After Yuriko went upstairs and Sean blew up the second RPG round, there was no need to go into what happened next.
Sean left before the police arrived, departing by the Hudson River. Yuriko keenly kept pace with him.
As for how they would explain things to the police?
With Linda and Ava there, it was no problem.
They were the victims~
And the two surveillance cameras at the clinic were not just for decoration~
But Sean did not want to wrangle with the police. He had something more important to do!
Kill Kingpin!
Elektra's little nest was in Midtown West, the famous Clinton District, also known as Hell's Kitchen~
The public safety here...
Could only be described as a complete mess!
Even with Elektra's skills, she would probably have some trouble here. But assassins were very good at protecting themselves, and at least nothing had happened to her over the years.
Sean had already thrown away his white clothes. He wore only a black shirt on his upper body, and in the middle of the night, the several tears in it were not very noticeable.
Yuriko, on the other hand, was covered in bullet holes... She looked like performance art~
The piece of shrapnel in her body had yet to be forced out, and every movement hurt like hell~
Her hatred for Kingpin could not help growing a little stronger~
The taxi driver had not been too willing to go to Hell's Kitchen. Going there at this hour felt like delivering himself to his death.
But he still surrendered before Yuriko's five-hundred-dollar bill.
After hurriedly dropping them off, he drove away as though fleeing for his life.
Since they had called ahead, Elektra had already opened the door for them.
The apartment was small, just a suite.
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