Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 178: A Thousand Miles Away
This was the first time that Wang Yi was invited to the consulate as a guest. Although he was wearing a robe, the person who came to receive him in the consulate was very businesslike, but he was very cordial when talking to Hendler.

Wang Yi didn't feel unhappy about this. In this day and age, if you want these people to respect you, the best way is to take action and let them know how powerful you are. And in a place like the consulate where accidents are frequent, there will always be someone who comes up to trip Wang Yi up.

"Hey, where's Vincent? He really wants to meet his kind, right? I've brought it to him now."

In the consulate, after exchanging pleasantries with an old acquaintance of the consulate, Hendler was also shouting and calling out someone's name. Combining the previous conversation with Hendler on the train, it seems that this foreign alien named Vincent is what Hendler defined as a new innate alien born with the trend of the times under the rapid development of hot weapons and industrialization.

Just as Hendler was shouting, Wang Yi had already noticed something and turned his head to look at the man walking down from the upstairs. He was holding a simple golden pistol in his hand, and Wang Yi's face was reflected in the crosshairs of the gun.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Vincent Chamblee."

A sentence in fluent Chinese was spoken by a man who was about the same age as Wang Yi, and he lightly pulled the trigger.

An invisible and colorless bullet shot out from the muzzle of the golden pistol in his hand and appeared within Wang Yi's perception range.

There was no gunshot, no smoke, the golden pistol in the hand of Vincent Chamberlain looked like a frame, but in the perception of Wang Yi and Li Tianran, it was an object made of the golden essence in the body. It was just too substantial, and if it was not a cultivator, it would be difficult for ordinary people to see that it was an object made of true essence.

Based on this move alone, Wang Yi and Li Tianran could judge that this man was a pure innate alien, because even if Liang Ting and Ma Ben were here, they would not be able to shape their inner qi to simulate the structure of a pistol and maintain it. This kind of work is thankless and meaningless. But for an innate alien whose inner qi's route is basically fixed, this is an innate instinct that does not need to be deliberately operated. For an innate alien, it is as natural as breathing.

The invisible and colorless bullet flew out of the chamber, and under Qian Bol's control, it slowly flew towards Wang Yi. Seeing this, Li Tianran also frowned, and stood in front of Wang Yi, ready to use his own protective energy to block the attack for Wang Yi, but Wang Yi stretched out his hand to stop him.

It’s better to handle this kind of trick yourself.

With a wave of his hand, the invisible magnetic field energy extended towards the bullet, which Wang Yi perceived but had no physical entity. Seeing Wang Yi's initiative, Qian Bol smiled and completely let go of the bullet he was controlling.

Without any restraint, this invisible and colorless bullet rushed straight into the magnetic field Qi capture net deployed by Wang Yi. The next moment, Wang Yi also quickly moved to the side, and a finger-sized hole appeared under his feet.

Before other people in the consulate could react to what was happening, they saw Wang Yi roaming around the consulate hall like a ghost, and the invisible bullet that had been fired also emerged from the ground and locked onto Wang Yi who was roaming around the hall.

The magnetic field of true Qi that Wang Yi arranged around his body seemed to be ineffective and did not disrupt the invisible bullet composed purely of true Qi.

But from the perspective of Li Tianran, who was standing by, it was not that it had no effect. This Qi bullet, which was initially as fast as an ordinary kinetic bullet, was now so fast that even someone of his level could dodge it at medium and long distances. But he just couldn't understand why such a Qi bullet could ignore Wang Yi's Qi defense.

Just when Li Tianran was puzzled, Wang Yi stopped moving and dodging, the magnetic field of true Qi around his body dissipated, and he raised his hand to grab the invisible true Qi bullet flying towards him.

'Snapped! '

It was as if someone clapped hands with Wang Yi's outstretched right hand, causing Wang Yi's palm to tilt back slightly. Wang Yi looked at the white smoke rising from his right palm, and then raised his head to look at the man named Qian Boer on the stairs. Qian Boer's expression was also surprised at this time, but he quickly calmed down.

"Your name is Vincent Chamblee, right? Good ability, very suitable for first kill, not bad."

"You can just call me Qian Boer or Vincent, Wang Yi, Behemoth welcomes you to join us."

"I didn't say I wanted to join you Behemoth. You should let me take a look around the place before considering it."

"But you must join, because only we can make you stronger. When you get there and think it through, call me and I will make you my friend."

A preliminary confrontation also made Qian Boer, a congenital mutant from the American mutant organization Behemoth, recognize Wang Yi's ability. A platinum business card flew out of his hand and was taken by Wang Yi.

"That's not how you make friends, but you're very straightforward. I can try to make friends with you. Do you have a name for this ability of yours?"

"Bounty hunter."

"Human body magnetic field, the technique or ability I practice."

"That would explain why Mr. Hendler praised you so highly in his telegram. Do you like tea?"

"If it's the tea from your country, I'm not used to it. I prefer the tea from our own country. Of course, I can accept coffee too."

"Wuyi Mountain Zhengshan Xiaozhong, it is said that it was once a tribute that only your emperor could drink."

"Then I can do this."

"Let's drink upstairs. As for the formalities and your luggage, Mr. Hendler will help you with them. Mr. Hendler, I'm counting on you."

"Vincent, you're making Uncle Hendler very sad."

Hendler teased the young man named Qian Boer, but also started to ask the staff to do things, and gave Wang Yi a thumbs up. He didn't expect that the other party would immediately subdue this arrogant young man he knew.

In response, Wang Yi just shrugged and walked upstairs. No one in the consulate thought it was impolite for a Chinese like Wang Yi to go up to the second floor.

From the brief fight just now, Wang Yi roughly understood what kind of ability this innate alien named Qian Bol had and his skill called Bounty Headhunting. In his opinion, this was an alternative version of Tang Sect's Dan Shi.

It's just that the Tang Sect's Danxi combines the poison of its own true qi and the poison of the entity, which can be cultivated through practice. Although the mortality rate is very high, no matter how poor each generation of Tang Sect members is, there are always one or two people who can do it, but the characteristics of the Danxi after cultivation are different. As for Qian Boer, his ability is innate and cannot be passed on.

As for fighting the enemy, as Wang Yi said, it is very suitable for first-time killing.

His magnetic field qi, like Wu Gensheng's divine spirit, could interfere with the other party's true qi. It wasn't that it had no effect, but that it didn't have time to exert its effect.

Because the speed of the opponent's headhunting bullet was too fast, in Wang Yi's perception, it was the initial speed of a normal bullet, and such a speed was not comparable to the Tang Sect's Danxi. It takes a process for his own magnetic field to capture and interfere with the true qi. In this regard, he and Wu Gensheng's divine spirit have the same principle, but for the general spells that are directly converted from the true qi, he and Wu Gensheng's divine spirit can do it instantly, but for the tough and durable spells, they often can't play a miraculous effect, such as the Golden Light Curse that tempers the life cultivation of Longhu Mountain, or the third level of reverse birth that breaks through the second level, it takes some time.

The Qi bullets fired by Qian Boer belonged to the former, which were tough and round. With the same initial velocity as the live bullet, his own magnetic field Qi could only intercept and attenuate, and could not directly break it.

Even his own magnetic field true Qi and the rootless divine spirit could not interfere in the first time, and the true Qi bullets that could break through would be useless if ordinary aliens used their protective Qi to deal with them. Wang Yi thought that the result would be the same as the result if a bullet hit a human body. It was purely used to break the protective Qi of aliens.

From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration for Wang Yi to say that his ability is not bad.

But this ability also has obvious drawbacks. First, the Qi bullet has an absolute limit. Second, it is only effective against the protective Qi of the aliens. When facing those who only cultivate their life and soul, such as the Quanzhen and Henglian schools who have trained their Qi into their flesh and blood, he is at a loss. Just like Wang Yi just now, after understanding its essence through the interception of the magnetic field Qi, he directly used his flesh to block it, without even breaking the defense.

It can be said that if this innate alien named Qian Boer did not have any other tricks up his sleeve, apart from being able to give Wang Yi a little surprise at the beginning, the rest would only be something that Wang Yi could use to his advantage. But as an innate alien, his ability can often achieve miraculous results if combined with strong teammates. And Wang Yi also knew how much sincerity the alien organization called Behemoth behind them had shown to him. Because the guy in front of him was the son of a director of the Behemoth consortium, and his family was in the arms business.

"I suddenly feel that you're not a good friend~" Wang Yi drank his tea and looked at the foreigner in front of him who was not much different in age from him.

Although he knew that the Americans were not involved, and that the Qianboer family, an arms dealer, was probably one of the helpers, it was not the end yet. He had to manage this fat sheep well, otherwise the tiger skin he had pulled abroad might fall on him.

"You are really an interesting guy, Wang Yi, but whether you can become my friend and a member of Behemoth depends on your own performance. But before that, I will pay for your consumption during your time in Shanghai."

Qian Boer, the son of the Behemoth Group's director, was somewhat uncomfortable with Wang Yi's sudden change of attitude. But as a member of the Old Money family, he still maintained the most basic gentlemanly manners. He snapped his fingers, and a well-prepared follower came up. He was a fake foreigner in a suit and tie, and he even gave himself an English name, Thomas Chen.

He was responsible for all of Wang Yi's expenses before they boarded the ship to the United States.

It was a rare opportunity to have such a sucker, so Wang Yi naturally didn't hesitate. Before he left, he walked around the streets of Shanghai with the ID provided by the consulate.
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The time for going abroad was scheduled for the end of August. We would take an ocean cruise ship, departing from Shanghai, stopping in Kobe and Yokohama, then turning southeast to Honolulu, the capital of the Hawaiian Islands, then transferring to the Panama Canal, and finally arriving in New York.

The whole process will take at least ten days to half a month.

"I never thought that one day I would be able to enjoy the treatment of a master. No wonder the title of master is so prestigious these days... It seems that not all masters are like that."

"Mr. Wang, what did you say?"

"Nothing. By the way, can you help me change all the dollars in this box into gold bars?"

"Of course you can, but wouldn't it be more convenient to exchange these 100-dollar bills for smaller denominations when you go abroad? You'll have to go to the bank to exchange them for gold bars."

"I don't plan to take this money to the United States. I have a friend here, and this money is for his business. As for the rest of my money, I'll have to ask you to change it into small-denomination US dollars for me."

"Wouldn't it be better to deposit it in the bank? Mr. Wang, you don't know that the economy in the United States is booming right now!"

"No, I still like to have the money in my hands to feel more at ease. Mr. Chen, you are also Chinese, you should understand my thoughts."

"No, Mr. Wang. I was no longer a citizen of the Republic of China in the 16th year of the Republic of China. I advise you to change your nationality when you go abroad, just like me. You have never been to the United States, so you don't know how it is compared to our country. Tsk tsk tsk, there is no comparison! I see that Mr. Qian Boer thinks highly of you. The son of the director of such a big consortium invites you to join. You should just accept it. With your ability, you will be very successful, and you can also take care of me when the time comes."

Over the past few days, the Chinese American who served as his attendant has also realized that the young man in front of him has more prospects for making money than himself. Even the director of his own company has specially sent his son to meet him. Now that he has such a golden thigh, how bad can his life be in the future?

"Haha, I'll think about it. For now, I'll have to ask Mr. Chen to make a trip. I'm not familiar with the procedures in this regard."

As he spoke, a small yellow croaker was handed to the fake foreigner.

With the gold bars as a guide, he ran to the bank to exchange the nearly 10,000 US dollars Wang Yi had received from Zhu Qianlong and his friends. As for the suggestion he gave, how could he not know it if others did not? It was August of the 17th year of the Republic of China. By this time next year, the economy in the United States would not be booming.

In the evening, the man exchanged nearly 10,000 U.S. dollars for thirty gold bars weighing ten taels each and handed them to Wang Yi.

After dinner, Wang Yi took the box containing gold bars and went out without letting this person follow him.

Shanghai at night is a place full of bright lights, wine and women, and a life of decadence and extravagance.

Wang Yi was walking calmly in Shanghai at night, carrying the box of money that was enough to drive people crazy. In his arms was the certificate issued by the American Consulate in the Concession. None of the police on the road dared to trouble Wang Yi. As for those blind hooligans, before they could make a move, Wang Yi had disappeared from their sight, making them think they had seen a ghost.

At this time, Wang Yi was indeed wandering like a ghost in the night of Shanghai. Relying on his profound cultivation, he turned on the magnetic field radar and followed the patrol car equipped with a directional radio station of the Concession Police Station, constantly detecting any movement within a diameter of 500 meters centered on himself, including invisible radio waves.

He stopped at an intersection and after a few ups and downs, he arrived silently outside an old house in an alley. Hearing the whispers of people inside, Wang Yi did not make a sound to disturb them. He just took out a pen and paper from his pocket, wrote a few words on his box containing thirty gold bars, and then knocked three times on the door.

After knocking, Wang Yi stepped aside and distorted the light through the magnetic field, making his figure invisible.

Three knocks on the door, neither loud nor soft, silenced the voices in the room, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if no one lived there.

After a while, a young man holding a pistol opened the door carefully. There was no one around, only a box and a note in front of the door.

After looking at the contents on the note, the young man carefully opened the suitcase. After seeing the thirty yellow gold bars inside, he closed it and silently bowed towards the empty area.

Behind him, a companion's voice came.

"Li Qiang, is there anything unusual?"

"No, it's just that a comrade brought us aid, a huge amount of aid!"

"Comrade, which comrade? Why are you knocking on the door without even a signal? Don't you know this is dangerous?!"

"For him, as long as he has the patience to find us, we can't hide at all."

"You're so mysterious! They went through so much trouble just to send us a box? What's in the box that makes you so excited?!"

Outside the door, Wang Yi, who was hiding aside, listened to the sounds coming from the room one after another, then left silently with a smile. This was the small contribution he could make to Li Qiang.

After finishing his last thing in Shanghai, time quickly came to the end of August.

The capital city, thousands of miles away, was no longer the capital of a country. It was downgraded to a plain and could only be called Beiping City from then on.

Wang Yi, who had made all the preparations to go abroad, was accompanied by Qian Bo, the son of the director of the American alien organization, Behemoth Consortium, Hendler, Li Tianran, Duanmu Ying and the accompanying butler who had arrived in Shanghai early and were waiting for him. They boarded the cruise ship "Queen of Asia" together, and left their homeland to the other side of the ocean thousands of miles away with the sound of the whistle.

With Wang Yi's departure, the Chinese alien circle, which had been stirred up by this guy Wang Yi in recent years, seems to have returned to calm.

But the seeds for the future have already been planted unknowingly in Longhu Mountain, at Sanyi Gate, outside the Great Wall, in the four famous families, and in the inns of Jianghu, waiting to sprout.

(End of this chapter)