Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 184 Night Demon
New York, Brooklyn, Irish gang stronghold.

The Irish gangsters, who control a third of the New York underworld, were going about their daily activities, counting their weekly turnover.

Although this is not their main business, murder, arson, loan sharking, drug trafficking, and human trafficking are the main businesses, but brewing and selling alcohol was too profitable during the Prohibition era!

In this era, a few large sacks of corn only cost a little over one dollar, or at most three dollars. However, after a series of brewing methods such as distillation and fermentation, a barrel of brewed moonshine could be sold for more than fifty dollars, and there would be no shortage of buyers.

Compared with their previous business, selling alcohol would at most result in a fine and imprisonment, but it would be difficult to even get shot.

It only costs a few dollars and requires some labor, plus there is no need to worry about the so-called reputation issues. In a market where supply exceeds demand, it is almost a cost-free and highly profitable business. Which gang would miss this opportunity?

During the Prohibition era, organized gangs with their own industrial chains and connections were using sacks to carry money every day. As for the American police, two sacks of dollars were placed on the desk of the police chief. Who could tell which bag of dollars was noble and which bag of dollars was vulgar?

Moreover, with such huge profits, other black industries will be reduced accordingly. After all, everyone is out here to make money, and fighting and killing is not worth it.

But this week, there was some impact on the Irish mob in Brooklyn, because six family members were foolish enough to provoke a guy named John Wick and were killed with a pencil in an Italian underground bar.

For the Irish mafia, which dominates the New York underworld, this is indeed big news. Because in the current environment, there are fewer fights between gangs. Everyone is trying to make money and make more money. Occasionally there will be some conflicts, but they will be suppressed to the minimum. Six family members died at once, and they were killed by a pencil. For the Irish mafia, their reputation has indeed been affected.

Some peripheral members also knew that their boss had sent out his capable men tonight, and was prepared to take advantage of this opportunity to take over the underground bar opened by the Italians.

The base of the Irish mafia was a large auto repair shop. The members standing guard outside were staring at the lights on inside the shop in a daze.

At this time, Wang Yi had already arrived at the Irish gang's base in the car of Winston, his first partner who came to New York.

"That's the Irish territory ahead, Mr. Wick."

"In an hour, drive your car in and that's where you'll be working."

"Excuse me Mr. Wick, there are many people like you in New York, and there are also people like you in Ireland."

It was no secret that the Inhumans were in the underground world of New York. Even a large consortium like Behemoth could not claim to have monopolized the Inhumans in the United States, not to mention that the Behemoth consortium was not the only dominant force in the United States today. Although Winston had never seen an Inhuman, he knew about their deeds, and Winston knew very well that only an Inhuman could do the killing method that Wang Yi had used before.

Although Winston's intuition told him that he could get unimaginable returns by betting on the man named John Wick, his reason told him that he still had to persuade Wang Yi not to be so impulsive.

"Really, that would be great."

In response to Winston's advice, Wang Yi only took two pistols with him, threw the rest to Winston, opened the car door, and walked towards the Irish gang's stronghold.

Seeing this, Winston could only turn off the engine and wait quietly in the car for the result.

The three levels of Reverse Life were running in his body. Because he also cultivated the human magnetic field, his three levels of Reverse Life were not as conspicuous as the three levels of Reverse Life of the Sanyi Sect. But also because of the human magnetic field, the three levels of Reverse Life were rarely displayed in front of people. Unless someone familiar with Wang Yi was present, it would be difficult to tell that he was using the three levels of Reverse Life from the John Wick face that Wang Yi was disguising at this time.

For Wang Yi, even though he had developed three means of protecting himself from the Third Level of Reverse Life, the Third Level of Reverse Life itself was mostly an auxiliary function.

But as John Wick, this auxiliary-oriented triple will also shine in New York.

The magnetic field radar turned on quietly and gave Wang Yi feedback in a few seconds.

"Interesting, there are indeed Inhumans, and their skills are not low. But it's also true that everyone in this place has a gun. If the Inhumans had lower skills, they would have been beaten into a hornet's nest and used as a base. Inhumans in New York, I hope you can give me some surprises."

While talking to himself, Wang Yi leaned over, and inserted his five fingers like knives directly into the asphalt road under his feet. With a strong grab, he held a handful of gravel in his hand.

He hid in the darkness, and his eyes that could see in the dark were fixed on the lights outside the stronghold. He waved his hands, and the stones in his hands made sharp sounds in the air and hit the light bulbs accurately.

Screeching sounds mixed with the sound of breaking glass rang out one after another. In an instant, the entire area outside the Irish gang’s stronghold became dark. The sudden situation also made the gang members who were on guard outside feel alarmed.

For a moment, there was a lot of noise outside the stronghold. Those with quick minds quickly took out the flashlights they carried with them, and with the loaded guns in their hands, began to shout warnings to their accomplices.

"What happened!"

"I don't know, someone broke our light!"

They were communicating loudly in English with each other. The internal members who were settling the weekly turnover in the base also stopped what they were doing, took out their guns, and did not step out of the base.

Wang Yi hid in the darkness, watching the moving lights. His figure was like a ghost, always one step faster than the lights, standing in the blind spot of the gang members' vision until he was seven steps away from the nearest one.

The pitch-black darkness and oppressive atmosphere made the gang members' hearts jump to their throats, but they would never have imagined that the culprit who plunged the surroundings into darkness was now facing them in the darkness.

Wang Yi stood motionless in the dark until the first lucky person's flashlight shone on him.

“What the h...”

Before this lucky guy could utter the classic lines, Wang Yi's big hand had already pressed down on his face, and he disappeared into the darkness with a loud scream.

The sound of broken bones mixed with screams echoed in the darkness, and each sound struck the hearts of these gang members. They could only hope with the flashlights in their hands to find the source of the sound, the source of their fear.

"there!"

Along with the accomplices' warnings, dozens of lights were also shone towards the source of the wailing.

You can see a shadow emitting gas all over its body dancing in the wind under the light, like a demon.

The moment they saw the demonic shadow, the gang members completely collapsed, and they fired bullets at the direction of the light.

For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire. The bullets and the fire from the muzzles became the theme song at that moment, venting their fear for them. It was not until they heard the empty magazines in their guns that their shattered sanity slowly recovered.

Looking at the shooting area where there was no movement, several people bravely stepped forward with flashlights. When they got closer, they realized that all their bullets had hit empty space. The person lying there was an unlucky guy with deformed facial bones, broken limbs and bullet holes all over his body. This was the real cause of his death.

"Shit! It's Glenn!"

"what!"

Another short scream was heard, and another lucky person was taken into the darkness and became motionless.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth...
None of the Irish gang members who stayed outside the stronghold escaped. They were taken away by the night demon hiding in the darkness in a way they could not understand, leaving behind only a quick scream.

The Irish gang members inside the stronghold listened to the screams outside one after another until it became completely quiet.

The hands holding the guns were shaking, but no one dared to step outside to check the situation. They just numbly pointed a dozen Thompson submachine guns at the gate, ready to pull the trigger at any time to turn the monsters that rushed in into a hornet's nest.

This highly concentrated and tense atmosphere forced them to shout loudly to give themselves courage.

"Where are you!"

Suddenly, a voice came from above their heads.

“Here”

Looking up at the sound, I saw Wang Yi had quietly reached above their heads. When they pointed their guns at him, he jumped down towards the muzzles of the gun.

The open suit and Wang Yi jumping down looked like a giant bat falling from the sky.

The sound of gunfire and screams is the theme song of the Irish gang’s stronghold tonight, and the gang leader in the general manager’s office of the repair shop is already sweating profusely.

He listened to the gunshots and screams outside the door which gradually subsided, his heart pounding like a drum. With his mind highly concentrated, the only sound he could hear was the approaching footsteps. The gun in his hand became his only support.

But he still had hope, because he knew that this was a way for the other party to intimidate him, because the other party was an alien, and it was not uncommon for aliens to have such methods. He also had some around him, and he had already sent them out. I just don't know why for so long, except for the gunshots and screams, there was no other sound. 'Bang! '

The wooden door shattered in an instant, and a figure broke through the door and came close to him, brushing against the wooden board.

When the Irish gang leader saw the figure's face clearly, he was so scared that he screamed.

Because that was the alien he sent out, but at this time there was not a single piece of good flesh on this alien's body and he had already lost consciousness. Outside the door, Wang Yi, disguised as John Wick, was walking in slowly.

“Ahhhh!! Die!”

The gun in his hand spewed out flames, and bullets one after another hit the man in front of him who did not dodge, but no blood was seen splattering on Wang Yi.

He could only see that as Wang Yi moved, one bullet after another, deformed by the impact, fell from him. Wang Yi still had that emotionless face of a killer, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion as he walked towards him.

"boom!"

The last bullet was fired and hit Wang Yi's forehead accurately. The powerful kinetic energy also made him lean back.

Before the Irish gang leader could even crack a smile on his face, he saw a horrifying scene.

The bullet embedded in Wang Yi's forehead was slowly squeezed out by some force and fell onto his desk with a crisp sound.

The blood hole on Wang Yi's forehead was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, he realized what kind of monster he had provoked, but it was too late.

Raising his hand, Wang Yi grabbed the Irish gang leader by the neck and lifted him up from his seat.

His feet were off the ground, and the suffocating feeling that came over him made it almost impossible for him to think or resist. He could only stare at the man in front of him and shout with his last bit of strength.

"Who the hell are you!"

"I'm John Wick!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw the Irish gang leader out of the window.

Everything came to an abrupt stop with a scream and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The lights in the repair shop were still on, but the Irish gang that had been entrenched in Brooklyn disappeared overnight.

Wang Yi sat in the boss chair of the Irish gang leader, looking at the only survivor, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall. Only fifteen minutes had passed. The efficiency was faster than he had imagined.

"In terms of self-repair, the effect of the Triple Reincarnation is better than the Golden Light of Longhu Mountain, but it is a little worse in terms of defense. But is it my illusion? I always feel that the re-condensed Reincarnation after being torn apart by bullets is more resilient than before. And you, it's really a bit strange."

Wang Yi felt the feedback from the three levels of Reverse Life against the enemy just now. It was not that he was not shot in the horror killing just now, but most of the bullets could only stay on the surface of the skin, and then were squeezed out by the three levels of Reverse Life through self-repair. As the three levels of Reverse Life continued to repair and reshape in the hail of bullets, Wang Yi could instinctively feel that his stagnant second level of the three levels of Reverse Life had loosened a little.

But he didn't know whether he could move on to the triple level because of this. Apart from this, there was only one survivor left in this office, an alien who served the Irish mafia.

The reason why he was spared was because Wang Yi needed a team for his current identity as John Wick, and secondly, this alien was also a congenital alien, which aroused his interest.

Because he found that he had met quite a few innate people since he came to the United States, including Behemoth's Chamberlain and his team, the Western boy-destined priest he met in the Republic of China before, and this one in front of him.

This rising interest also made Wang Yi choose to spare his life. Who knows, he might be able to find out some secrets of the alien world through this innate alien.
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Time passed by minute by minute. Winston, who had been staying in the car, looked at his watch, and then looked through the car window at the Irish gang stronghold which had long been silent. Finally, he took a deep breath, started the car and slowly drove towards the Irish gang stronghold.

Then he saw that the place where the headlights were shining was littered with corpses. One after another, the Irish gang members were either riddled with bullet holes or lying on the ground without breathing with broken bones and tendons. Blood was all over the ground. Even Winston, who was driving, felt that the tires were a little sticky.

It was not until Winston arrived at the manager's office that he saw Wang Yi had already poured a glass of whiskey and was waiting for him on the table.

"You are very punctual, Winston."

"Just as you told me, Mr. Wick, what do you need me to do."

"I need you to make a few phone calls and tell the underworld that starting tonight, there will be no more Irish gangs in New York, but I have the final say over Irish business. I need a group of new people to help run the business. The money is down there, and the phone is here. Can you do it?"

Pointing to the phone book taken out from the drawer, Wang Yi also stated his request there.

He had taken out the Irish mafia's headquarters, but the territory and small bosses were still there. He had to tell these small bosses who depended on the Irish mafia for their livelihood that their boss had been replaced.

"It'll take a while, Mr. Wick."

"No hurry, we have plenty of time now."

Winston took a deep breath. He knew that this was a test given to him by Wang Yi. Whether he could transform from a waiter in an underground bar of an Italian gang into an agent of John Wick depended on tonight.

Wang Yi has already laid the basic foundation for him. As for the manpower and the operation, that is not a problem, at least not tonight.

As the saying goes, snakes have their ways and rats have their paths.

Gangster waiters like Winston are the most savvy and have their own circles and connections.

After searching the drawer, he soon found the news. At this time, Winston looked at Wang Yi who was looking at the night view of New York, and spoke.

"Mr. Wick, they asked you what we should be called from now on."

"Continental Hotel."

"Yes, Mr. Wick."

As Winston conveyed Wang Yi's words over the phone, soon, cars appeared one after another at the Irish gang's base, but they were so frightened by the scene before them that they dared not speak loudly.

They knew about aliens, but in the United States where everyone has a gun, their awe of aliens was not as deep as that in the Republic of China. After all, aliens can also bleed and die.

But when they saw nearly a hundred fully armed guys with live ammunition in the base camp lying on the ground with corpses in extremely horrible ways of death, they realized that not all aliens can be killed by guns, there are always exceptions.

And now their new boss is an exception.

For an alien who can destroy the main base camp without any effort, killing these small leaders is really not a problem, except that it will take some time.

They were very aware of the situation and came to the office immediately to show their loyalty to John Wick.

Wang Yi doesn't need their loyalty, he just needs them to face the reality.

"Let me introduce you, this is Winston Wilson. From this moment on, he will represent me."

"Understood, Mr. Wick."

Soon, news spread like wildfire in New York's underground world.

A ruthless man named John Wick wiped out the Irish mafia entrenched in Brooklyn overnight, took over their business, and renamed it the Continental Hotel.

The source of all this was that several family members of the Irish gang shot John Wick, stole his suitcase, and he killed six people with a pencil.

For a time, the identity of John Wick was also connected with the pencil and the night. He became the idol of a bunch of young people in the underground world who wanted to make a name for themselves. They began to sign up enthusiastically and wanted to join this emerging force renamed as the Continental Hotel.

From that night on, Wang Yi and John Wick were two different people.

(End of this chapter)