John Wick had a dream. In the dream, his beloved wife who had just passed away told him to live well. They walked on the beach together and enjoyed the beautiful sunset...
Until the dull pain reminded him that he still had unfinished tasks. A group of thieves who came out from nowhere sneaked into his house in the middle of the night, killed the dog that his beloved wife had bought to accompany him, stole his favorite Ford Persia 729, and arrogantly beat him unconscious. land.
He said sorry to the figure in his dream, he had to wake up...
John Wick slowly opened his eyes. The bright lights made him uncomfortable, and the pain in his body made him frown uncontrollably. His stomach, back, face, and back of the head were all hit hard, and it didn't feel good.
However, what made him feel even worse was the aroma of fried steak that his nose could smell.
"Mr. Wick, your comfortable life has made you relax your vigilance. Who would have thought that the legendary Mr. Night Stalker would be beaten to death by a few thieves in his own home in the dark night, and stole his car. He was also beaten unconscious... Sorry, let me look at the time. It is now two-twenty. If you include the time when I came, oh, dear Mr. John Wick, you were raped by a few unknown thieves. I was beaten until I fainted for one hour and thirty-two minutes.”
John Wick ignored the damn taunts. He stood up with a groan, smoothed back his messy long hair, frowned and looked at the sofa in the living room not far away, wearing pajamas, eating steak and drinking. He has a Romanée-Conti 74 vintage dry red in his collection. If he sees it correctly, this is an oriental man.
"Who are you?"
Wang Yan was certainly aware of the danger in John Wick's eyes, but he pretended not to notice it and continued to eat steak and drink red wine. After pretending, he said calmly: "I live next door to you. Just yesterday. I moved here. My name is Wang Yan, you can call me Wang."
"King?" John Wick repeated doubtfully, searching in his mind which player this was, and finally shook his head, frowned and asked, "You work for the High Table?"
The high table, the hight table. He is the supreme master in this play, holding supreme authority, making rules and guarding them. The High Table is a collective organization with the so-called Elders Council, which controls some forces and supervises and manages Continental Hotels scattered around the world.
The Continental Hotel is a hotel. It's just that he specializes in providing services to killers, gangsters and other people in the underground world, providing one-stop entertainment. In the Continental Hotel, no one is allowed to use force. Once they use force, they will be executed. It is considered a safe island, which fits the name of the Continental Hotel. There is a sea full of carnage and death outside. Once you get ashore, you become a civilized person.
Perhaps it is understandable to apply it to the plunder in the Age of Discovery. Countless fleets went out to explore and seize wealth. After returning to their countries, they all became noble gentlemen and wealthy landowners.
Everything changes without departing from its original origin, it’s all the same truth...
"No, I'm just a small character who just performed a mission and passed the registration assessment."
Wang Yan shook his head, forked the last piece of steak on the plate very elegantly, slowly drank the red wine, and continued to speak with John Wick's murderous eyes.
"John, relax, don't be so nervous, why not come over and have a drink together, this is the wine you hid, and I drank it myself as if I was a robber. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you, it's just that I heard it in my sleep Someone was making a noise, and then I saw a few people arrogantly driving your car and leaving in front of my house, so I came over to see what was going on. You know, people always call themselves brave and curious about too many irrelevant things. It just so happens that that’s who I am.”
"Didn't anyone tell you that this would lead you to the abyss!"
John Wick's cold words contained murderous intent. He glanced at the oriental man in front of him, turned around and took out the family medical kit from a box in the living room, wiped the blood on his face with the alcohol wipes inside, and endured Feeling the slight sting.
He sat across from Wang Yan, poured himself a large glass, drank it all in one gulp, and asked, "What is your purpose?"
"I said, just to see the excitement."
"Just that?"
"Can it blow your head off with one shot?" Wang Yan took out a silver desert eagle with a metallic luster and placed it on the coffee table. He explained the facts and then said, "But I do have something I want to do. ask you."
Seeing John Wick's eyes lingering on the pistol, Wang Yan didn't care and asked the question he wanted to know: "As far as I know, you were trained by the High Table since you were a child. Those who were with you The killers are all very strong, their bones and muscles are much stronger than ordinary people, and even professional athletes cannot compare with you. John, can you tell me how this is done?"
John Wick moved his eyes away from the beautiful Desert Eagle and looked coldly at the Eastern man in front of him: "I just said, this will lead you into the abyss, and you are on the road to death."
"John, you are very entertaining." Wang Yan shook his head funny, "No matter what we do, from the moment we are born, we are on the road to death. It does not depend on whether I pry into some so-called secrets. If you believe it If you pass me, then we can make some deals, such as helping you when you are in trouble."
"help me?"
John Wick's doubts were written on his face. Wang Yan smiled and stretched out his hands in the air to show him the front and back sides. Then, in his puzzled eyes, he spread out the five fingers of one palm, relaxed and freehand. Patted on the surface of the wooden coffee table.
As the palm clapped, there was a loud bang. When the palm left, John looked over again and saw a sunken handprint revealed. But the cups and wine bottles on the table only vibrated, and the scarlet wine inside was rippling.
"Chinese Kung Fu? Bruce Lee?"
John was surprised that the solid wood on the coffee table was not thick. He could punch it through or smash it into pieces, but he couldn't do it at any cost without leaving a fingerprint on it without damaging the table. He understood the reason for this move. Because he has an understanding of Chinese martial arts and knows that this move is called Cun Jin. This requires strong strength, extremely high movement skills, and powerful hands.
After all, this is not about standing up and hitting wooden boards or bricks with your fists, but sitting down and casually hitting them lightly, which means that more powerful abilities are needed.
"It's just a little skill in carving statues. It doesn't count. What do you think of this deal?" Wang Yan thoughtfully changed the adjective of "little skill" and told the foreign devils.
"You can't get it." John Wick said, "I don't know the specifics. I only know that this is a human genetic project for super humans done by the High Table Laboratory. We are the beneficiaries, and we are also the experimental subjects. In fact, as long as your level reaches it, you will know it in the future."
"What level?"
"After completing thirty missions, the data room of the Continental Hotel will be opened, and you can see these. The specific requirements are to complete a difficult mission and 100 million U.S. dollars. I don't know how many people have completed it, but I I don’t think much. Because there used to be many famous and powerful people, but now they have disappeared.”
John's tone was a bit sarcastic, either mocking himself, mocking the high table, mocking those colleagues who had blindly pursued power, or mocking Wang Yan for overestimating his own capabilities.
Wang Yan smiled nonchalantly, knowing that John Wick, a player whose mind was either guns or bullets, would not be able to provide further information. But in the end, it also shows that he was right. Since there is such a so-called super human genetic project, and it also caused John Wick to kill people, this proves that this world is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
Among other things, when the High Table sanctioned John Wick, an army-like force with well-equipped and advanced equipment was organized and dispatched. Or on the other hand, it's telling that John Wick has killed so many people along the way that he's not wanted by the police.
It doesn't matter what the director thinks or how the movie is shot, because now that he is here, Living Dad will perfect the world. Whether it makes sense or not, it does exist.
"Your authority should be sufficient. Can you think of a way to bring me that information?"
"No, it's all in paper. I can't memorize it, and you're not allowed to bring any electronic products, let alone bring people there." John seemed to be reminiscing, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, there isn't much information. , just introduced some information about the High Table, things between various sects, and some information about gangs, etc. Just some relatively secret information, Winston, the manager of Twisting Continental Hotel, said That’s the truth of the world.”
The truth about the world? The world has never been the truth, it is just a game of power where the jungle prevails.
Without further entanglement, Wang Yan said: "You have made a lot of money, John. You have asked me to help you with these few words, but you have always been a troublemaker. I think this time, maybe you will pull me away." Got in."
John shrugged: "Fair deal, I hope you are indeed strong."
"John, do you think you're really retired?"
"I have lived a comfortable life for five years. There are no tasks, no deaths, and no one like you has appeared in front of me."
"you are too naive."
Wang Yan smiled and said, "You don't think that the High Table is really that merciful, do you? It's just that they haven't used you yet. Before your wife died, if you were refused to do something, then they would definitely use your wife to coerce you .Now that your wife is dead and they ask you to do something but are rejected, they will start to hunt you down. Do you wait to die or resist? You will resist, right? Then you are trapped in the whirlpool again, with only endless Killing. The best destination for people like you is death."
John was noncommittal: "If you continue to pursue the genetic project, then believe me, you will die before me."
"Are you loyal to the High Table?"
"I stay true to myself."
"Very good, John. I hope you can cooperate with me when you figure it out."
"What cooperation?"
Wang Yan smiled and said: "Destroy the High Table, or fight against it. Put down your weapons, there is no other way but death. John, true retirement is not about being gifted by others and praying for them to keep you away from the whirlpool and live a stable life. You kill with the gun in your hand. Letting others dare not disturb your peaceful life is the real retirement."
John Wick was not shocked by Wang Yan's whims. "You are not the first person to have such an idea, but your predecessors are all dead." He looked at the Oriental in front of him with the eyes of a dead person and said Very seriously, "The high table is invincible!"
"That must be because they are not strong enough." Wang Yan raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. He picked up the Desert Eagle on the table and said a series of numbers. "I wish you smooth operation. If you need anything, call me. I live here." You can also come to see me on the left side of your house."
John Wick said nothing, just watched Wang Yan leave his house, picked up the bottle and drank the rest of the wine, stared at the handprints on the coffee table for a moment, then got up and cleaned up the puddle in the living room where he had been beaten. He then took a sledgehammer in the tool room and went to the basement. Eighty-eighty pieces of information were sealed with cement and belonged to the Night Demon's past...
This is a mid-range community located on the outskirts of New York, almost leaving New York. Of course, even if it is mid-range, it is still a luxury home. They are all two-story villas with gardens and swimming pools, and the building density is not very high. Of course, the greenery is also good, and the living experience is still there.
As a killer, John Wick earns a lot of pension. After all, he has been famous for many years and has performed many tasks, which makes him very profitable. But in the final analysis, he is just a part-time worker, and there are not many things in the world where he spends millions of dollars to kill others, so the house here is probably at a price he can accept, and he still has to keep more money. Just enjoy life.
Maybe it's because his wife doesn't know his identity as a killer, and he doesn't have a serious job, so he might not be able to explain his financial resources.
Wang Yan really lived next door to John, and it was also a house with a general layout. When he returned to the room, he was not in a hurry to do anything, because he had plenty of time, so it was not bad. It was night when he came over, and just as he told John, he watched the boys walk away, and then he went to John's house. I cooked three steaks comfortably and drank wine until John woke up and had the above conversation.
This meeting was not bad. At least we established contact and confirmed the information we wanted to know. But it wasn't very pleasant either. John was cold and even more pretentious than Wang, and he didn't like it.
In the next few days, John Wick will set out to destroy that gang of gangsters with some strength for the sake of his dog and his car. It's basically a killing spree, with no obstacles.
Since he can't die, Wang Yan is too lazy to care. The most urgent thing is to get some sleep first. He came at night, so there was no need to adjust to the time difference. And it seems that the battles here all take place at night, so he may not have many chances to sleep well in the future...
Because the world is about to take action, he has no shortage of training. So Wang Yan didn't get up early, but slept until after eight o'clock. Using the ingredients at home, I made two sandwiches, fried two steaks, and made a fruit salad.
He sat at the dining table by himself, doing nothing but quietly eating breakfast, because he had to eat well alone.
John left early in the morning to find his car…
After breakfast, Wang Yan washed up, sat in the study room with bright windows and sunlight filtering in, turned on the computer and started working.
The living father did not give him any more information, but arranged for him to register to join the killer organization, which was registered at the Continental Hotel. But obviously, no matter how strong the Continental Hotel is, no matter how tough the high table is, there cannot be only one company with so many killers. And the most important thing is, how many people in the world need killers to kill?
According to the information provided by Huo Daddy, his first registration mission, the reward was only a pitiful five thousand dollars, and he killed the small leader of a gangster organization. There is still a lot he doesn't know and needs to be investigated by himself.
It's just that the current timeline is one or four years ago, the Internet era...
Some people say that only 4% of the Internet that ordinary people have access to is the tip of the iceberg. The more 96% is hidden behind the scenes and unknown to the public. And this 96% definition, called the Deep Web, is not publicly accessible and cannot be indexed.
The mysterious dark web that people talk about is a corner of the deep web. Of course, the dark web will also be divided into levels, just like there are different levels of rogues. There is a lot of illegal and criminal information here, including drug dealing, arms, human trafficking, money laundering, assassinations, extremism, pornographic content, hacker services, personal privacy and so on.
As a person with master-level computer skills, it can be said that computers are played thoroughly. It is not much more difficult than eating and drinking, and he easily found the entrance.
He flipped through various information and learned about the underground world of this world. The reputation of the High Table is still very high. After all, they don't betray anyone when they kill people. The Continental Hotel also provides shelter to various criminals. They look like a superior middleman. It is impossible to keep a low profile. There is relevant information everywhere.
It's just that although there is a lot of information, there is no explanation of what is going on at the high table. They are all small fish, and all they hear are legends. If you really know what's going on, you won't dare to talk nonsense.
But it didn't matter. Wang Yan even went to make tea and patiently looked through various messages, looking for all kinds of information. He found the reward website provided by the Continental Hotel. Although the movie shows a phone call, obviously the killer organization's phone number is not so easy to get. In the Internet age, people must adapt to the Internet. Although the computers they use are not very advanced, they are still computers, and the technology is just that. Besides, it's not for technicians, but for customer service.
After searching and invading all this way, he could not find any news about the High Table conducting genetic research and developing potions that can enhance the strength of bones and muscles. However, there is news about the McCracken government's research, but this doesn't mean much.
It is impossible to say that the High Table has no connection with the government. But it’s hard to say who actually researched it. Because there are many and mixed forces, maybe it is the government, maybe it is a consortium, maybe there is a consortium behind the high table or something.
For this kind of cutting-edge research, all countries in the world, as long as they have some scientific research capabilities, want to study it. The so-called super humans may be just derivatives. To put it bluntly, they are still about immortality.
Wang Yan searched for it for a whole day, even arrogantly invading the US government and military to find information about super humans or super soldiers, but he found nothing. Some things are not connected to the Internet, and maybe that's about it.
But it wasn't that he really found nothing. He just didn't find anything about genetic medicine. There were still many other aspects. For example, some killer unions, gangs of gangsters, etc.
He also found some information about the Chinese. Hongmen still exists and is still very strong. There is a killer union composed of Chinese people, as well as several very powerful families, who are said to be very good at fighting. He even saw something related to Japanese ninjas, saying that they really existed and were very powerful.
Although it was found, it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false. After all, the High Table has dispatched organized combat units that look like an army. How can Hongmen be stronger? It is possible that there is some kind of Chinese family, but Wang Yan remains skeptical if they can fight. As for the so-called ninja, they are probably normal sword-wielding samurai, similar to the one who punishes John in the show, or the manager at the Continental Hotel in Tokyo.
If these are true, as evil as what is said on the Internet, then the Holy See must have knights, Islam must have Quran messengers, Hinduism must have protectors, etc...
Maybe they really exist, but they are definitely not as awesome and powerful as the rumors say. After all, there is no shortage of braggarts everywhere. A group of criminals, or criminals who are involved in the Internet, are not much better than the Internet rich people.
In fact, if you haven't played it, you can't clearly know how strong it is. Take John Wick for example. Wang Yan is sure that he is not his opponent, but since they haven't fought, he doesn't know how many moves John Wick can hold up.
This stems from his own perception of danger, rather than the mysterious ability to distinguish strength from weakness by looking at momentum. After all, John Wick is cold and seems to be more powerful than him. But in fact, when John Wick had murderous intentions on him, he didn't feel the crisis. Although it was mysterious, it was still far behind the person who could tell the strength just by looking at him.
After such a fulfilling day, Wang Yan went upstairs and changed into a black suit. This was the bulletproof suit worn by John Wick in the movie. Similar to this kind of soft bulletproof technology, the real world has already had technology, but it just doesn't have such strong defense capabilities and is not as thin as in the movie. Especially the tailor's skills are very good and the clothes are very comfortable.
Obviously, this is a very powerful technique that needs to be mastered.
After putting on his suit and leather shoes, he went to the basement of the house, which was regarded as a gun warehouse. Different guns are hung on the wall, with backlights on like scenes in a movie, which makes it feel a bit like a scene in a movie.
This is a world of killing. Compared with hand-to-hand combat, killing with a gun is simple, efficient, and relaxing.
Wang Yan put a HK416 rifle with a red dot sight into the space. This is a gun used by multinational armies and even special forces, and it is relatively reliable. Powerful, durable, and accurate.
He collected two more Desert Eagles. These were world-famous guns. They were very powerful and he didn't care about the recoil. They worked well for him and basically had no shortcomings. Moreover, the guns he has here are basically tactically modified and customized versions, which have better performance and are more in line with his gun usage habits.
After loading a few more magazines and a bunch of bullets, it was getting dark. He went to the garage, drove the familiar S8, left this remote place, and headed towards Manhattan.
At the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue, there is a hotel, the twisted Continental Hotel...
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