It's unknown what Kingpin was preparing, but whatever it was, it took him a week.
Two in the morning.
Manhattan.
Midtown.
Russell had originally planned to go to bed, but he received a call from Kingpin around eleven o'clock.
If Kingpin weren't his employer right now, he really wouldn't have planned to come over in the middle of the night.
A bright full moon hung in the night sky, and under the shroud of moonlight and darkness, the bustling Midtown Manhattan now held an indescribable tranquility.
Midtown is the most prosperous and crowded area of Manhattan, and also the area with the highest density of skyscrapers in the world.
World-renowned office buildings like the famous Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center are all located here.
Famous landmarks such as Grand Central Terminal, the New York Public Library, Fifth Avenue, and Broadway are also in this area.
The evening breeze kept blowing, and Russell unconsciously tightened his jacket.
Kingpin's chief assassin, Bullseye, and the leader of the Demons, Mister Negative, were standing beside him.
They were currently on the rooftop of an ordinary office building.
And the building across from them, according to Kingpin, was an important stronghold of The Hand in New York.
According to the intelligence provided by Kingpin, in half an hour, the Five Fingers of The Hand would arrive at the building across the street for a secret meeting.
Russell didn't care where Kingpin got this information from.
He was currently observing Bullseye and Mister Negative, who were standing next to him, with great interest.
Bullseye was wearing a tight-fitting dark blue uniform, and the hood, which only exposed his mouth and chin, had a circular target-like symbol.
His well-defined physique showed at a glance that he was a skilled fighter.
He wore a tactical belt around his waist, equipped with weapons such as a dagger and a pistol.
If Bullseye looked like he was dressed for a fight, then Mister Negative looked like an entrepreneur going to discuss an acquisition or cooperation.
He was wearing a sharp suit, and his black hair was meticulously styled.
Mister Negative was currently not in his black-and-white negative-like form but maintained a normal human appearance.
While he was observing Bullseye and Mister Negative, they were also observing Russell.
Russell was currently wearing a loose black tracksuit, looking like he was out for a night run, and had no weapons on him.
Just looking at their current attire, it was impossible to imagine that the three of them were about to charge into the building across the street and go on a killing spree.
Time ticked by.
After observing each other in silence for a few minutes, Russell was the first to speak: "Let's be clear beforehand, if anyone messes things up for everyone in this operation, not even Jesus will be given face!"
His current identity was Traveler, a top assassin from the Continental Hotel.
Not to mention that he and Bullseye weren't familiar with each other to begin with, even if they were, this was Traveler's style.
"Fend for yourself. I only kill, I don't save people!"
Bullseye looked at Russell with a gloomy face and said silently.
Mister Negative didn't speak, walking straight to the edge of the rooftop and looking out at the building across the street.
Although Kingpin tried to have the three of them form a small team to act together.
But it was obvious that none of the three were the type to cooperate with strangers.
Not to mention Kingpin wasn't here now, even if he were, they wouldn't truly consider each other comrades.
They were all people making a living in the underground world; if they didn't have this level of vigilance, they would have died in some dirty sewer long ago.
The intelligence provided by Kingpin was very accurate.
When the time reached half past two in the morning, five luxury sedans of different brands drove up downstairs from the building across the street.
Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maybach, Maserati!
Five luxury cars appearing simultaneously in front of an ordinary office building's entrance in the dead of night, this scene looked a bit off no matter how you looked at it.
However, this wasn't what Russell and the other two were concerned about.
No accompanying guards?
Although the building across the street was an important stronghold of The Hand in New York, traveling without guards still seemed a bit unusual.
Madame Gao and the others did not notice the three of them observing.
After getting out of the cars, the five of them walked directly into the building.
The drivers, however, drove the cars to the underground parking lot.
"Bakuto, Murakami, Alexandra, those three are mine!"
Russell said slowly, without even looking at Bullseye and Mister Negative.
According to American political correctness, the Five Fingers of The Hand could be said to perfectly align with the values here.
There were white people, black people, and Asians, in a ratio of 2:1:2!
There were men and women, in a ratio of 3:2!
There were young ones, old ones...
Uh...
Wait!
In terms of age, all Five Fingers of The Hand were old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.
After speaking, Russell ignored Bullseye and Mister Negative, silently stepped back a few meters, and calculated the distance between himself and the building across the street.
Then, under the gaze of Bullseye and Mister Negative, he took a running start, pushed off with his legs, and leaped directly towards the building across the street.
The whistling wind blew past his ears, and the evening breeze messed up his hair.
Although it was dozens of meters away, jumping across was not a problem for Russell.
He drew a standard parabola in the air, landing steadily on the rooftop of the building across the street.
Done!
Without any suspense!
Among the three of them, he was not only the strongest but also the one with the highest reward.
He didn't know how much money Kingpin had offered Bullseye and Mister Negative as a reward.
But one thing he was sure of was that their reward definitely did not include the Dragonbone.
After reaching the rooftop of the building, he didn't hesitate and found the rooftop's emergency exit.
He used a little force with his right hand and violently pulled open the closed door.
The door was destroyed, and a loud alarm immediately sounded inside the building.
Amidst the loud alarm and flashing red lights, he walked in without looking back.
Seeing Russell break in using such a simple and brutal method, Bullseye and Mister Negative exchanged glances.
This...
Seeing the building across the street suddenly become lively, the two of them didn't hesitate and began to use their own methods to break into the building.
Inside The Hand's building.
Russell took out a Glock 34 with a modified magazine from his system space.
The standard magazine for a Glock 34 holds 17 rounds, but the one he was holding had a modified magazine capacity of 25 rounds.
Although it was only 8 extra rounds, in combat, these 8 rounds could potentially be the line between life and death.
Changing a magazine is indeed not a very strenuous action.
But no matter what, it is an action that requires time to complete.
Even in games, changing a magazine takes time, let alone in the real world.
Bang! Bang!
Gun Fu!
Two bullets flew out like lightning, arcing through the air and accurately hitting two Hand ninjas who hadn't even drawn their katanas yet.