I don't know what the hell Jin and is preparing a thing, this preparation, it's prepared for a week.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Manhattan.
Midtown.
Russell was all set to go to bed when he got a call from Kim and just after eleven.
If Jin and wasn't now his employer, he really wasn't going to come over in the middle of the night.
The bright full moon hangs in the night sky, and under the moonlight and the shroud of night, the bustling midtown Manhattan now has an indescribable calm.
Midtown is the busiest and most crowded area of Manhattan and has the highest density of skyscrapers in the world.
The big-name Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, and other world-famous office buildings are located here.
Grand Central Terminal, the New York Public Library, Fifth Avenue, Broadway Boulevard and other famous attractions are also located in this area.
The evening breeze kept blowing, and Russell involuntarily tightened his jacket.
Mr. Target Eyes, the chief assassin of the Golden Peace, and Mr. Negative, the leader of the Demon Gang, were now standing next to him.
They were now on the roof of an ordinary office building.
And the building across the street from them was, according to Jin and, a major stronghold of the Hand Hand Society in New York.
According to the information provided by Jin and, in half an hour, the five fingers of the Handshake Association would come to the building across the street for a secret meeting.
Where exactly Kim and got this information from, Russell didn't care.
He was now sizing up Mr. Target Eye and Negative, who stood next to him, with interest.
Bullseye wore a tight-fitting, dark blue uniform, with a circular marking that resembled a target on a hood that only showed his mouth and chin.
With his angular body, it was obvious at first glance that he was a good fighter.
A tactical belt around his waist was worn with daggers pistols and other weapons.
If Bullseye wears one that looks like he's going into battle, Mr. Negative wears one that looks like he's going to be an entrepreneur who wants to talk about an acquisition partnership.
The suit was straightened and his black hair was immaculately groomed.
Instead of going into that black-and-white form as if it were a photo negative, Mr. Negative now maintains a normal human stance.
As he sized up both Target Eye and Mr. Negative, they sized up Russell.
Russell, now dressed in a baggy black sweatshirt, looks as if he's out for a night run, unarmed.
Just by looking at their current outfits, it was impossible to imagine that the three of them were going to storm into the building across the street later and go on a killing spree.
A little bit of time passes.
After sizing each other up for a few minutes without saying a word like this, Russell took the lead and said, "Just to be clear in advance, if any of you are dragged down by this operation, Jesus has no face to give!"
He is now known as the Continental Hotel's top killer traveler.
Not to mention that he wasn't even familiar with the two Target Eyes in the first place, and even if he was, this was still a traveler's style.
"Look out for yourself, I only kill people, I don't save them!"
Target Eye looked at Russell with a grim face and said silently.
Without speaking, Mr. Negative went straight to the edge of the rooftop and looked out across the building.
Jin and tried to get the three of them to form a squad to team up though.
But it was clear that none of the three of them were the kind of people who would cooperate with strangers.
Not to mention that Jin and wasn't here right now, and even if he was, it was impossible for them to really consider each other as comrades in arms.
All of them are people who make a living in the underground world, if they don't have this kind of vigilance, they would have died in some dirty sewer long ago.
Kim and provided accurate information.
When the time came to two-thirty in the morning, five limousines of different brands drove up from the downstairs of the building across the street.
Porsche, Bentley, Rolls Royce, Maybach, Maserati!
In the middle of the night, five luxury automobiles appeared in front of the gate of an ordinary office building at the same time, a scene that was a bit off no matter how you looked at it.
But that's not what the three Russells care about right now.
No accompanying escort?
Granted, the building across the street was the key stronghold of the Hand Hand Society in New York, but it still seemed a bit unusual to be traveling without an escort.
Mrs. Gow and the others didn't notice the prying eyes of Russell's trio.
After getting out of the car, the five of them went straight into the building.
The driver then drove the car to the underground parking lot.
"Botou, Murakami, Alexandra, these three, mine!"
Russell said slowly without even looking at Mr. Target Eye or Negative.
In accordance with political correctness in the United States of America, the five fingers of the Hand Hopper can be said to fit perfectly with the values here.
There are whites, blacks and Asians in a ratio of 2:1:2!
There are men and women in a ratio of 3:2!
There are young and old ...
Amount ...
Nope!
In terms of age, all the five fingers of the Hands' Association are old demons who have lived for hundreds of years.
When he finished speaking, Russell ignored the target eye and Mr. Negative and silently stepped back a few meters, calculating the distance between himself and the building across the street.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the target eye and Mr. Negative, he made an assisted run, and with a sharp push of his legs, he jumped directly towards the opposite building.
The whistling wind blew past his ears and the evening breeze messed up his hair.
It was a few dozen meters away, but jumping over wasn't much of a problem for Russell.
He was seen drawing a standard parabola in the air and landing firmly on the roof of the opposite building.
Done!
There's no suspense!
Of the three of them, he was not only the strongest one, but also the one with the highest paycheck.
Exactly how many dollars King and offered to pay Bullseye and Mr. Negative, he didn't know.
But there was one thing he was sure of, the two of them must not have been paid in keikis.
Upon arriving at the roof of the building, he didn't hesitate to find the safe passage on the roof.
With a slight push of his right hand, he violently ripped open the closed door.
The doors were destroyed and a fierce alarm went off inside the building.
With a loud siren and flashing red lights, he walked in without looking back.
After seeing Russell break in with such a simple and crude method, Target Eye and Mr. Negative looked at each other.
This ...
Seeing the building across the street that had suddenly become bustling with activity, the two of them didn't hesitate and began to use their own methods to break into the building.
In the mansion of the Handshake Association.
Russell removed the modified magazine Glock 34 from the system space.
The standard magazine for the Glock 34 is 17 rounds, and the one he's holding now has the magazine modified to 25 rounds.
Although there were only 8 extra bullets, when it came to fighting, those 8 bullets might be the dividing line between life and death.
Changing magazines is indeed a not-so-effortless maneuver.
But it's an action that takes time to complete anyway.
Even inside a game, it takes time to change magazines, let alone in the real world.
Bang! Bang!
Gun flinging!
Two bullets flew out in a lightning bolt, arcing through the air and accurately hitting the two Tekkai ninjas who hadn't even drawn their katanas yet.