Although there were many Hand ninjas in the building, dealing with them was no trouble at all.
Russell didn't even need to use the power of the Venom symbiote; he only needed to employ his gun-slinging technique and a bit of superhuman strength to easily take care of these crazy ninjas who only knew how to hack at people with cold weapons.
At this moment, he held a modified Glock 34 in one hand and a casually picked-up katana in the other, fighting his way down floor by floor.
Although his attitude was a bit arrogant, the Hand ninjas who came to stop him couldn't do anything about it.
The difference in strength was too vast!
These Hand ninjas couldn't even get close to him, let alone stop him.
His unreasonable gun-slinging technique was already difficult to dodge.
Even if they dodged it, they would be cut down by his blade once they got close.
From the top floor down to the 22nd floor, Russell walked easily, encountering no trouble whatsoever.
However, when he reached the 22nd floor, he finally stopped.
Not because he was tired!
But because he saw his targets for the night.
Two of his targets!
Murakami, wearing a white kimono, and Alexandra, wearing a white suit, appeared in his line of sight.
Surrounding them were more than twenty Hand ninjas wearing different colored ninja outfits.
Although Bakuto wasn't there, meaning he couldn't complete the mission in one go, he was quite satisfied to meet both Murakami and Alexandra simultaneously.
He had a clear understanding of his own luck and knew he wasn't some kind of 'European Emperor' (lucky person).
He had even prepared himself to deal with the Five Fingers of the Hand alone.
Murakami and Alexandra didn't waste words with him.
Seeing him arrive on the 22nd floor, they didn't hesitate and immediately ordered the surrounding ninjas to swarm him.
Are they looking down on me that much?
Although sending subordinates to test the enemy's strength first is a conventional approach.
The problem is, his ability to reach this point unscathed was already enough to explain everything.
In such a situation, Murakami and Alexandra still chose to let the Hand ninjas lead the charge, which felt a bit like looking down on him.
Looking at the swarm of Hand ninjas rushing towards him, Russell sighed helplessly.
As these Hand ninjas charged at him, he threw away the katana in his left hand, and the Glock 34 in his right hand was also thrown back into the system space.
The next second, a large, thick Gatling gun appeared in his hand.
The Gatling gun spitting blue flames made its appearance again!
Without any hesitation, he decisively pulled the trigger.
Da da da da da da da da...
A continuous hail of gunfire and the unique blue muzzle flash appeared simultaneously.
Bullets like a storm flew rapidly towards the Hand ninjas.
Times have changed!
Adhering to tradition is a good thing, but you must also keep pace with the times!
Unchanging traditions will be eliminated by the era!
Russell was not Daredevil; he had no intention of foolishly engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Hand ninjas.
He never minded using firearms to deal with cannon fodder that could be solved with hot weapons.
Murakami and Alexandra never expected that Russell would conjure a Gatling gun spitting blue flames out of thin air.
When they came up here to stop Russell, the intelligence they received was that Russell only had a pistol.
They did see the pistol, but they also saw a Gatling gun that appeared out of nowhere, and it was a Gatling gun spitting blue flames.
The moment the gunfire erupted, Murakami and Alexandra didn't hesitate and decisively moved into the adjacent corridor to avoid being inexplicably killed by the Gatling's spray.
They hid in the adjacent corridor, Escaped Gatling's fire.
But the Hand ninjas they sent out weren't so lucky.
In just a few seconds, these Hand ninjas who had swarmed forward were riddled with bullets by the Gatling gun, turning into ashes and disappearing, leaving behind a pile of cold weapons.
When all the charging Hand ninjas had turned into ash, Russell threw the just-stopped Gatling gun back into the system space and shouted to Murakami and Alexandra, who were hiding in the adjacent corridor: "Come out, I know you haven't left."
Russell ignored the cold weapons scattered on the floor and walked directly towards Murakami and Alexandra.
Perhaps seeing that he no longer had the Gatling gun in his hand, Murakami and Alexandra finally walked out of the adjacent corridor.
"Traveler, we have never offended you; are you intending to become our complete enemy?"
Murakami said in a cold tone, holding the katana that looked very expensive in his right hand.
"Alright, since you know I am the Traveler, why ask such nonsense?"
"Someone paid for your lives, and they paid very generously!"
Russell observed Murakami and Alexandra, speaking slowly.
On the surface, neither Murakami nor Alexandra seemed like people with great strength.
But if you thought that, you would be gravely mistaken.
The fact that they could escape from K'un-Lun and haven't been captured and killed by K'un-Lun until now is very telling.
Russell didn't know if Murakami and the others had received a graduation certificate from K'un-Lun.
However, one thing he was certain of was that if Murakami and the others were really that easy to deal with, Daredevil and his group would have taken care of them long ago, and Kingpin wouldn't have specifically asked him to act.
The Hand's reputation in the underground world, besides having a group of fearless and crazy ninjas, is more importantly due to the strength of the Five Fingers of the Hand themselves.
Without them dealing with those troublesome enemies, the Hand would just be an assassin group that could only bully ordinary people.
"Are you just going to stand there and look at me? K'un-Lun shouldn't have taught you how to kill with your eyes, right?"
Russell stopped about five or six meters away from Murakami and Alexandra and spoke to them.
Upon hearing him mention K'un-Lun, Murakami and Alexandra's expressions immediately changed.
How is that possible?
How did he know?
Murakami and Alexandra quickly exchanged a look.
He cannot leave here alive, absolutely not!
Under Russell's gaze, Murakami slowly drew the katana that gleamed with a cold light.
The moment the katana left its sheath, he didn't hesitate and shot towards Russell.
Although Murakami and Alexandra didn't have superhuman physiques, their physical abilities were far beyond ordinary people.
Chi!
The chi that the Iron Fist possesses, they also possess.
However, unlike the Iron Fist, their chi didn't originate from K'un-Lun's divine dragon Shou-Lao, but from Lei Kung's training.
In just the blink of an eye, Murakami reached Russell, swinging the katana down towards him.
Murakami's speed was very fast, so fast that a normal person wouldn't be able to react at all.
But unfortunately, Russell was not a normal person.
Just as the extremely sharp katana was about to strike him, Russell finally made his move.
He united his waist and stance, stepped forward half a step, and his right hand shot out like lightning, striking towards Murakami's chest.
Xingyi, Half-Step Crushing Fist!
Bang!
A dull thud like a war drum sounded.
Russell moved later but arrived first, his right fist striking Murakami's chest first, sending him flying backward.