Chapter 747

John Wick had a dream. In the dream, his beloved wife who had just passed away told him to live well. They walked together on the beach by the sea, enjoying the beautiful sunset...

It wasn't until a faint pain reminded him that he still had tasks that hadn't been completed. A group of little thieves who didn't know where they came from sneaked into his house in the middle of the night, beat to death the dog that accompanied him that his beloved wife bought before she died, stole his beloved Ford Boss 729, and arrogantly beat him unconscious to the ground.

He said sorry to the figure in the 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 unable to help but frown. His stomach, back, face, and back of his head had all suffered heavy blows; this feeling was not good.

However, what made him feel even worse was the aroma of fried steak that his nose smelled.

"Mr. Wick, a comfortable life has made you relax your vigilance. Who would have thought that the legendary Mr. Night Demon would be beaten to death by a few little thieves in the middle of the night in his own home, his dog beaten to death, his car stolen, and he himself beaten into a coma... Sorry, let me check the time. It's 2:20 now. If you count the time I came, oh, respected Mr. John Wick, you were beaten unconscious by a few unknown little thieves for 1 hour and 32 minutes."

John Wick ignored the damn mockery. He groaned and stood up with difficulty, smoothed his messy long hair, and frowned at the Oriental man who was sitting on the sofa in the living room not far away, wearing pajamas, eating steak, and drinking a bottle of 1974 Romanee-Conti dry red wine from his collection, if he hadn't seen it wrong.

"Who are you?"

Wang Yan of course noticed the danger in John Wick's eyes, but he acted as if he didn't see it, eating steak and drinking red wine on his own. After the pretense was over, he then spoke lightly: "I live next door to you, just moved in yesterday. My name is Wang Yan; you can call me Wang."

"Wang?" John Wick repeated suspiciously, searching in his brain for which player this was, finally shook his head, frowned and asked, "Do you work for the High Table?"

The High Table, the high table. It is the supreme ruler in this drama, possessing supreme authority, formulating rules and guarding rules. The High Table is a collective organization, with a so-called Elder Council, controlling some forces under it, and supervising and managing the Continental Hotels scattered all over the world.

The Continental Hotel is just a hotel. It's just that it specifically provides services for people in the underground world such as killers and hooligans, a one-stop entertainment. And inside the Continental Hotel, no one is allowed to use force. Once force is used, they will be executed. It can be considered a safe island, which also fits the name of the Continental Hotel very well. Outside is an ocean full of killing and death; once on shore, they become civilized people.

Perhaps it can also be understood by inserting it into the plunder during the Age of Discovery. Countless fleets explored and grabbed wealth outside, and after returning to their countries, they all became noble gentlemen and rich landlords one by one.

All roads lead to Rome; it's all that principle...

"No, I'm just a small character who has just performed a task once and just passed the registration assessment."

Wang Yan shook his head, very elegantly forked the last piece of steak on the plate, slowly drank red wine, and continued to speak in 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 all myself as if I were a robber. Don't worry, I have no malice towards you; it's just that I heard someone noisy in my sleep, and then I saw a few people arrogantly driving your car away in front of my house, so I came over to see what the situation was. You know, people always claim to be brave, curious about too many irrelevant things, and coincidentally, I am just like that."

"Has no one told you that this will lead you into the abyss!"

In John Wick's cold words, there was murderous intent. He glanced at this Oriental man in front of him, turned around and took out a family medical kit from a box in the living room, wiped the blood on his face with the alcohol wipes inside, and endured the slight stinging pain.

He sat opposite Wang Yan, poured himself a large glass, drank it in one gulp, and asked, "Your purpose?"

"I said, just watching the fun."

"Just like 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, stated a fact, and turned to say, "But I do have some things I want to ask you."

Seeing John Wick's gaze lingering on the pistol, Wang Yan didn't care, and said on his own the question he wanted to know: "As far as I know, you were trained by the High Table since you were a child, and those killers with you are all very strong. Their bone and muscle strength far exceed ordinary people, and even professional athletes cannot compare with you. John, can you tell me how this is done?"

John Wick's gaze moved away from the good-looking Desert Eagle, looking coldly at the Oriental man in front of him: "I said just now, this will lead you into the abyss; you are walking on the road to death."

"John, you have a lot of entertainment spirit." Wang Yan shook his head amusedly, "No matter what we do, from the moment we are born, we are walking on the road to death. This does not depend on whether I pry into some so-called secrets. If you trust me, then we can make some deals, such as providing you with help when you are in trouble."

"Help me?"

John Wick's suspicion was written on his face. Wang Yan smiled, stretched out his hands to show him front and back in the air, and then, in his puzzled eyes, one palm opened its five fingers and easily patted the surface of the wooden coffee table.

With the palm patted down, there was a loud bang. When the palm left, John looked over again, only to see a sunken handprint revealed. But the cups and wine bottles on the table only vibrated, and the scarlet wine inside rippled.

"Chinese Kung Fu? Bruce Lee?"

John was very surprised. The solid wood board on the coffee table was not thick. He could shoot through it, could smash it, but leaving only a handprint on it without destroying the table, he could not do it no matter what. He understood the principle of this move. Because he had an understanding of Chinese martial arts, he knew this move was called "Inch Power". This requires powerful strength, extremely high force-exerting skills, and even more powerful palms.

After all, this is not standing up and using fists to hit wooden boards or bricks, but sitting down and hitting casually, which represents the need for more powerful ability.

"It's just a small trick for carving statues; it doesn't count for anything. What do you think of this deal?" Wang Yan thoughtfully changed the adjective "carving insects' small skills" to say to the foreigner.

"You can't get it." John Wick said, "I don't know the specifics, only that this is a human gene project related to superhumans done by the High Table's laboratory. We are beneficiaries, and also experimental subjects. Actually, as long as your level is reached, you will know later."

"What level?"

"After completing 30 tasks, the Continental Hotel's data room will be opened, and these can all be seen. The specific requirement is to complete a high-difficulty task and 100 million US dollars. How many people have completed it, I don't know, but I think it must not be many. Because there used to be many famous and capable people, and now they have all disappeared."

John's tone had a hint of mockery, or mocking himself, or mocking the High Table, or mocking those peers who once blindly pursued power, or mocking Wang Yan's overestimating his own strength.

Wang Yan smiled indifferently, knowing that John Wick, a player whose brain was either guns or bullets, could not provide further information. But it also proved that he was right. Since this so-called superhuman gene project existed, and it made John Wick kill wildly, it proved that this world was indeed not as simple as it looked on the surface.

Not to mention anything else, when the High Table sanctioned John Wick, it dispatched an organized, well-equipped force similar to an army. Or in another aspect, John Wick killed so many people along the way, and the lack of a police wanted notice also explained the problem.

What the director thinks and how the movie is filmed is not important, because now he has come over, and the living father will perfect the world. No matter if it is reasonable or not, it exists truly and surely.

"Your permission should be enough. Can you find a way to bring those materials to me?"

"No, they are all paper-based. I can't memorize them, and I'm not allowed to carry any electronic products, let alone allowed to bring people there." John seemed to be recalling, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, there isn't much information. It just introduced some things about the High Table and the affairs between various sects, and then some information about gangs, etc. It's just some relatively secret information. The manager of the New York Continental Hotel, Winston, said that is the truth of the world."

The truth of the world? The world has never had a truth, just a power game of the law of the jungle.

Without continuing to entangle, Wang Yan said: "You made a big profit, John. You want me to help you with just a few words. You have always been a troublemaker. I think this time, maybe you will pull me in."

John shrugged his shoulders: "Fair trade, I hope you are indeed strong."

"John, do you think you have really retired?"

"I have already spent five years of comfortable life, no tasks, no death, and no one like you appearing in front of me."

"You are too naive."

Wang Yan smiled, "You don't think the High Table is really that compassionate, do you? It's just that they haven't used you yet. Before your wife died, if you were refused to do things, they would definitely threaten you with your wife. Now that your wife is dead, if they find you to do things and are refused, then they will launch a pursuit against you. Are you waiting for death or resisting? You will resist, right? Then you have fallen into the vortex again, with endless killing. For someone like you, the best destination is death."

John didn't commit himself: "If you continue to investigate the gene project, then believe me, you will definitely die before me."

"Are you loyal to the High Table?"

"I am loyal to myself."

"Very good, John. I think when you figure it out, we can cooperate."

"Cooperate on what?"

Wang Yan smiled: "Destroy the High Table, or fight against it. Putting down weapons, there is no other way but death. John, true retirement is not being gifted by others, praying for them to let you stay away from the vortex and live a stable life. It is relying on the gun in your hand to kill your way out. Letting others not dare to disturb your peaceful life, this is true retirement."

John Wick was not shocked by Wang Yan's whimsical ideas, "You are not the first person to have such thoughts, but your predecessors are all dead." He looked at the Oriental man in front of him with the eyes of looking at a dead person, and said very seriously, "The High Table is invincible!"

"That must be because they are not strong enough." Wang Yan looked up and drank the wine in the glass, carried the Desert Eagle on the table, and said a string of numbers, "I wish you a smooth operation. If you need anything, call me. I live to the left of your house, or you can come to me."

John Wick didn't speak, just watched Wang Yan leave his house, picked up the bottle and drank the remaining wine, stared at the handprint on the coffee table for a moment, got up and cleaned up a pool of blood he had been beaten out of in the living room, and then took a sledgehammer in the tool room and went to the basement, smashing the past belonging to the Night Demon that he had sealed with cement...

This is a mid-range community in the suburbs of New York, almost leaving New York. Of course, even if it is mid-range, it is a luxury house. They are all two-story small villas, with gardens, swimming pools, and the building density is not very large, and the greening is of course not bad. There is still a living experience.

As a killer, John Wick has a lot of retirement money. After all, he has been famous for many years, has performed many tasks, and makes a lot of money. But in the final analysis, he is just a worker. There are not so many things in the world that cost millions of dollars to kill others, so the house here is roughly the price he can accept, and more money still needs to be left to enjoy life.

Perhaps it may also be that his wife doesn't know his killer identity, and he doesn't have a proper job, so it's hard to explain the source of funds.

Wang Yan really lives next door to John, and it is also a house with a general layout. He returned to the room and didn't rush to do anything, because time was very ample, and it wasn't bad for this bit. He came over in the evening, just as he told John, watching those few boys go away, and then he went to John's house. He comfortably fried three steaks, drank wine, and talked until John woke up and had the above conversation.

This meeting was okay, at least established a connection and confirmed the information he wanted to know. But it was also not very pleasant. John was cold, and he could pretend more than he, Wang Mou, so he didn't like it.

In the next few days, John Wick will set off to destroy that hooligan group with some strength for his dog and his car. Basically, it's killing wildly, without any obstacles.

Since he couldn't die, Wang Yan was too lazy to pay attention. The top priority is to sleep first. He came in the evening, so he didn't need to adjust the jet lag. And it seems that the fighting here all happens at night, and he shouldn't have many opportunities to sleep well in the future...

Because this world is going to take action, he is not short of exercise. So Wang Yan didn't get up early again, but slept until after eight o'clock. Using the ingredients at home, he made two sandwiches, fried two steaks, and made a fruit salad.

He sat at the dining table alone, doing nothing, just eating breakfast quietly, because one person also needs to eat well.

John left early in the morning to find his car...

After breakfast, Wang Yan washed up, sat in the study where the windows were bright and clean and the sun shone in, and opened the computer to operate.

The living father didn't give him more information, just arranged for him to register and join the killer organization, which is registered at the Continental Hotel. But obviously, no matter how strong the Continental Hotel is, no matter how hard the High Table is, so many killers can't have only one company. And the most critical point is, how many people in the world need killers to kill?

According to the information provided by the living father, his first registered task had a reward of only a pitiful 5,000 dollars, killing a small leader of a hooligan organization. There are still many things he doesn't know, which need him to pursue and investigate himself.

It's just that the timeline now is 2014, the internet era...

Some people say that the internet that ordinary people come into contact with is only 4%, which is the tip of the iceberg, and the more 96% is hidden behind the scenes, unknown to the public. And the definition of this 96% is called the deep web, which cannot be accessed publicly and cannot be indexed.

The dark web that people talk about as being mysterious belongs to a corner of the deep web. Of course, the dark web also has levels, just as hooligans have sizes. There is a lot of illegal and criminal information here, drug trafficking, arms, human trafficking, money laundering, assassination, extremism, pornographic content, hacker services, personal privacy, etc., etc.

As a person who has mastered master-level computer technology, computers can be said to have been played through, not much more difficult than eating and drinking, and he found the entrance very easily.

He flipped through various materials, understanding the underground world of this world. The popularity of the High Table is still very high. After all, they don't hide when they kill people, and the Continental Hotel also provides shelter for various criminals, looking like a high-and-mighty middleman. It's impossible to be low-key, and there is relevant information everywhere.

It's just that although the information is messy, there is no one who explains what is going on with the High Table. They are all small miscellaneous fish, and what they hear are legends. Those who really know what is going on don't dare to talk nonsense.

But it doesn't matter. Wang Yan even went to make tea, patiently flipping through various news, looking for various intelligence. He found the reward website provided by the Continental Hotel to the outside world. Although the movie played that it was a phone call, obviously the killer organization's phone is not so easy to get. In the internet era, it must also adapt to the internet. Although the computers they use are not very high-end, they are still computers, and the technology is just that much. Besides, that is not used by technicians, but belongs to customer service.

In this way, searching and invading all the way, he didn't find any information about the High Table carrying out gene research and developing agents that can enhance bone and muscle strength. But he did find information about the American government's research, but this can't explain anything.

To say that the High Table has no connection with the government is impossible. But to say who exactly researched it, it's really hard to say. Because there are many and messy forces, perhaps it is the government, perhaps it is a consortium, perhaps the High Table behind it is a consortium or something.

For this kind of research that belongs to the frontier, countries all over the world, as long as they have some scientific research ability, all want to study it. The so-called superhumans may just be derivatives, to put it bluntly, it's still the matter of immortality.

Wang Yan searched for a day like this, and even arrogantly invaded the US government military, looking for information about superhumans or super soldiers, and also had no harvest. Some things are not connected to the internet, perhaps things related to these are like this.

However, he didn't really have no harvest. He just didn't find things related to gene agents, but there were still many in other aspects. For example, some killer unions, hooligan groups, etc.

He also checked some intelligence about the Chinese. The Hongmen still exists and is still very strong. There are killer unions composed of Chinese, and several very strong families, which are said to be very capable of fighting. He even saw things related to Japanese ninjas, saying that they really exist and are very strong.

Although he found it, the truth is hard to distinguish. After all, the High Table has dispatched organized combat units suspected to be the army. How strong can the Hongmen be? There are Chinese families, this point is possible, but to say they are capable of fighting, Wang Yan maintains a skeptical attitude. As for the so-called ninjas, it is estimated that they are normal samurai wielding long swords, similar to the one who sanctioned John in the play, or the manager in the Tokyo Continental Hotel.

If these are true, as mysterious as the internet says, then the Holy See must have knights, Islam must have Quran messengers, Hinduism must have Dharma protectors, etc...

Perhaps they really exist, but they are definitely not as mysterious and powerful as they are rumored to be. After all, there is no lack of bragging anywhere. A bunch of criminals, still criminals who hang out on the internet, are not much stronger than internet tycoons.

In fact, how strong they are, in the case of not fighting, cannot be known very clearly. For example, John Wick, Wang Yan is sure that he is not his opponent, but without fighting, he doesn't know how many moves John Wick can hold.

This stems from his own perception of danger, not the mysterious ability to distinguish strength by looking at momentum. After all, John Wick is cold, and he feels more powerful than him. But in reality, when John Wick had murderous intent towards him, he didn't feel a crisis. Although it was also mysterious, compared to being able to know the strength by looking at people, it was still far behind.

Such a full day passed, Wang Yan went upstairs and changed into a black suit. This is what was played in the movie, the bulletproof suit John Wick wore. Similar to this soft bulletproof, the real world has long had technology, but it doesn't have the movie's strong defensive ability and is not so thin. Especially the tailor's craftsmanship is very good, and it is very comfortable to wear.

Obviously, this is a very strong technology, and he must find a way to master it.

After putting on the suit and leather shoes, he went to the basement of the house. This is considered a gun arsenal. Guns were hung on the wall one by one, and the backlight was still on as in the scene in the movie, which felt quite good.

This is a world belonging to killing. Compared to close-quarters combat, holding a gun and shooting is simple, efficient, and relaxed.

Wang Yan collected an HK416 rifle equipped with a red dot sight into the space. This is a gun equipped by many countries' armies, and even special forces, and is relatively reliable. It has great power, durability, and precision is not bad.

He also collected two Desert Eagles. This is a world-famous gun with great power. He doesn't care about the recoil. For him, it is used well, and there are basically no shortcomings. Moreover, the guns he has here are basically tactical modified custom versions, with better performance and more in line with his gun-using habits.

After loading a few more magazines and a pile of bullets, the sky also turned dark. He went to the garage, drove the familiar S8, left this remote place, and headed towards New York Manhattan.

At the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue, there is a hotel, which is the New York Continental Hotel...