Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 182 My Name is John Wick

On a New York night in the late 1920s, Wang Yi, dressed in a suit and with a face like Keanu Reeves, was walking in the New York sewers. In his hand, he held a copper coin the size of a child's palm. The coin was glowing in the dim and wide sewer, leading Wang Yi forward.

"Turtle, there are three tanks parked side by side down here and it doesn't feel crowded. No wonder these gangsters want to open a tavern down here. It's a one-stop service for storage, consumption, transportation, and brewing. It's really late to join the game now. All the territory has been divided up. But fortunately, I have you, my little baby~"

Wang Yi was impressed by the vastness and outrageousness of the New York sewers. If they were placed in some comic works, the intricate and vast New York sewers he saw before his eyes could be used to create a so-called shadow New York.

With such a complex terrain and vast area, even if the police knew that gangs were violating the prohibition by brewing, selling and transporting alcohol in the sewers, they would be completely in the dark. Once the gangs go into the sewers and make so many twists and turns, the police would not know where they are, let alone catch them.

But it’s not a bad thing for Wang Yi, because he has the skill of magnetic field radar, which can detect movements within a radius of 500 meters centered on him. It doesn’t matter if he can’t find it for a while, he can find the bar opened by the New York gang in this sewer by walking.

In addition to the magnetic field radar skill, another thing that can help him find the way is the copper coin the size of a child's palm in his hand.

This is the magic weapon that belongs to his good uncle, Yuan Jingui, the weapon refiner of Quanxing Sect. It is named Bao Jinqian. It is the only magic weapon Wang Yi knows about in all the years he has known Yuan Jingui, and it is also the magic weapon he wants the most.

Because this magic weapon is just as its name suggests, it can not only drop treasures, but also search for treasures and mark treasures.

Of course, this thing can't be as perverted as the one in Fengshen, which can directly destroy people's magic weapon.

The biggest use of Yuan Jingui's refining of this magic weapon is to mark some wealthy and powerful people when he travels around the world, and use it to explore how much wealth and treasures these wealthy and powerful people have.

It's easy to do. Yuan Jingui took action himself. He sacrificed the treasure-falling money and let it attach to the target, quietly and silently sucking away the target's wealth and luck. The silver and jewelry on the target fell into Yuan Jingui's hands in various unexpected ways under the guidance of the treasure-falling money.

If something is difficult to deal with, he will inform his dead master, Ghost Hand King, and ask him to take action and use the method of reversing the eight directions to take people's property. The cooperation between them is seamless.

In addition to attracting people's wealth and finding treasures, the biggest benefit of this treasure money to Wang Yi is that it is durable! It is really durable, so when Wang Yi was trying to kill Yuan Jingui, he could give up other things but get this one.

He just needs to wait until Yuan Jingui, the original owner, is killed, and then he can use his true Qi to refine it, and the Luobao Money will be his.

At this moment, with the help of the mark left by the magic weapon "Luobao Jinqian" on his box, Wang Yi also found the drinking place of the gangsters who took away his box of US dollars and gave him seven bullets in the intricate New York sewers.

A wall with a mechanism.

After putting the fallen gold coins back into his arms, Wang Yi knocked on the wall while listening to the sounds of indulgence coming from the other side of the wall.

"signal."

There was a hollow hole in the concrete wall, and a pistol stretched out from the dark gap, pointing at Wang Yi's head.

“London bridge is falling down~”

"What?"

"Wrong, this is it."

He stuffed a Benjamin in his pocket into the hole, retracted the gun, revealing a human face, and looked carefully at Wang Yi's appearance at this time.

He is white, a little mixed-race, with black hair, but very handsome, so it doesn’t affect it.

"Friend, you have to give me a reason to be here."

"I came here with a few people who were carrying my boxes happily. I'm tired and want to have a drink."

Upon hearing this, the people on the other side of the wall were also stunned. Where did this young man come from? There was no need to say it so openly if he wanted to seek revenge, right? Didn't they know that this bar was opened by the Italians?
"Just some personal vendetta."

The people on the other side of the wall looked at Wang Yi's John Wick killer face, and after a long silence, they finally opened the secret door. Let's make a fuss. If the fuss gets out of hand, the money will become theirs. It's not a big problem.

The secret door opened, and the people behind it searched Wang Yi as usual, but found nothing. Only then was Wang Yi allowed to walk in and see the scenery of the underground bar behind the secret door.

This is a bar covering an area of ​​at least 500 square meters. It has all the facilities you need. Dancers are singing and dancing on the stage with only their key parts covered. The sound of restless jazz music can be heard. Everywhere you look, the place is crowded. Waiters carrying trays with wine on plates are walking back and forth in the aisles, and the bartenders at the bar are letting themselves go.

Here, Wang Yi also saw black people in suits drinking and chatting with white people, but there were no Chinese.

At the end of the 20s, before the Great Depression, the United States was blinded by the virtual economic prosperity. The emergence of Prohibition allowed those who thought they had made a lot of money in the US stock market to indulge themselves in this dark underground bar.

Wang Yi's appearance in this underground bar with the white face of John Wick did not attract any attention from them. And Wang Yi's eyes were also locked on the guys who took his box from his high-altitude vision.

At the moment they were celebrating their windfall, each holding a Benjamin and shouting at the bar to bring them the best liquor and not some fake liquor with methanol.

Yes, under Prohibition, the gangs opened bars and sold alcohol without caring about your reputation, and under Prohibition, they had the final say. They didn't care if the alcohol was tasteless or bad, and they didn't care about it in the eyes of the American consumers who were obsessed with money and luxury in this era. They only knew that they made money to spend, so what was the point of making money if they didn't spend.

It is said that after drinking two ounces of horse urine, one will forget who he is. But in the current market with prohibition on alcohol, if your horse urine can really be drunk as wine, they can sell it. You can't expect these capitalist gangsters to have a conscience.

Wang Yi walked down the stairs slowly, recalling the appearance of John Wick, the dog lover, in the bar. He squeezed through the crowd and sat down in front of the people who took his box.

As Wang Yi, the guy who was shot to death by them seven times from behind, sat in front of them, the gangsters who were celebrating their windfall suddenly became quiet.

Their silence seemed to become a fuse, and the drinkers around them who were cheering and cheering also became quiet, followed by the waiters, then the dancers on the stage, the band, and finally the bartender.

Obviously, Wang Yi did not exude any murderous intent, nor did he have any aura, but the moment Wang Yi sat next to these people as if he was alone, the world became quiet.

The gang members who were responsible for maintaining order in the crowd and preventing people from causing trouble also looked at the table where Wang Yi was sitting, with their hands already reaching into their arms. Some of them exchanged glances, asking who was so smart to let people in to cause trouble!

The gatekeeper was also innocent, he was searched.

"Seven glasses of whiskey on the rocks, one for me, and the remaining six for them. Oh, and give me a pencil, thank you." Wang Yi took out the Luobao Money from his arms and placed it on the table, and said to the shocked waiter beside him.

The moment this treasure-falling gold coin, a relic from my good uncle Quan Xing weapon refiner Yuan Jingui, was placed on the table, it began to attract the attention of everyone present.

This magic weapon is said to be a copper coin because it looks like a copper coin, but it is definitely not made of copper. It is mixed with real gold and other metals that have been refined by Yuan Jingui using his cultivation.

Coupled with the oriental shape, it is enough to make these foreigners think that this is an antique from the ancient country in the East which is known as a land full of gold.

It also attracted the attention of these gangsters. Under the influence of alcohol, they no longer thought about why the guy in front of them, whom they called an idiot, could withstand seven bullets and dare to come to their door. They only thought about how to take the money on the table for themselves.

"You should search the body before choosing to take my box."

Wang Yi spoke slowly, took out a pack of cigarettes from one of the men's arms, pulled out a cigarette, lit it with the lighter on the table, and put the lighter in his pocket.

The familiar look made it look like a gathering of old friends to outsiders.

He was holding a cigarette, puffing out smoke, and was an heavy smoker.

"Don't move. Give me back the box. I'll treat you to whatever you spent. Then finish your whiskey and leave."

Wang Yi's words were measured, his actions were in place, and his voice was loud. At least in the underground bar that suddenly became quiet at this time, Wang Yi's words had made the whole thing clear. In fact, everyone in the bar knew that although these guys who were drinking were gang members and made a lot of money on weekdays, they were so lavish today drinking good wine. Just think about where their wealth came from.

At this time, the waiter also came over with seven glasses of iced whiskey, and there was a pencil that Wang Yiyao wanted on the tray.

The moment the waiter put seven glasses of whiskey and pencils on the table and prepared to leave, the six gang members also took action. But Wang Yi was faster than them. Facing these six ordinary people who only knew how to fight, even if they had guns in their hands, Wang Yi didn't need to use any profound skills at such a close distance. Just relying on his life cultivation was enough.

The pencil in his hand turned into a sharp blade. Before anyone could react, the pencil in his hand had already pierced through the temples of the six people, killing them on the spot.

There were no gunshots, no chaos, just simple, quick, direct and effective action.

Everyone in the bar was shocked by Wang Yi's clean and neat killing method. The gang members who were originally planning to come up and clear the place and then embezzle the windfall did not dare to step forward. Because Wang Yi not only had a pencil at this moment, but also six pistols. They didn't know what role these six pistols would play in the hands of such a killer.

Everyone comes out to hang out in gangs, opening bars despite the risk of prohibition is just for the sake of making money, and there is no point in fighting and killing.

Wang Yi, oblivious to the surroundings, lifted his box from under their feet, placed it on the table, and opened it openly. He counted the money, then frowned. In just a short while, a tenth of the huge sum of nearly ten thousand dollars was gone? Damn it, selling alcohol during the Prohibition was really a huge profit!

With emotion in his heart, Wang Yi buckled up the suitcase again, wrote the name John Wick on the white paper on the table with the pencil that was not damaged at all and not even stained with blood, drank the seven glasses of whiskey on the table, and then raised the last empty glass to the many bar guests who were shocked by his actions.

"Great wine, everybody. Keep playing and dancing."

After saying that, he stuffed a Benjamin banknote into the chest pocket of the waiter who did not leave, and walked up the stairs carrying the suitcase containing nearly 10,000 yuan and six pistols as if no one was around. Everyone stared at the suitcase in Wang Yi's hand, but no one dared to move.

He stopped in front of the speakeasy doorman and gave him another Benjamin.

"As I said, it's just some personal grudges, thank you."

The gatekeeper was confused. What the hell did he let in?

Wang Yi didn't care what the gatekeeper was thinking. He only knew that his goal had been achieved. He had already put down the bait. It all depended on who would take the first bite. This country had no shortage of gamblers who would bet on power and status.

Soon, the first person to take the bait appeared. He was the waiter who witnessed Wang Yi killing six people with a pencil at close range. Looking at the name on the table and the name Benjamin in his chest pocket, the young waiter made a decision. He quickly walked through the crowd, walked out of the underground bar, and saw Wang Yi who was leisurely preparing to leave outside.

"They're from the Irish Gang, you're in trouble, sir."

"The definition of trouble is up to me."

"I think so. May I ask, sir, what are your plans for coming to New York?"

"Why are you so curious?"

“Before buying a stock, you should always find out what the future prospects of the stock are, right?”

"Very smart. What about you? What do you want to get by buying this stock?"

"I want all of New York."

"Very good, you passed my interview. Can you tell me your name, my friend?"

"Winston. Winston Wilson."

"Well, Winston, you will have a new job soon. Wait for your employment notice. Goodbye, Winston."

"Goodbye, Mr. Wick."

Winston, who was less than 20 years old, looked at Wang Yi's back as he left. He had to admit that there was an element of gambling in his decision, but a voice in his heart told him that he had made the right bet!

Back in the luxurious apartment arranged for him by the Behemoth Foundation, Wang Yi threw his suitcase on the sofa, took out a bottle of ice cola from the refrigerator, stood in front of the window, looking at New York, the city that never sleeps, and he already had a plan in his mind.

　There are so many things to do on my first day back at work. I will only update once today and will start to make up for it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)