52 The Sincerity of Kingpin

Jessica did indeed have some appeal.

However, Diana had thoroughly spoiled Russell's taste.

Compared to Diana, Jessica was clearly several levels below.

Aside from that, there was another important reason.

Jessica appeared somewhat unhealthy.

While Russell occasionally indulged in fast food, like that blonde flight attendant named Melissa, he only indulged in healthy fast food.

The kind made with gutter oil wouldn't do.

Leaving aside whether Jessica had a romantic relationship with Luke Cage, who knew if she had been influenced by the Purple Man in this world.

Although Russell hadn't heard of the Purple Man's name in the underground world, he couldn't guarantee that the Purple Man didn't exist.

Stowing away the black tentacles and allowing Jessica's body to fall to the ground, he took out his phone and called a familiar contact.

The contact was a cleaner.

They were referred to as "cleaners" rather than corpse collectors because they didn't just handle bodies, but also cleaned up crime scenes.

Cleaners charged a fair fee.

One gold coin per person, and they even provided door-to-door service.

After hanging up the call, in less than ten minutes, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black leather jacket, stood before Russell.

"Long time no see, Mr. Bradley."

"Not too long, Charlie."

With Charlie came four burly men armed with various cleaning tools.

Charlie's subordinates were highly efficient.

It didn't take long before Jessica and the others' bodies were properly wrapped and loaded into a white van bearing a "Domestic Services" label.

Taking out four gold coins from his pocket, Russell handed them to Charlie before walking toward his Porsche parked outside the Chinese restaurant.

As he drove away from the block in his Porsche, he spotted three police cars approaching with their sirens blaring.

It was clear that his use of the Gatling gun in the alley had prompted some concerned residents to call the police.

Following the typical style of the NYPD, they would likely have arrived while the cleaners were still at the scene.

The average response time for American police across the nation was about 6 minutes and 30 seconds.

In a city as big as New York, the response time could drop to under 5 minutes.

The over 30,000 official officers of the NYPD weren't just twiddling their thumbs.

If it were any other block, the New York police could indeed arrive within five minutes of receiving a call.

But Hell's Kitchen was an exception.

This was a high-crime area, home to more than a few gangs trying to make a living.

The firepower clashes between these gangs were a unique sight in this district.

Without assembling enough manpower and bringing sufficient equipment, even if Russell had been playing with an anti-tank rocket launcher and C4 explosives here instead of a Gatling gun, the New York police wouldn't have shown up quickly.

Understanding the NYPD's practices, Russell calmly had the cleaners come over to clean up the aftermath.

Upon returning to his office, he once again engaged in the game called "Wolf," although the gaming experience was more like a "Dog."

Lion Ape!

If he didn't deal with this fellow, he wasn't planning on heading home tonight.

After all, Diana was on a business trip, so he had nothing to do at home.

Many women misunderstand men, thinking they're hard to please.

But in reality, a man's happiness can be quite simple.

For example, just give him some undisturbed alone time.

While this was an easy thing to do, some women still couldn't manage it.

.....

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

Unknowingly, Diana had already been on a business trip for three days.

During these three days, Russell fully enjoyed the joyful moments of being a "single" man.

Other than feeling a bit lonely when sleeping alone at night, everything else was quite good.

Octopus Monster Detective Agency.

Russell was playing a game while young Peter was studying specialized military knowledge.

Although Peter had agreed to join Russell's military research laboratory, he didn't dare let his beautiful aunt know that he was currently learning about military technology.

Last time, when he handed over his paycheck to his beautiful aunt, she suspected he might be involved in some illegal activity.

If Russell hadn't personally called to explain afterward, Peter's internship might have ended then and there.

Hesitation leads to defeat!

The Reed Sword Technique is invincible!

After defeating another boss named "Sword Saint" but exceptionally skilled in gunplay, Russell managed to suppress his urge to crush the game controller.

Just as he was about to start again, his phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Winston.

Seeing the name displayed on the screen, Russell furrowed his brows, set down the game controller, and picked up his phone.

"What's the matter?"

"Kingpin wants to meet you."

Winston got straight to the point without any chitchat.

"Why does he want to meet me?"

Russell asked once again.

"He wants to thank you for your assistance a few days ago."

Assistance a few days ago?

Having just been thoroughly defeated by the Sword Saint, Russell took a moment to process what Winston was referring to.

"That had nothing to do with him, it was my own matter, nothing to thank me for."

Although Wilson Fisk was a kingpin of the underworld, Russell had no intention of getting involved with him.

He always felt that Kingpin had a "jinxed star" aura around him that brought misfortune to those around him.

For the sake of safety, it was better to keep some distance from him.

"While that is your private matter indeed, you did help him resolve a problem. He's already transferred the $50 million reward to your hotel account."

Winston's mood seemed quite good, as he spoke with a smile.

Hearing Winston's words, Russell raised an eyebrow.

That's some sincerity!

$50 million was the reward Kingpin had offered him the last time he tried to commission the killing of Daredevil.

Although Russell hadn't accepted the job, Kingpin still transferred the money.

From this perspective, Kingpin's sincerity was truly exceptional.

After a few seconds of thought, Russell said slowly, "Why does he want to meet me?"

"Nothing in particular, he just wants to meet you in person, to see if there might be any possibilities for cooperation in the future."

"The time and location are up to you. Whenever you're free, you can set up the meeting."

Winston quickly responded.

Russell fell silent, thinking quickly.

Aside from himself, only Charlie and his men knew about his involvement in the matter of dealing with Daredevil and the others.

While cleaners wouldn't actively disclose their employer's information, they were still a special profession associated with hotels.

Winston was the manager of the New Continental Hotel in New York, and it wouldn't be difficult for him to get information from Charlie.

If Winston knew, then Kingpin would naturally know as well.

"Since he's so sincere, I can't refuse completely."

"Tonight at 8 PM, at the hotel."

In the end, Russell decided to meet with Kingpin and see what he was plotting.

"Great! I'll inform him."

With that, Winston hung up the phone.

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