Chapter 753 Tracking

The most prosperous place is Manhattan, where all kinds of skyscrapers are built in clusters. This can be said to be the economic and financial center of the entire United States, or it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the world's financial center. The famous Wall Street is here.

In the center of such a central city, speeding chases, murders, and even the explosion of a building here later, did not cause any disturbances...

After parking the car at the door, a hotel staff came to help move the car. Wang Yan looked up at the tall building in the shape of a triangular cone in front of him, shook his clothes, stomped his feet, smoothed out the wrinkles on his body, stepped on the pointed jacquard shiny big leather shoes and walked up the stairs and walked into the Continental Hotel.

The interior decoration of the hotel is generally dark, with many Western religious elements. The dome is very high, just like a Gothic building. Being in it makes people feel how small they are, and it gives people a mysterious and dark feeling full of Western feelings.

Wang Yan walked straight to the hotel front desk where there was only a bald black man wearing glasses. The black man was named Charon Riddick, a good assistant to Winston, the manager of this Continental Hotel. The black man died in the end, shot down, which was considered to help Winston.

Of course he didn't know the black man's name, but there was an ID card at the front desk, which was clearly written on it.

He looked up at the Oriental man in front of him, and then looked at the computer on the table, and smiled like a gentleman: "Mr. Wang, congratulations on becoming a member of the Continental Hotel. Are you here to collect the gold coins?"

Seeing Wang Yan nod, he opened the drawer and took out one from a pile of neatly stacked golden coins...

He held the gold coin and pushed it on the counter to Wang Yan, still smiling on his face: "The popular gold coin of the High Table is made of pure gold and weighs one ounce. According to today's closing gold price, it is worth 986 US dollars. The front is Satan, and the back is Jesus. The inscription on the circle of the gold coin is not to follow the counsel of the wicked, not to stand in the way of sinners, and not to sit in the seat of the scornful. This is the law of the Old Testament and our code of conduct.

Internally, we use gold coins to purchase services, Anywhere in the world where there is a Continental Hotel. Provide medical care, firearms, intelligence, corpse collection and other services. Maybe one gold coin, or maybe ten gold coins.

Sir, you can remelt it and sell it at the market price. But please don't directly flow the gold coins out. Believe me, you will regret it.

The last point, the Continental Hotel will provide you with a free service after the first registration. May I ask how I can help you? "

Wang Yan nodded and said, "I haven't had dinner yet, provide me with a dinner."

This request surprised Charon. Generally speaking, most people who enjoy free services for the first time will choose various tactical modified firearms, or ask for some intelligence. It is rare for players like Wang Yan to ask for dinner.

But Charon didn't say much. This is a place where mentally ill and perverted people gather. People with high skills are bold and no brainless choices are strange.

He smiled and said, "As you wish, Mr. Wang. We have the best chef team here, and all the ingredients are top-notch. Today's beef is airlifted from Australia, foie gras comes from Hungary, and all other top-notch ingredients are fresh. It's just that there may not be Chinese dishes that suit your taste, 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 mainland hotels, violence is not allowed. Once it happens, the party that takes the lead in violence will be sanctioned. This is an iron rule and cannot be challenged."

After getting Wang Yan's affirmative answer, he pointed to the other side: "Mr. Wang, the restaurant and bar are over there, unlimited supply, enjoy your dinner."

Wang Yan smiled and thanked him, took the gold coins on the counter in his hand, turned them back and forth between his joints very flexibly, and walked towards the hotel restaurant.

Although it was just dark, and it was not yet time for these people who claimed to be in the real world to come out, there were already quite a few people here. Basically, they were drinking and chatting, and few were eating.

In fact, it is not surprising that there are so many people, because there are not so many hotels in the mainland. Only the capital of a developed country or an economic city will have a branch, and there are only more than 20 in total. The United States, which ranks fourth in land area and is the world's number one military, political and economic power, has only two hotels. One is now the East Coast Twist, and the other is in San Francisco on the West Coast.

Ignoring the scrutiny of others, Wang Yan sat alone at a table, flipped through the menu for a while, ordered a lot of dishes, and asked for a bottle of wine, then sat there quietly looking at the people around him.

Killers are not all cold and aloof. And because of the complex composition, there are people from all over the world, and people of all different cultural levels gather together, and their basic quality is very worrying.

It's normal to think about it. After all, people who are really knowledgeable and cultured will never seek death and make money with their lives. Even if it is a crime, it is a so-called high-IQ crime. Finance, money laundering, stealing intelligence, etc. are relatively more concealed and safe, and the income is not bad, or even higher. At what time, the players who sell hard labor and do dirty work will earn the least.

The people here are used to lawlessness. Anyone who doesn't have a few lives on his hands would feel embarrassed to speak, or would feel embarrassed to sit here because it would burn his butt.

Wang Yan is a stranger, and he is an oriental, so he is not very popular in front of these foreign devils. Especially these people have a worrying quality, and if they are racists, they will be even crazier.

Although it is hard to tell what kind of person he is, who is not a ruthless character? Except for the well-known and long-established ruthless people like John Wick, who is afraid of whom?

So Wang Yan just sat here quietly. Before he troubled others, someone came to trouble him. It's not that there are no other Asians here, but it's obvious that those people are famous, so people are more cautious at this time and will not challenge them casually.

But Wang Yan has a stranger face, looks quite old, and looks easier to bully, so naturally someone came forward to test him and see his strength.

A strong white man came over, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Wang Yan without any courtesy. He stretched out his hands and scratched the corners of his eyes, making his eyes narrow, and said: "A newbie who just registered? Chinese? Japanese? Korean?"

This is the Chinese translated by Wenming. In fact, the foreign devil said the three discriminatory words "Chink, Jap, Gook". This is an old discrimination expert, layering buffs.

There is no doubt that being discriminated against in America is a normal thing. In Brooklyn, where Chinese people gather in New York, discrimination incidents are common.

It is normal for this group of scumbags to have an idiot who has no number. Before, Wang Yan thought it would be black people who came out to cause trouble, but obviously, black people are also discriminated against here. They don't want to cause trouble in a place where ruthless people gather. Or they also want to discriminate against Wang Yan, but they haven't made up their minds yet, and this white trash got there first.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and secretly calculated that it had been several years since he had personally killed someone. He smiled politely and said, "I only have one gold coin. If you don't mind one more gold coin, let's go out and talk?"

He didn't know more news yet, so he didn't want to be hostile to the high table at the moment, so he had to abide by their rules for the time being.

The white man was stunned for a moment, then realized what Wang Yan meant and grinned, "Why don't you just give me the gold coin and I'll leave you a way out."

"Don't talk so much nonsense, are you going?"

"Now?"

Wang Yan didn't answer, but stood up, told the waiter in the restaurant to come back in a while, and went out first. The white man also grinned and left behind in the noise of watching the fun and joking around.

Charon quietly watched the two people who walked out of the hotel one after another. This kind of appointment to fight is very common. Otherwise, how can a group of lawless guys resolve the conflict? Of course, only the death of one party is the best way to eliminate the conflict.

Outside, in a small alley not far from the hotel. It can't 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. All the evils under the prosperity are here.

Seeing Wang Yan enter the alley, the strong white man took out a spring dagger from his pocket with a grim smile. After following him in, he didn't say anything nonsense and rushed directly to the oriental boy who was standing there and smiling at him.

He originally wanted to give this boy a chance, but the boy's smile made him uncomfortable. He decided to give this boy redemption.

Wang Yan likes this, because he doesn't really like nonsense, especially when killing people.

Looking at the foreign devil who came with a sharp blade, Wang Yan only took a step back, stretched out his hand to grab the foreign devil's knife hand, and stretched it back along with the foreign devil's forward momentum. At the same time, he stepped sideways and moved forward, and the other hand was lightly printed on the foreign devil's chest.

With just this one blow, the foreigner's eyes widened. Before he could scream in pain, Wang Yan closed his palm, bent the joints of his four fingers, and hit the foreigner's throat with the second knuckle, knocking back his scream. At the same time, he turned his other hand and took down the foreigner's switchblade.

Wang Yan accurately held the handle of the knife, cut the artery of one of the foreigner's arms with one knife, and then cut the artery of the other hand with the same method, and quickly cut off the foreigner's two arms. At the same time, two side kicks cut the foreigner's two calf bones, and punched the Adam's apple, once again knocking back the foreigner's scream, and then kicked him straight, muffling him against the wall, and slowly sliding down.

He casually threw the dagger in his hand into the foreigner's stomach like a flying knife. Wang Yan patted the non-existent dust on his hands, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it, stood there with his arms folded, looked at the wailing foreigner, and puffed out cigarettes lightly, and finished the job.

This foreigner couldn't even survive a single blow. Wang Yan's palm strike could be replaced by a flat strike to the throat, which could directly break the foreigner's throat, break the connection between the head and the body, and kill him in one blow.

But who made this foreigner talk too much? He'll suffer a little, and the blood will be drained in a while.

"Sir, I know I was wrong, please forgive my offense..."

Looking at the blurred face behind the flashing red dots, the foreigner endured the pain and begged for mercy.

"Sorry, I'm not God, I hope there is no discrimination in Satan's hell." Wang Yan still smiled and lightly rejected the foreigner's request for mercy.

Hearing Wang Yan's refusal, the foreigner stopped talking. He leaned against the wall weakly, and his lifeless eyes seemed to flash with nostalgia. He used his small brain to recall his sinful life.

Wang Yan just smoked a cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt on the foreign Japanese who was already in shock and pretended 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. It's just the right time to come back." He still greeted Wang Yan with a smile.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, took out a gold coin from his pocket, flicked it with 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. His bottle of wine cost five to six hundred dollars. Counting a bunch of dishes he ordered, many of them were so-called top-quality ingredients. Eating such a meal out would cost a lot. 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 body was so neat and tidy, 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 John Wick. It's 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 I have a good life, but I can't live with this ambition. Once I have money, I want to have more money. By chance, I heard that the money comes quickly from the mainland 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. He 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 killed the dog and took away 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's brows furrowed: "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 other Asian faces, Wang Yan continued to eat and drink, and smiled. Because it was right to come to this hotel, at least this Li Zhenkun showed that he knew some things, and he should know more than John Wick.

This Li Zhenkun is a martial artist, his lower body is very stable, and he has some kung fu. And the Chinese naming is very interesting. Obviously, Zhenkun is not a casual one. He is engaged in illegal and criminal activities, and he is also a martial artist with two hands. He also introduced himself to Li Shuwen. So this name must not be accidental. Zhenkun is a hexagram, Zhen is on top and Kun is on the bottom. Zhen means thunder and Kun means the earth is smooth. This is the Yu hexagram, which means the earth is giving birth to spring. It is a lucky hexagram, and it is somewhat reliant.

There are only two kinds of families who take this kind of name, one is educated and the other is uneducated. Obviously, the family behind Li Zhenkun should have some inheritance, which is a good thing.

Wang Yan quietly ate a rich and delicious dinner. He did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat on a high stool at the bar counter and asked a very sexy woman with her hair in a bun and tattoos on her body to bring him a bottle of whiskey with ice. He silently paid attention to Li Zhenkun's movements.

"I am Adi Bonnet. Hello, sir. I rarely see Orientals."

Wang Yan turned the glass: "Why?"

"It seems that you are a new rookie." Adi smiled. "Tokyo, Singapore, and Bangkok have mainland hotels, and Orientals also have their own bases. You have to know that mainland hotels are just hotels."

"I am indeed new here. As for whether I am a rookie, you may have to experience it yourself to know." Wang Yan continued to drink and said dirty words casually.

A group of people who make money with their lives 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 leaned forward and lay on the bar, her breasts were deformed due to the pressure, revealing a deep cleavage. She stroked Wang Yan's face with her hand: "Then let me experience it?"

Of course she saw Wang Yan go out to fight with someone just now, otherwise she would not talk to someone who has no ability. Now, this oriental man has aroused her sexual interest very well, so let's play.

Wang Yan took her hand off very naturally, took her pulse, then stretched out his hand to touch the groove, felt the elasticity, and shook his head with some regret: "Not today, I still have something to do."

"You have any idea about them? Then I advise you to give up."

"Do you know them?"

Adi smiled: "Not sure, they are doing business, we are killing people. It's just that they are very strong, their personal strength is strong, and their family's power is even stronger. We are all fighting alone, it's best not to provoke them. Otherwise, even if you can kill him, there will be countless people coming to trouble you later."

"Of course I don't want to kill him, I'm just curious. He just tried to win me over to hang out with him, I'm more curious about why he came here for nothing? Didn't you say that the Chinese have a base here?"

"Who knows?"

Wang Yan didn't want to know, he could do whatever he wanted, he only had the gene project to strengthen the human body in his eyes, as long as John Wick didn't die, everything else was a small matter, he was too lazy to care.

In fact, Winston, the manager of this hotel, should know this, but he is a nobody and cannot talk to him. If he is threatened, it will cause trouble. At that time, he will not have to do anything else. He will basically be in the same situation as John Wick, being hunted and fighting every day.

He did not object. After all, he was an old man and had to move around. It was just that it was not worth it to delay serious matters.

In just a short while, Li Zhenkun had already stood up and led his people away. Wang Yan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stretched out his hand to stroke Adi's well-maintained face without heavy makeup, and used his thumb to play with her lips: "I will come to you tomorrow night to let you see if I am a rookie."

"Come back alive and talk."

Wang Yan knew that this foreign girl did not believe him, and in fact, he did not believe it himself. He smiled and raised his eyebrows to Adi: "Keep it a secret for me."

After that, he simply stood up and left, standing at the door of the hotel watching Li Zhenkun and his group get in the car and leave. When his car arrived, he drove behind them.

Adi watched Wang Yan leave, shrugged indifferently, and drank while wiping the cup tirelessly. Her main job is a bartender at a mainland hotel, and she also kills people part-time...

(Should the bullet turn?)

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