The Triads - Part 1

In ancient China, the Triad was one of three major secret societies. It established branches in Macau, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and overseas Chinese communities. Known as "mainland Chinese criminal organizations," they are of two major types: dark forces (loosely organized groups) and black societies (more mature criminal organizations). Two features that distinguish a black society from a dark force are the ability to achieve illegal control over local markets and receiving police protection. The Hong Kong triad refers to traditional criminal organizations operating in (or originating from) Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and south-east Asian countries and regions, while organized-crime groups in mainland China are known as "mainland Chinese criminal groups." ~Wikipedia

My battles have always been with the Macau-based Black Society Triads, whose reach extends globally. Their influence runs deep; they have insiders at major corporations and telecom companies, and they hold blackmail material on individuals in politics around the world. This gives them the power to operate with near-impunity. But like all criminal organizations, they have a fatal weakness: a deep fear of exposure.

They would love nothing more than to see me silenced, but I’ve been fortunate so far, and I believe there’s a higher purpose at work that won’t allow them to succeed. While I remain cautious, my concern is low. This war with the Triads is ongoing and will likely continue for the rest of my life. As you’ll discover, I chose this path knowingly, and I have no regrets.

By now, you’ve seen the countless battles I’ve faced with the Macau Triads from 2009 to 2015. I wish I could say it all ended there, but, true to form, the Triads are like Herpes: they never really go away, no matter how many times you hand them a solid defeat.

So let’s continue. I’ll be detailing the many other confrontations I’ve had with them from 2016 to the present, and occasionally circling back to add new context to the 2009–2015 period as I uncover more information. The fight is ongoing, and the story is far from over.

Jasmine warned me that the Triads were having people follow me, especially at the gym, since that and picking up my son from school were the only places I regularly went. From 2015 onward, I mostly lived like a hermit, rarely venturing out except for those routines. Whenever I suspected someone might be tailing me, I didn’t just take it on faith, I made a point to randomize my gym times. If I saw the same person show up after me, regardless of whether I went at 9 AM, 11:30 AM, or 2 PM, it became clear they were tracking my movements.

The guys you’ll see below were at the gym at least 90% of the times I went, no matter how much I varied my schedule. The Triads would rotate the people, but there were always one or two guys arriving just a few minutes after me, every time. Their behavior made it obvious: they’d get on a treadmill or elliptical two machines away from me, always at the 10-minute mark after I started. They never confronted me or did anything overt, but these subtle, repeated patterns sent a clear message about who was behind it.

Below are photos of the individuals who matched this 90%+ pattern; people who got on a machine near me at the same time, every single visit. Their timing and behavior left little doubt about who sent them and why.

This guy also matched the 90% test and the randomized gym times I used to track potential followers, but the way I discovered him was different. Sometimes, if you really pay attention, you’ll notice just how much guidance you get from your guardian angels.

One day, as I was pulling into the gym parking lot, I saw a good spot but overshot it by about five feet. Instead of simply backing up, I felt an odd urge to drive all the way down the parking section and loop back on the other side, ultimately parking in a much worse spot. But I felt drawn to the car where this guy was sitting.

It turned out he was waiting for me to arrive. Looking back, I’m convinced it was the spirit of my friend Jett nudging me to become aware of who was really watching me. Sometimes, those little detours and gut feelings lead you right to the truth.

This guy here almost lost it when he realized I knew he was filming me. He was on a back rowing machine while I was on the treadmill. I caught him aiming his camera in my direction, and when our eyes met, he immediately got nervous and shifted his phone away, no longer facing it toward me.

It’s moments like this that confirm just how closely I was being monitored. The Triads didn’t always send muscle, they sent watchers, people tasked with gathering information or just reminding me that eyes were always on me. The second they realized I was onto them, their composure cracked.

The six people shown above are just a sample; there were many more. Eventually, I stopped taking pictures because it got exhausting. The constant surveillance became so routine that documenting every single person just wasn’t worth the energy anymore. But make no mistake: the pattern was always the same, and the presence of these watchers was relentless.

MURDER FAIL

CLOSE CALL - In 2019, I was heading home after watching a football game with relatives. The route I took was desolate, cars passed maybe every five minutes, but Google Maps showed it as the fastest option, and the Triads clearly anticipated that. About ten yards before a sharp left bend, I suddenly felt my wheel give way. I had to yank the steering wheel and overcorrect as I entered the curve, barely missing a telephone pole that was dangerously close to the road.

Later, I realized the Triads had set a trap: someone put a spring-loaded device on the road that instantly punctured my tire’s sidewall. I never saw anything on the road as I drove, and tire sidewalls don’t just fail like that, especially not with such sudden force. It was the perfect spot for an “accident.” This was actually the second time they’d tried to cause a crash. The whole thing was calculated, and it’s a small miracle I walked away unscathed.

LOCAL TRIAD SHITHOLE

This strip mall isn’t busy; there’s always plenty of parking for every business. On the far right is a Chinese restaurant, and further down on the left is a laundromat. After I sent Jasmine a video of this place, I learned (through my great-grandmother, via Jasmine) that the Chinese restaurant was a local Triad meeting spot; likely owned by someone connected to them.

What tipped me off was the behavior of a couple of guys who parked right next to me, even though there were tons of open spaces. They walked all the way back to the restaurant, then came back just a minute later and waited in their car the entire time I was there; over an hour. Their actions made no sense for regular customers. The restaurant is the first business as you enter the lot, so they had to pass it, park 100 yards away next to me, then walk back 100 yards to the restaurant, only to return and sit in their car for more than an hour after barely going inside. They were clearly sent to watch me, panicking that I’d discovered their secret meeting place. Their overreaction, along with the presence of another suspicious figure (the “Fat Mexican guy” I’ll describe in the next section), made it obvious something was up. Sometimes, their attempts at subtlety only make them more conspicuous.

PLEASE NOTE: I want to be upfront: I tend to give people, especially my enemies, “rude” nicknames and use pretty colorful, crass language when describing them. There’s no political correctness here, because I’m talking about people who have tried to kill me. I show them the absolute minimum respect, and that’s intentional. Please keep this in mind as you read; any harsh language or nicknames are reserved for those who’ve earned it through their actions. They deserve nothing more.

The Fat Mexican - AKA "El Gordo" - God works in mysterious ways. Where I live, there’s a school bus stop at the end of the development. For the first year, my son was the only kid in the neighborhood, so he was the only one waiting there each morning. I always drove him to the stop and waited with him until the bus arrived.

A year later, a new kid started showing up at the bus stop. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. But on the same day I saw the Asian guys at the laundromat (from the earlier video), I also noticed this new kid’s father walking into the Chinese restaurant alone. He stayed inside for 15 minutes, left without any food, and didn’t return for the entire hour I was parked there. He was impossible to miss; massive, probably 400 pounds, and Mexican. There aren’t many people like that in my area, so he stood out.

It became clear he was working for the Triads, they’d moved him into my neighborhood, hoping to get close to me. The plan was probably to have his wife and kid wait in my car on cold days while we waited for the bus, giving them a chance to plant drugs under my seat and later frame me as a dealer. Jasmine confirmed this, and it fits the Triads’ typical M.O.

What’s wild is that this laundromat wasn’t even the closest one to my house. Normally, I’d go to one just half a mile away, but that day, I went to this new place only because my mother’s husband suggested it. The timing was perfect: I pulled up just as “El Gordo” was entering the Chinese restaurant. Looking back, I see it as divine intervention, guiding me to the right place at the right time to expose where my enemies operated and who they really were. Sometimes, you just have to trust that the universe is putting you in the right spot to see what you need to see.

Meet "C.C." (short for "Cambodian Cunt")

On the left is a photo of a woman I’ve labeled “CC.” My Thai girlfriend thinks she’s Cambodian, based on her accent and the way she talks on her phone. What’s suspicious is how CC always seems to be outside the very moment my girlfriend or I come home; no matter the time of day. In the winter, she’ll “just happen” to be walking to her car as we pull up. We could leave the house four times in a single day, and three of those times, CC will be stepping outside right as we arrive. The timing is too perfect to be a coincidence.

She lives at the front of my building, but it’s not possible for her to spot us from her window; cars aren’t visible until they’re about 50 yards away. I’m convinced the Triads sent her to live here, hoping she could provoke me into an argument that would lead to charges against me. They know I have a bit of a temper and try to exploit that. Jasmine later confirmed my instincts, but honestly, I already knew what was going on from years of dealing with their tactics.

CC owns two cars (one with PA plates, one with CA plates), doesn’t appear to have a job, and is home almost all the time. The Triads fund her life; she’s paid to be their eyes and to provide a base for their hacking operations. They use her apartment as a hub, remotely connecting to her devices and using them as a launch point to try to break into my wireless network.

How does CC always know when we’re coming home? I’ll explain that below. But the fact is, she’s never outside when we leave unexpectedly; only when we return, or during predictable times like school drop-off and pick-up. The Triads track our schedule, and CC is always there, playing her part as their ever-present, annoying lookout and hacking accomplice.

CELL TOWERS AND HOW CLEVER HACKERS CAN TRACK YOUR EVERY MOVE JUST BY KNOWING YOUR CELL PHONE NUMBER - Most people don’t realize that every time you drive somewhere, your cell phone connects to the nearest cell tower—and as you move, your phone may connect and disconnect from dozens of towers along your route. The Triads know both my phone number and my girlfriend’s, so it’s easy for them to get a general sense of when we’re coming home. When our phones ping the local tower near our apartment, they can monitor that activity.

Once our phones connect to that tower, they send “CC” an automated alert, probably using an app, letting her know we’ve just pinged the local tower and will likely be arriving in about five minutes. That’s how she manages to always be walking out the door right as we pull up, even though it’s impossible for her to see us coming from her apartment window (since you can’t spot a car until it’s just 50 yards away).

My son and girlfriend both noticed this pattern, and now we just laugh every time it happens. She’s outside at least 75% of the time when we come home, but never when we’re leaving, unless it’s at a predictable time, like heading to or from the bus stop. It’s just one more example of how the Triads use technology and people like CC to keep tabs on me.

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