Even God Can't Save Your Face

Russell had no idea what exactly Kingpin was preparing, but whatever it was, it took him a whole week to get ready.

2 AM.

Manhattan.

Midtown.

Russell had originally intended to sleep, but he received a call from Kingpin a little after 11 PM.

If Kingpin wasn't his current employer, he wouldn't have considered going out in the middle of the night.

A bright full moon hung in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling Midtown of Manhattan. Amid the moonlight and darkness, there was an indescribable sense of tranquility.

Midtown was Manhattan's busiest and most bustling area, also boasting the highest density of skyscrapers in the world.

Iconic buildings like the Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center, known globally, were located here.

Prominent attractions like Grand Central Terminal, New York Public Library, Fifth Avenue, and Broadway were all in this area.

The evening breeze brushed by continuously, causing Russell to unconsciously tighten his coat.

Kingpin's chief assassin, Bullseye, and the leader of the Inner Demons gang, Mr. Negatives, stood beside him.

They were currently on the rooftop of an ordinary office building.

Across from them, according to Kingpin, was an important Hand stronghold in New York.

According to the intelligence Kingpin provided, half an hour later, the Hand Five Fingers would arrive at the opposite building for a secret meeting.

Russell wasn't concerned about where Kingpin obtained this information.

He was more intrigued by Bullseye and Mr. Negatives standing beside him.

Bullseye wore a form-fitting dark blue uniform, with a circular target symbol resembling a bullseye covering his mouth and chin on his headgear.

His well-defined physique made it clear he was a skilled fighter.

He had a tactical belt around his waist, holding weapons like daggers and pistols.

If Bullseye looked ready for combat, then Mr. Negatives looked like a businessman attending a negotiation for cooperation.

His suit was perfectly tailored, and his black hair was meticulously styled.

Currently, Mr. Negatives hadn't transformed into his black-and-white photographic form; he maintained a human appearance.

While Russell sized up Bullseye and Mr. Negatives, they were also observing him.

Russell, dressed in a loose black tracksuit, seemed ready for a nighttime jog. He didn't carry any visible weapons.

From their appearances, it was inconceivable that the three of them were about to storm into the opposite building for a deadly confrontation.

Time continued to pass.

After a few minutes of silent observation, Russell was the first to speak, "Let's make it clear beforehand—if anyone messes up this operation, even God won't save your face!"

His current identity was the top killer-traveler of the Continental Hotel.

Ignoring Bullseye and Mr. Negatives, he said this calmly.

"Everyone looks out for themselves. I only kill; I don't save lives!" Bullseye's face darkened as he spoke.

Mr. Negatives remained silent and walked straight to the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the building across.

Although Kingpin attempted to have the three of them form a small team for this operation, it was evident that none of them were the type to cooperate with strangers.

Even if Kingpin were present, it would be unlikely that they considered each other true allies.

Being individuals who made a living in the underground world, lacking such vigilance would've led them to an early demise in some grim sewer.

The intelligence Kingpin provided was accurate.

When the time hit 2:30 AM, five different luxury cars of various brands arrived at the building's entrance across the street.

Porsche, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maybach, Maserati!

In the dead of night, five luxury cars appearing together in front of an ordinary office building's entrance seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it.

However, Russell's group wasn't focused on that.

Where were the guards?

Even though the building across was an important Hand stronghold, it was unusual to see no guards accompanying them.

Madam Gao and her group hadn't noticed Russell's group observing them.

After getting out of the cars, the five of them entered the building directly.

The drivers parked the cars in the underground parking lot.

"Bakuto, Murakami, Alexandra—these three are mine!" Russell said calmly, not even glancing at Bullseye and Mr. Negatives.

By American standards of political correctness, the Hand Five Fingers fit perfectly here.

White, black, and Asian, in a 2:1:2 ratio.

Male and female, in a 3:2 ratio.

Young and old...

Wait...

In terms of age, the Five Fingers of the Hand were all centuries-old monsters.

After speaking, Russell paid no attention to Bullseye and Mr. Negatives. He stepped back a few meters, calculating the distance between himself and the building across.

Then, under the gaze of Bullseye and Mr. Negatives, he took a running start, exerted force with his legs, and jumped directly toward the opposite building.

The whistling wind brushed by his ears, tousling his hair.

Although it was dozens of meters away, jumping over wasn't a problem for Russell.

He drew a textbook parabolic curve in the air and landed steadily on the rooftop of the opposite building.

Done!

Without any suspense!

Among the three of them, he was not only the most powerful but also the highest paid.

Russell didn't know how much Kingpin offered Bullseye and Mr. Negatives as payment.

But one thing was certain—they weren't being paid in dragonbone.

After arriving on the rooftop, Russell didn't hesitate. He located a secure access point to the building.

He exerted slight force with his right hand, forcefully prying open the closed door.

The door was broken, triggering intense alarms within the building.

Amidst the blaring alarms and flashing red lights, he walked in without looking back.

Seeing how Russell had entered so violently, Bullseye and Mr. Negatives exchanged a glance.

This...

Seeing the suddenly lively building across, the two of them didn't hesitate. They each found their own methods to breach the building.

Inside the Hand building.

Russell retrieved a modified Glock 34 from his system space.

The standard magazine of a Glock 34 held 17 rounds, but the one he held now had been modified to hold 25 rounds.

Although it was just an extra 8 rounds, in a fight, those 8 rounds could very well be the line between life and death.

Changing magazines wasn't a particularly strenuous action.

However, regardless, it was a task that required time.

Even in a game, changing magazines took time, let alone in the real world.

Bang! Bang!

Bullet Curving!

Two bullets shot out like lightning, tracing arcs in the air, and precisely hitting two Hand ninjas who hadn't even drawn their katanas.

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