Chapter 760 Return

John Wick also killed many people in the original world. So far, Wang Yan has killed fewer people in this world than John Wick did in the original show.

But although they are both killing people, they are different. John Wick has traveled around the world, and they are now in America. They ran from New York to Chicago, and then from Chicago to San Francisco. Most of the killers along the way were killed by the two of them.

And in terms of detailed killing techniques, Wang Yan always showed ease and ease. Although he was hit by bullets occasionally, it was obvious that it had no effect on John Wick, let alone him. At best, he just frowned slightly, and he would lose if he moved.

The destructive power he showed was far more than John by many times.

As Clayton said, he could really control the missile launch with computer technology, just like in some movies, but it only took some effort. There are different procedures for missile launches. He may not be able to control all missiles, but it is no problem to launch a few conventional ones and listen to the sound.

Although the computer technology he mastered was not out of touch with reality, it was far beyond the times. He studied computers in every world with enough time, which was his goal so far. After hundreds of years of research, if he didn't have this technology, he would have been in vain.

So to be honest, he is actually an undefined terrorist, and a very terrifying one.

This is what the consortium behind the High Table is concerned about. After all, they don't want to really drive a madman with super destructive power to crazier, so that no one will be good if they die together.

Wang Yan didn't really want to kill a lot of people, because he would definitely survive, but it was unknown whether John was alive. Of course, this is because the consortiums are sensible now, otherwise he really has to destroy the two families to achieve his goal.

He said that confronting and overthrowing the High Table is not a joke, but he really wants to do it. If he doesn't confront, how can John retire and enjoy life with peace of mind. If John can't retire with peace of mind, how can he complete his mission.

And now, the reason why everything ends in San Francisco is that it depends on hard power. Either they die or they die. He couldn't use something that was almost impossible to scare others constantly. Although he proved that he did have the ability, whether he had used it or not was another matter. This was similar to the story of the boy who cried wolf.

So he also had to use an impossible victory to let people see his strength. It was very important to let those people realize that even if they didn't die together, he had the ability to make them die. This was also the basis for him to have a peaceful dialogue with those people who were arrogant.

Wang Yan and John got some bread and dried meat from the shelves of the supermarket, and ate and drank with mineral water to replenish their consumed energy.

At this moment, the mobile phone thrown on the ground not far away rang. It was a text message reminder. Wang Yan walked over, picked it up and took a look, then said to John with a smile: "Our net worth has increased again, now each of us is 50 million."

"What good news." Thinking of the upcoming desperate battle, John also had a rare sense of humor, he said, "We will win, right?"

"John, relax. The freedom you expect, you know, I mean real freedom, is in San Francisco. As long as we are the ones standing there in the end, then we will succeed. From now on, we can live a stable life with money, I do research, you enjoy life, John, you can't always indulge in the past, maybe you should think about what kind of person your new wife should be.

Of course, before that, we should also think about where we should settle down in the future. Considering their dishonesty, we should leave. It should be farther away. It can't be an island, there must be land for us to retreat. There must also be good public security there, and the economy cannot be too poorly developed. Is there any place you want to go? "

John Wick pondered for a while and asked: "China?"

"Do you think what we two do is popular? Besides, it's too late for me to get rid of the relationship now, how can I go back? You know, whether we work for the country or not has a great impact on us. "

Hearing Wang Yan's words, John nodded in understanding, eating unconsciously, he thought for a long time and said: "What do you think of Greece? Athens? "

"It's a developed country with history and culture, and the climate is not bad. It's okay, so it's settled. After the things here are over, I will go to Athens and start a new life there. "

Wang Yan clapped his hands and approved John's proposal.

Increasing the reward only stimulates more people to fight. As for the two of them, it doesn't matter who is more expensive. Because Wang Yan is dead, John Wick must die. And John is dead, Wang Yan is alive, and the high table has finally regained some face.

But if John Wick really died, Wang Yan would really let them see what madness is...

After eating, they took a short rest and casually found a Hummer to check inside and out. After confirming that there were no bombs or anything like that, the two of them got in the car and continued on their way.

They had already walked half of the way. After this battle, the rest of the road was very quiet, and no one came to seek death. It was the same. Wang Yan and John Wick walked and stopped, and the previous fatigue was gone, and their spirits were restored.

They stayed in the last rest area before entering San Francisco for half a day, ate and drank enough, and entered the scope of San Francisco in the afternoon.

As soon as they entered, they clearly felt the difference. There were many cars following them. This is not the center of San Francisco, but just a suburban area. There shouldn't be so many cars at this time. Obviously, these are all here to kill them.

They didn't stop the car, but went all the way to the area north of San Francisco. This is an industrial area, and there are factories of all sizes nearby. And what they are going to is a bulletproof vest manufacturing factory. There are production lines and laboratories here. The materials of bulletproof suits come from here.

However, Wang Yan just drove around here and parked the car outside a neighboring electronics factory.

Since Clayton has already asked Jaina about the situation, he must know why Wang Yan came to San Francisco. So this final battle site is actually the bulletproof vest production factory.

As the central city of the western United States, how could San Francisco allow a group of killers who never see the sun to start a large-scale gun battle in the city, so they didn't fight in the real city at all.

To be on the safe side, Wang Yan did not choose the factory of bulletproof vests. He came later, and who knows if there are bombs inside. It is better to change places. As for whether there will be trouble in the gunfight in the electronics factory, it is none of his business. It is all a problem for the Locke family to solve. Just as they came all the way here, there are professional teams collecting bodies behind them.

As time passed, the sun went west, and the sky gradually darkened. There were cars driving here, and people gathering here. The road, which usually only has many people going to and from get off work, was suddenly congested.

At this time, those who dared to come here were all players who thought they had some tricks, otherwise they would not dare to come here at all. Those who are blocked here, one by one, will be shot at least three times, and they are all ruthless people.

Seeing the street lights come on, Wang Yan said to John Wick, who was staring at the crowd in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking: "It looks like there are hundreds of people. You should pay attention to your safety and don't fall at the last moment."

John Wick didn't say anything, just nodded silently. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. In a trance, he saw his deceased wife calling him. But he also had expectations. He had been to Athens before, and it seemed like he was living again there, which was not bad...

Wang Yan didn't care. He just got out of the car with a gun in his hand. Now he was holding the spoils of the previous war, all HK416.

Gunfights are not the same as hand-to-hand combat. After all, to shoot a bullet, you only need to gently press the trigger. To kill someone, you need a lot of strength. This is a factory with workshops, office buildings, and a lot of room for maneuvering. Although the atmosphere is indeed very depressing, it's actually just like that. You will definitely get shot, but the intensity of the battle is still much worse than close combat.

Wang Yan's physical fitness is now several times stronger than that of ordinary people. He can't fight a fight where one person fights hundreds of people. If he didn't have a gun, he would run away at the first time.

John Wick was the same. He got out of the car and followed Wang Yan with a gun in his hand. The two walked into the factory.

After they entered the factory, the silent people on the street immediately took action. They divided into four directions, surrounded the factory, and pressed in.

After a few minutes, a crisp gunshot broke the solemnity of the place and turned it into a real killing. Since the first gunshot, the gunshots have never stopped...

While the gunshots were raging inside, more than a dozen cars came in. The difference was that most of the people who came this time were Asians, and many of them were martial artists. Holding guns and carrying knives, they had a different spirit.

They didn't stay at the door for long, and rushed in directly, killing several cowards who wanted to escape on the way. They plunged into the office building and joined the activity of besieging Wang Yan.

Yes, it was to besiege Wang Yan. Up to now, John Wick has long been an unimportant little character. Although he is also a long-established legendary figure, compared with the harm caused by Wang Yan, John Wick's destructive power is far less.

The foreigner was talking to Wang Yan on the phone. On the surface, he was very gentlemanly and had the temperament of a big shot, but in private, he had already cursed hysterically. Self-restraint is relative. If they were offended, they would still say all kinds of fucks...

After those Asian faces went in, more than 20 cars came. This time, the people who got off were still dressed in the same tactical weapons as those who blocked them in the rest area before. There were more than a hundred people. They moved quickly. After getting off the car, they went directly into the factory and acted in groups. They did not go in, but blocked all the exits.

Those who escaped were shot to death, and those who fell from the building were shot again if they were not dead. They did not communicate, just blocked there coldly.

It was useless to enter the battlefield too early. Although this office building was large, it was crowded for combat. After firing for a while, they finally found out that the person firing was their own...

But the actual situation in the building was not like this. Wang Yan and John Wick were on the top floor. John was guarding the staircase at the side, while Wang Yan was simply holding a meat shield and shooting people in the head.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, and there was no place to stand in the corridor. And Wang Yan was the attacking party. He was in the corridor, one man and one gun, suppressing those people.

The scene in the corridor was extremely horrifying, with corpses on the ground, and blood all over the walls and ceiling. Wang Yan fought his way out of the bloody road, with a smile still on his lips, like a devil fighting out of hell.

Limited by the space and the fierceness of the battle, his suit and leather shoes, which he had almost cleaned all the way, were finally stained with blood.

He killed his way through a floor, and for a moment, the whole building was quiet. Then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps going away, and soon, there was a burst of gunfire outside the building. After a while, the building fell into silence again.

John Wick, who was also covered in blood, collapsed on the ground and let out a long breath. He was different from Wang Yan. Wang Yan's blood was poured on his body, while his blood rolled on his body because he was fighting with others all over the ground.

Before John finished speaking, someone downstairs spoke Chinese with a strong southeastern accent: "Wang Yan, you are also a martial artist. I heard that you made such a big fuss in pursuit of being stronger. Why don't you put down your weapons and learn from each other?"

Wang Yan was a little surprised, but not much. He asked calmly: "Which gang are you from?"

A reply came from downstairs soon, saying something like the Hongmen Liu Family, the Southeast Asian Zhang Family, etc. Obviously, these were the mysterious families that Wang Yan had found when he first came.

After introducing himself, Wang Yan didn't respond. The first person who spoke continued, "I know you young people have bad tempers, so don't think we are traitors. We all left our hometowns to make a living. Since we are living on someone else's land, we have to abide by their rules. Look, they called and chartered planes flew over from Southeast Asia. We can't do anything about it."

Wang Yan identified the direction of the voice and silently took out a grenade from the space. While pulling the ring, he replied, "Of course, who is not forced to do it? I completely understand you."

"So what do you think of my proposal...fuck..."

It turned out that while he was talking, Wang Yan nimbly jumped down the stairs and threw the grenade directly over.

The US military's standard M67 delayed-kill grenade has a killing range of 15 meters. This is enough to blow up a circle of people in the corridor.

With a loud bang, Wang Yan turned around and leaned against the corner with a Desert Eagle without saying a word, and fired with two guns.

He saw clearly that these people, each holding a gun, wanted to trick him into throwing away the gun and fighting hand-to-hand. It was really heartless. He shot with two guns, and shot more than ten people in the head at the first time, and then dodged and retreated to the corner.

Just when these people reacted, they wanted to rush out and concentrate fire while Wang Yan was reloading, but unfortunately, they only rushed two steps and hadn't raised their guns. Wang Yan, who just dodged in the corner, flashed out with the black muzzle of the gun, and fired another round of volleys without hesitation.

After two rounds, including the previous intimate greeting grenade, more than half of the more than 50 people were reimbursed. Wang Yan decided to compete with the remaining seven or eight people standing behind.

He did not take out his precious sword, but rushed forward as the corpse fell. When he passed a dead ghost carrying a knife, he drew out his machete and cut off a man's hand with one stroke. Then he turned back and cut his throat with a knife. At the same time, he kicked out, rushed forward, and swung the knife to cut, not giving these people a chance to shoot.

To be honest, he has been practicing martial arts until now. He had no chance to use the various big moves he had studied. Because although these people did have the true teachings, they could not keep up with his speed. He kicked them flatly, and these people might react, but their physical speed could not keep up. Just when they were about to defend themselves, they were kicked away in the next second.

After only a dozen seconds of slashing, the only people who could stand on this floor, except Wang Yan, were a blind man wearing sunglasses in front of him who was holding a knife and defending nervously.

"Kane?" John Wick's voice sounded behind him, and he limped over.

It's not that he didn't want to help, but when he got here, there were already corpses all over the ground, and only one of his old friends stood there helplessly.

He even had the mind to recall that it seemed that this was the first time he saw this old friend so panicked since he met Kane. It turned out that he was also afraid of death...

Who is not afraid of death? Kane put down the knife, "John." He responded, and at the same time inserted the knife into the solid wood cane, and he stopped fighting.

This man is a familiar face, but not a familiar face in the film and television world, but this man is like a real bullet. A blind man, a killer. He has a keen sense of hearing and fights like he can see. This is better than John Wick falling from the upstairs, falling all the way to the ground with 18 shapes, and still jumping around, which is not unacceptable.

In this story, he is also a ruthless man who retired from the world of martial arts. Because he wanted to kill John Wick, the High Table threatened him with his daughter to kill John. In the end, he did not kill John, but provided help and left alive. Only John Wick fell under the morning sun.

Wang Yan looked at John Wick: "Friend?"

"Yes, friend." John nodded and introduced, "Kane Raymond, this is his English name, he immigrated from Hong Kong, a member of the Hongmen."

"Zhang Shiyuan." Kane introduced himself in Cantonese, "When in Rome, follow the local customs, so I took an English name."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

John asked: "Is it for your daughter?"

"Yes." Kane nodded without disguising.

"Wang, he is in the same situation as me, and he is also my old friend. I wonder if you can help him?" John Wick's sense of being a younger brother has been cultivated. He is winning without doing anything...

"Why not? Killing one more or one less will not have much impact on us."

Wang Yan decided to give a face to the familiar face and the mission object. They are all unimportant things. He continued, "Kane, you can wait here or join. There are still many people outside. If we can fight to the end, then I will take your daughter out. Oh, by the way, after the matter is over, John and I plan to go to Athens, maybe you can go with us."

After speaking, Wang Yan broke the glass with a shot, fired a few shots at Bang Bang below, and then shrank back. As expected, the position just now was covered by dense bullets. They moved the muzzle to break all the glass. Then, several smoke bombs were thrown in, and dense footsteps sounded, thus announcing the start of the last round of battle.

John ran to the corner to block the people, Kane listened attentively, and followed John sensibly.

After looking at the two of them, Wang Yan ignored the smoke and walked to the first room in front, quietly standing at the door and waiting.

He had already seen the situation below. There were more than 400 people coming this time, and he killed half of them. The rest were scared out of their wits. Basically, they were all killed by the people from the high table below.

They had sent dozens of people before, and when they had failed, they got another hundred people. It can be imagined that these people must be more powerful than the previous ones, and they belong to the ace of the high table.

So Wang Yan naturally grabbed the front row of assaulters and skillfully shot them at the neck. Bang, he saved the dirty soul. He killed the ace...

He felt the difference at the first time. The level of these people was almost the same as John Wick. This was a preliminary product of the superhuman project. The weapons they wore seemed to be different from the previous models, with stronger protection capabilities. The Desert Eagle fired at close range, and the enemy was just slightly shaken, nothing happened.

Wang Yan shook his head. This time, the enemy's attack was too fierce, and they had already blocked him. Moreover, the safety of John Wick on the other side was also a problem. He had no chance to shoot their sharp hands with guns one by one to destroy their fighting power.

He had to kick the person who blocked him in front of him to the person behind him. The next moment, he looked like he was drawing a knife from his back. He held the black and gilded patterned "Hanfeng" in his hand, and he kept moving. He slashed the knife diagonally and cut off the arm neatly in the middle of the upper arm.

These people's bulletproof vests are made of ceramic or other materials. The sharpness of Hanfeng, coupled with his strength, can be used to cut them in half. But that consumes too much energy. He can't chop so many people, so he can only chop hands and feet.

This also proves the power of a set of iron armor in ancient times. Bullets of such great power can basically provide full protection. Armor really can't be easily broken, and you can imagine how desperate people without armor are.

It's dark now, and it's even raining for no reason. The power in the office building is also cut off, and only a little light can be seen. Before entering the factory for the decisive battle, Wang Yan did not wait in vain, he has controlled the surveillance here. The only bad thing is that these people are wearing professional recorders. Wang Yan doesn't know how many people are watching him fight on the other side, but he knows that those people must be very scared.

Considering the life and death of John Wick, Wang Yan no longer holds back, holding a knife and stabbing into the team of the high table ace. It's still the same routine, cutting arms from above, breaking legs from the side kick below, and cutting off descendants.

These people are indeed stronger than the previous ones, but for him, it should be a kick, it's the same kick, it should be a knife, it's the same knife, it seems that there is no difference. It's just that Wang Yan himself knows how much energy he has consumed.

Wang Yan's goal is to make sure that no one can have even one arm or even one good leg regardless of life or death. The scene was extremely bloody, and Wang Yan was covered in blood. His hair was long gone, and what dripped was not sweat, but blood.

The blood from the arms of dozens of people could really flow into a river.

He had to cover up what he should have. Wang Yan returned to the room where he started, put away Han Feng, and took up the machete instead. As for the questions of the spectators, let them have them. Who dares to ask him for answers? He only needs to deceive John Wick and Kane.

When he panted slightly and dragged a bloody road to the corner here, he saw John and Kane's good friend struggling to fight with people rolling on the ground.

The main force was on his side, and there were only more than a dozen people here. They were able to deal with people who were equally powerful and several times stronger than themselves, and they had killed a few people. These two people were already quite good.

Wang Yan threw away the broken machete in his hand. It was broken, but the knife was also carefully crafted and valuable, and it could be called a magic weapon.

He took out his Desert Eagle, walked over and kicked the two men away, grabbed the man riding on John, and shot him in the neck. After rescuing John, he did the same thing again and rescued Kane, who was already dying.

Only then did he deal with the remaining men in the eyes of the two men who were relieved.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one himself, and threw the rest to the two men with the cigarettes and the light on: "Are you not hurt?"

John shivered and lit his cigarette before replying: "I was stabbed twice, but the critical part was avoided. I feel fine."

"I'm about the same." Kane answered by himself. Wang Yan didn't call him by his Chinese name or talk to him in Chinese before, so he knew that Wang Yan didn't like him very much. But he has no retreat now. He should hug his thighs when he encounters them, and don't worry about any shameless issues.

His body was covered in blood and pitch black, making it impossible to see the extent of his injuries. Wang Yan stepped forward and grabbed their wrists to check for pulse. After being quiet for a while, he nodded: "It's not a big problem."

John's injury was more serious, while Kane's was much better. Although John is known as the Night Stalker, he is not as adaptable to the darkness as Kane, a blind man.

"I just said there is no problem. Fortunately, you came in time, Wang. If it had been a little later, I might have to go see Helen."

John talked more and became more relaxed. Xu Shi experienced the most intense life and death crisis in his life, and passed it smoothly, regaining his new life.

Wang Yan smiled: "You guys should rest for a while, I'll go replenish the gun."

He held a cigarette in his mouth, put away his pistol, picked up a rifle from the ground, walked over and shot each of them again in their necks. Then he stepped slowly, his big leather shoes stepping on the pool of blood, making a weird sound, which was creepy in the silent corridor.

It was especially horrifying to those who were lying together in a mess, with broken arms and legs, and blood flowing all over the floor, but they were still not dead. It's getting closer, the devil's footsteps are getting closer...

Wang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, used the barrel of the rifle to turn the chins of these dead men, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. He is already a bloody man, so he doesn't care about elegance. Just like this one shot, one shot, another shot, one shot for those who are dead, and one more shot for those who are not dead.

After everything was done, Wang Yan pulled a recorder from a corpse, looked at the piles of corpses, and then pointed the camera at himself: "Dear gentlemen, and perhaps ladies, let everything be over. In San Francisco, it is our agreement, so is there any next attack?

If so, do it as soon as possible. My patience is limited and I don’t want to show you a show here. If not, you must cancel the reward as soon as possible and send me what I want. I will wait for you at the hotel. Oh, by the way, there’s also the matter of Kane’s daughter. Don't play tricks or make small moves, I guarantee the consequences will be serious.

By the way, remember to clean up the scene as soon as possible, this is not an easy task. "

In the Continental Hotels in San Francisco, New York, Rome, Tokyo, Bangkok, Paris, London, Moscow, etc., as well as in unknown luxury manors, countless people looked at the one on the screen, who was made of blood. The scabs covered his face, his eyes were deep and full of indifference to life, and the corners of his mouth were still raised in a careless smile. That is the ultimate madness, that is peace.

Just looking at the scene, the tips of their noses were filled with the smell of blood, and they couldn't help but start vomiting. They couldn't imagine how on earth this man, this man from the East, managed to laugh in such an environment.

Those eyes seemed to really span the space, as if they were really looking at them, as if they should be among the pile of corpses. They swear with their dirty souls that this man is a devil walking in the world...

Wang Yan didn't think that the so-called high table could use any other methods. This time, the genetically modified organized combat units of more than 100 people were not so easy to obtain. Although he kills with ease, any one of these people can have the destructive power of John Wick. And John Wick's destructive power has been proven. You can imagine how difficult it is to have such a team.

Especially when these people were chopped down by Wang Yan so much, they didn't collapse until the last person fell. There was obviously something in this. That is to say, there is still some alternative force, or stronger force. But no matter how strong he is, it can only be so strong, and Wang Yan will not delay him from pinching his neck like a chicken and shooting at his neck.

The consortium may still have some tricks, but it's obviously not going to fight him to the end over this matter. And whether it can be touched is still unknown. Triple capital and people go crazy. When one's life is threatened by three points, people will weigh it left and right.

Wang Yan didn't care how they measured it. After saying what needed to be said, he threw away the night vision device and walked towards John again, stepping on a pool of blood. But this time, the horror was only for myself. Except for Wang Yan and the three of them who were still breathing, there was no one alive in this building.

At the corner of the stairs, John and Kane had already stood up, relaxing against the wall.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Let's go to the Continental Hotel."

"Already contacted?" John asked.

"What I said into the recorder, they will see."

"What about the bulletproof material?"

"They will consider it carefully. Don't worry. There are so many of them, but they still don't understand what we want? Also, I told Kane's daughter that they will do it."

Kane's existence did help. After all, if John Wick were allowed to fight more than a dozen enemies of similar level by himself, he would obviously be lying with those dead ghosts at this time.

So Wang Yan once again realized the importance of being kind to others, so he was kinder to Kane as a way of giving back.

Kane, who was supporting John with one hand, quickly expressed his gratitude: "Don't worry, Wang, I will definitely follow your footsteps in the future."

Wang Yan waved his hand carelessly: "We go to Athens to live a quiet life, not to cause trouble. At best, we can talk to the gangster boss there, make friends, and ensure that no one disturbs our lives. This is enough. Get ready, friends, the goddess of victory is smiling at us, and a new life is already waving to us."

It seems that the dark night without rain is very inconsistent with the overall atmosphere. Today, the weather is good, and the rain is getting heavier. The three people who came out of the office building stood in a row tacitly, looking up at the rainy sky, letting the heavy rain pour down and soak them.

But the rain flowed through the three people, and it was not clean when it came out. Especially Wang Yan, it was even more unclean. The blood on his body had not yet completely solidified, and the clothes made of special materials could not soak too much blood. At this moment, the rain poured, starting from his hair, the blood mixed with water, flowed from the trouser legs to the ground, and in a short while, it dyed a large area red.

Wang Yan rubbed his hair, washed his face and hands, and then took John and Kane out of the factory. He checked all the spaces inside and outside to confirm that there were no bombs. Wang Yan drove the car and followed John's instructions to the Continental Hotel in San Francisco.

The Continental Hotel is not short of money, so the location of the Continental Hotel in San Francisco is as good as that in New York, near the central location of the Bay Area where every inch of land is valuable. The gangsters hiding in the dark are in the same place with all kinds of rich people engaged in high-tech, and they are very arrogant.

But to be honest, these killer gangsters who go in and out of the Continental Hotel are all dressed in suits and leather shoes, which is quite like that.

Parking the large Hummer at the door of the hotel, Wang Yan got out of the car with his computer bag, stood in the rain and looked up at the equally tall hotel in front of him. He didn't use the doorman to hold an umbrella. He looked for dozens of seconds before stepping into the hotel.

Are you kidding? Why is he standing in the rain and getting drenched? Isn't it because he wants the blood on his body to flow to the ground? The previous drenching is only wet after driving all the way, so he needs to drench it again. Killing people to establish prestige, or let people feel it up close. Although he wants to retire from the world, the world does not allow him to be without legends.

He climbed up the stairs all the way, and as his legs stepped, he drew a long line of blood. Just like that, he took John and Kane and walked into the Continental Hotel step by step.

"Mr. Wang, we finally meet. I am Clayton."

Clayton is a burly middle-aged man with a fitness habit who is more than 1.8 meters tall. The Jewish wisdom did not make him bald. His hair is still lush and has some curls. He looks very energetic in a suit and brown eyes. No matter according to the aesthetics of the East and the West, he can be called handsome.

But facing Wang Yan, he showed an unnatural smile and took the initiative to extend his hand.

Wang Yan smiled and shook hands with him: "Thank you for taking us three so seriously."

"Wang, this is what we should do. We agreed to end everything in San Francisco. Yes, it's over now, and the result is what we all want to see. The High Table has revoked the bounty on you and Mr. Wick, and restored your registration qualifications."

"So Clayton, you brought what I wanted, right?"

"Of course, Wang, do you want to take a break first? We can talk later." Clayton looked down at Wang Yan's trouser legs, which were still dripping with blood. The black suit had now turned dark red. He was close, and the smell of blood filled his breath, which made him think of the images sent back by the recorder before...

"Let's do it now, you're busy too, aren't you?"

"Of course, then let's go to the restaurant over there and talk while eating?"

"Why not? Clayton, John and I haven't had lunch yet."

As soon as the group sat down at the restaurant, the table was filled with food and drinks, which were obviously prepared on time. Moreover, since they entered the hotel, except for the hotel manager who was carrying the bag next to them, they had not seen anyone else.

Wang Yan did not care about the thoughtful service of Clayton, the son of the consortium family, thinking that the rain he had been soaking in the hotel door before was in vain...

Watching Wang Yan and the other two start to eat and drink, Clayton took the box from the hotel manager and opened it: "Wang, considering that you don't have an official identity in the United States, we have helped you join the American nationality. This is the passport and New York ID. In addition, we have prepared 3 billion US dollars, and you need to provide an account. This money is completely legal and you will not be charged a penny in tax.

As for the information of the genetic project that you are most concerned about, considering the trust between us, at present, all laboratories have been connected to the outside network, and you can copy it at will with your own technology. Mr. Raymond's daughter, I am sorry, I can promise that I will never disturb her life again in the future.

Wang, do you have any other requests? If possible, we will try our best to meet them. For example, if you don't agree with the amount of money, you can raise it. This is for our friendship."

For them, money is the most useless thing. They control countless material resources, renewable, non-renewable, high-tech, financial banks, etc. This is the basis for them to be the behind-the-scenes promoters. Besides, the money was not paid by the Locke family alone.

As for American nationality, Wang Yan doesn't care. What he values ​​is the information of those genetic projects.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Test me?"

"Don't get me wrong, Wang, it's just that I brought the hard drive, and you may find it hard to believe its authenticity."

"Even if I look for it myself now, it's still hard to believe its authenticity. I will verify it later. If it is wrong, it will be too late for us to have a good talk by then."

Wang Yan pushed away the food tray on the table in front of him, took out the computer and hard drive, and started operating them in front of Clayton. The laboratory directory provided by Jaina included thirteen bulletproof materials. It didn't take Wang Yan long to break through their security protection. Although there was resistance, it had no effect. This was still an obvious invasion. If It was a secret operation. It was more likely that they were gearing up for a big fight. He had already gotten what he wanted.

It was easy to deal with them, except that the speed of international jump copying was indeed a bit slower. He casually put the computer aside, ignored Clayton's horrified eyes, and continued to eat his meal.

He did consume a lot of energy today, and although it looked easy, he wasn't that easy to kill. He actually added a little more to restore his strength.

"I wonder what you are going to do next?" Clayton was at a loss for words.

"Go to Athens. I have no intention of being an enemy of you, I just want some information. I will open a laboratory in Athens and find someone to verify the authenticity of these information. At the same time, I will live quietly. But I hope you can Help me build a laboratory in Athens. You know that money alone is not enough for this kind of experiment. And even if it is a verification, it will be a huge expense. I am not a big family like yours, so I can't afford it."

"Yes, to be honest with you, Wang, we have thought of your request before and are preparing relevant experimental equipment. However, it may take a little longer to fully set up the laboratory."

"It can be built within a year. I'm not busy. I can accept the current conditions. Clayton, if nothing happens, you can leave. I hope we don't see each other again."

Clayton didn't care and raised a glass to Wang Yan: "Of course, although we have a deep friendship, it is best for all of us not to meet. In this case, I will take my leave. Goodbye, Wang. "

Wang Yan raised his glass to say farewell.

This is the benefit of having proven strength, especially if you are still a lunatic in their eyes. Compared with the unforeseeable losses, although these things now are important, they are not that important. Besides, Wang Yan was just a copy and not destroyed. Although it is difficult to accept, it is not so difficult to accept when you think about the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the electronics factory.

Seeing Clayton leaving, Wang Yan smiled and greeted John Wick and Kane, who was firmly hugging his thigh: "Come on, let us celebrate. Cheers to this victory and this freedom."

The three men, whose clothes were dark red and wet, and whose seats and tables were all stained with blood, laughed, and their cups clinked together, which was the sound of freedom.

There are many sounds of freedom. The soaring seagulls and the roaring waves of the Aegean Sea are also freedom. This is the hometown of Xizhe, where the great wise man once discussed freedom.

John Wick's freedom is to get a small sampan and go to the sea to play when he has nothing to do. Return to shore and chat with your new girlfriend. Thinking nothing, doing nothing, just living in waste, day after day, he enjoyed it. He seemed to have changed. He was no longer cold-faced all day long, but a man who loved to laugh. He is enjoying the retirement life that really belongs to him. It is easy to get it.

Wang Yan, who had just used a high-powered telescope to take a look at the sweetness of John Wick's pick-up with girls, casually threw the telescope aside and ignored the unfamiliar woman on the big bed behind him who was still sleeping soundly. , slumped on the lounge chair and blew the wind leisurely, shaking the red wine glass, overlooking the scenery of the Aegean Sea...

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