Chapter 759 They Are Scared

Thomas Austin is the boss of the Chicago Mafia. According to John, this man's strength is roughly equivalent to that of Viggo Tarasov, who was killed by him before. It's just that the latter is in New York, where there are too many gangsters, so it seems like Vigo is one of them.

Thomas was in a panic at this moment, almost as panicked as Santino.

He thought John Wick had no chance with him. After all, he was in Chicago and John was in New York. But then some of his men took photos by the lake and saw John with an Oriental. It was really pie-in-the-sky. After all, there is a reward of 10 million, and even if he is a gangster, he will still make money for a long time. This is God's mercy, allowing him to pick up the money.

So he sent his men to pick up the money without hesitation, and also updated the news to the Continental Hotel. Although he thought it was just picking up money, John Wick was a legend who had been famous for many years after all. Although he thought it was a bit exaggerated, he still had to be careful. After all, no one would joke with his own life.

He told the news to the Continental Hotel, and the hidden killers in Chicago would also be dispatched, which increased the success rate of siege and killing John. He consciously knows it very clearly, and his principle is to pick up as much as he can, and forget about it if he can't pick it up.

But he still underestimated the strength of John Wick, or the strength of the Easterners with John, because he clearly discovered that the famous John Wick was actually based on this unknown Easterner.

He looked at John standing at the door with a gun on guard, and then looked at the oriental man in front of him smoking a cigarette and drinking the twenty-year-old Louis XIII brandy he had hidden.

He showed an ugly smile: "Sir, please allow me to express my apology. The High Table is above all else. Mr. Wick is offered a reward of 10 million knives. If I discover his whereabouts but do not take any action, then I will You will still be punished. Because this is the highest level of reward, the mainland hotel will kill you. Ordinary killers don't have to do it. As long as they don't provide help, no one will pursue it. But the forces in this place have no chance to resist. Yes, something must be done.”

This is Thomas's bar, with a wonderful striptease show, the loud music covers up the sound of gunfire, and alcohol numbs their eyes, allowing them to still enjoy themselves without emotion.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Thomas, you are right. I understand your difficulties, but don't say your apology with your mouth, you have to show it with actions. For example, John's life is worth 10 million now, then... oh, Sorry, let me check the text messages on my phone.”

Taking out his cell phone and taking a look, Wang Yan turned back to look at the vigilant John Wick and said hello: "Hey, John, let me tell you some good news. Now you don't have to worry about me lying to you. Because I have also been offered a reward. And your bounty has been increased by five million. Like you, our lives are worth fifteen million. It seems that they have received the news about our attack on the laboratory. This should be the anger from the Locke family."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his hand rang. He had to give an apologetic look to Thomas, who was bruised and swollen across from him, and then answered the phone: "Adi, do you want to trade me for fifteen hundred now?" 10,000?”

"You're a damn liar."

"Who isn't? But what I said about fighting against the high table seems to be true now. I wonder if you will stand by and watch, or choose 15 million, or join in?"

Adi was silent for a moment and said: "Wang, there is no way for you and John to survive. You dare to attack the Locke family's laboratory and kill the experimenters. This is unforgivable. There is no way they will let you go."

"So, Addy, are you calling me just to talk nonsense? Or is Winston right next to you and they're locating our location?"

"Oh, King, I'm sorry."

As Adi's apologetic voice sounded, Winston's confident bass came: "Wang, I think we should have met in the hotel bar, but I didn't realize that you were special at that time, or you were hiding it. That's great. Jonathan is a good friend, a good husband, and a good man. If I guess correctly, Santino's matter has a lot to do with you, Wang. You led him to a path that leads to The road to hell.”

"Winston, to be honest, I think you are pretty good. If you figure it out in the future, we can cooperate. As for the positioning, there is no need to bother. We are now in friendly contact with Thomas at Thomas' bar. . Next, we will travel more than 3,400 kilometers from Chicago to San Francisco, and that’s it.”

After they left the laboratory, they were chased and intercepted. It took a long time to kill all the killers who were pestering them. After changing cars, they completely got rid of the tracking and came here.

After that, Wang Yan hung up the phone and turned off the phone. Then he got up and touched the body on the ground, found a mobile phone, wiped the blood stains on it, and then sat in front of Thomas again.

"Thomas, let's continue the topic. Now John's life is worth ten million, so how much do you think your life is worth?"

"Life is priceless, and I don't think mine is cheap. But I'm sorry, sir, I can only afford $20 million. This is all the cash I can afford at the moment."

"Very good, you are smarter than Santino." Wang Yan took out the computer, played with it for a while, and pushed it in front of him, "Please, Thomas. You also heard that our position has been exposed. Your actions It’s best to be quick, I don’t want to lose track of my account.”

"Of course, sir, I will cooperate."

Thomas trembled and entered the account, verified the identity, and entered the transfer amount. He repeated this three times before he collected 20 million dollars and transferred it to Wang Yan's account.

Wang Yan was crackling at the computer again. He created a money laundering program that constantly jumped between countries. This money will soon become an inconspicuous point in the vast flow of data of many banks. It is basically fully automatic and will eventually merge into his many real accounts.

After operating for a while, he took out the Desert Eagle from his arms with satisfaction, and shot Thomas to death in his horrified eyes. The two of them had run out of bullets in their rifles, and now they only had pistols. Of course, he still kept a rifle in the space, which was kept for surprise.

"We have 80 million now."

John Wick came over and poured himself a glass of wine, then said: "You have to be alive to spend it. You told Winston about our destination, the pursuit along the way, and the dragnet set up by San Francisco. It's not so easy to get through."

"Even if you don't tell him, they can guess it by looking at our trajectory all the way west, and the result is the same." Wang Yan picked up a small Mercedes-Benz key on the table and turned away. "Let's go, we have to be faster. I have to say that the security in the United States is really bad. These killers dare to surround and kill us openly. And your government seems to not exist."

"This is the rule of the world, Wang, even in other countries. Even if ordinary people see it, their information can't be sent out. It's just that we made too much trouble this time, which is rare here. I think it should be the Locke family who made a move. They don't want to see us alive."

John greedily drank another big sip of wine, and then followed Wang Yan and left. He is now sure that Wang Yan is really stronger than him. Until now, Wang Yan's hairstyle on the side of his back has not even been messed up, but his long hair looks like it has been washed. This is the difference.

When he went out, Wang Yan pressed the car key and saw a black S-class parked at the door, which was in line with Thomas's identity as a Chicago gangster leader.

Before getting in the car, he shot two killers who were crazy about money with two shots. John Wick drove the car and the two of them sped away, aiming for San Francisco...

There are not many killers left in Chicago. The two of them were not peaceful along the way and killed a lot of people. It is impossible for a city to have so many killers. The dozens of people tonight all gathered from the surrounding areas.

If there were so many lawless lunatics, America would have become a truly free country long ago, the government would have been overthrown long ago, and the chaebols would have been killed long ago. Eating the rich has always been the fastest way to make a fortune. Not to mention a family with a history of hundreds of years, even if it is thousands of years old, a bullet to the head will also kill it.

Most of the remaining ones are gangsters who are loyal to the dead Thomas. So when the two of them left, except for the occasional recognition of the car, the rest of the time was still very quiet.

The two of them took turns driving all the way, and basically did not rest. For more than 3,400 kilometers, there were still people attacking. They didn't eat well, sleep well, and everything was bad.

Because it takes time for the High Table to organize the siege force, the pursuit and killing force at the beginning was not strong. They were just some scattered killers along the way who received the news. They waited in the rest area and would take action when night fell.

However, because of Thomas's lesson, the gangsters along the way basically disappeared. The wealth of America is mainly concentrated on the east and west coasts, and secondarily in the northern region. The development of gangsters is greatly affected by urban development. The population is not enough, the economy is underdeveloped, and it can't support many gangsters. The gangsters in many places are not very powerful. Compared with the gangs in other big cities, they are basically no different from beggars. Most of them run some gambling and pornographic places, and sell some drugs by the way to barely make a living.

It is also in this situation that even if they have the intention, they dare not move. Especially at the beginning, there were two small gangs of hooligans who didn't know how to force their way to the highway service area and gathered hundreds of people to have a gunfight with Wang Yan and his men.

In this case, it is definitely not true that all these hundreds of people were killed, that would be a big deal. Moreover, the fighting will of these mobs is not enough to support them to fight to the last person. In fact, after killing more than 20 people, the remaining people laid down their weapons and surrendered. Wang Yan accepted their surrender very generously and left many people to collect the bodies at the scene.

Then he took the defected lackeys directly to their boss's home, pulled him off the bed, and very smoothly harvested 5 million US dollars and the gang power of a small city.

With the lessons learned from the past, the people behind did not dare to move. They are not lone killers, and there is no condition to fight thousands of miles away. Of course, there are also those who did not run away, that is the second gangster leader who dared to surround and kill them. After being chased by Wang Yan for more than 200 kilometers, he got 7 million US dollars and took in another younger brother.

Of course, they have no control now. After all, they are being hunted down. They have to wait until they survive...

John controlled the car and slowly drove to the rest area on the side of the road. He suddenly stepped on the brakes. He sighed inexplicably tired and turned his head to look at Wang Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a nonchalant look on his face: "Can we really make it out?"

Looking at the dozens of combatants in the distance illuminated by the headlights, wearing neat combat equipment, masked, and even wearing night vision goggles, there are also many Asian faces without helmets and masks, and a short-haired woman wearing a coat in the distance.

Wang Yan smiled and took out two Desert Eagles: "John, what you should do now is to step on the accelerator and rush to the supermarket. That way we will have room to fight, otherwise we will be a living target."

John Wick let out a long breath, his face suddenly became ferocious, and he stepped on the accelerator hard, rushing straight towards the armed personnel there. At the same time, dozens of people pulled the trigger and poured bullets crazily at the damaged Mercedes-Benz S.

Wang Yan and John bent down tacitly. Although the car was bulletproof, it was obviously not at such a high level of protection. With such dense bullets, the windshield quickly shattered.

At this time, John relied on his sense to control the car to drift perfectly, turning to the other side of the restaurant and being in the blind spot. Before the car stopped, Wang Yan and John jumped out of the car, smashed the floor-to-ceiling glass on the side and entered the supermarket with a large rest area.

At almost the same time, dozens of people outside rushed in. They wanted to cover the firepower as soon as possible and kill 30 million people.

At this time, Wang Yan had found a solid load-bearing wall and started to fight back when he saw the opportunity. This time, because the opponent was well-equipped, he could no longer shoot in the head. He tried to shoot at the neck, but because of the assault tactical posture, it was very tight, and compared with the headshot, this was more difficult.

And John Wick, the reckless man, saw that the bullet could not break the defense, and he had already started a close combat with the people who rushed over.

Wang Yan shook his head, grabbed an enemy who rushed over, and forced the gun into his neck and shot him. Then he grabbed the back of the neck collar to block the person in front of him, and started shooting their gun hands one by one.

These people were wearing half-finger tactical gloves. Although they had a certain degree of protection, they were obviously useless under the large-caliber Desert Eagle ammunition.

At the same time, he still had space. If he ran out of bullets, he just flashed his hands, pretended to perform, and then turned around and started shooting again. The Desert Eagle was very powerful. Basically, the hand was rotten after being shot. Some hit the back of the hand, and some just broke the fingers. Adrenaline allowed them to ignore the pain for a short time, but the hand that shot was the sharp hand. They had no sense of whether it was sharp or not, but Wang Yan, who was being shot wildly, knew it.

John was much better in this regard, because he had already fought with seven or eight people outside. Only Wang Yan was being shot in the room, and it was a close-range shooting.

Wang Yan, alone, with a Desert Eagle, beat the remaining dozens of people and prevented them from moving forward. This continued for a few minutes, and most people had been beaten by Wang Yan. Then he rushed out with a meat shield and also started a close-range fight.

However, unlike John Wick who rolled all over the ground and played jiu-jitsu with others, Wang Yan would not give others a chance to touch him.

In the dark supermarket, Wang Yan kicked the meat shield away, grabbed a gun barrel and pulled the man over, and simply put the gun to his neck with his right hand, killing him with one shot. Then he rushed into dozens of people, not giving them room to shoot. He grabbed the collar of the man with one hand and shot to break the defense with the other hand. At the same time, in order to prevent being pounced on or having his legs exploded, he had to constantly step on his feet, kick sideways to break his legs, and occasionally send out a kick to cut off his descendants. Occasionally, he had to get close to knock people away and create a large area of ​​space for him to move around.

There is no doubt that this is extremely dangerous, because these people are either holding guns or knives. But it is also very satisfying. Wang Yan has not killed on such a large scale for a long time.

These people are indeed quite capable. They have all undergone long-term organized training. They are coordinated in combat. They should be some retired soldiers who are similar to special forces. From a normal perspective, these people must have done jobs similar to mercenaries. In short, they have not left the battlefield and still retain their combat awareness.

People are very strange. Some can remember for a lifetime, while others cannot. The same is true for fighting. It is not that if you knew how to fight before, you will fight in the future. Because of the effect of time, muscles are dissolved and combat skills are forgotten. This is the significance of various practical exercises of the army. Not only should we constantly sum up experience in major tactics and strategies, but soldiers should also form combat instincts.

However, these people are not good enough in front of Wang Yan, but they have also spent some effort. It is inevitable that some blood stains are on their bodies, but their hairstyles are still not messy.

When Wang Yan finally broke the limbs of a Japanese, he pointed the cold muzzle at the unprotected bald head of the Japanese. The reason why he was sure that it was a Japanese was because this bald man had fought a decisive battle with John Wick.

"You are so strong. My idol used to be Mr. Wick, but now it will be you. I'll wait for you." The bald Japanese endured the pain of broken limbs and grinned.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you are so talkative, I decided to let you live a little longer and feel the pain."

After that, he shot the Japanese in the stomach.

At this time, John Wick, whose face was covered in blood, limped in with a gun in hand. The blood on his face was from being beaten. Looking at the corpses on the ground, he was indifferent. He had long known the gap between him and Wang Yan. Even if he had undergone genetic modification, the strength of his bones and muscles had increased, which had led to a corresponding increase in his body's response ability. In Wang Yan's case, There is not enough to see in front of you.

He nodded to Wang Yan, indicating that he was fine. Ignoring Wang Yan, he went straight to the warehouse and took out two bottles of mineral water, threw one to Wang Yan, and then sat there and drank heavily.

Wang Yan drank water, lit another cigarette, and looked at the short-haired woman standing outside the door who was wearing high heels, long jewelry hanging on her ears, and a proud face. From the beginning to the end, this woman was calm. Stand aside and watch the show.

This woman is the judge who belongs directly to the High Table. Little Japan, who was lying on the ground regretting his talk and feeling death, was just listening to her orders. These people should belong to the law enforcement team of the High Table. Their force maintains the authority of the High Table. In the original show, it was this woman who presided over the hunt for John Wick. At the end, another marquis was replaced. They do not obey the Presbyterian Church. They are both equals. They serve a higher-level consortium.

Wang Yan blew out the smoke and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to run?"

The woman looked unconcerned: "There's no need, you won't kill me, right?"

There was a bang of a gunshot, and the woman stumbled to the ground. Looking at her shattered knees, she gritted her teeth and remained silent, but the flashing eyes in her eyes also showed her panic.

It's not that she doesn't want to run, it's that she can't run. The force used this time was very strong. These people were all elites raised by the High Table. They were brought to the battlefield to fight in groups, enough to fight a local war with a thousand-man army. With such strength, he was killed by Wang Yan and John Wick.

Of course she thought about escaping, but when she thought that Wang Yan could drive more than 200 kilometers to chase and kill an insignificant gangster leader in such a critical situation, she gave up the idea of ​​​​escape.

Pretending, who are you talking to? Wang Yan sneered and said, "How should I call you?"

"Tayana Brandi."

"Okay, Ms. Brandi. I heard that you represent the consortium. Call the person you can contact. I need to talk to him."

Tayana was very cooperative. She had already had a premonition of death, but she didn't want to die in pain like that bald little Japanese. Enduring the pain of her broken knee, she took out her cell phone from her pocket, operated it a few times and called her superior. After saying a few words, she handed the phone to Wang Yan.

"Hello, how should I call you?" Wang Yan asked about the title again. Unlike Tayana who was sitting on the ground and enduring the pain, this person's name was more important. He wanted to know who to look for. Settlement of accounts.

"Clayton Locke." A reply came from the phone. Before Wang Yan could speak, he continued, "Wang, I have to admit that you are more powerful than we expected. I want to ask you, how do you plan to end it? Woolen cloth?"

"This is not my problem, but something you should think about. How it ends is up to you, not me. If you continue to hunt, then dear Mr. Locke, I will continue to kill. But there is one thing I want to remind you. , keep the struggle in the underground world, and let me walk in the sun. If the police and the army start to get involved, believe me, that is definitely not a scene you want to see. "

"Of course, Wang, this is what we have been doing. I am very curious. What is your purpose of attacking our laboratory and copying all the data? Or are you from the Chinese government?"

"I think now you have checked in many ways and know all my information. And I am making such a big fuss now. Do you think this is what a person who works for the country should do? I just want to improve myself very simply. Ability, maybe you have analyzed my combat power from various corpses and surveillance everywhere. There is no doubt that I am a strong person, but I think it is not strong enough. After hearing about what you have mastered, I really want to. Do your own research.”

Clayton smiled. Although he thought Wang Yan might have become insane due to martial arts training, he still expressed his approval: "It's good to fight for your ideals. Wang, I want to thank you for not destroying those materials. I know you have great computer skills and you can do this, but you don't."

"This is my kindness to you."

This was indeed left behind intentionally by Wang Yan. It was the result of nearly a hundred years of investment and countless resources. This was not a matter of money, but of precious time. Although they may have some backups, it is impossible to back up all the data over the years. If it is really destroyed, then what will be destroyed is the Locke family's time on this research. In fantasy terms, it’s called cutting off the past.

"Thanks."

Clayton thanked him again and said, "Wang, I know you are going to San Francisco. Now it seems that our power in San Francisco cannot kill you. After that, we will have to figure out how to end it. I heard Before that, you even wanted to go to the Locke family manor to find out who your friends were. And recently, the Pentagon has been invaded. I think this is what you did, and you may even have the technology to mobilize missiles.

And you have shown great fighting power along the way, so I have no doubt whether you have the ability to come in front of me and point a gun at my head to make friends with me.

I know you are restraining, and you don't want things to turn into something we don't want to see. So I want to know, what is your ultimate request, and Mr. Wick's? Is it those experimental data? "

"It seems you touched Ms. Antonio?"

"No, we did not sanction her. We just found your call records. Although you erased the information and data she sent to Mr. Wick, she still took the initiative to tell us."

"I did do it for those project materials. As I said before, everything I did was to become stronger. Of course, the reason why I left China was because I wanted to get rich and have more money than I could spend in my lifetime. Money. Mr. Wick wants freedom. He doesn't want to be bound by the rules of the High Table. He wants to be himself, but of course he also needs endless money. So are you willing to give me a copy of all the information? Or should I go to Europe after going to San Francisco?

You also know that I am restraining myself and not attacking you people. Otherwise, after leaving Chicago, I would not have gone to San Francisco, but would have returned to New York and sat in the Locke family estate. You know, a lot of people want to see you die. There will always be someone to sort out any subsequent troubles for me. "

"Yes, Mr. Wang, you are right. The world will not be in chaos just because someone is missing. Many people are happy to see the demise of the Locke family, so we are also restrained and do not want to turn things into a mess. It’s so big that it can’t be ended. So, Wang, let’s let it all end in San Francisco, what do you think?”

"Very well, let's see."

After saying that, Wang Yan threw the phone aside, looked at Tayana and said with a smile: "I hope you transfer all the money to my account and then die. I wonder if you have any objection to this matter?"

Tayana smiled miserably and shook her head: "I just hope there will be no pain."

Wang Yan walked to the car that was damaged by bullets, took out the computer from the car mat in the back seat, operated it for a while and put it in front of Tayana. After she cooperated with the transfer, he gave her a friendly smile and shot her in the head.

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

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

"Now, this is the limit of what they can bear." Wang Yan laughed, "They don't dare to let us go, they are afraid..."

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