Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 183 Tonight, let’s start killing!

For the next week, nothing happened to Wang Yi.

The American mutant organization Behemoth Group seemed to have forgotten the existence of Wang Yi. Every day, only Qian Boer, the son of the director of Behemoth Group, came to find Wang Yi and took him for a ride.

Let him take Wang Yi to experience the current era in different ways every day, the decadence and debauchery of New York in the 20s when the stock market economy was booming.

According to the directors of the Behemoth Group, the Republic of China where Wang Yi is located cannot be compared with New York of the same period. No place or city can compare.

In their opinion, the so-called worldly life that can refine the mind also depends on the place. What is the worldly life in the Republic of China compared with the shining pearl of industrial civilization, New York? When people in the Republic of China had to rely on foot, horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts, or even donkey-drawn carts to get around, here everyone has a car and they all take taxis when they go out.

Cars, which are only available to wealthy people in the Republic of China, are all available here, and the configuration of each car is no worse than those of the wealthy people in the Republic of China.

How can you cultivators who have practiced for half a lifetime be as fast as the cars produced on the factory assembly line? How many cars can you, the strange people of some kind of mechanism sect, produce with all your efforts as fast as the cars produced on the factory assembly line here?
This is their favorite money offensive, commonly known as a test of cadres.

To be honest, Wang Yi could see what tricks the other party was using, but he also had to admit that this trick was really effective. If it were another cultivator here, it would be hard to say whether they could withstand this test.

Before, we could say that guns, a product of the development of the times, are a trend. It is really a pipe dream for aliens to rely on their own practice and inheritance to resist this trend. Well, we aliens admit defeat.

Anyway, although guns can be bought in the Republic of China, most of the time they are still in the hands of warlords, some powerful people and gangsters. As long as you are careful when you are out in the world, it is unlikely that you will be shot by someone else.

But the national conditions in the United States are that everyone has a gun, and this is the reason why there is no chaos.

The Hanyang-made pistol that could be bought for ten dollars on the black market in the Republic of China has become a cheap item that few people want in New York, because everyone here can buy a pistol with better performance and greater power from a gun store. And past deeds have shown that there is actually no difference between a bullet fired from a five-year-old child and from an adult. As long as the timing is good, it can break the body's protective qi.

If we can’t compete in personal military strength, then let’s compete in national strength!
The Qing Dynasty was complacent, weak and incompetent, so it fell. Now we have the Republic of China. The situation in our Republic of China is thriving and the situation is very good!

Then New York's economy grew rapidly, the streets were bustling with traffic, the myth of getting rich overnight was everywhere, and there were rich bachelors everywhere.

You want to criticize them for being extravagant, decadent, and laughing at the poor but not at prostitutes. They retort that even if you want to be extravagant, decadent, and laugh at the poor but not at prostitutes, you in the Republic of China can't do it. We in New York, we Americans have the capital to do so, do you?

The comprehensive dimensionality reduction attack from the inside to the outside is enough to make all arguments unconvincing.

What a pity, Wang Yinei is a soul from the 21st century who grew up under the red flag.

These are the most deadly money offensives and dimensionality reduction attacks to anyone in this era, but they are nothing but clouds to Wang Yi.

In an era when there was no Internet, no television, movies were still popular in black and white, and the entertainment programs were mediocre. All you did was throw parties and drink alcohol. There was no class at all. Is that it?
Qian Boer, who was accompanying Wang Yi on a tour of New York, also noticed this situation.

Because Wang Yi acted too calmly. Whether it was a life of luxury or debauchery, you should at least show a reaction of either being shocked or unwilling to go along with it. Why are you like those Puritans who demanded prohibition? No, the Puritans would even say something disgusting.

But Wang Yi had nothing, and even gave Qian Boer a feeling of "Old Qian, you are testing me in this way? Which cultivator can't stand this kind of test?"

What surprised Qian Boer the most was that when he invited Wang Yi to dine at an Italian restaurant, Wang Yi tasted the red wine and commented in a serious tone: "Among the famous wineries in Bordeaux, I dislike Chateau Margaux the most, because it is a winery in Bordeaux, but the wine it produces tastes very similar to the wine in Burgundy. Old Qian, you have to pay attention to this next time you drink."

No, are your ancestors from Europe or are my ancestors from Europe? How come you are so skilled!
Qian Bo'er was very defensive, because the other party could drink, smoke, and even drive a car in a professional manner. He was also good at other entertainment activities, just like an outstanding talent who had been influenced by capitalist society.

But it gave Qian Bo a weird feeling, like a tiger trying to catch a hedgehog, with no idea where to start. The other party was not bewitched by the colorful world of New York, but was just trying to lure him.

After this week, Qian Boer found that all the tricks in the capitalist world had no effect on Wang Yi. After a week of spending money and drinking with Wang Yi, he lost interest in the matter and started to busy himself with his own affairs. After all, he was the son of the director of the Behemoth Group and a congenital person. He was not a second-generation rich man who did nothing but a silver-plated gun.

Just like that, Wang Yi turned back into the parasite who stayed in New York doing nothing and spent money on the Behemoth Group every day.

Although Qian Boer had left, Wang Yi could still sense that there were people from the Behemoth Group following him near the apartment building where he lived. Wang Yi knew that they were following him, and these people also knew that Wang Yi knew they were following him, but this was a tacit understanding among them not to reveal it to each other, and Wang Yi had plenty of ways to avoid these people.

Staying in the apartment, Wang Yi opened his suitcase and began to count the things he brought with him to the United States. In addition to the necessary activity funds, he also brought some other things.

For example, the two magic weapons that he snatched from his good uncle Yuan Jingui, the coffin nails are temporarily bound to his identity as Wang Yi. Although they are rarely used, for the sake of safety, this thing should not appear here in the identity of John Wick. The falling treasure money is also not acceptable. It is too incongruous to see this thing in the hands of an alien with a white face, so it must be removed.

"By the way, what's the use of this thing of yours?"

After tidying up a bit, Wang Yi stared blankly at a scroll containing only a whirlpool among his few belongings.

This thing was the trophy he got when he destroyed the I-Kuan Taoism branch in the capital. The I-Kuan Taoism believers condensed their pure power of faith mixed with desires into this scroll, and then used the so-called divine fighting method to separate the power of faith in the scroll and bestow it on the chosen person, making him or her instantly extremely powerful and invulnerable to swords and guns. It can be considered an exclusive prop for pretending to be a god and fooling the world.

The reason why he put this thing away at that time was that he always felt that it was a waste of talent in the hands of those I-Kuan Taoism guys. Although the I-Kuan Taoism at that time had not yet developed into the cult it later became, it had still been run as a cult and was even forward-looking enough to come to the capital in advance to scout out locations and set up branches. This thing should not be as simple as it looks, but after so many years in his hands, Wang Yi had not developed any use for it except feeling that there might be a life living inside it.

This time I'm going abroad, I might as well take it with me since it's just lying around.

"Forget it, I still don't know how to greet you, you should just rest here first."

After muttering a few words, Wang Yi closed the suitcase again, put on the six pistols he had seized a week ago, changed into a suit, and pinched his face in front of the mirror to look like John Wick. A week was enough time to build up momentum for the identity of John Wick, and now it was time to reap the results.
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New York, sewer.

New York was built in 1664. By the 20th century, it had undergone many expansions and additions. It was basically finalized without any major changes, even in the 21st century. However, the situation of New York's sewers is different.

The intricate sewer system, which resembles an underground kingdom, became an excellent base for gangs entrenched in New York to brew and sell alcohol during the Prohibition era, and even to expand their business across the country.

New Yorkers living above the sewers rush around in the stock market all day long, constantly reinvesting the money they earn from the stock market in an effort to double it and become rich overnight. Then, with the introduction of friends, they take the money they earn from some hidden alleys, inconspicuous barber shops, through secret doors and manhole covers, and enter the underground bars opened by various gangs in the sewers to spend and indulge in debauchery.

At this time, the underground bars opened in New York's sewers were basically occupied by Italians, Irish, and some Soviets, but there were no Chinese.

Although this is a country where money is paramount, Chinese people are at the bottom of the contempt chain in this country. Even black people feel that they are superior to Chinese people. The market during the Prohibition era was huge, so huge that you could make money even if you entered the market the year before the Great Depression. It's just that Chinese people are not worthy of sharing the cake.

At this time, in the underground bar opened by the Italian gangsters that Wang Yi had visited a week ago, the underground bar was forced to temporarily suspend business today because the victims of the six Irish gangsters who were killed by Wang Yi with a pencil before came to the door.

A dozen Irish gangsters armed with guns and even Chicago typewriters rushed into the underground bar, took control of the situation, and then questioned Winston Wilson, the waiter who had a conversation with Wang Yi. They didn't care why their brothers were killed. They only knew that a foreigner named John Wick killed their people with a pencil in the underground bar opened by the Italian gangsters, and the Italian gangsters in charge of watching the scene did not show any expression or action, and let the other party leave. They could not tolerate such a thing.

Or they could use this incident to take over this underground bar opened by the Italian mafia.

"Kid, I'll ask you again, where is John Wick!"

Inside the bar, Winston Wilson, the waiter who chose to bet on Wang Yi's identity as John Wick, was pinned on a chair by the Irish gangsters who came to question him. His hands were forced onto the table, a dagger was stuck next to him, and a gun was pointed at his head.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. At that time, the waiter Winston ran away. Although no one knew what Winston said to Wang Yi, the Irish gang only had this clue, so naturally they had to start from here.

The Irish gang wants this underground bar, and they also want the life of Wang Yi, John Wick, otherwise they will become a laughing stock.

"I would love to tell you where Mr. Wick is, but unfortunately, I only know the purpose of Mr. Wick's visit to New York, not where he lives."

"His purpose?"

"Mr. Wick wants all of New York."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence in the underground bar, followed by bursts of laughter.

"Boy, are you dreaming? Who comes to New York and doesn't want the whole New York?"

"But no one can kill six people here with a pencil."

The Irish gang leader was about to cut off one of Winston's fingers as punishment after Winston said something shameful. But before he could make any move, his body stopped abruptly, and a pencil pierced into his head from the back and popped out of his forehead.

"Correction: seven."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yi had already jumped down from the second floor. Like a ghost, he approached the Irish gangsters who controlled this underground bar and pulled the trigger with both hands. With the blessing of his own powerful life cultivation, the pistol had no recoil at all in his hand.

Wang Yi accurately delivered every bullet to the chest and forehead of these Irish gangsters, two bullets to the chest and one to the head. Hua Tuo shook his head when he saw it.

The gunfire ended in less than a minute, and the underground bar was littered with corpses.

Winston once again became a VIP audience, watching Wang Yi's ghostly movements and clean and neat killing methods from a close distance, and had a rough guess about Wang Yi's identity in his mind.

"I said we'd see each other again, Winston."

Wang Yi looked at Winston who was sitting there calmly and felt that this young man had good psychological quality and was indeed suitable to be his spokesperson.

"I know, so does this count as my induction notice, Mr. Wick, Whiskey?"

"Yes, you pass, whiskey on the rocks."

Wang Yi picks up corpses every day and confiscates the guns from these Irish gangsters. He forgets about the money and leaves it to the guests and Italian gang members in the underground bar who are frightened by the bloody scenes.

Wang Yi took the wine handed over by Winston and looked at the killing scene he created without any feeling. He just sat there.

As for the guests who had come to their senses, the Italian gang members in charge of this underground bar did not dare to act rashly, especially after seeing Wang Yi's killing methods. From beginning to end, these Irish gang members were sent away by Wang Yi without firing a single shot. Who knows if he will become the next target of such a killer.

The phone rang. Winston took the phone and handed it to Wang Yi. Wang Yi picked up the phone without saying a word.

"Tommy, what's going on?"

"Tommy? It seems that they are right. You really killed six of us with a pencil, Mr. Wick. Mr. Wick, how about this matter?"

"John Wick, you are not an ordinary person, you are that kind of person. You are very ambitious, and we welcome people like you to join us."

Wang Yi listened to the words coming from the other end of the microphone, with no expression on his face, and just replied in a low voice: "You hurt my people."

After hanging up the phone, Wang looked at Winston and asked, "Do you know where the headquarters of the Irish mafia is?"

"But Mr. Wick, that's the Irish gang, there are people like you there..."

"Not anymore after tonight, go change."

"what clothes?"

"This is your last suit in your life. You will officially start work tonight. You have ten minutes to change. Winston Wilson, you are mine."

Wang Yi put his pistol in place, carrying a Chicago typewriter in his hand, and sat there waiting for Winston.

Winston reacted and understood that this was a test from Wang Yi to see if he dared to go with him to the base of the Irish gang.

Although Winston didn't understand why Wang Yi was so confident to say that there would no longer be any Irish gangs in New York after tonight, he knew that this was a big gamble. As long as he won, he would become a big figure in the New York underworld after tonight. He took the gamble!
Ten minutes later, Winston, neatly dressed, came out and followed Wang Yi.

Wang Yi also looked at the guests who had witnessed the killing and the conversation, the Italian gang members, bowed slightly, and said, "Everyone, have a good sleep tonight."

Holding a gun, Wang Yi left the sewer under the leadership of Winston. Outside a hidden alley, a black car stopped on the side of the road. It was Winston's car.

The car started, and Winston, taking the now disguised Wang Yi, headed towards the block where the Irish gang was entrenched in a corner of New York. The legend of the killer John Wick will also be spread in the city of New York.

(End of this chapter)