Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 217 Counterattack
"How is Mr. Tesla?"

In the hospital under the Behemoth Group, Wang Yi looked through the window at Tesla lying in the intensive care unit, and asked Qian Boer beside him.

"He's just out of danger, but I don't know when he'll wake up."

Qianbol's face looked grim. As one of the board members of the Behemoth Group, their family was naturally taken care of by the Ant Nest, a veteran alien organization.

Fortunately, his family was in the arms business, so they had a strong sense of safety precautions, so he barely escaped. At this time, the hospital belonging to the Behemoth Group was overcrowded with employees who were injured in the revenge attack by the alien organization Ant Nest last night.

Only then did Qian Bol realize how big the gap was between their Behemoth Group, a new Inhuman force, and Ant Nest, a long-established Inhuman organization. The Ant Nest had suffered two losses quietly before.

When they took action, the Behemoth Group was severely injured in one wave, and even two members of the board of directors became wealthy.

"Didn't you find a suitable person to use the bone arrows you obtained last year?"

"Thirty people, all died last night."

"They were all carefully selected and had passed the test in terms of both sex and life, but they were all killed by a woman last night."

Seeing Wang Yi's gaze, Qian Bol quickly explained that their group of transformed aliens were not fakes, but they could not resist the other side who had masters.

"I encountered two on the way back. Mr. Tesla was attacked in the Wardenclyffe Tower. It didn't take two people to deal with him, so there was one, one on your side, and I'm not sure about Broadway... Ha, it turns out that we can't underestimate heroes in the world."

In fact, Wang Yi did not tell the whole story. Through the shared memories of the god John Wick, Wang Yi knew that the local earthquake that caused the collapse of a corner of the Broadway Center for the Performing Arts was also caused by one person.

In other words, overnight, this old American mutant organization, Ant Nest, only dispatched five mutant masters plus some forces from the secular circle, and beat the Behemoth Group badly.

And this ant nest has the ability to destroy the leadership of the Behemoth Foundation at any time, but it chose to remain inactive in the face of the two previous provocations of the Behemoth Foundation?

Don't say that you are a magnanimous person. In the original story, the old alien organization Ant Nest only exists in the description of the son of a board member of the Behemoth Foundation.

But that guy himself said that the Behemoth Group was able to become the only Inhuman organization in the United States in the modern chapter, all thanks to the gold coins dropped by the old Inhuman organization, Ant Nest.

How could such a ruthless person tolerate the Behemoth Corporation, a group that has nothing but money, provoking him like this? Unless there is something more important than getting back at the Behemoth Corporation.

And there is a most crucial question that Wang Yi has not figured out, which is why they are looking for trouble with Tesla.

He's old enough, his status is there, and he doesn't know much about the world of aliens. Is it worth it to make things difficult for him?

And there's more than just attacking Tesla directly. Wouldn't it be better to destroy the Wardenclyffe Tower, his masterpiece?
Thinking of this, Wang Yi seemed to have grasped something key, and left in a hurry, leaving only a message to Qian Bol: "If you want to take action, you can contact me at any time."

Qian Boer hesitated to speak. To take action? How could he not know what the board of directors was like?

But watching Wang Yi's receding back, Qian Bol suddenly felt that there might be a chance for this matter to turn around. After thinking about it, he ordered someone to take good care of Tesla in the intensive care unit, and then drove to the Behemoth Foundation building.

Wardenclyffe Tower in East Egg, Long Island, New York.

Tesla suffered heavy losses due to the ant nest attack last night. Construction of the Wardenclyffe Tower was halted this morning and the company was placed under martial law and quarantine.

But this couldn't stop Wang Yi. He appeared from the thin air and looked at the central control room which had completely stopped working. Wang Yi frowned.

It was cleaned up so cleanly that there was nothing left except the equipment.

And because of the interference of the Behemoth Foundation, the New York Police Department did not intervene. They were all busy looking for part-time jobs. As long as they didn't get involved in this matter, both sides would get money.

"Why would they attack you, Professor..."

Wang Yi was talking to himself, and at this moment, a voice was echoing in the control room.

'I know. ’

The moment the voice sounded, Wang Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure passing by in front of him.

And when Wang Yi rushed to the door at high speed, the figure appeared at the corner again, as if guiding Wang Yi.

"No way···"

Wang Yi thought of his previous conversation with Tesla, muttered something, and quickly followed him, out of the central control room, climbed along the iron frame, and came to the top of the Wardenclyffe Tower which had not yet been completed.

The figure that guided Wang Yi was also waiting for him there.

This was a shapeless black shadow, which gave Wang Yi the feeling that it was a bit like the evil energy after a person died, but it also had a sense of majestic divine power. Electric sparks were wandering on this black shadow.

After seeing Wang Yi following him, he didn't say much. There was a surge of electric current, and Wang Yi felt a change in the surrounding magnetic field.

Then, the scene of Tesla being attacked last night was replayed in front of Wang Yi, and even the sound was recorded.

With the help of this machine soul that was suspected to be the Wardenclyffe Tower, Wang Yi finally learned the whole story of the attack on Tesla last night.

The one who attacked Tesla was a Japanese-American who was about the same age as himself. Judging from his current performance, his ability was similar to that of escape magic, but it was impossible to tell whether it was acquired through practice or was a natural ability.

What made Wang Yi certain that this Asian man was of Japanese American descent was his hypocritical bow after completing the task.

A standard 90-degree bow. It's hard to think of anyone else doing this except the Japanese Wang Yi.

However, the other party was a ruthless person who didn't say a word. After the job was done, he didn't even leave any harsh words behind. He just tore open the space and fled away, taking away the design drawings of the Wardenclyffe Tower.

But he didn't even look at Tesla's scattered wireless power transmission calculation manuscripts. Instead, they were collected and taken away by the Behemoth Group members who arrived later.

At this point, Wang Yi also understood that the Wardenclyffe Tower rebuilt by Tesla with the help of Behemoth Foundation seemed to be of great use to the Ant Nest Inhuman Organization, but they would rather kill Tesla than kidnap him, which really puzzled Wang Yi. However, this also revealed a piece of news to Wang Yi, that in addition to wireless power transmission, the Wardenclyffe Tower seemed to have other functions that he didn't know about. However, apart from Tesla who was now in a coma, only the Inhuman Organization Ant Nest, which caused this series of accidents, could tell him about this function.

With the doubts half solved, Wang Yi also looked at the group of black shadows in front of him. According to what he had joked with Tesla before, the black shadow in front of him was the machine soul created by Tesla, the big boss, through technology combined with the alien refining system.

Obviously, this one is not intelligent enough compared to John Wick, the god who was born by coincidence.

The person in front of him is more like an ignorant child, and it is difficult to communicate effectively with Wang Yi.

Even the information just conveyed to him was inconsistent with what was shown. It only restored the entire process of Tesla being attacked and let him know what the other party looked like.

But New York is so big, where can I find it?

"Take good care of the house. Your father will be home soon."

Wang Yi didn’t know how to communicate with this machine soul, so he could only say a few words of comfort, then turned into a stream of golden light and flew towards New York City.

Only the Machine Soul was left standing alone on the high tower, watching Wang Yi's golden light disappear into the sky.

Coincidentally, when Wang Yi's investigation was obstructed, in a restaurant in Chinatown in Manhattan, New York, a group of Chinese who had taken root in New York and had managed to make a name for themselves were also wrapped in bandages with frowns on their faces.

Master Mei, who had met Wang Yi last night, was also among them. He sipped tea and looked at the Chinese bosses who had funded and invited him and his troupe to perform in the United States. He also noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

Speaking of bad luck, the Chinese were the most unlucky ones because of the unexpected disaster on Broadway last night.

Originally, everyone contributed money together to support me and make things more lively.

Unexpectedly, they ran into the alien forces in the United States who were secretly playing games, and they were just innocent bystanders.

One night was enough time for Master Mei to send his disciples to find out the general situation, but at this time, looking at the group of Chinese bosses, everyone had similar emotions on their faces.

Master Mei felt as if these Chinese bosses all knew the cause of the man-made earthquake last night.

Moreover, he also noticed that the two guards guarding the door were also extraordinary people, and they were masters.

Although Master Mei is not an extraordinary person, as a master of the opera world, he still has a good eye.

"Oh no, I was really set up!"

After realizing that he had been tricked, Master Mei took a sip of tea without changing his expression, greeted these financiers, and prepared to get up and say goodbye and leave this place of trouble.

But there was no way he could hide his little trick from these Chinese financiers who had made their fortunes in the American environment. While everyone was exchanging pleasantries, a voice suddenly rang out in the room.

The air was torn apart, and the Japanese-American that Wang Yi saw through the recorded playback of the Wardenclyffe Tower Machine Soul appeared here again. These Chinese bosses who tried their best to keep Master Mei also seemed to know that this Japanese-American would come, and they were not at all panicked.

"Oh? Is this your answer to our ant nest? You seem to have forgotten who sent your parents from California to New York, you Chinese yellow pigs!"

In Brooklyn, Wang Yi had just returned to his residence and had not even stood still when the phone rang in his bedroom.

"I am Wang Yi."

"Mr. Wang Yi, something happened to my boss!"
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The perspective returns to the lobby of the Cantonese restaurant in Chinatown. A Japanese-American mutant affiliated with the old American mutant organization Ant Nest is strangling Master Mei's neck, while the Chinese financiers on the side are huddled together like quails, not daring to look up.

This also made Master Mei glare at these so-called compatriots, but this look made the Japanese-American in front of him admire him very much.

"Yes, you are braver than them. It's a pity that you shouldn't be here. You have become their scapegoat. Why don't you go to the underworld and complain to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?!"

Before he could finish his words, a beam of golden light shattered the closed door of the restaurant. Before this Japanese-American alien could react, a sharp pain came from his right hand.

He saw his right hand broken at the elbow in a flash. Before he could use his ability to escape, he found that the Qi of heaven and earth around him began to become chaotic and unstable, making it impossible for him to tear open space and escape.

At this time, the golden light also revealed a figure, with five fingers forming claws and attacking towards his neck.

At this critical moment of his life and death, this strange man sacrificed his life, and his body trembled rapidly, like a cicada shedding its shell.

A lifelike fake body appeared at the spot, and he himself collapsed to the ground exhausted.

This reaction was completed almost at the same time as Wang Yi stretched out his hand from the golden escape light. When Wang Yi's big hand covered with magnetic field and true Qi touched the fake body that was used as an interceptor, he did not encounter any expected obstacles.

But at the moment the two collided, the fake body created by this Japanese-American alien exploded and turned into infinite light that filled the entire restaurant.

With the help of the only gap created by his fake body, this Japanese-American alien stretched out one hand, grabbed the air, and with a few pulls, he escaped with the help of his own abilities.

The bright light filled the entire restaurant for less than a few seconds. After the light faded, there was no damage to the restaurant. Only the group of Chinese owners covered their eyes and burst into tears.

Master Mei, who did react, forced himself to stand up with double vision, only to find that in addition to the alien who almost took his life, Wang Yi who came to the rescue also disappeared from the restaurant.

A few miles away from Chinatown, in a corner of Wall Street that had been blocked off due to martial law due to the Great Depression, the Japanese-American who escaped from Wang Yi staggered out from the end of the alley, covering his severed arm, his face pale and a smug smile of having survived a disaster on his face.

But before the smile on his face could freeze, three slashing blows immediately cut off his remaining hands and two feet, turning him into a human stick and falling to the ground.

Before he could scream out due to the severe pain, a strong force sealed his mouth, making him unable to shout out.

Wang Yi stood in front of him, watching this guy rolling and twisting on the ground like a maggot because of the excruciating pain of having his limbs cut off.

(End of this chapter)