Taiwan is fucked, and so is my grammar

I saw someone die tonight. I can't be sure, but I'm also pretty sure. After a week of failing students and making another (six year old) human being urinate on the floor today, like an Auschewitz guard, because I told him to piss before class and he flatly refused, so I declined his request 20 minutes later and he soiled himself and shamed his ancestors; which hopefully not, but probably will to three decades of shame; I went out on the stoop to drink a few terrible American (busch) beers, because my soul was too tired to skate. 

While I was there, and I can't remember exactly what I was doing at the time, I heard someone screaming, and I had the time to look up before they got obliterated by a taxi. The intersection is a little skewed, but essentially, the taxi turned left across traffic and creamed someone on a scooter. The scooter might have been speeding, but I seriously doubt it, since the scream went on for so long. Pedestrians gathered around, I called 119, but apparently, that isn't the right number for english speakers who want to report negligent homicide, and within 120 seconds, a half a dozen taxis that offloaded individuals who looked suspiciously like organized crime affiliated persons, were blocking people from videoing the body, and the taxi's plate. Their response time was better than a nuclear retaliation strike. I have to think that they were waiting around at various hotpoints in the city, and the call came out, and they jumped in some taxis within the first 30 seconds of having heard of the event. There is no other explanation for how quickly they arrived. It might be possible that this sort of thing happens somewhat frequently. Either that, or they are superbly well-drilled for any conceivalble scenario.

Eventually, the police arrived, and after that, an ambulance. 

Maybe there is another explanation for these events, and I am projecting my cultural norms on the things I saw. I  doubt it though.