Driving far behind, Wang Yan followed Li Zhenkun's car to Chinatown in southern Manhattan.
This Chinatown covers an area of four square kilometers, covering more than 40 streets, and is home to 150,000 Chinese. The restaurants here sell Chinese food, there are large markets, and people communicate in Chinese. Living here, if you don't know clearly that you are in a foreign country, it is not much different from your hometown. The people here are mainly people from the southeastern coastal areas of China, with the majority of people from Guangdong Province, Fujian Province and Hong Kong.
In fact, compared to people from other places, it is the people from the coastal generation who are more brave and energetic. This has nothing to do with personal combat power, but their mental will to survive in the sea and face the violent storm. Overall, they are stronger and more enterprising. Most of the Chinese overseas are from coastal areas. Either they were affected by wars in modern times, or they later went abroad to make a fortune.
Parking outside a shop with the word "Li Ji Massage" hanging on the door, Li Zhenkun and his group got out of the car and walked around to the back door and walked in.
Wang Yan made no move, stopped the car and turned off the engine, lit a Huazi and sat in the car waiting quietly. After a long time, no one came out, and Wang Yan was sure that this was Li Zhenkun's place to stay.
He raised his hand and glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist. It didn't have too many fancy functions. It was mainly waterproof and dustproof. The strap was made of special materials to resist acid and alkali corrosion. The most important function was that the time was accurate and the error was small.
The time displayed on the watch was already ten thirty-five, which was a time that was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing. Those who rest have long since rested, and those who do not rest only come to refresh themselves.
The population density of Chinatown is not small. There are ordinary people doing business, ordinary people working, and ordinary people working as gangsters. There is no doubt that the roots of Chinese gangs are Chinese, so Chinatown, as a gathering place for Chinese, naturally has traces of Chinese gangs. There are people of all kinds in the mess, and there are still a lot of people on the streets.
Wang Yan is not John Wick. If the police don't arrest John, it doesn't mean they won't arrest him. He doesn't really want to hide and cause trouble.
When I had a duel with the white man in the hotel, it was a problem that the white man drew a switchblade instead of a gun. So it’s okay for someone to have a gunfight on the street and blow up a building in broad daylight, but it’s not necessarily the case for someone like him. Just be careful when you should be careful.
So even though he was carrying a gun, he still got out of the car with his 'Hanfeng' sword.
In the same way, he went around to the back door. Wang Yan knocked on the door with the handle of a knife. After a few knocks, a muscular man with short hair in casual clothes opened the door. Wang Yan was greeted by Wang Yan, who was still wearing a suit and leather shoes, and had a hand in his hand. Holding a knife that looked to be of great value, he narrowed the gap in the door warily and asked in a Lu province accent: "Who are you looking for?"
"Li Zhenkun, Mr. Li asked me to come to him." Wang Yan always had a kind smile on his face.
"Wait a moment, let me confirm." As he spoke, the man was about to close the door.
Without saying a word, Wang Yan reached over and locked his throat. At the same time, he hit his stomach with the scabbard, which directly caused the man to lose his fighting ability and the door he was holding on to was loosened.
Wang Yan walked into the door and closed it out of good habit. Wang Yan frowned and looked at the surveillance camera at the door. Sure enough, the new century is different. Criminals are more and more prepared.
Pulling the knife out of its sheath and hanging the blade around the man's neck, Wang Yan asked calmly: "Where is Li Zhenkun?"
"Second... floor."
"very good."
While speaking, Wang Yan completely pulled out the knife from its sheath, slit the man's throat smoothly, put the knife away in the sheath, and then raised the knife to face the several people who had already come out with the knife to kill.
The first time we played against each other, we felt the difference. The few people who were killed were not the street style of ordinary gangsters wielding knives, no matter from the angle of the sword, the strength, or even the footwork.
The eight methods of the sword are sweeping, splitting, poking, cutting, plundering, stabbing, chopping, and thrusting. Each has its own specialties. Most ordinary people use swords to chop, but these people are very different. They cooperated quite a bit, some were flirting, some were stealing, and some were thrusting forward, almost sealing off every aspect of Wang Yan's space.
As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. If there are several people, and one person attacks a vital point, the person will be in a hurry and ignore the head.
Of course, it doesn't work for Wang Yan. As the same saying goes, life and death fighting depends on speed and strength. In front of absolute strength, everything else is just bells and whistles. Only when the strength is equal, it depends on whose ultimate move is more powerful.
Back then, Wu Song, Lu Junyi and others were able to parry Wang Yan's attacks, and they fought back and forth. It wasn't that Wu Song was awesome, but that he didn't really want to kill anyone. A higher level of kung fu can mean the difference between life and death. Even if they are really powerful, it only takes three or five moves to decide between life and death.
In an instant, Wang Yan retreated with a tactic, pushed aside the knife that was sticking out of his face, blocked the knife that was thrust straight into his abdomen, and then stepped forward with a forward kick, kicking away the person who had stolen the lower plate, and then slashed with two knives. When they came out, the other two people covered their necks and fell down, blood overflowing in their hands, trembling and waiting to die.
He took two more steps forward and gave the one who was kicked away a blow. Wang Yan held the knife and strolled behind the massage parlor.
This place is separated from the massage parlor in front, and there are only a few people guarding it on the first floor. At the corner, there is a staircase leading to the underground. The entrance is sealed by an iron door and requires a password to open. There is also a camera on the door. It seems that there is another world down there.
He didn't have any curiosity about it. It was either pornography, gambling or drugs, or some kind of warehouse, which he looked down upon. Now, he only has Li Zhenkun in his eyes.
When people have strong confidence in themselves, when faced with the current situation of being knocked on the door, they usually choose not to run away, but to see what is going on.
It just so happens that Li Zhenkun is a confident player.
When Wang Yan arrived on the second floor, there were already a dozen people waiting in the corridor with knives. It was probably because Wang Yan had struck too quickly and none of the four of them had lasted more than a minute, so they concentrated on working together. And Li Zhenkun was standing behind with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, looking like a big boss.
"I ask myself, we only met once today, and I have no grievances against you. I even left you a phone number. If you have no way to go, you can come to me. Can you tell me why? "
Li Zhenkun couldn't help but scratch his head with a cigarette between his fingers. He really couldn't figure it out. why? Why is this?
Wang Yan smiled and stood at the top of the stairs with a knife in both hands: "You know about the High Table Gene Project, and that's why I'm here. Tell me everything you know, and I'll turn around and leave."
Leaving a phone number didn't mean he was sincerely seeking refuge, he just didn't know where Li Zhenkun lived. If he stayed at the Continental Hotel, he wouldn't be able to take care of it. The phone number is for convenience in making subsequent calls and location tracking.
Li Zhenkun laughed in anger: "The more you know, the faster you will die. You killed four of my people, and now you want to leave, is it possible? I will give you a chance, as long as you..."
How could Wang Yan have the heart to listen to his nonsense? He directly raised his knife and killed him.
Although this corridor is not narrow, it can only provide a good space for two people to swing their swords. If two armies were to confront each other, he would definitely go for the kill very forcefully, and use a wide range of moves, either chopping off the arm or the head. When he was happy to kill, he would also chop in the waist or perform a vertical chop.
But now he didn't choose to do it forcefully, but used skills. Because Dakai Dahe was too bloody, after killing more than ten people, the corridor would be full of blood, which would stain his clothes...
He swung the knife, and the two people in front of him who didn't expect to do it so suddenly were choked. Then, he retreated to parry the attacks of those who reacted.
Knife skills are the same as boxing skills. There are absolutely no dead moves, but a set of coherent movements includes both moves and corresponding methods of movement.
Wang Yan's strength is all over his body, he can send and receive it at will, and every move has powerful lethality. For these small characters in front of him, even though Wang Yan used his skills to avoid killing them too bloody and unhygienic, the battle was over in about a minute.
Li Zhenkun knew that Wang Yan had a few tricks up his sleeve, but he never thought he was so strong. He had already thrown away his cigarette butts and was ready to fight with his machete. Before, he thought Wang Yan was a small character with some abilities, but now he didn't dare to underestimate him, because it could really kill him.
Seeing Wang Yan walking slowly with a knife, and behind him was a pool of blood on the ground, he said, "Let's not take action. I will tell you everything I know."
He wasn't sure whether he could do it better than Wang Yan. For him, uncertainty was already killing him. He asked himself, even though he could kill his more than ten subordinates, he would still have to be stabbed twice, and it would take a long time. But what about Wang Yan? There wasn't even a drop of blood on his body. If there is anything, it would only be the soles.
Unlike Wang Yan who fights alone, he is powerful, and his enjoyment is also not comparable to Wang Yan's. He is a porcelain, and he is not willing to risk his life with Wang Yan unless he has to. Even if he killed Wang Yan, it was really unnecessary if he became disabled. So he wanted to deal with the immediate situation first, and it would not be too late to deal with it later.
Hearing this, Wang Yan stopped immediately, holding the knife with both hands, still with a smile on his face, and nodded happily, looking at Li Zhenkun with appreciation.
"It's a wise choice, let's talk about it."
Li Zhenkun let out a cowardly tone and said, "There are studies on genetic projects in various countries, but as far as we know, only High Table has succeeded. Behind High Table, there are six large consortiums, and they have invested a lot of effort in research. , including human experiments, an unknown number of people have died because of it. So far, it seems to be successful, after all, John Wick is an example, but no one knows if there are other side effects.
Although John Wick seemed fine, dying at that time, or dying a few days later or a few years later, are all side effects. After all, it is tampering with genes. Although I don't understand it, this kind of thing is definitely not that simple. It can be done if it is said to be done.
And in recent years, I have also sold some different races to the high table, including men and women ranging from a few years old to dozens of years old. We are only responsible for East Asia, and presumably people from other regions as well. Although they didn't say it, I think these people were used for experiments.
The reason why I don't tell you more about these things is because there is no way to trace them. Whoever investigates will die, and I don't want to get involved. There is a Presbyterian Church above the Continental Hotel, and the real core of the High Table is above the Presbyterian Church. Do you know who they are? I don't know either. For such a big thing, let alone a lone wolf like you or a small and powerful family like me, do you think those countries are not interested?
They are so hidden that I really don’t know any more. Although I sent those people here before, who knows where they were transferred to afterward? The High Table has vast magical powers, and may be supported by large consortiums. They are also powerful consortiums from multiple countries, and there is a vague shadow of the government behind them. If you want project information and potion formulas, you are just talking nonsense. "
"So you don't know anything..."
"As far as I know these things, many people don't know about them. If you don't believe it, just go to the Continental Hotel and ask. How many people know about this kind of genetic experiment and know that John Wick used it? Apart from the hotel, Manager, if you can ask one of them, you are lucky. We have high authority because we do a lot of things for the high table, and we add our own guesses, so we know a little bit." Li Zhenkun was embarrassed by his incompetence. .
Wang Yan nodded and continued to ask: "I saw on the Internet that we Chinese have some mysterious families. Does your Li family count?"
"We are no better than those who do dirty work. You should be talking about some martial arts boxers who came out of the Republic of China, which is not mysterious. What kind of society is it now? Everything depends on money. We martial arts practitioners, How can I take supplements and improve my kung fu if I don’t have money? I just keep a low profile on weekdays. The children of my family have good kung fu and are ruthless. No one dares to mess with them. I just don’t show off my skills.
I know that there are five relatively powerful companies in Southeast Asia, and one has armed forces in Myanmar. There are two families in Hongmen here that are very capable and low-key. I admit that you are great, but they are not bad either. I advise you not to mess with them, otherwise you will die without knowing how. "
Wang Yan smiled and nodded, then picked up the knife and walked forward slowly.
Li Zhenkun stared and raised his knife in a defensive posture: "You don't keep your word!"
"Did I agree? I know that you will definitely put a reward on me later, and maybe you will also reveal to the high table the information I want to obtain for genetic experiments. In this case, why not I kill you first? Anyway, your family should Everyone will take revenge. And as a warrior, if you are timid before fighting, you will die sooner or later. I will give you a step first."
While speaking, Wang Yan struck down with his sword, and Li Zhenkun defended himself with his sword.
Wang Yan's chop was originally a feint, but the chop turned into a slash, and it struck Li Zhenkun's knife-holding hand. If it were an ordinary person, like the group he just killed, this move would be enough to cut off two or three fingers. But Li Zhenkun did have two moments. Although his speed was very slow, he finally reacted and blocked the vertical knife. At the same time, he stepped forward and stabbed Wang Yan with the knife in his hand.
With a chuckle, Wang Yan got a little lucky. Han Feng, who was blocked by the handle of the knife, deflected Li Zhenkun's stabbing knife with just one tap. With another tap, the tip of the knife cut across Li Zhenkun's wrist and broke his arm. Tetsuji.
Then there was a flash of sword light, and half of Li Zhenkun's other hand was cut off. This knife was originally intended to cut the throat, but Li Zhenkun knew that his move would not be effective when he attacked. This hand was used to use the force to turn around and move away, or to break the face with his fist.
Wang Yan kicked Li Zhenkun away with a disgusting kick, and at the same time, he threw it with a sharp edge, piercing Li Zhenkun's heart and stabbing him to the wall behind, hanging the dying Li Zhenkun on the wall.
His heart was penetrated, and blood foamed at Li Zhenkun's mouth. He stared at Wang Yan in a suit and leather shoes not far away, looking to see if there was any blood on his body because half of his palm was cut off.
After making sure that it didn't touch him, Wang Yan stepped forward and pulled out the knife without even looking at the dead ghost.
He was willing to talk more to explain just now, but it was because Li Zhenkun was sensible and wouldn't let him force a confession. How can such a person live? Scams must defraud the Chinese people, and buying and selling people must be inevitable. They forget their ancestors and lose their conscience. There is no reason to live.
He walked around the rooms with a knife, but didn't get anything useful. The monitoring room was on the second floor, which was convenient for Wang Yan. After all, if the Li family watched the surveillance and directly locked his identity, then the matter would not be resolved without him flying to Bangkok, which would be very troublesome. Now that he has destroyed the surveillance, he can still get some peace and quiet.
What's even better is that the surveillance here is the same console as the surveillance in the basement. As expected, the basement is a casino with some Chinese faces inside, and they are having a good time.
He chopped several times with a knife, removed several hard drives on the computer and took them away. He also took Li Zhenkun's mobile phone. Wang Yan went out through the back door, drove off on the street, and returned to his residence in the suburbs.
As soon as he returned to the community, Wang Yan saw a police car driving in the opposite direction with its lights flashing.
After passing the car and parking it in the garage, Wang Yan lit a cigarette and strolled toward the next door. In the residual light of the streetlight in the distance, Wang Yan could clearly see several broken windows in John Wick's house.
He walked to the door and rang the doorbell politely, but after a while, John Wick, wearing a suit and with fresh wounds on his face, opened the door.
"It seems that the invincible Mr. Night Demon was killed at home before he could avenge his dog or recover his car." Wang Yan walked in and looked at the corpses and blood stains on the ground. Various furniture, craters on the walls, and raised eyebrows at John Wick are quite mocking.
John said coldly: "It seems that you have also worked today."
"I just killed Li Zhenkun in Chinatown. I wonder if you know him?"
"Bangkok?"
"It's him."
"For the genetic project?"
Wang Yan shrugged, and brought back a bottle of Chivas Regal whiskey and two glasses in a familiar manner. While pouring the wine, he said: "Why else? I heard that they are very powerful in Southeast Asia. If it weren't for this matter, I would provoke What are they doing?"
John Wick took the wine and took a long sip, frowning and said: "They will definitely put a reward on you. Li is very important. A reward of two million is enough for you to have nowhere to escape. So if you don't find a place to hide, why don't you come here?" What do you want from me?"
"I heard that there is an organization for beggars in New York. This man is very energetic. I want to meet him."
"He probably knows no more about the genetic project than I do."
"Of course, no one is as good as you as the beneficiary. But my purpose in finding him is to subvert the High Table!"
"No one would give up a peaceful life and choose to die, except you, a lunatic who is looking for death."
"Thank you." Wang Yan drank the wine with a smile.
John Wick asks, "What do I get?"
"Help you again."
"make a deal."
"When will you take me to see him?"
"After killing Yosef Tarasov and getting my car back."
"how long?"
"Two or three days."
"Ok, I will wait for you."
Wang Yan raised his glass to him, and the two drank a glass of wine, which was considered a complete contract. Then he said hello casually, opened the door and walked out.
He knew that John Wick would have to wait for someone to collect the body before he would stay at the Continental Hotel and start a shootout to avoid being wanted by the police...
After returning home, Wang Yan washed up, wore pajamas and sat in front of the computer with his mobile phone.
Now is the Internet age, technology is king. He wants to crack the mobile phones of the white man who discriminated against him and Li Zhenkun to see if there will be greater trouble or other greater gains.
Li Zhenkun killed in vain. He did know something, but he basically knew nothing and talked a lot of nonsense.
There are many kinds of human experiments, and there are also many kinds of genetic experiments. The high table requires people of different ages, genders and races. It is not sure whether it is a project to study bone and muscle strengthening.
The only thing Li Zhenkun said is that it doesn't matter whether the laboratory is located in the United States.
But it seemed to be harder to find, and Wang Yan had to start thinking about attacking the people at the high table directly. Because their level of secrecy is very high, and those with lower ranks don’t know anything, this is an inevitable choice.
In fact, he has always known that no matter how much others know, they will never know more than the people at the high table. It's just that he wanted to do it quietly, so his laboratory was taken away, and all the people and materials were moved away, and then he could study it quietly for a few years.
Obviously, this condition is not met. Then we can only form a team and fight against the high table with real swords and guns. But this time, it is different from his previous gangster identity. After all, he is a killer.
The team cannot be built too big, otherwise it will be a terrorist organization, and it may be greeted by missiles, which is very bad.
Wang Yan thought about the scene of being bombed by missiles, shook his head and smiled, and continued to operate the computer and crack the phone.
For him, it is not difficult to crack the mobile phone, it only takes three or two minutes.
After a rough look, I found that the white man was trash, a little killer wandering alone, a person without dreams. Li Zhenkun’s mobile phone doesn’t contain much secret information. It just contains some handles on local politicians, some evidence of dealings with various gangs, and some information about their family members. Of course, there are also a few of his personal contacts in the bank. Millions of dollars in funding.
Wang Yan accepted these words with a smile. After all, he had to do something. These days, it is difficult to do anything without money...
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