The most prosperous place in the city is Manhattan, where all kinds of skyscrapers are built together. It can be said that this is the economic and financial center of the entire United States, or it is not an exaggeration to call it the world's financial center. The famous Wall Street is right here.
But in the center of such a central city, there were speeding chases, murders, and even a building here being blown up, without causing any disturbance...
Parking the car at the door, hotel staff came over to help move the car. Wang Yan looked up at the tall triangular pyramid-shaped building in front of him, shook his clothes, stamped his feet, smoothed the wrinkles on his body, and stepped on the pointed jacquard Wearing shiny leather shoes, we climbed up the stairs and walked into the Continental Hotel.
The interior decoration of the hotel is dark in tone, with many Western religious elements. The dome is very high, just like a Gothic building. It makes people feel how small they are when they are in it. It gives people a very Western feel. Mystery and darkness.
Wang Yan went straight to the front desk of the hotel where there was only a bald black man wearing glasses. This black man was named Charon Riddick. He was a good assistant to Winston, the manager of this mainland hotel. The black man died in the end, shot down, and he helped Winston.
Of course he didn't know the black man's name, but there was an ID badge at the front desk and it was clearly written on it.
He raised his head and glanced at the Oriental in front of him, and then at the computer on the table. He showed a gentleman's smile: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on becoming a member of the Continental Hotel. Are you here to receive the gold coins?"
Seeing Wang Yan nodding, he opened the drawer and took out one of the neatly stacked piles of shining gold coins...
He pressed the gold coin on the counter and pushed it towards Wang Yan, with a smile still on his face: "The gold coin belonging to the high table is made of pure gold and weighs one ounce. According to today's closing gold price, its value is nine hundred Eighty-six dollars. On the front is Satan and on the back is Jesus. The inscription on the circle of the gold coin is: Do not follow the counsel of the wicked, do not stand in the way of sinners, and do not sit in the seat of scorners. This is the law of the Old Testament, and it is also ours. code of conduct.
Internally, we use gold coins to purchase services, anywhere in the world where there is a Continental Hotel. Provides medical, firearms, intelligence, body collection and other services. Maybe it's one gold coin, or maybe it's ten gold coins.
Sir, you can resmelt it on your own initiative and sell it at the market price. However, please do not transfer gold coins directly to the outside. Trust me, you will regret doing that.
Last but not least, after registering for the first time, Continental Hotel will provide you with a free service. How can I help you? "
Wang Yan nodded and said, "You haven't had dinner yet, please provide me with a dinner."
This request surprised Charon. Under normal circumstances, most people who enjoy free services for the first time will choose various tactically modified firearms, or ask for some information, like Wang Yan, who wants dinner. Players are indeed rare.
But Charon didn't say much. This is a place where psychopaths and perverts gather. People with high skills are bold, and it's not surprising that they make mindless choices.
He smiled and said: "As you wish, Mr. Wang. We have the top chef team here, and all the ingredients are top-notch. Today's beef is flown from Australia, foie gras from Hungary, and others All the top-quality ingredients are the freshest. We just may not have Chinese dishes that suit your appetite, so please forgive me. But please believe that our other dishes are not inferior."
"Okay." Wang Yan smiled and nodded.
"Please allow me to say one more thing. In the Continental Hotel, the use of force is not allowed. Once it happens, the party who takes the lead in using force will be sanctioned. This is an iron law and no provocation is allowed."
After receiving Wang Yan's affirmative answer, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side: "Mr. Wang, the restaurant and bar are over there, unlimited supply, enjoy your dinner."
Wang Yan thanked him with a smile, took the gold coins on the counter in his hand, flipped them back and forth between his joints very flexibly, and walked towards the hotel restaurant.
Although it has just darkened and it is not yet time for these people who claim to be in the real world to come out for activities, there are already many people here. Most of the people were drinking and chatting, and there were few people eating.
In fact, it’s not surprising that there are so many people, because there aren’t that many mainland hotels. Only the capitals or economic cities of developed countries will have a branch, and there are only more than twenty in total. The United States, which ranks fourth in terms of land area and is the world's largest military, political and economic power, only has two hotels. One is now located on the East Coast, and the other is in San Francisco on the West Coast.
Ignoring the scrutiny of others, Wang Yan sat at a table alone, flipped through the menu for a while, ordered a lot of dishes, and ordered a bottle of wine, then sat there quietly and looked at the people around him.
Killers are not always cold characters. And because the ingredients are complex and people from all over the world are present, and people of all different cultural levels gather together, the basic quality is very worrying.
It's normal to think about it. After all, a truly knowledgeable and educated person would never seek to make money by licking the blood of a dead knife. Even if it is a crime, it is a so-called high-intelligence crime. Engaging in finance, money laundering, and stealing intelligence are relatively more hidden and safer, and the returns are not bad, or even higher. Until then, the players who work hard and do dirty work will earn the least.
The people here are used to being lawless. Anyone who doesn't have a few lives in their hands is embarrassed to speak, or even embarrassed to sit here because it burns their buttocks.
Wang Yan was a stranger and an Oriental, so he was not very popular in front of these foreign devils. In particular, the quality of these people is worrying. If they are racists, they will be even crazier.
Even though I can’t tell the difference and I don’t know what kind of person he is, who is not a ruthless character? Apart from well-known ruthless people like John Wick, who has been famous for a long time, who is afraid of whom?
So Wang Yan just sat here quietly. Before he caused trouble for others, someone came to trouble him. It's not that there are no other Asians here, but it's just that those people are obviously famous, so people are more cautious at this time and will not challenge them casually.
It's just that Wang Yansheng's face seems to be quite young, and he seems to be easy to bully, so naturally someone will come forward to test him and see his strength.
A strong white man came over, unceremoniously pulled up his chair and sat across from Wang Yan. He stretched out his hands to scratch the corners of his eyes, making them slits, and said, "A rookie who just registered? Chinese? Japanese? Korean?" ?”
This is the Chinese translation of Wenming. In fact, what this foreign devil said was the three discriminatory words 'Chink, Jap, and Gook'. This is an old discrimination expert, stacking buffs layer by layer.
There is no doubt that being discriminated against is normal in America. In Brooklyn, where the Chinese in New York gather, incidents of discrimination are common.
It is absolutely normal for this bunch of shady rubbish to have one idiot that they can’t count. Before, Wang Yan thought that black people would come out to look for trouble, but obviously, black people are also discriminated against here. They don't want to cause trouble in a place where ruthless people gather. Perhaps they also wanted to discriminate against Wang Yan, but they hadn't made up their mind yet and were overtaken by this white trash.
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and calculated secretly. It had indeed been a few years since he killed someone himself. He smiled politely and said, "I only have one gold coin. If you don't mind having an extra gold coin, let's go out and talk." ?”
He doesn't know more information yet, so he doesn't want to be hostile to the high table yet, so he has to abide by other people's rules for the time being.
The white man was stunned for a moment, then realized what Wang Yan meant, and said with a ferocious smile: "Why don't you just give me that gold coin, and I'll leave you a way to survive."
"Don't talk so much nonsense, do you want to go?"
"Now?"
Wang Yan didn't answer, he just stood up and told the waiter in the restaurant that he would be back soon, and Bento went out first. The white man, who was watching and joking around, also followed behind with a grin on his face and left.
Charon looked at the two people walking out of the hotel quietly. This kind of fight was very common. Otherwise, how could a group of lawless guys resolve conflicts? Of course, only the death of one party is the best way to eliminate conflicts.
Went outside to a small alley not far from the hotel. It can't exactly be called an alley. It's a narrow and long road that separates two buildings and cannot be driven. There are no street lights here, it's pitch black, and all the evil under the bustling city lies here.
Seeing Wang Yan enter the alley, the strong white man took out a spring dagger from his pocket with a grin. After walking in, he didn't waste any words and rushed directly towards the Eastern boy who was standing there smiling at him.
He originally wanted to give this boy a chance, but this boy's smile made him blind. He decided to grant this boy salvation.
Wang Yan likes this, because he actually doesn't like nonsense, especially when killing people.
Seeing the empty door wide open and the foreign devil coming with a sharp blade, Wang Yan only took a step back, stretched out his hand to grab the foreign devil's knife-wielding hand, followed the foreign devil's forward momentum and pulled it back. At the same time, he stepped forward sideways, and another A hand was lightly pressed into a palm on the foreign devil's chest.
Just this one action made the foreign devil's eyes widen. Before he could scream in pain, Wang Yan put away his palm, bent the joints of his four fingers, and struck the foreign devil's throat flatly with the second knuckle, knocking his He screamed and fought back. At the same time, the other hand turned around and released the foreign Japanese's switchblade.
Wang Yan accurately held the handle of the knife behind his back and cut the artery in one of the foreign devil's arms with one knife. He then cut the artery in the other hand with the same technique, then quickly removed the foreign devil's arms and made two side strokes at the same time. He kicked the foreign devil's two calves to the bones, and punched his Adam's apple again, knocking back the foreign devil's screams again, and then kicked him hard, suffocating him to the wall, and slowly slid down.
Wang Yan swung the dagger in his hand into the foreign devil's belly like a flying knife. Wang Yan patted the non-existent dust on his hand, took out a box of Huazi from his pocket and lit it, and stood there with his arms folded, watching the wailing. The foreign devil, puffing out smoke lightly, finished his work.
This foreign devil couldn't survive even a single move. Wang Yan's slap could be directly replaced by a flat blow to the throat, and it could directly crush the foreign devil's throat and break the connection center between the head and the body. , killed in one blow.
But who should let this foreign devil break his mouth? If he suffers a little punishment, he will suffer a little. The blood will be drained in a while.
"Sir, I know I was wrong, please forgive me for the offense..."
Looking at the blurry face behind the flashing red dots, the foreign devil endured the pain and begged for mercy.
"Sorry, I'm not God. I hope there will be no discrimination in Satan's hell." Wang Yan still smiled and flatly rejected the foreign devil's begging for mercy.
Hearing Wang Yan's rejection, the foreigner stopped talking. He leaned against the wall weakly, and nostalgia seemed to flash in his eyes. He used his small brain to recall his life of sin.
Wang Yan just smoked a cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt onto the foreign Japanese who was already in shock and pretending to die. He stepped forward slowly on his big leather shoes, stepped forward with a small step, and lifted his long legs as if to kick him. He whipped his leg like a ball and broke the foreign devil's neck.
After bending down and groping for a while, he took a mobile phone and eight gold coins, strolled out of the alley, and entered the hotel again.
Charon was not surprised, because there was always a winner when two people went out, and he was already used to it. "Welcome back, Mr. Wang. Your dinner has just been put on the table. You came back at the right time." He still greeted Wang Yan with a smile.
Wang Yan nodded with a smile, took out a gold coin from his pocket, flicked his thumb and index finger, and the gold coin flew to the counter with a buzzing sound, spinning on the counter.
"It's in the alley next to it. Please deal with it."
"At your service, and enjoy your meal, sir."
Wang Yan waved his hand and turned to the restaurant.
This time when he came to the restaurant, he was treated much better, made eye contact, and received smiles from some friendly people. Because he has killed someone who has proven himself to prove himself, he has gained a certain degree of respect. Even the Oriental, who looked down upon him even more than the previous foreign devils, would not come to trouble him again.
Just as Charon said, the various dishes he ordered have been placed on the table, and the Mouton red wine of recent vintages to accompany the dishes has also been poured into the decanter.
The top of the criminal chain is indeed generous. The bottle of wine he drank costs five to six hundred dollars. Counting a bunch of dishes he ordered, many of them are so-called top-quality ingredients. Eating such a meal out will cost you a fortune. Three thousand knives. The value of a gold coin is only a thousand dollars. Even if he uses gold coins to spend and eat here, it is still very cost-effective.
Especially after Wang Yan tasted it, he had a higher evaluation of this criminal gang, because he really didn't brag, the chef was a master, the ingredients were really good, and the taste was very good.
While he was enjoying the food alone, a middle-aged Asian man sat across from Wang Yan and spoke in fluent Chinese: "Wang Yan, I asked about it and found out that you just registered and passed it. I also read it just now." That white man’s corpse was executed neatly and neatly, you don’t look like an unknown person. Where did you work before?”
This man was not polite. He poured a glass of wine with a decanter and looked at Wang Yan intently.
"You should introduce yourself before you speak."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Li Zhenkun, his ancestor was from Hejian, well, he is a distant relative of Li Shuwen. Now that Bangkok is developing, he has not returned to China for many years."
Wang Yan smiled: "Don't you dare to go back? I thought the Continental Hotel was very good before. They even have a branch in Moscow, but not in China."
"So what if there is no Continental Hotel? People will still die anyway?" Li Zhenkun shrugged indifferently.
"Don't Continental Hotels keep registered personnel confidential? Are they selling information at will?"
"Because I have enough authority, I even know that you are neighbors with that troublesome guy John Wick. This is not surprising. Rules have always been a cage created for the weak. Okay, let's talk about you. In the past What do you do? Serve as a soldier in the country?"
"I'm just a little guy who has practiced a few tricks. He grew up poor. His parents didn't have money for medical treatment and died in the hospital. I just wanted to change my life and learn from others. I robbed a lot of money and bought a fake With my status, I can live a good life. But I can’t live with this ambition. Once I have money, I want to have more money and have endless money to spend. By chance, I heard that the money comes quickly from the Continental Hotel , I claimed to be able to fight again, so I came to him.
Now that you have read my information, you should know that the task I just completed only gave me five thousand dollars. They actually had to pay the IRS the damn tax. When I got it, I only had three thousand dollars. How about that? I'm going to rob the mafia and make money fast. "
Wang Yan was talking nonsense, true and false.
"I wonder if you are interested in doing things with us?" Li Zhenkun smiled and extended the invitation.
"do what?"
"We do everything, both as killers and as guards. We have many industries, including pornography, gambling and drugs, as well as fraud, human trafficking, etc. In short, we do whatever makes money. If you join us, you can be protected Prosperity and wealth. It must be much better than you are now. After all, the killer who does the dirty work is just like John Wick in the end. In the end, a group of thieves beat the dog to death and robbed the car. There is really no future. "
Wang Yan felt that Li Zhenkun was defrauding him and abducting him.
Shaking his head, he said: "I don't value money now, because I can rob it at any time, and I will never starve to death."
"Then what do you value?"
Wang Yan leaned forward slightly and whispered: "I heard that Gao Desk has a potion that can improve the strength of human bones and muscles. Do you know?"
Li Zhenkun frowned: "You want it?"
"Yes, if you can get it for me, I will work for you for the rest of my life."
"Innocent." Li Zhenkun sneered, stood up and was about to leave.
Wang Yan stopped him with a smile: "Leave your contact information. If I change my mind in the future, I can still work for you. We can leave a phone number, add Facebook, prestige, etc., so that we can contact you more easily."
Li Zhenkun thought for a while, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, exchanged a phone number with Wang Yan, and then turned around and left.
Watching him walk away and sit down with several other Asian faces, Wang Yan continued to eat and drink, smiling. Because it was the right thing to come to this hotel. At least Li Zhenkun acted like he knew something about the situation, and he should know more than John Wick.
This Li Zhenkun is a good practitioner, with a very stable lower body and a lot of skill. Moreover, Chinese names are very interesting. Obviously, Zhenkun did not come randomly. He was engaged in illegal and criminal activities, and he was a skilled practitioner. He introduced himself to Li Shuwen. Therefore, this name must not have come by accident. Zhen Kun is the hexagram, Zhen is up and Kun is down, Zhen is thunder, and Kun is the ground. This is the Yu hexagram, which means the spring of the earth. It is a lucky hexagram and has some sustenance.
There are only two kinds of families with such names, one is literate and the other is uneducated. Obviously, the family behind Li Zhenkun should have some inheritance, which is a good thing.
Wang Yan had a sumptuous and delicious dinner quietly, and did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat on a high stool at the bar counter and let a very sexy woman with her hair tied up and tattoos on her body get fucked. He drank a bottle of whiskey with ice and silently followed Li Zhenkun's movements.
"I'm Adi Bonet, hello sir, it's rare to see an Oriental."
Wang Yan twirled the wine glass: "Why?"
"It seems you are a newbie." Adi smiled, "There are Continental Hotels in Tokyo, Singapore, and Bangkok, and the Orientals also have their own strongholds. You have to know that the Continental Hotel is just a hotel."
"I am indeed new here. As for whether I am a rookie or not, you may not know until you experience it yourself." Wang Yan continued to drink wine and talk casually.
A group of people who risk their lives to make money have only one attitude towards this matter, which is indulgence, because they always need a way to vent, and this kind of pleasure is different.
Adi came forward and lay on the bar. Her breasts were deformed due to squeezing, revealing a deep groove. She touched Wang Yan's face with her hand: "Then let me experience it?"
Of course she saw Wang Yan when he went out for a duel with someone just now, otherwise she wouldn't have found a way to talk to someone who was incompetent. Now, this oriental man has aroused her sexual interest very well, so just play.
Wang Yan took off her hand very naturally, took her pulse, and then stretched out his hand to explore the ditch, feeling the elasticity, and shook his head with some pity: "Not today, I still have some things to do. .”
"Do you have any thoughts about them? Then I advise you to give up."
"Do you know them?"
Adi smiled: "I'm not sure, they are doing business, we are killing people. It's just that they are very strong, their personal strength is strong, and the family's power is stronger. We all fight alone, it is best not to provoke them . Otherwise, even if you can kill him, countless people will come to trouble you later."
"Of course I don't want to kill him, I'm just curious. Just now he roped me in to hang out with him. What I'm more curious about is, why did he come here for nothing? Didn't you say that the Chinese have a stronghold here?"
"Who knows?"
Wang Yan didn't want to know what he wanted to do. He only had eyes for the genetic project to enhance the human body. Everything else was trivial as long as John Wick didn't die. He was too lazy to care.
In fact, Winston, the manager of this hotel, should know it, but he is a nobody and can't speak. If it's coercion, that's going to cause trouble. By then he won't have to do anything else, he will basically be in the same situation as John Wick, being hunted and fighting every day.
He didn't object. After all, he was an old man and had to move around. It was just a delay in serious matters and he couldn't do anything wrong.
In just a short while, Li Zhenkun had already stood up and led the people away. Wang Yan drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, reached out and touched Adi's well-maintained face without heavy makeup, and played with her lips with his thumb: "Come see me tomorrow night. You, let me see if I am a rookie."
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Wang Yan knew that this foreign girl didn't believe him. In fact, he didn't believe it himself either. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at Adi: "Keep it secret for me."
After that, he simply got up and left. He stood at the door of the hotel and watched Li Zhenkun and his party get into the car and leave. When his car arrived, he drove behind and followed.
Adi watched Wang Yan leave and shrugged indifferently. He drank by himself and wiped the glass tirelessly. Her main job is as a bartender at the Continental Hotel, and she works part-time as a murderer...
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