Author: Zi Shi

John Wick had a dream. In the dream, his beloved wife who had just passed away told him to live well. They walked on the beach together and enjoyed the beautiful sunset...

Until the dull pain reminded him that he still had unfinished tasks. A group of thieves who came out from nowhere sneaked into his house in the middle of the night, killed the dog that his beloved wife had bought to accompany him during her lifetime, and also stole

He took away his favorite Ford Boss 729 and beat him unconscious to the ground arrogantly.

He said sorry to the figure in his dream, he had to wake up...

John Wick slowly opened his eyes. The bright lights made him uncomfortable, and the pain in his body made him frown. His stomach, back, face, and back of the head were all hit hard. This feeling

Not good.

However, what made him feel even worse was the aroma of fried steak that his nose could smell.

"Mr. Wick, your comfortable life has made you relax your vigilance. Who would have thought that the legendary Mr. Night Stalker would be beaten to death by a few thieves in his own home in the dark night, stole his car, and...

He was also beaten unconscious... Sorry, let me look at the time. It is now two-twenty. If you include the time when I came, oh, dear Mr. John Wick, you were raped by a few unknown thieves.

I was beaten until I fainted for one hour and thirty-two minutes."

John Wick ignored the damn taunts. He stood up with a groan, smoothed his messy long hair, frowned and looked at the sofa in the living room not far away, wearing pajamas, eating steak and drinking.

He collected a Romanée-Conti 74 vintage dry red. If he saw it correctly, it was an oriental man.

"Who are you?"

Of course Wang Yan was aware of the danger in John Wick's eyes, but he pretended not to notice it and continued to eat steak and drink red wine. After pretending, he said calmly: "I live next door to you. Just yesterday.

I moved here. My name is Wang Yan, you can call me Wang."

"King?" John Wick repeated doubtfully, searching in his mind which player this was, and finally shook his head, frowned and asked, "You work for the High Table?"

The high table, the high table. It is the supreme ruler in this play, holding supreme authority, formulating rules and guarding the rules. The high table is a collective organization with the so-called Council of Elders, which controls some forces and controls

Supervise and manage Continental hotels scattered around the world.

The Continental Hotel is just a hotel. It is just that it provides services and one-stop entertainment for killers, gangsters and other people in the underground world. In the Continental Hotel, no one is allowed to use force. Once they use force, they will be executed. It is considered a safe island. This

It also fits the name of the Continental Hotel. Outside is a sea full of carnage and death. Once you get ashore, you become a civilized person.

Perhaps it is understandable to apply it to the plunder in the Age of Discovery. Countless fleets went out to explore and seize wealth. After returning to their countries, they all became noble gentlemen and wealthy landowners.

Everything can change without departing from its original origin, it’s all the same truth...

"No, I'm just a small character who has just performed a mission and passed the registration assessment."

Wang Yan shook his head, forked the last piece of steak on the plate very elegantly, slowly drank the red wine, and continued to speak with John Wick's murderous eyes.

"John, relax, don't be so nervous, why not come over and have a drink together, this is the wine you hid, I drank it myself as if I was a robber. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you, it's just that I heard it in my sleep

Someone was making a noise, and then I saw a few people driving your car arrogantly in front of my house, so I came over to see what was going on. You know, people always call themselves brave and are curious about too many irrelevant things.

It just so happens that that’s how I am.”

"Didn't anyone tell you that this would lead you into the abyss!"

John Wick's cold words contained murderous intent. He glanced at the Oriental in front of him, turned around and took out the family medical kit from a box in the living room, wiped the blood on his face with the alcohol wipes inside, and endured

Feeling the slight sting.

He sat across from Wang Yan, poured himself a large glass, drank it all in one gulp, and asked, "What is your purpose?"

"I told you, I'm just watching the fun."

"That's it?"

"Can it blow your head off with one shot?" Wang Yan took out a silver desert eagle with a metallic luster and placed it on the coffee table. He explained the facts and then said, "But I do have something I want to do.

Ask you."

Seeing John Wick's eyes lingering on the pistol, Wang Yan didn't care and asked the question he wanted to know: "As far as I know, you were trained by the High Table since you were a child. Those who were with you

The killers are all very strong. Their bones and muscles are much stronger than ordinary people. Even professional athletes cannot compare with you. John, can you tell me how this is done?"

John Wick moved his eyes away from the beautiful Desert Eagle and looked at the oriental man in front of him coldly: "I just said, this will lead you into the abyss, and you are on the road to death."

"John, you are very entertaining." Wang Yan shook his head funny, "No matter what we do, from the time we are born, we are on the road to death. It does not depend on whether I pry into some so-called secrets. If you believe it

If you pass me, then we can make some deals, such as helping you when you are in trouble."

"Help me?"

John Wick's doubts were written on his face. Wang Yan smiled, stretched out his hands in the air to show him the front and back sides, and then in his puzzled eyes, he spread out the five fingers of one palm, relaxed and freehand

Photographed on the surface of the wooden coffee table.

As the palm clapped, there was a loud bang. When the palm left, John looked over again and saw a sunken handprint revealed. But the cup and wine bottle on the table only vibrated, and the scarlet wine inside

Ripple.

"Chinese Kung Fu? Bruce Lee?"

John was surprised that the solid wood on the coffee table was not thick. He could punch it through or smash it into pieces, but he couldn't do it no matter what, just leaving a fingerprint on it without damaging the table. The principle of this trick

, he understands. Because he has an understanding of Chinese martial arts and knows that this move is called Cun Jin. It requires strong strength, extremely high movement skills, and powerful palms.

After all, this is not about standing up and hitting wooden boards or bricks with your fists, but sitting down and casually hitting them lightly, which means that more powerful abilities are needed.

"It's just a little skill in carving statues. It doesn't count. What do you think of this deal?" Wang Yan thoughtfully changed the adjective of "little skill" and told the foreign devil.

"You can't get it." John Wick said, "I don't know the specifics. I only know that this is a human genetic project for super humans done by the High Table Laboratory. We are the beneficiaries, and we are also the experimental subjects.

In fact, as long as you reach the level, you will know it in the future."

"What level?"

"After completing thirty missions, the data room of the Continental Hotel will be opened, and you can see these. The specific requirements are to complete a difficult mission and 100 million U.S. dollars. I don't know how many people have completed it, but I

I don’t think much. Because there used to be many famous and powerful people, but now they have disappeared.”

John's tone was slightly sarcastic, either mocking himself, mocking the high table, mocking those colleagues who had blindly pursued power, or mocking Wang Yan for not overestimating his own capabilities.

Wang Yan smiled nonchalantly, knowing that John Wick, a player whose mind was either guns or bullets, could not provide further information. But in the end, it also showed that he was right, since there is such a so-called super human being

genetic project, and also caused John Wick to kill a lot of people, which proves that this world is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Not to mention anything else, when the High Table punished John Wick, they organized and dispatched a fully equipped and advanced army-like force. Or on the other hand, John Wick killed so many people along the way.

Man, the fact that there is no police wanted person is also telling.

It doesn't matter what the director thinks or how the movie is shot, because now that he is here, Living Father will perfect the world. Whether it is reasonable or not, it does exist.

"Your authority should be sufficient. Can you think of a way to bring me that information?"

"No, it's all paper. I can't memorize it, and you're not allowed to bring any electronic products, let alone bring people there." John seemed to be reminiscing, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, there isn't much information.

, just introduced some information about the High Table, the affairs between various sects, and some information about gangs, etc. Just some relatively secret information, Winston, the manager of Twisting Continental Hotel, said

That’s the truth of the world.”

The truth of the world? The world has never been the truth, it is just a power game of the jungle.

Without further entanglement, Wang Yan said: "You have made a lot of money, John. You are asking me to help you with these few words, but you have always been a troublemaker. I think this time, maybe you will pull me away."

Got in."

John shrugged: "Fair deal, I hope you are indeed strong."

"John, do you think you're really retired?"

"I have lived a comfortable life for five years. There are no tasks, no deaths, and no one like you has appeared in front of me."

"You are too naive."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "You don't think the High Table is really that merciful, do you? It's just that they haven't used you yet. Before your wife dies, if you are refused to do something, then they will definitely use your wife to coerce you

.Now that your wife is dead and they ask you to do something but are rejected, they will hunt you down. Do you wait to die or resist? You will resist, right? Then you are once again trapped in the whirlpool, and there is only endless hope.

Killing. The best destination for people like you is death."

John was noncommittal: "If you continue to pursue the genetic project, then believe me, you will definitely die before me."

"Are you loyal to the High Table?"

"I am true to myself."

"Very good, John. I want to wait until you figure it out and you can cooperate with me."

"What cooperation?"

Wang Yan smiled and said: "Destroy the High Table, or fight against it. Put down your weapons, there is no other way but death. John, true retirement is not when you are gifted by others and pray for them to keep you away from the whirlpool and live a stable life.

You kill with the gun in your hand. Letting others dare not disturb your peaceful life is the real retirement."

John Wick was not shocked by Wang Yan's whims, "You are not the first person to have such an idea, but your predecessors are all dead." He looked at the Oriental in front of him with the eyes of a dead person, and said

Very seriously, "The high table is invincible!"

"That must be because they are not strong enough." Wang Yan raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. He picked up the Desert Eagle on the table and said a series of numbers. "I wish you smooth operation. If you need anything, call me. I live here."

You can also come to see me on the left side of your house."

John Wick said nothing, just watched Wang Yan leave his house, picked up the bottle and drank the rest of the wine, stared at the handprints on the coffee table for a moment, then got up and cleaned up the puddle in the living room where he had been beaten.
To be continued...