Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 235 It’s Seven O’clock
The owl-like laughter of Warlock Wuxiang and his conversation with the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest echoed in the Wardenclyffe Tower.

Mr. Tesla, who had been watching the weather conditions in the control room, was confused. He was a scientist, but he also believed in metaphysics.

At this moment, he began to doubt his life.

No, buddy, I'm old, and I've only built this thing twice, once when I was in my forties, and it didn't work, so I tore it down.

I am already over seventy years old this time, and I finally built it up by making money, and you are giving me another obstacle? What's the matter? I am a creature that brings chaos, right? I deserve to die in this world, why do I always have hardships waiting for me!

"Professor, it's okay. They're coming for me."

"Is there any difference between coming for you and coming for me?!"

"That's possible, but don't worry, you said before that this time it will succeed, because you are the great scientist Nikola Tesla, and I am the strongest new alien king. You can press the switch whenever you need to, don't worry about me."

"But···"

Tesla was about to say something else, but Wang Yi had already disconnected the brain wave radio communication, and with the cultivation level he still had at this time, he was able to focus the sound into a line.

"Old man, the feeling of bad luck is really unpleasant. You have been through a lot for me for a year and a half. How are you doing? Have you recovered your skills? I haven't seen you for such a long time, but you don't show up in front of me? Let me see if you look more like a human or a ghost now."

The sorcerer Wuxiang, who had endured a year and a half of hardship and bad luck, was shocked when he heard that Wang Yi was able to use his skills to form sounds into lines to respond to him even under the backlash of his luck.

A year and a half of torture had made Wuxiang, the sorcerer who had maintained a calm and composed demeanor in his previous two battles with Wang Yi, lose his self-control.

At this moment, his face looked ugly, jumping up and down like a clown.

"How is this possible! On what basis can he remain so calm despite the backlash of his fortune? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

If Wang Yi could see the sorcerer Wuxiang's appearance at this moment, he would probably laugh out loud and his spell would fail on the spot.

Because the current sorcerer Wuxiang is just a skinny, unrecognizable old man, and children's clothes look too loose on him.

He lost weight from over 100 kilograms to almost 60 kilograms, one of his eyes disappeared, and there was a surgical wound on his abdomen, about 10 centimeters long, which looked like an ugly centipede tattoo on his skinny belly.

Three of the five fingers on my left hand are missing. They are not the kind that were cut off or broken by external force. It is more like a symptom of muscle atrophy and disappearance, as if they had never existed.

There was not a single hair left, and the body was covered with sores.

You can't find a single piece of good meat on his body.

From a distance, the sorcerer Wuxiang standing there jumping up and down looked like someone's confiscated clothes that had turned into a spirit.

“No form.”

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief, I lost my composure."

Beside the Warlock Wuxiang, the mysterious commander of the ant nest, who had been hiding in the dark but whose tall and burly body could be seen, shouted softly, which allowed the Warlock Wuxiang to barely remain calm.

However, the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest could also understand Wuxiang's feelings. In the past year and a half, the Ant Nest had been shrinking overall and was affected by Wuxiang's bad luck, and had lost a lot of manpower in various accidents.

The commander-in-chief of the ant nest himself witnessed with his own eyes an unlucky guy fall and drown in a ankle-deep ditch on the side of the road.

Only then did the chief commander of the ant nest realize that when your luck is low to a certain level, you will be unable to guard against being killed.

The unfortunate people affected were all in such a state, so one can imagine what kind of suffering the Warlock Wuxiang had endured in the past year and a half. He and his other trusted subordinates with relatively high cultivation levels had to take turns to keep an eye on the Warlock Wuxiang 24 hours a day, and the medical team was extremely large, and they were able to barely save the Warlock Wuxiang's life.

He has to protect it, otherwise the sorcerer Wuxiang will die of bad luck, and Wang Yi will do nothing and swallow up all the luck of the ant nest. Then the ant nest will have to bear the cause and effect of the original luck backfiring on Wang Yi.

Inside the Wardenclyffe Tower, Wang Yi also heard Wuxiang's words just now. Was he the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest who had never appeared before?

That's right. I have fought with the Warlock Wuxiang three times. Combined with the memories I peeked into before, this guy is an ambitious person.

How could a guy like this, who has cultivated himself to the level of a master by relying on the fortune of the United States, be willing to be inferior to others, unless the other party is even stronger than him after cultivating the fortune of the United States, and is truly stronger.

Although the United States was founded late and lacks solid foundation, it has natural geographical advantages and land resources. There are always some destined children who come into being. This ant nest commander who has never appeared and has no record in history may be such an existence.

"That's good. All the demons and monsters will come out. This way it will be easier to clean up. Son, don't say that your father didn't help you..."

Wang Yi muttered to himself and teased John Wick, the god's incarnation who had also appeared outside the Wardenclyffe Tower under the influence of the national destiny.

He could only talk big and take advantage of the god John Wick, because as the backlash of the American loan shark's national fortune deepened, the connection between him and the god's incarnation John Wick began to become intermittent.

The two are now in a relationship of kite man and kite, and the backlash of American loan sharking is like a violent storm, trying its best to cut the kite string between the two.

For the god John Wick, it was the destiny of the United States that pushed him here. His instinct as a god was influencing him, telling him that a great opportunity was waiting for him here.

I just don’t know whether this opportunity came from Wang Yi or from the blessing of national destiny.

When the god John Wick arrived, he seemed to sense something and looked towards the area where the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest was.

The commander-in-chief of the ant nest also sensed something and looked over, then spoke to the sorcerer Wuxiang who was standing next to him and wished he could grind Wang Yi to ashes.

"No wonder you didn't take him down in the first place. He has the same ability as me."

"What? Commander-in-Chief, this John Wick is also the chosen agent?"

"Well, it's almost the same. Since he is here, you can also inform your disciples that it's time to take action."

"understand!"

The sorcerer Wuxiang hid behind the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest and began to use his magic. Although he could no longer act arrogantly by relying on the country's fortune, all these years had not been spent in vain, and his bad luck had finally ended.

Even his own cultivation level is on par with some of the masters back home, but during the period when he is blessed by the national fortune, he can use all kinds of powerful forbidden techniques without any loss.

As for the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest, his coming this time was not only to swallow up Wang Yi's fortune, but also to complete what the warlock Wuxiang had not completed before, and to swallow up the Behemoth Group and the Continental Hotel together!

Under the power of the sorcerer Wuxiang, the orders from the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest were also delivered to New York, where the members of the Ant Nest were sent out to infiltrate the streets and alleys of New York.

At the same time, changes also occurred at the Behemoth Foundation's headquarters in New York.

As the son of a director of the Behemoth Foundation, Qian Boer, a congenital alien who has a good personal relationship with Wang Yi and whose abilities have been upgraded with the help of Wang Yi, is having a conversation with Chairman Taylor.

"Mr. Taylor, my advice is that we'd better not go there."

"Why? Because you and Wang Yi are friends, and you think we shouldn't go over and get a piece of the pie at this time?"

"Some of it, but not all of it."

"Oh?"

"For personal reasons, he and I are friends. From the time I met him in 1928 until now, I have never seen him suffer any loss, including when he faced the sacred figure in ancient Egyptian history in Egypt, and the same was true for Imhotep. Mr. Taylor, you also heard a voice in your head asking us to go over." "That's right."

Chairman Taylor did not avoid the question and admitted it generously.

This is the natural disaster and man-made disaster tailor-made for the American loan shark king. The natural disaster is naturally the thunderstorm that is about to hit New York.

The man-made disaster was a sudden inspiration that notified all the extraordinary people in the city of New York, giving them a vague message that as long as they came to the Wardenclyffe Tower where Wang Yi was, there would be a great opportunity waiting for them.

But unlike the god John Wick, because he was a god born in New York, he had no resistance and had to come to Wang Yi as a spectator first, and then be forced to take action as the situation changed.

As completely autonomous people, aliens like Qian Boer can choose to come or not.

Qian Bol naturally chose not to come, but he could only control himself and the Inhuman team he led from coming. The decision-making power of the Inhuman actions of the entire Behemoth Group was in the hands of Chairman Taylor in front of him, and he had to convince Taylor to give up this idea.

"Chairman, this voice only told us that maybe we can get some of Wang Yi's power or treasure, but it didn't tell us what price we would have to pay. And since we can receive it, I think you should be able to guess that there are not only us there, but also Ant Nest, Mr. John Wick's Continental Hotel."

"So I am very confused. Among all the second-generations, including my children, I am very optimistic about you. It is not only because you are a congenital mutant, but also because you are clear-headed. The Ant Nest is still there, but we are not. When the Ant Nest obtains Wang Yi's power, our Behemoth Foundation will be in trouble."

"Hard to say."

"Ok?"

"Now in New York, there is not only our Behemoth Group, but also John Wick's Continental Hotel. Considering what the Ant Nest did to our Behemoth Group and John Wick, do you think their target this time will only be Wang Yi? This matter concerns their future direction. Last time, they only sent out a deputy leader. What about this time?"

"So what's your suggestion?"

"No matter what the final outcome is between the Ant Nest and Wang Yi, we Behemoth should not intervene. We should just wait and see. In addition, we should inform the mainland hotel now. The actions of the Ant Nest are definitely not just aimed at Wang Yi. Instead of focusing on the final outcome, we might as well prepare now. Once the Ant Nest makes any unusual moves, we will strike back immediately and eat up everything that the Ant Nest has extended into New York."

Chairman Taylor sat there, looking at Qian Boer, who was being the most humble in front of him but still looked up at him.

He drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair for a while before giving his answer.

"George is really lucky to have a son like you. You will make more money than he did in the previous 20 years of business. Tonight, all the resources and manpower of the Behemoth Consortium will be at your disposal, including me."

"Thanks for your support, Uncle Taylor."

"You know how to call me uncle now? Come with me, let me see what kind of decision you can make."

Following behind Taylor, the second-generation chairman who founded the Behemoth Foundation, Chamblee also looked out the window toward Long Island, and silently said in his heart: "My friend, this is all I can do. How you get through the rest of this is up to you."

With the help of Chairman Taylor, clear orders were conveyed through the office phone, in coordination with James Gates, another manager who was handling the affairs of the Continental Hotel and the Group on behalf of the god John Wick.

Outside the Wardenclyffe Tower in West Egg, Long Island, New York, the Ant Nest's commander-in-chief and deputy leader, the warlock Wuxiang, and the god's incarnation John Wick were standing there, forming an equilateral triangle confrontation with Wang Yi in the Wardenclyffe Tower.

The three parties were very patient as they waited for time to pass. The sorcerer Wuxiang was even calculating the time by pinching Wang Yi's pulse, waiting for Wang Yi's disaster to happen.

The dark clouds above the Wardenclyffe Tower had become alarmingly low.

It was clearly black clouds covering the entire sky over New York, but from a distance, the clouds were lowest in the area around the Wardenclyffe Tower, like a sudden cone piercing the Wardenclyffe Tower below.

There was a rumble of thunder over New York, accompanied by flashes of lightning that seemed to tear through the clouds.

With such a large crowd, New Yorkers went back to their homes early, since there were not many nighttime activities during the Great Depression.

The power supply company has also issued a notice that in order to cope with possible natural disasters caused by thunderstorms, some areas in New York will experience power outages for two hours tonight. The time for power restoration will depend on the conditions of the thunderstorm.

As time passed, under the dim sky, sparse lights lit up in New York. Bean-sized raindrops fell together with the roar of thunder that pierced the night sky, and in an instant the whole New York was shrouded in a curtain of rain.

Wang Yi sat cross-legged in the room of the Wardenclyffe Tower used to attract lightning, practicing his profound skills to suppress the Qi disorder that was currently occurring in his body due to the backlash of luck.

The rumbling thunder above his head was like the god of death knocking on the door, and the footsteps leading him to death came from far away and gradually approached him.

Tesla, who had been observing in the control room, was also looking at the flickering clouds above his head. At this moment, he was like Benjamin Franklin, the first internationally renowned American scientist, when he conducted the kite experiment.

I feel nervous, looking forward to success but also worried about failure.

Once he was able to capture lightning, convert it into lossless electricity and store it, and then use the power company to light up the entire New York City, the historical mission of the Wardenclyffe Tower would be accomplished.

It also means that the wireless power transmission project is destined to succeed. Just because current conditions do not allow it does not mean it cannot be done in the future.

As long as future generations can follow the manuscripts he left behind and move forward step by step, the seeds leading to a future of nearly unlimited energy are now in his hands, planted by him personally.

Without the shackles of energy, there may be no more wars, and mankind will move from the planet beneath its feet to the sea of ​​stars above its heads!
Later generations may be able to find civilizations similar to theirs in the vast universe and achieve further progress.

Yes, science fiction works of alien literature are not a product of the mid-to-late 20th century. As early as the 19th century, science fiction writers had fantasies about extraterrestrial civilizations, such as whether there is life on the moon or on Mars, and they wrote them into books.

Wang Yi is even more clear that there is indeed alien civilization in this world.

The reason why no signs have been revealed is that in the eyes of these extraterrestrial civilizations, everything happening on Earth at this moment is nothing more than a journey that the human race and civilization must go through on the way to the sea of ​​stars.

They are observers and recorders, but they will not interfere with the progress of human civilization.

As the hour hand reached the number 7, a melodious bell rang out.

A bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod of the Wardenclyffe Tower without any warning, accompanied by a loud thunder.

The Wardenclyffe Tower, which was rebuilt with Tesla's life's efforts, was not damaged. When the lightning struck the lightning rod, a huge lightning net appeared on the top of the Wardenclyffe Tower. Then, as if caught by something, it quickly drained all the electricity underground along the lightning rod and Tesla's design.

As for the sorcerer Wuxiang and others who had been waiting in the rain for the backlash to come, when the lightning struck, Wuxiang, as a sorcerer, felt it most clearly.

Because at this time, within a radius of ten miles centered on the Wardenclyffe Tower, the Qi situation in this area has become a chaos, and the center of the chaotic Qi situation in this area is exactly where Wang Yi is.

"Haha! Wang Yi, your death is coming!"

With the pleasure of revenge, the sorcerer Wuxiang could not restrain his emotions and took the lead.

Xun character: riding the wind on land!

Kun character·Tuheche!
Li Zi Purgatory!

The word Xun and the merits of sandalwood!

Kanzi·Glass Road!
Four gates combined into one, the magic of wind, forest, fire and mountain!
Standing on the mud and the lava dragon melted by the poisonous fire of revenge, countless wooden strips rose from the mud, like a winding group of snakes, entwining the periphery of the Wardenclyffe Tower.

The molten lava dragon took advantage of the strong wind and heavy rain and rushed directly to the top of the Wardenclyffe Tower with the warlock Wuxiang.

Outside the Wardenclyffe Tower, John Wick, the incarnation of the god, and the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest, who had not revealed his true face until now and demonstrated his methods, confronted each other in the rain.

(End of this chapter)