Boom!
After packing away all the cash and valuables, Leo casually set a fire, burning the corpses along with the drugs and blood bags inside.
Yes, besides drugs, Leo had unexpectedly discovered a large number of blood bags in a freezer.
Over a thousand blood bags arranged together, chilling under the cold lights, making one's hair stand on end.
As for why the Russians were collecting so much blood, Leo had a rough guess.
But he had no intention of getting involved.
This world had too many demons and monsters. If he tried to handle everything he encountered, Leo felt he could exhaust himself to death.
"Hello, delivery #9527 has arrived. Please check it. If there are no problems, please confirm receipt."
"Yes sir, we will verify as soon as possible. Your delivery fee will be transferred immediately after verification."
Hanging up the phone, Leo's figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
Ten minutes later, city cleaning trucks and fire trucks arrived one after another. The fire was extinguished, and several people dressed as cleaners entered the abandoned factory, carefully inspected it, then quickly left.
Leo's special phone soon received a bank message.
[Dear customer, your account at New York Rural Credit Union has received a transfer of $3.5 million. Current balance: $3.574 million.]
This money was already post-tax and could be spent however he wanted without anyone investigating.
Seeing his balance return to seven digits, Leo felt much more at ease. In a good mood, he entered the basement to exercise.
With this job done, he could rest for a while again.
Hell's Kitchen—the towering flames were clearly visible to most of the district, tugging at countless heartstrings.
In the darkness, Daredevil in his red and black suit stood atop a building, determining the direction of the fire through the sound of wind, saying grimly:
"It's Vladimir's base. Something happened there."
"Damn, a blind man is more sensitive than me. Do you even know what I ate tonight?"
Beside him, Luke Cage muttered. His natural racial talent made his speech carry a rap-like rhythm.
"You had Mexican burritos for lunch, with salmon and baked beans—terrible combination."
"Damn, you really do know!"
Daredevil didn't turn around.
"Has another newcomer entered Hell's Kitchen? Tonight neither the Hand nor the Kingpin's people made any moves."
"This definitely wasn't their doing."
"Whoever it was, what they did was wrong."
He smelled blood and nauseating 'barbecue' scents.
He knew clearly that another massacre had occurred there.
Crossing several kilometers, he seemed to already see the Russian Brotherhood's fate.
Walking in darkness, Daredevil was 'protecting' this city in his own way.
He didn't hesitate to use violence but always refused to kill anyone. Even if that person was guilty, they should be handed over to the law for judgment.
Tonight's events had undoubtedly crossed Daredevil's bottom line.
"Is it you... Frank..."
Iron Fist didn't hear Daredevil's low murmur clearly. He actually felt quite satisfied.
The drugs that flowed through the Russian Brotherhood had harmed countless people and families. Killing them like this was practically charity work.
If he met the person responsible, he'd definitely drink a couple with them.
United Construction Company.
On the surface, this was just an ordinary construction company, albeit one with powerful influence, abundant capital flow, and a very prominent reputation in Hell's Kitchen.
But secretly, it was actually the Hand's headquarters in New York.
The Hand was an ancient evil organization founded by five people known as the Five Fingers.
All five were traitors from the legendary 'Kunlun,' and their greatest wish was to find dragon bones and achieve true immortality.
Through the window, Madam Gao, one of the Five Fingers, stared intently at the direction of the fire, anger also flickering in her eyes.
She had just handed over goods to those Russians today, and problems arose tonight.
Several consecutive heavy losses—even someone as wealthy as Madam Gao was finding it hard to bear.
"Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, I'll make you understand that there are many things in this world more terrifying than death."
Madam Gao's voice was like a fierce ghost. Several fully masked ninjas suddenly appeared behind her.
"Search! Find out exactly who is so bold as to dare touch the Hand's property!"
"Already successful? Worthy of being the assassin king within the Continental Hotel."
In a luxurious apartment, the bear-like Wilson Fisk, dressed in a white suit, ate his steak with meticulous precision.
His movements were so standard that anyone watching would praise him as a gentleman.
But only those who knew and understood Wilson Fisk—that is, the Kingpin—realized the truth.
Hidden beneath this gentleman's exterior was a beast-like mind.
Sinister, cunning, cruel, tyrannical.
All negative adjectives could be applied to him.
"Boss, the brothers over there report that except for a few individuals, the Russians have been completely wiped out. From now on, the Hand won't be able to bypass you for the drug business."
"Isn't this exactly the result we wanted, Wesley?"
The Kingpin methodically wiped his mouth. "Hell's Kitchen—no, all of New York is my city. Any criminal activity should be under my control."
"Only this way can this city of despair welcome true order."
The meaning was already clear—it was the Kingpin who had hired assassins to eliminate the Vladimir brothers.
In Hell's Kitchen, the two largest forces were undoubtedly the Kingpin and the Hand.
The two both cooperated and opposed each other.
The reason the Kingpin had the Continental Hotel take action was to cut off the Hand's external transportation lifeline, forcing them to rely on him to continue shipping.
But the Kingpin hadn't expected that the hired assassin would not only kill the targets but even provide generous extras.
This also stirred his desire to recruit talent.
"Wesley, find a way to get information on that Tao Pai Pai. Invite him to meet with me."
The Kingpin instructed softly.
"Yes, I'll contact the Continental Hotel."
The Kingpin nodded and continued enjoying his steak and red wine. He was in a good mood.
Not only because he had eliminated the Vladimir brothers—another Russian gang in the city had also been destroyed by the Continental Hotel's John Wick.
Two forces vanishing instantly, large chunks of fat laid out before him, just like this steak.
Ready for his carving.