Chapter 754: Change the Way

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 is a large market, and people communicate in Chinese. Living here is not much different from my hometown if I don't know that I am in a foreign country. The people here are mainly from the southeastern coastal areas of China, mostly from Guangdong Province, Fujian Province and Hong Kong.

In fact, compared with people from other places, it is the coastal generation that is more courageous and spirited. This has nothing to do with personal combat effectiveness, but their mental will to survive in the sea and face the storm is generally stronger and more enterprising. Overseas Chinese are also mostly from coastal areas. Either they were affected by war in modern times, or they went abroad to make a fortune later.

Parking outside a store with a sign on the door saying "Li Ji Massage", Li Zhenkun and his group got out of the car and walked around the back door and walked in.

Wang Yan did not move, parked the car, turned off the engine, lit a cigarette, and sat in the car quietly waiting. After a long time, no one came out. Wang Yan was sure that this was where Li Zhenkun was staying.

He raised his hand and took a look 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 prevent acid and alkali corrosion. The most important function was accurate time with small error.

The time displayed on the watch was already 10:35, which was an awkward time. People who were resting had already rested, and people who were not resting were energetic.

The population density of Chinatown is not small. There are ordinary business people, ordinary workers, and ordinary gangsters. There is no doubt that the foundation of Chinese gangs is Chinese. Then, as a gathering place for Chinese, Chinatown naturally has traces of Chinese gangs. There are all kinds of people, and there are still many people on the street.

Wang Yan is not John Wick. The police don't arrest John, which doesn't mean they won't arrest him. He doesn't want to hide after making trouble.

When he was fighting with the white man in the hotel, it was a problem whether the white man took out the switchblade or not. So, if other people can have gunfights on the street and blow up buildings in broad daylight, it is not necessarily the case for Wang. He should be careful.

So even though he brought a gun, he still got out of the car with his 'Hanfeng' sword.

Similarly, he went around to the back door and knocked on the door with the handle of the knife. After a few knocks, a short-haired, strong man in casual clothes opened the door. Seeing Wang Yan, who was unfamiliar, he was still in a suit and leather shoes, holding a knife that looked expensive. He narrowed the gap in the door with some caution and asked in a Shandong accent: "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Li Zhenkun asked me to find him." Wang Yan always had a kind smile on his face.

"Wait a minute, let me confirm." As he spoke, the man was about to close the door.

Without saying a word, Wang Yan reached out and locked his throat, and at the same time hit his stomach with the scabbard, which directly made the man lose his fighting power and loosened the door he was holding tightly.

Walking into the door, Wang Yan closed the door as he was used to. He frowned and looked at the surveillance camera at the door. Sure enough, the new century is different. Criminals are getting more and more prepared.

He drew his knife out of the sheath, and hung the blade on the man's neck. Wang Yan asked calmly, "Where is Li Zhenkun?"

"Second... floor."

"Very good."

While speaking, Wang Yan completely drew his knife out of the sheath, cut the man's throat, put away the sheath, and then raised the knife to meet the few people who had already come out with knives.

The first fight, I felt the difference. These few people who came to kill, whether from the angle of the knife, the strength, or even the footwork, are not ordinary street tricks of hooligans swinging knives.

The eight methods of the knife, sweeping, chopping, slicing, slashing, holding, chopping, and thrusting, each has its own particularity. Most ordinary people use knives to chop, but these few people are very different. They have a lot of coordination, some are touching the face, some are stealing the lower plate, and some are sending the knife straight forward, almost sealing Wang Yan's space.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. If there are several people and one of them attacks a vital point, it will make people panic and not care about their heads.

Of course, it is useless for Wang Yan. As the saying goes, in a life-and-death fight, speed and strength are the key. In the face of absolute strength, everything else is just a gimmick. Only when the strength is equal, will we see whose big move is more ruthless.

In the past, Wu Song, Lu Junyi and others could parry Wang Yan's attack and fight back and forth. It was not because Wu Song was so awesome, but because he did not really want to kill people. The difference between life and death is the difference between a higher level of kung fu. Even if they are really powerful, they can only be killed in three or five moves.

In an instant, Wang Yan took a tactical step back, pushed away the knife that was slashing his face, blocked the knife that was thrusting straight into his abdomen, and immediately stepped forward and kicked the man who stole the lower plate away. Then he cut with two knives, and the other two fell down, covering their necks, blood overflowed from their hands, and they shivered and waited for death.

He took two steps forward and stabbed the man who was kicked away. Wang Yan, holding the knife, strolled behind the massage shop.

This place is separated from the massage shop in front, and there are only a few people guarding the first floor. There is a staircase leading to the underground at the corner. 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 below.

He has no curiosity about this. It is not pornography, gambling, drugs, or warehouses. He doesn't care. Now, he only has eyes for Li Zhenkun.

When people have strong confidence in themselves, facing the current situation where someone comes to their door, they usually choose not to run away, but to see what's going on.

Coincidentally, Li Zhenkun is a confident player.

When Wang Yan came to the second floor, there were already more than a dozen people waiting in the corridor with knives. It was probably because they saw Wang Yan act too quickly before, and the four people didn't last a minute, so they concentrated their strength to do it together. And Li Zhenkun, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, seemed to be a big boss.

"I asked myself, we only met today, and I have no grudges against you. I even left you a phone number. If you have no way to go in the future, you can come to me. Can you tell me why?"

Li Zhenkun couldn't help scratching his head with a cigarette, he really couldn't figure it out. Why? Why is this?

Wang Yan smiled and stood at the stairs with his hands on the sword: "You know about the High Table Gene Project, and that's why I came here. Tell me everything you know, and I'll leave."

Leaving a phone number is not a sincere surrender, he just doesn't know where Li Zhenkun lives. If he stays in a mainland hotel, he won't be able to take care of it. Leaving a phone number is for the convenience of calling and tracking later.

Li Zhenkun was so angry that he laughed: "The more you know, the faster you die. You killed four of my people, and now you want to leave, is it possible? I'm going to give you a chance, as long as you..."

How could Wang Yan have the heart to listen to his nonsense, he just picked up the sword and killed him.

Although the corridor is not narrow, it can only provide two people with a better space to swing the sword. If it was a confrontation between two armies, he would definitely go up and kill very hard, and his moves would be open and close, either chopping arms or heads, and if he was happy, he would cut him in half or split him vertically.

But now he didn't choose to do it that hard, but used skills. Because the big fight was too bloody, after killing more than ten people, the corridor would be full of blood, which would dirty his clothes...

He swung his knife, and the two people in front of him who didn't expect to attack so suddenly were blocked. Then, he retreated to parry the attack of the people who reacted.

The knife method is the same as the boxing method. There is absolutely no dead move, but a set of continuous movements includes both moves and corresponding methods of using strength.

Wang Yan's strength is used to the whole body, and he can send and receive as he pleases. Every move has a powerful lethality. Even if Wang Yan used skills to avoid killing these small characters in front of him, it only took about a minute to end the battle.

Li Zhenkun knew that Wang Yan had some skills, but he never thought he was so strong. He had thrown away the cigarette butt and held the machete to wait for the battle. Before, he thought Wang Yan was a small character with some ability, but now he didn't dare to underestimate him at all, because it could really take his life.

Seeing Wang Yan slowly approaching with a knife in hand, and a pool of blood behind him, he said, "Let's not fight. I'll tell you everything I know."

He wasn't sure if he could beat Wang Yan. For him, uncertainty was enough to kill him. He asked himself, with his dozen men, although he could kill them, he would have to take two knives, and it would take quite a while. But what about Wang Yan? There was not even a drop of blood on him. If there was any, it was only the soles of his shoes.

Unlike Wang Yan who fought alone, he had power, and his enjoyment was also not comparable to Wang Yan's. He was porcelain, and he was unwilling to fight with Wang Yan unless it was absolutely necessary. Even if he killed Wang Yan, it would be unnecessary if he became disabled. So he wanted to deal with the present first, and it would not be too late to talk about it later.

Hearing this, Wang Yan stopped immediately, leaning on the knife with both hands, still smiling, and nodded with satisfaction, looking at Li Zhenkun with appreciation.

"It's a wise choice. Tell me about it."

Li Zhenkun let out a sigh of frustration and said, "Gene projects have been studied in various countries, but only the High Table has succeeded so far. Behind the High Table are six large financial groups. They have invested a lot of effort in research, including human experiments. I don't know how many people have died as a result. At present, it seems to be successful. After all, John Wick is an example. However, no one knows whether there are other side effects.

Although John Wick looks fine, dying at that time and dying a few days or 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 so simple that it can be done as it is said.

In addition, in recent years, I have also sold some different races to the High Table, ranging from men and women in their teens to dozens of years old. We are only responsible for East Asia, and I think there are other The races of people in different regions. Although they didn't say it, I think these people are used for experiments.

The reason why I don't tell you more about these things is that there is no way to trace it. Whoever investigates it will die, and I don't want to get involved. There is a Council of Elders above the Continental Hotel, and above the Council of Elders is the real core of the High Table. Do you know who they are? I don't know either. For such a big thing, not to mention lone wolves like you and families with little power like mine, do you think those countries are not tempted?

They hide too deeply, I really don't know more. Although those people before were sent here by me, who knows where they were transferred to later? The High Table has great magical powers, and it may be supported by a large consortium behind it, and it is a powerful consortium in multiple countries, and there is also a shadow of the government behind it. You want project information and potion formulas, but it is just a fool's dream. "

"So you don't know anything..."

"As for the things I know, many people don't know them. If you don't believe me, go to a mainland hotel and ask around. How many people know about this kind of genetic experiment and know that John Wick used it? Apart from the hotel manager, you are lucky to be able to ask one person. We have high authority because we do a lot for the High Table, plus our own guesses, so we know some of it." Li Zhenkun defended his own incompetence.

Wang Yan nodded and continued to ask: "I saw on the Internet that there are some mysterious families among Chinese people. Is your Li family one of them?"

"How can we compare with them? We just do dirty work. You should be talking about some martial arts boxers who escaped from the Republic of China. They are not mysterious. What kind of society is it now? Everything depends on money. How can we, as martial artists, improve our skills without money? They are just low-key on weekdays. The children of the family are good at martial arts and fierce. No one dares to provoke them. They don't show off.

I know that there are five powerful families in Southeast Asia, and one has armed forces in Myanmar. There are also two Hongmen families here that are very capable and low-key. I admit that you are powerful, but they are not bad either. I advise you not to provoke them, otherwise you will die without knowing how you died."

Wang Yan smiled and nodded, picked up the knife and walked forward slowly.

Li Zhenkun stared and raised his knife in a defensive posture: "You are not trustworthy!"

"Did I say I agreed? I know that you will definitely offer me a reward later, and you may also tell Gao Zhuo that I want to obtain the information of genetic experiments. In this case, why don't I kill you first? Anyway, your family should take revenge no matter what. And as a warrior, if you are afraid before the battle, you will die sooner or later. I will send you one step ahead."

As he spoke, Wang Yan chopped down with his knife, and Li Zhenkun defended with his knife horizontally.

Wang Yan's chopped was originally a feint, and the chopped turned into a cut, scratching Li Zhenkun's knife-holding hand. If it were an ordinary person, such as the gang he just killed, this move would be enough to cut off two or three fingers. But Li Zhenkun did have some skills. Although he was very slow, he finally reacted and blocked with his knife. At the same time, he actually stepped forward and stabbed Wang Yan with the knife in his hand.

With a chuckle, Wang Yan exerted his strength slightly, and the Hanfeng that was blocked by the knife handle only slightly pushed it, and the direction of Li Zhenkun's stabbing knife was deflected. With another push, the tip of the knife cut Li Zhenkun's wrist and cut his tendons.

Then there was a flash of knife 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 work when he attacked, and this move was used to drive the force to turn around and move, or to break the face with a fist.

Wang Yan kicked Li Zhenkun away with a disgusted kick, and at the same time, Hanfeng flew, pierced Li Zhenkun's heart and stabbed into the wall behind, hanging on the wall with the dying Li Zhenkun.

With his heart pierced, Li Zhenkun's mouth was gurgling with blood foam. He stared at Wang Yan, who was dressed in a suit not far away, and was watching if the blood from his half-cut palm splashed on him.

After confirming 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 and explain just now, but it was because Li Zhenkun was sensible and didn't let him force a confession. How can such a person live? He must have defrauded Chinese people, and human trafficking must be inevitable. He has forgotten his ancestors and lost his 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 looked at the surveillance and directly locked his identity, he would not be able to solve this problem without flying to Bangkok, which was very troublesome. Now that he destroyed the surveillance, he could get some peace for a while.

What's 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, having fun.

After chopping with a knife, Wang Yan removed several hard drives from the computer and took them away, and took Li Zhenkun's mobile phone. He went out the back door, drove away 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 with flashing lights coming from the opposite direction.

After passing by the car and parking it in the garage, Wang Yan lit a cigarette and walked to the next door. In the residual light of the street lamp in the distance, Wang Yan clearly saw that several windows of John Wick's house were broken.

He walked to the door and politely rang the doorbell. After a while, John Wick, who was wearing a suit and had a new wound on his face, opened the door.

"It seems that the invincible Mr. Night Demon has not yet gone to avenge his dog, let alone find his car, and was killed at home." Wang Yan walked in and looked at the corpses and bloodstains on the ground, the broken furniture, and the bullet holes on the wall. He raised his eyebrows at John Wick, with a bit of sarcasm.

John said coldly: "Looks like you worked today too."

"I just killed Li Zhenkun in Chinatown. Do you know him?"

"Bangkok?"

"It's him."

"Is it about the genetic project?"

Wang Yan shrugged, and took a bottle of Chivas Regal and two glasses back with familiarity. He poured the wine and said: "What else? I heard that they are very powerful in Southeast Asia. If it wasn't for this, why would I provoke them?"

John Wick took the wine and took a big sip, frowned and said: "They will definitely offer a reward for you. Li is very important. A reward of two million is enough for you to have nowhere to escape. So why don't you find a place to hide and come to 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 for nothing. 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 rightly was that it didn't matter whether the laboratory was 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, 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 cell 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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