Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 216: Alien Organization: Ant Nest Attack
'The deadline is approaching, there is no way to save the situation!'

The eight big words that came into his sight made Wang Yizhi silent, but he remained calm and just flipped through the letter, looking at the contents described on it.

Following Mr. Li's instructions, after dealing with the Huanggutun Incident, he left the Republic of China at the end of 28 and came to the United States. After that, he sent a unilateral telegram to his family to report that he was safe, and basically did not take the initiative to learn about what was happening in the Republic of China during this period.

My family also knew the reason and had not sent a special telegram to mention the family affairs until this time.

There was not much content in the letter. It just talked about the changes outside the Great Wall after the young marshal took over after he dealt with the Huanggutun Incident.

Needless to say, changing the flag and changing the banner was an obvious thing, but what Wang Yi did not expect was that the "Sino-Soviet Union Incident" would start and end with much ado about nothing, without causing any ripples at all.

After this incident, the Fengtian Army retreated across the board, completely abandoned the territory within the Great Wall, and stationed troops only in the three provinces outside the Great Wall. Apart from maintaining contact with the Sitong Freight Company in the capital, it did not care about anything else.

Faced with the Nationalist Government, which nominally had its capital in Yingtian, they also only followed orders and not announcements.

After seeing this, Wang Yi felt a little better. It seemed that the backup plan he had kept back then was still somewhat useful.

Then came the Yang Chang incident. The staff officer Yang who served the old marshal still failed to grasp his own position.

It's been less than a year since I started to be content with my lot, but I'm already unable to tell the difference between the big and small kings.

Yes, in the final analysis, the old coach is indeed "dead". They say that even after the death of a tiger, its power remains, but it will eventually run out.

Therefore, this Staff Officer Yang was captured in the Tiger Hall of the Marshal's Mansion. He was used as a chicken to scare the monkeys and intimidate Old Chang. With the support and cooperation of the Assistant Marshal, he was able to completely intimidate the old guys of the Fengtian Army. This was also a good way of dealing with the matter.

However, despite all his calculations, Wang Yi still did not anticipate the eight words "the deadline is approaching, there is no way to save the situation". In Wang Yi's estimation, the backup plan he had left at the time should at least last for three to four years. He did not expect that it would not last until just one month before two years.

At the end, the last paragraph of the letter was: Damn it! I don’t care! Whether he lives or dies depends on his own fate. Just leave room for my Zhang family to return to their roots. This is my last words!
'Damn it, supernatural powers are no match for fate. This living old man can't do it, this dead old man can't do it, and this half-dead old man can't do it either. You're such a bad son, but even in this situation you still make your father worry.

But it is not up to me to decide whether to return to one's roots. It depends on the folks outside the pass. As long as your son dares to fight back against the orders of the government, even if he loses and is driven into the pass, the folks outside the pass will see it. But if he dares to preserve his manpower and retreat at any time, he will die in Honolulu in this life, and I will not let his ashes come back! '

After putting away the letter and calming down his emotions, Wang Yi looked at the Peking Opera master in front of him who was turning his back to him to avoid suspicion. He put away the letter, coughed dryly, and waited for the master to turn around.

"Thank you for the letter, Master. May I ask how long you will stay in the United States this time?"

"It's just a small favor. As for how long I'll stay, I'll stay in New York for a few days and then go to San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, and Honolulu. I plan to return home in July."

"That's it..."

Wang Yi also handed over a business card with his address and phone number.

"Master, if you encounter any difficulties during your stay in New York, please call me. I dare not say anything else, but if anyone dares to embarrass you, I still know how to reason with them."

"Then I'd be remiss to refuse. But Mr. Wang, why don't you go meet our compatriots in New York? Young talents like you, our compatriots in New York are also happy to be friends with you."

"Let's talk about it later when we have a chance. Thank you for your kindness, Master. I'm leaving now."

"Mr. Wang, please do as you please."

Wang Yi came and left in a hurry, and did not have much interaction with this master artist.'

After Wang Yi left, the disciples who had been sent away by Master Mei gathered together, looking in the direction Wang Yi left, and asking Master Mei questions.

"Boss, is this person Wang Yi? The famous Wang Yi in the circle? I was wondering why I haven't heard from him in the past two years. It turns out he went to the United States. Tsk."

"Why do you care why he came to the United States? Just do your best. You have nothing to do, right?"

The little episode passed by quickly, and when Wang Yi left the backstage, he also glanced towards the box.

Director Taylor of the Behemoth Group was having a pleasant conversation with his incarnation, the god John Wick, even though he knew that John Wick had not agreed to merge with the Behemoth Group.

But a white face naturally has an affinity buff, which makes Director Taylor want to be friends with this powerful white alien rather than an opponent.

Or in his opinion, even if they couldn't be friends in the end and the Behemoth Group was attacked by the Continental Group, it didn't matter. After all, the meat would be rotten in their own pot. It was just that the person in charge would change from himself to this person, but their power would not be lost too much. It was a sure-win deal anyway.

Sometimes Wang Yi had to admire the calculations of these old foxes. They took ten steps ahead and even included themselves as chess pieces.

He shook his head and stopped caring about it. God John Wick would handle it himself, and he would just watch the recorded replay when the time comes.

Now he had to go back and think about his next return to China. It was already the middle of 30 years, and next September would be the beginning of the local war of resistance. He didn't have much time left. He had to complete the next step of the human body's magnetic field before then, and also arrange a suitable ending for himself.

He had already separated out the identity of John Wick, and just now when he went backstage he was able to sense that although this Peking Opera master was not a practitioner, his team had several experts in performing divine acts.

Since they cannot detect their connection with the god John Wick, it seems that the priests and aliens who believe in God in the United States are similar.

Then all that was left was a big battle to establish the status of his alter ego, the god John Wick, in the American Inhuman world.

Status is never gained by spending money, it is gained by fighting!
"Okay Behemoth, it's time to shift our cooperation..."

Wang Yi left alone and returned to his residence. He also learned from the information that the god John Wick unilaterally shared with him in full disclosure that Director Taylor of the Behemoth Group treated him differently from John Wick.

This is good. The more this is the case, the more assured he is about the safety and concealment of the god John Wick.

But sometimes, it is just like the old saying goes, "Supernatural powers are not as good as destiny."

No matter how much Wang Yi thought, it was not as much as what God had arranged.

On Wang Yi's side, he appeared on Broadway at the same time as the god John Wick, dispelling the doubts of Taylor, the director of the Behemoth Group. He also received a letter from home and learned about the events outside the Great Wall.

At the same time, in East Egg, Long Island, New York, in the central control room of the Wardenclyffe Tower, which was rebuilt with investment from the Behemoth Consortium, Tesla, who was already 72 years old, was working at his desk.

In front of him were manuscripts filled with calculations, and the number was still increasing. These manuscripts were all Tesla's calculations on wireless power transmission, which involved too many things. Even the Wardenclyffe Tower, which was about to be completed, was just a prototype, a prototype made by himself with the help of the alien's refining system, and it was not that scientific.

This wouldn't do. What he wanted to leave to future generations must be a mature wireless power transmission system that could be mass-produced and replicated, rather than just a random idea like himself.

To achieve this goal, he could accept that the Behemoth Group was secretly delaying the progress to target him, because he himself also needed to verify it again and again.

The towering Wardenclyffe Tower stood there like a giant, looking down through the concrete at the old man working at his desk, his father.

An invisible Qi gathered inside the Wardenclyffe Tower and flowed towards Tesla who was working in the central control room.

Under the influence of this true Qi, Tesla also became energetic and no longer as tired as before.

However, it was difficult for Tesla to understand the reason for this sudden mental state. He was not an alien at all, and even the so-called machine soul that he discussed with Wang Yi before was just a feeling of his own. He couldn't even guarantee whether this machine soul existed or not.

Just as Tesla continued to work at his desk, suddenly, the instrument in the control room made a sharp sound, interrupting Tesla's thoughts.

Before Tesla could figure out the situation, he saw a hand reaching out from behind him, tearing the space in front of him like a strip of cloth, and a figure walked out.

"You? You are..."

Tesla did not recognize the man who came out of space, but the other party did not intend to introduce himself to him.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and stabbed Tesla's heart directly, and Tesla lost consciousness.

At the moment Tesla was attacked, the entire Wardenclyffe Tower began to operate on its own, with electric currents flowing through the control room and striking the attacker.

"Humph!"

Faced with this kind of attack, the opponent did not show any arrogance. He stretched out his hands, grabbed and pulled the air in front of him, and the whole person disappeared without a trace just like before.

As the attacker left so calmly, a weak electric current also flowed through Tesla's body as he fell unconscious.

Every time it moves, Tesla's body bounces up, as if it is performing heart defibrillation.

At the same time that Tesla was suddenly attacked, Wang Yi, who was rushing to his residence, was also attacked.

On both sides of the road, a ball of black fog and a ball of purple hexagram-shaped true qi attacked Wang Yi from both sides.

Wang Yi did not panic in the face of this sudden attack. He opened up an invisible force field that covered an area three meters around him.

The first thing to come into contact with the invisible force field was the black fog, but this black fog did not collide with Wang Yi's invisible force field as expected. Instead, a ball of the most primitive Qi passed by, just like a real fog.

But just as the mist passed over him, Wang Yi also realized that there was something wrong with his five senses.

Everything in front of me was shrouded in black fog, and there was no sound from the outside world.

The purple hexagram at the other end also came into contact with his invisible force field. At the moment of contact, Wang Yi only felt that the invisible force field he used to defend against various sneak attacks was materialized.

Then, the black fog that blocked his five senses dissipated, and the sound of the firing pin hitting the primer was particularly harsh in this sudden panic.

In the darkness, a burst of rapid gunfire rang out from all directions of Wang Yi. Flames spewed from the muzzles of guns, and bullets were poured towards Wang Yi who walked into the ambush circle as if they were free.

The gunfire lasted for about five minutes before it stopped, but after the gunfire stopped, more than a dozen grenades were thrown out in the darkness and landed at Wang Yi's position.

Accompanied by the almost deafening explosions, the corner of the street where Wang Yi was located also became a dead zone.

The bodies of New Yorkers who were caught in the act were scattered all around, and the attackers didn't even bother to perform an autopsy.

The attacker who attacked Tesla at Wardenclyffe Tower before appeared here again by tearing open space, repeating his actions when he left Wardenclyffe Tower before, and disappeared without a trace with his accomplices.

Before disappearing, he left behind only one sentence, which was spoken in Chinese.

"Mr. Wang Yi, Ant Nest sends you greetings."

The efficiency and swiftness of the action were so high that Wang Yi, who walked out of the smoke and dust unharmed, didn't have time to make a move and could only watch the other party leave.

Because at this moment, in Wang Yi's invisible force field that had expanded to a range of three meters, bullets were stuck on it, along with fragments of grenade explosions.

The bullets and grenade fragments were like hitting a thick wall, and when the force was exhausted, the thick wall collapsed.

At the same time, a local earthquake occurred at the Broadway Center, killing and injuring countless people. This local earthquake only affected the Broadway Center for the Performing Arts.

Taylor, the chairman of the Behemoth Corporation, the alien Chambler, and the god John Wick were unharmed.

But compared to the calmness of the god John Wick, Chairman Taylor and Chamberlain looked at the collapsed corner of Broadway, and both of them showed panic expressions on their faces as if they had survived a disaster.

And on this night, besides Wang Yi, Wardenclyffe Tower, and Broadway Performance Center.

All the industries of the Behemoth Group in New York have been attacked by unknown forces to varying degrees, and even several members of the Behemoth Group's board of directors have been assassinated.

Two directors, along with their family members, were killed in their sleep in the attack, with no one left alive.

This was the revenge from Ant's Nest, America's number one mutant organization. The revenge came quickly and was so carefully planned that it caught the Behemoth Foundation off guard.

The power displayed also made Wang Yi re-examine this alien organization that was swallowed up by the Behemoth Foundation in the tide of changes in the 20th century.

(End of this chapter)