Chapter 754: They Are Afraid

Thomas Austin was the boss of the Chicago Mafia. According to John's statement, this person's strength was roughly equivalent to Viggo Tarasov, whom he had killed before. It was just because the latter was in New York, where there were too many big hooligans, that Viggo seemed like a small fry.

At this moment, Thomas was very panicked; his panic was about the same as Santino's.

He had originally thought that John Wick had nothing to do with him; after all, he was in Chicago, and John was in New York. But later, a subordinate took a photo by the lake and saw John and an Oriental man together; this was truly a pie falling from the sky. After all, the bounty was ten million; even if he were a hooligan, he would have to earn it for a long time; this belonged to God's mercy, letting him pick up money.

So he sent his subordinates to pick up the money without hesitation and at the same time updated the news to the Continental Hotel. Although he thought it was picking up money, John Wick was after all a legendary figure who had been famous for many years. Although he thought there were some exaggerated components, he should still be careful; after all, no one would joke with their own life.

He told the Continental Hotel the news, so the killers hidden in Chicago would also be dispatched, which increased the success rate of surrounding and killing John. He felt he understood clearly; what he was based on was picking up as much as he could, and if he couldn't, so be it.

But he still underestimated John Wick's strength, or the strength of the Oriental man with John, because he very clearly discovered that the famous John Wick was actually led by this unknown Oriental man.

Looking at John standing at the door holding a gun and alert, then looking at the Oriental man sitting in front of him smoking a cigarette and drinking the twenty-year-old Louis XIII brandy he had hidden.

He showed an ugly smiling face: "Sir, please allow me to express my apologies. The High Table is above everything. Mr. Wick has a bounty of ten million dollars. If I discovered his whereabouts but didn't take action, then I would still be sanctioned later. Because this is the highest-level bounty, the Continental Hotel must kill. Ordinary killers can choose not to do it; as long as they don't provide help, no one will pursue it. But forces in our kind of place have no chance to resist; we must do something."

This was Thomas's bar, which had wonderful striptease performances. The explosive music covered the sound of gunfire, and the alcohol numbed their eyes, letting them still enjoy themselves forgetfully.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Thomas, you are right. I understand your difficulties, but apologies shouldn't be expressed with the mouth; you have to demonstrate it with action. For example, now John's life is worth ten million, so... oh, sorry, let me check the text message on my phone."

Taking out his phone and glancing at it, Wang Yan turned back to look at the alert John Wick and greeted: "Hey, John, tell you some good news. Now you don't have to be afraid that I'm lying to you. Because I have also been put on a bounty, and your bounty has increased by five million. I am the same as you; our lives are both fifteen million. It seems they have already received the news of our attack on the laboratory; this should be the anger from the Rock family."

As soon as his voice fell, the phone in his hand rang. He had no choice but to give the bruised and swollen Thomas on the opposite side an apologetic look and then answered the phone: "Adi, we haven't seen each other for only a day, and you can't help yourself? Why are you so quick to recover this time?"

"I'm not looking for you for this matter." Adi's charming voice came over the phone, "Aren't you John's neighbor? The hotel has a bounty of ten million; aren't you tempted?"

"How could I not be tempted? I went to his house the first moment I received the news, but it's a pity, he ran away; I don't know where he is. I guess you must be at my front door now."

"Yes, you are right, so where are you?"

"Of course, I'm out to try my luck and see if I can find him. If I remember correctly, you and John are still friends, so you chose the ten million, right?"

"No, I just came over to see if he was still okay. In fact, even if I chose the ten million, I wouldn't be John's match, would I?"

"Alright, I have to continue trying my luck, goodbye."

Wang Yan had indeed told Adi about confronting the High Table. Although Adi was very surprised, to tell the truth, she wouldn't believe it. In their view, the High Table was invincible. Normally, it was indeed invincible; after all, this was a collection of the world's most powerful hooligan groups, as well as numerous super financial groups hidden behind the scenes. No one in this world would think of overthrowing it; that would truly be seeking death.

What he said was just daydreaming; most of it was taken as him just venting, but no one knew, including John who was now determined to work with him, that he could really do it...

Seeing Wang Yan hang up the phone, John said: "Perhaps she didn't just come to see if I was okay."

"Money can make ghosts push millstones; this is an ancient saying from the East. Who can guarantee they won't be tempted in front of ten million? It's just a matter of one more bullet."

John Wick didn't speak anymore, driving in silence, heading toward Chicago. This trip was destined to be a bloody storm...

It was a twelve-hour drive from New York to Chicago. The two left at midnight, rested on the way, and it was already the afternoon of the next day when they arrived, and it wasn't long before it was night again.

Parking the car on the side of the road, John Wick looked at Wang Yan, then at himself, and said: "We can't hide for too long like this."

Both of them were dressed in suits and leather shoes, especially he himself knew himself; he looked like someone not to be trifled with. At the same time, he was already a famous person and was being pursued by a bounty. By this time, hooligan groups and individuals around the world had basically received the news and were looking for him all over the world. According to his estimation, as soon as the two of them appeared, it wouldn't take a few hours before Chicago would be filled with hooligans.

"We don't need to hide for too long in the first place, as long as it's enough for us to go in and have a good look. If there is no harvest here today, we will return to New York and go directly to kidnap people from the Rock family."

When speaking, Wang Yan's gaze was looking at the environment outside the car window.

The University of Chicago Medical Center; looking at this name, one would know that this is a hospital affiliated with the university. And not far from the hospital, there was a life science laboratory under the hospital. Wang Yan had looked through all the relevant laboratories in Chicago, and after constant screening, only this one remained.

Now is the information age; doing anything will leave traces. Even if it is completely isolated, running to the deep mountains and old forests for secret experiments, as long as it is confirmed that such a thing exists, then as long as various personnel and material flows are synthesized, and there is sufficient time, it can also be found out.

Gianna said the location, revealed the school, and knew the information about the supporting financial group. The number of people in this kind of laboratory must not be small; after all, there are multiple rounds of different human experiments, and the corresponding security and experimental personnel must be fully equipped. And they must also be serving the experimental subjects with good food and drink; it's all a mess.

Synthesizing various searchable and unsearchable news, it was finally locked here; it was very likely a laboratory that hangs a sheep's head but sells dog meat.

John let out a long breath: "I still hope there can be a harvest here."

"I hope so too; after all, some things are called causing trouble, and some are truly called seeking death." Wang Yan smiled, "First, go around here to see the situation, then go eat. We are about to fight; how can we do it on an empty stomach?"

John started the car, and the two looked at the laboratory's security situation, feeling more confident the more they looked.

America has many laboratories, private, corporate, school, and national, all of which have them. The security level of ordinary laboratories is not high, and even if it is a national laboratory, many laboratories have security that is just for show. Of course, this is relative to the strength of Wang Yan and John Wick; the laboratory's security is not as powerful as the defensive strength of a mid-range hooligan leader.

But it is different here; no-dead-angle monitoring and non-stop patrolling security personnel all indicate the importance of this laboratory.

After looking around, the two went to a KFC to eat fast food. It would be dark soon, and they didn't have much time to enjoy the food. And eating actually affects the battle state, so they also had to leave time for John to digest.

Although no one stipulated it, it was indeed a strange thing for two people in well-made black suits to sit in the store and eat fast food. So it was Wang Yan who went to the store to buy the things, and the two ate in the car.

After eating and digesting, they successfully entered the night.

The two came to the outside of the laboratory wall again. John parked and turned off the engine, starting to check his weapons. Wang Yan, sitting in the passenger seat, was typing away on the computer, saying: "Our whereabouts have been exposed."

"When?"

"Just now when we were looking at the scenery at Lake Michigan. At that time, you were telling me about the scenery you and Helen came to see at the Great Lakes; you didn't notice someone taking pictures of us with a phone in the distance."

"Sorry."

"No need." Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, "After all, it was I who wanted to go to the lakeside to see the scenery; sooner or later, it would be exposed, it doesn't matter."

While speaking, he operated for a while longer, put away the computer, and carried it on his back: "Alright, I have already controlled the monitoring; let's make it quick."

John nodded and followed Wang Yan out of the car. He took two rifles from the trunk and loaded several magazines of bullets, just like that, carrying the guns openly to the front gate.

Not giving the four guards at the gate any extra chance, they called them out one by one and killed them on the spot.

The sound of the two people's gunfire also broke the silence here. Visible to the naked eye, the figures in the building began to panic, and many security personnel also held guns and came to support the gate from both sides.

Wang Yan and John each suppressed one side with firepower and rushed directly into the building. The staff who hadn't left were now confused, screaming and running around like headless flies.

In an instant, understanding the situation on the first floor, Wang Yan fired two shots, hitting a middle-aged woman who was fleeing and a bald middle-aged man in the legs. Leaving John at the gate to block and engage in a gunfight with those security personnel, he ran over in a few steps, grabbed the woman by the hair, and slapped her across the face to make her calm down. At the same time, he didn't forget to kick the bald man who was wailing, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, regarding the genetic project for bone and muscle strengthening, who is in charge, and where is it? Say it and I'll spare your life; don't say it and you die."

"It's Professor Fox, but he has already gotten off work." The answer came from the bald man who was holding his stomach and groaning. He said quickly, "The laboratory is on the second basement floor, but it requires identity and palm print verification."

"Very good, then can you pass the verification?"

The bald man very cooperatively took out a work badge and even shook his palm.

"It seems you know what I want. Very good, lead the way; you'd better run." While speaking, Wang Yan fired a shot and ended the life of the middle-aged woman who had just come to her senses and wanted to say something.

Seeing this, the bald man didn't dare to talk nonsense, crawling and rolling to lead Wang Yan down the stairs to the second basement floor. There were also guards here; they already knew someone had attacked, and they had long been prepared.

However, it was only a mere four people. Wang Yan took a pistol bullet, which could be considered easily solving them. This was because of the terrain; he had no space to hide, and four people who were prepared fired in unison; it wasn't easy that he only took two shots.

Wang Yan frowned; it was bullets after all. The bulletproof suit was bulletproof, not shock-absorbing; it still hurt when it hit the body. But that was about it.

He gave the bald man a slap: "You told me there were two people, but there are four people here. Mr. John Bright, I don't know if you want to trap me or what, but if you lie to me again, then I guarantee you will be the first to die. Don't think the Rock financial group will treat your family well; if I don't die, then your family will be miserable. You know, wanting to find your family's information is not difficult."

He, of course, didn't believe it from the beginning, but...

The bald man repeatedly guaranteed and once again crawled and rolled to the door of the laboratory, swiped his card, verified his identity with his palm print, and opened that thick, heavy door.

What came into view was overall plain white; only office desks, chairs, computers, and the like had different colors; the rest were mostly white. In such an environment, it looked very technological.

"You should have two doors here, right?" Wang Yan looked at the empty laboratory, the messy desktop, and various documents scattered all over the floor.

"Yes, there is another door leading to the warehouse next door."

"Human experiments are also conducted over there?"

The bald man was surprised by the amount of information Wang Yan knew, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes."

"Then what is the situation now? Has the project data been transferred?"

"No, it's still there. Very good, show it to me." Wang Yan pointed his gun at the bald man, signaling him to move quickly.

Actually, he wasn't in a hurry. Ordinary small thieves wouldn't rob a laboratory. For this kind of thing, the first thing they think of is not calling the police, but asking their superiors for instructions, requesting support, etc., and eventually, they will all digest it themselves. The most critical thing is that it is already dirty here; calling the police is equivalent to dragging it into the open. Although the Rock family has enough powerful strength to suppress it, there is no need to do something superfluous; perhaps they even have to warn the police not to meddle in other people's business.

The bald man was already afraid. Just now, playing a little trick was his greatest courage; after all, this was truly someone who killed without blinking. He had the heart to work for the financial group but didn't dare; he was really afraid that this person wouldn't die and would kill his whole family first.

Tremblingly, he ran to a room, turned on the computer, entered the password, and after some operation, retrieved the information about the agent and showed it to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan sat in the chair, roughly flipped through the data, confirmed there was no problem, took out his own computer, and after cracking the laboratory's defense system, invaded the laboratory's database.

It was not connected to the outside, and even the monitoring system was independent; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to come in person and would have stolen it remotely.

Taking the hard drive out of the space, he copied all the data. Even if there was really a transfer, or if there was a problem he couldn't see, then copying all the data from this laboratory wouldn't be a problem either.

In fact, the process of him coming here was only five or six minutes; this time was not enough for the people in the laboratory to have too many actions, so it could basically be determined that this was true.

The hard drive's information transmission speed was very fast; it depended on the speed of the computer's operation, not the write speed that the hard drive could withstand. The massive amount of data from the establishment of this laboratory to the present, several decades, was only a matter of tens of seconds.

Finally getting what he wished, Wang Yan put away the hard drive with satisfaction, destroyed the monitoring system, crushed the monitoring records, packed up the computer, and carried it on his back again. He looked at the uneasy bald man, thanked him sincerely, and then without hesitation, sent him out of this world with a 7.62 shot.

There were no good people here; they had done a lot of evil. Even if one thought with their toes, one would know that this kind of project researching the mysteries of the body could not possibly lack human experiments from beginning to end; this belonged to him delivering salvation.

Having completed the mission, Wang Yan left the laboratory located underground and walked up with his gun. Just as he came out of the door, he saw a group of people in tactical formation attacking upstairs, and some were detouring, wanting to take the stairs to flank, and just happened to run into a team head-on.

Striking first, Wang Yan directly grabbed a person, held his gun on the person's shoulder, and fired one bullet at each of the people behind. Then, holding the one who wasn't dead in front, he picked off the security personnel who were attacking upstairs without defense one by one.

His marksmanship was good, and his strength was great; one hand was more stable than other people's two hands. These guards were also just ordinary security clothing, and their weapons were mostly pistols, not to mention bulletproof helmets. Therefore, he was accurate with every shot, and he didn't even change magazines before the ten or so people below were dealt with. By this time, the meat shield in front of him had long been riddled with bullet holes.

A meat shield is the strongest bulletproof vest.

Standing at the corner behind the stairs, Wang Yan called out loudly: "John, we have to go, come down."

Not long after, John Wick, holding guns in both hands diagonally across his chest, limped down. First, he saw the corpses all over the ground with bullet-riddled heads, and only then did he see Wang Yan leaning against the wall with his gun in the blind spot.

He asked: "Did you get it?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Let's go quickly; I estimate it won't be peaceful on our way."

"Where are we going? San Francisco?"

"Of course, our next step is to take the bulletproof material. Since this material comes from there, we naturally have to go over."

John asked: "More than three thousand kilometers, can we make it?"

"It's just over three thousand kilometers." Wang Yan said very easily and walked straight out.

The slightly disheveled John Wick held his gun and retreated, guarding against enemies behind him.

Those guards who were flanking had already chased over, but their fighting will was not very strong; after all, the enemy was too powerful. Especially the ten or so people who fell at the gate, all died from headshots; the result might be that the long-haired guy only lost two hairs. So they just hid in the building and fired a round of shots, watching the two leave.

But Wang Yan and John were not relaxed either. As soon as they came out, they realized that there were quite a few people on the street that shouldn't have had many passersby.

Hiding at the doorway, John shouted at Wang Yan while firing back: "We should be surrounded. Looking at the marksmanship, they are all local Chicago hooligans."

Wang Yan patiently fired shot by shot: "Do you know who the boss is here?"

Although they were in such a situation, the laboratory's security personnel didn't dare to come out to sneak attack...

John answered loudly: "I know, Thomas Austin; these should be his people."

"Very good, then let's see how much money he has, and then send him to hell. Let the hooligans in other cities understand that ten million is not so easy to take."

Wang Yan changed a magazine, suppressed the two sides with firepower, let John rush out to drive the car over to pick him up, hit a few people, and sped away... ===== CHAPTER 755 =====

"Yes, Mr. Wang, you are quite right. The world will not fall into chaos just because someone is missing. The fall of the Rock family is also something many people are happy to see, so we are likewise exercising restraint, not wanting to escalate matters to a point where they cannot be resolved. So, Wang, we let everything end in San Francisco, what do you think?"

"Very well, let us wait and see."

After speaking, Wang Yan casually tossed the phone aside, looked at Tayana, and smiled: "I hope you transfer all the money to my account and then die. I don't know if you have any objections to this?"

Tayana smiled miserably and shook her head: "I only hope it can be painless."

Wang Yan walked to the car that had been riddled with bullets, took out a computer from the back seat cushion, operated it for a while, and placed it in front of Tayana. After she cooperated with the transfer, he smiled at her in a friendly manner and blew her head off with a single shot.

Turning his head to look at John Wick, who was sitting there panting heavily to rest, Wang Yan said: "Everything will end in San Francisco."

John Wick nodded, pulled at the corners of his mouth, and gave a smile: "I thought we were really going to Europe to attack laboratories everywhere."

"As things stand, this is already the limit of what they can endure." Wang Yan laughed heartily, "They dare not let us go; they are afraid..."