." And the cloth gags were untied and pulled away. "How could you possibly answer like that? So, again, your organization, what is it called?"

Silence.

"This is Kee Yan, a man of many talents." The Chinese stepped up to the men in the chairs and immediately arranged them so that they faced one another. Chen continued, "You may scream, there is no shame in that."

 


Raken Petrroff

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"I could be just around the corner from Heaven, or, a mile from Hell."

Jackson Browne 1974


He had been dropped off some twelve blocks for this Chinese Charlie's place and told to wait half an hour before walking to the club. His assignment was to learn what he could by any means possible. Something he was exceptionally good at, although dealing with Chinese would be new, it would be no different really.

According to Li Qiang, this would be the first of such incursions into the depths of whatever organization there was to be found in the place. He was to make inquiries about what might be going on specific inquiries with the working girls he would encounter, who might afford him some information, or even a contact should they accept his queries. Another purpose of his visit was to also uncover any secrets associated with the building that might afford his benefactors an upper hand in this situation. One which had not entirely been explained to him, not that Raken found that part of it a hindrance.

He could easily play the operative of another organized crime syndicate, or even as a solo agent on his own and looking to become a member of an underworld mob, an idea that he liked. It required no need of names, or references, simply presenting as a criminal, and that would be no problem at all.

The walk was brisk as the evening approached, twelve blocks was aways away, so it took some time for him to arrive at the front of the place, and as it had been described, a real dive. His kind of place! Of course, he had missed all that had transpired earlier which would hold up under any manner of questioning. He pushed through the door and stepped inside. Smokey, but not dimly lit as he had anticipated. No, there was plenty of light, which in one respect was good. Easy to see what was going on. Two steps inside he was accosted by a working girl, and a pretty one at that. He smiled.


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The walk was brisk as the evening approached, twelve blocks was aways away, so it took some time for him to arrive at the front of the place, and as it had been described, a real dive. His kind of place! Of course, he had missed all that had transpired earlier which would hold up under any manner of questioning. He pushed through the door and stepped inside. Smokey, but not dimly lit as he had anticipated. No, there was plenty of light, which in one respect was good. Easy to see what was going on. Two steps inside he was accosted by a working girl, and a pretty one at that. He smiled.

"Hello Johnny, you buy nice girl drink? You look for business?" cooed the young Chinese girl, smiling artificially at Petrroff. 

Meanwhile, from one of the tables, a couple of rough looking seamen looked up and eyed the Russian.