Taran Industries.
The underground testing grounds had been converted into a massive laboratory.
Carrying the Magic Crystals John had given him, Orlov tried to enter the laboratory, only to be stopped outside.
He threw up his hands in exasperation. "I've never seen a company build a laboratory that locks out its own CEO."
Refusing to give up, he pressed his hand against the fingerprint scanner.
"Beep. Access denied."
Now Orlov was utterly speechless. He pounded on the high-strength bulletproof glass. "Hey, Mr. Fashionable! Open the door!"
Inside the laboratory, Ivan glanced at him and pressed a switch to let him in.
"You can't do this! This is my company!"
Orlov stormed inside and pointed at Ivan, berating him. "I give you space, equipment, and money! You need to respect me, understand?"
With a toothpick between his lips, Ivan muttered indifferently, "I work for Wick."
That shut Orlov up. All he could do was snap, "I'm his business partner!"
"You're mistaken." Ivan pulled up a cable attached to a newly built piece of metal equipment and connected its other end to an oval machine over two meters tall. "I work for John Wick."
"And you," Ivan said, hammering the connector into place, "work with Watson Wick."
"Fine, but at least tell me what you've spent over five hundred million from our accounts on." Orlov suppressed his anger. "That way, at least I won't get arrested when I file our taxes with the IRS."
"You can find out right now."
He picked up a rubber mallet and hammered the connector in.
A smile spread over Ivan's face as he cursed under his breath. "They made this thing too big."
Only then did Orlov finally turn his attention to the equipment covered in a dense tangle of cables.
Through the face-sized window in