In less than half an hour, Long Zhan and Wick drove to Norfolk.
Under Wick's guidance, he turned around and arrived at a factory area on the outskirts of the city that was surrounded by barbed wire and looked like it had been abandoned.
Passing through the rusty and collapsed gate, we drove straight along the factory road and finally stopped in front of a gate.
There were sounds from inside the door, and there was quite a lot of knocking, but the door was closed tightly in Dabai. There was no sign on it, so it couldn't be seen that it was a car factory.
Wick seems to come to this place often, after all, he needs various black cars to transport himself as a killer.
Cars with normal procedures are prone to problems, but cars with unknown origins are a perfect match.
He skillfully opened the car window, stretched out his head to face the camera hanging in the right corner, and made a very unique gesture with his hand.
Less than two seconds passed.
"Da~嗞——"
There was a sound of electric motor, and the closed door slowly opened to both sides.
Long Zhan guessed that the gesture Wick made just now should be the "verification code" of this underground illegal car factory, the kind that only regular customers know.
When the gate opened to a car's width, Long Zhan drove in.
As soon as the front foot of the car entered the gate, the rear door closed again.
When you enter, you will find an empty space with bright lights but nothing visible. It looks like an isolation room. There is a bare sofa next to it, and lying on the sofa is a young black man playing with his mobile phone.
"Park the car here, the boss is inside."
The young black man didn't even raise his head when he spoke, focusing on his mobile phone.
Everything related to illegality was basically made mysterious. Long Zhan didn't feel uncomfortable and drove the car to the side and stopped.
"Come with me."
Wick signaled to Long Zhan and walked to the plastic curtain in front of him with ease.
Pushing open the door curtain and walking in, there is a huge cave inside.
The entire interior space is endless. The factory-like structure is at least several thousand square meters, and you can see all kinds of cars.
From classic cars, expensive sports cars and luxury cars that have been discontinued on the market, to mid- to low-end cars, pickup trucks, commercial vehicles, etc.
It can be said that it has everything!
In addition to all kinds of cars, there are also a large number of mechanics working on these vehicles, such as painting, sheet metal, changing engine numbers, etc. Every step involving the vehicle is operated by very professional people.
It is indeed the largest and most professional illegal modification factory in the entire state of Virginia.
The modification personnel working in the field basically had no big reaction when they saw Wick. Many of them knew Wick as old acquaintances.
However, Long Zhan was a stranger here for the first time, and he was as strong as a polar bear. At first glance, he was not someone to be trifled with.
The technicians who were chatting and laughing in the car park became more alert in their eyes, and they took out an extra handy thing and put it next to them.
Big wrench, hydraulic pliers, screwdriver, big hammer...
Good guy.
They are all street fighting artifacts!
It can be seen from the reactions of these mechanics that as employees of illegal modification factories, their main business is not only repairing and modifying cars.
When it comes to fighting, I'm not timid at all.
If ordinary street gangs want to come here to cause trouble, or if they don't want to pay for modified cars or something, dozens of people really can't make a big deal out of it.
"This tmd, with their modification skills, all of them are talented. It seems that if you want to modify your car in the future, coming here is definitely a good choice."
Long Zhan observed the cars and people as he walked, and found that many cars were very different from the original ones, and the subsequent modifications could hardly be seen with the naked eye.
If it were placed in a regular showroom, it would definitely be considered a new model.
Three hundred and sixty lines, and he will be the number one scholar.
This is absolutely correct!
Compared to Long Zhan, who was still thinking about looking around, Wick, who was walking in front, had a more pure and direct mind. He went straight to the innermost place skillfully and found a middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man is short, with short hair and a leather jacket that looks capable yet wild.
At first glance, it looks like it came from the street.
And this middle-aged man is Leorio, the owner of the car factory.
He and Wick have been old business friends for many years, and he knows very well what Wick's true identity is, and he also knows why Wick came to him.
Because not long ago, someone drove up to Wick's favorite classic car to ask him to modify it.
Now, not only did Wick come to the door in person, he was also followed by a big man with an exaggerated height and eyes burning with fire.
Leorio knew that this matter could not be resolved, so he made a decisive decision in his heart.
Through Leorio's rapidly changing expression, Wick realized that Leorio knew why he was here. He walked over and stood in front of him, and asked directly and openly: "Is the car with you?"
Leorio didn't answer immediately. He picked up the whiskey on the table, poured two glasses, and placed them on the opposite side of the table.
He stretched out his right hand to signal to Long Zhan and Wick, asking them to sit down and have a glass of wine. First, he poured himself another glass and took a sip before saying: "I have appeared before, Yusef Tarasov drove over. of."
"Vigo's son?" Wick frowned.
The reason why Wick's expression changes when he talks about Vigo is that there was an extraordinary relationship between Vigo and Wick.
John Wick, John Wick, was born in Belarus and was an orphan of the Ruska Roma tribe of Russian Gypsies, so John's original name was not John Wick.
And his name is Yadani Jovonovich.
In this tribe, regardless of gender, everyone has a tribal mark engraved on their back, which can also be called a totem, a very domineering tattoo across the back.
There are not only exquisite and complex pictures on it, but also a line of fonts - Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat.
This is an inadequate lesson, to the effect that "fate takes care of the brave."
In this special Russian tribe, tattooing is a must. Men have practiced martial arts since childhood, and women have practiced dancing since childhood. It is also a must.
John is no exception.
More than ten years of martial arts training from childhood to adulthood have created John Wick with a good body that can withstand physical exercise.
As an adult, John Wick left the tribe and became a killer. Not an ordinary killer, but a killer of the world's largest "killer organization."
Because John is a very dedicated and committed person who will not give up until he achieves his goal.
I once killed three people in a bar with just a pencil, and all three of them were accompanied by others. I used my actual actions to fully prove my super strength.
John successfully established a foothold in the killer organization and became one of hundreds of killers.
Because of his Slavic ancestry, he has never failed in a mission and has earned the exclusive title of BabaYaga in the industry.
This is the name of an old witch in Russian legend. This old witch specializes in eating children, but she longs to be a kind grandmother, so she likes to disguise herself as an ordinary old lady and live in the village.
Also because they were both of Lao Maozi's Slavic descent, and also working far away from home in the United States, John became friends with a Russian named Vigo.
At that time, none of them had yet become famous, and they were all little Luo Luo in their own industries.
Only those who know John know that he is a very focused, very committed, very strong person who will not give up until he achieves his goal.
As John's friend, Vigo knew that Wick was different from him who was ambitious. It was better not to be an ambitious person.
It was during this period.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
