The General

It was a 12-hour drive from Albequerque to San Delfina. Buddha and Soy Face were parked along the interstate at a truck stop when they heard a distant doppler of a motorcycle approaching. The Crane hadn’t slowed down. And he did it 180 mph. The police helicopter had to break off after an hour into the night because it ran out of fuel.

Soy Face peeked through the shop window to see a red dot swerve through busy traffic. He pulled up on the gas station. Buddha was in the bathroom. This is where the Crane approached him. Didn’t say a word. He was a mute. Just handed over a make-up bag to Buddha and left.

Buddha and Soy Face continued the trip to Seattle. They were told not to stop except for fuel. They pulled up to a mansion outside of the city. The hallway had marble floors with beautiful veins. Two staircases left and right leading to the upper floor. There was a brass statue in the middle of the hallway that closely resembled the man that approached them in a CCP military uniform.

They called him The General. Nationalist music played faintly in the background. A Chinese lady in a short skirt with a gun on her waistbelt offered the two a cold glass bottle of coke. The General was superstitious. All this shit about blessed nitrite, he thought it was all real.

Super Wok Explosion is a unique animated web-series about Chinese organized crime. The project is funded entirely by its audience. On this website, animator Tony Cheuk likes to share information about Asian organized crime—and world-building of the universe of the series, Chinese tongs and triads. If you're interested in learning more about the project, you can click here.