O-Ren Ishii and John McClane fought savagely, trading blows and chasing each other from the second floor all the way down to the first. Both had emptied their guns, so it turned into pure close-quarters combat—steel, fists, blood.
Luca didn't have time to keep watching. He knew perfectly well that O-Ren Ishii couldn't possibly kill McClane.
"Leon, keep an eye on Richie and David and make sure they get out alive," Luca ordered. "And O-Ren Ishii too. If she wants to leave, McClane won't be able to stop her—but make sure he doesn't accidentally chop her to pieces."
This crazy Japanese woman swinging around a "vintage collectible blade" had very practical skills. Besides, everyone's assassination target tonight was Richie and his crew. Technically speaking, that made them allies.
"…Got it." Leon nodded, looking mildly exhausted. Acting was far more tiring than killing.
"Follow me."
In the corridor, Leon carried out Luca's instructions—shooting people while subtly shielding Richie and David as they retreated.
Richie and David were completely dumbfounded.
Who the hell was this guy dressed like a budget super-villain?
"You—"
"Don't ask questions," Leon cut him off. "I was assigned to cover your retreat. That's all you need to know."
He fired several clean shots, instantly dropping the Japanese gunmen blocking their path. Then he gestured sharply.
"Move."
The officers exchanged looks.
That marksmanship was absurd.
Under Leon's relentless cover fire, they withdrew smoothly and made it outside the clubhouse without casualties.
"Leave. Now," Leon said, turning and disappearing without another word.
Leon eliminated 17 enemy wile coverint the retreat.
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Upstairs, in a private room on the fifth floor, Luca shut off his system panel and turned back toward Elle Driver, who was tending her wounds on the sofa.
Gunfire echoed through the building, but the room itself was eerily quiet.
Elle was also studying the masked man in front of her.
Earlier, when she'd been surrounded by gangsters, he'd appeared out of nowhere with a typewriter case—yes, a literal typewriter case—helped her clear the room, and escorted her here.
"You've been staring at me this whole time," Elle said, cigarette dangling from her lips, her single visible eye narrowing. "Never seen a one-eyed woman before?"
Luca glanced at the black mamba coiled around her arm and teased, "I've just never met a woman who keeps snakes as accessories. I've heard women who keep snakes are always dangerously beautiful."
"Is that your idea of flirting?"
"Of course not." Luca shrugged. "People saying—'Snake and Scorpion Beauty.' It refers to women that's… unforgettable."
Elle blinked.
Her exposure to asian culture consisted mostly of surviving Pai Mei's temper tantrums. Subtle idioms weren't exactly her specialty.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said dryly. "So you helped me because I'm… unforgettable? Who are you? Cop?"
As a woman who really not that smart and need to rely on a notebook, she is also a bit neurotic. Elle wonder who the man behind the mask in front of her is
"Let me introduce my self, I'm an assassin too. Roberts is my target. That makes us allies."
"Really? Show me your face."
Luca pulled down his hood, flashed an infuriatingly handsome smile, then calmly put the hood back up.
Elle froze.
"…You're Luca Greco?"
She flipped open her notebook. Bill had specifically mentioned Luca—said cooperation was possible. O-Ren, however, had refused.
"I told you," Luca replied mildly. "We're in the same line of work."
He glanced at the notebook.
Who keeps field notes like a middle-school diarist?
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Character Card: Elle Driver
Rank: A
Source: Kill Bill
Skill: Snake Kiss
– +40% immunity to snake venom
– Venomous snakes will not attack you unless provoked
– Limited control over venomous snakes
Learning Requirement: Bond ≥ Friend + 40 Skill Fragments
Skill: Poison Eye
– +30% poison potency when applied to a target
– After losing one eye, activates "Fish Soup Effect": additional +30% toxicity and reduced detectability when poisoning through food
Learning Requirement: Bond ≥ Close Friend + 60 Skill Fragments
Bond: Attention
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Both skills revolved around poison. Solid assassin tools.
The "lose an eye" prerequisite, however, was outrageous.
Luca had zero interest in becoming monocular.
Excluding the traumatic half, Poison Eye was still attractive. Snake Kiss was niche but powerful—if you happened to be dealing with snakes.
Useful, but not urgent.
By contrast, the skill he truly wanted belonged to O-Ren Ishii:
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Character Card: O-Ren Ishii
Rank: SR
Source: Kill Bill
Skill: Snow Pavilion Zen Mind
– +20% hit rate with thrown or concealed weapons
– +15% danger perception
– In snowy terrain: additional +15% danger perception and +15% evasion
Learning Requirement: Japanese Swordsmanship Lv.5+, Bond ≥ Friend + 50 Skill Fragments
Skill: Hundred-Pace Snake King
– When leading a gang: +20% overall loyalty
– Applies Fear Suppression to lower-ranked gang members: −20% combat power and −20% resistance
Learning Requirement: Bond ≥ Close Friend + 100 Skill Fragments
Skill: Asura Killer Princess
– If both parents are deceased: combat potential unpredictable
– If parents were killed in revenge: +50%–100% combat power
– If someone insults or desecrates your bloodline: katana attacks ignore defensive stance and trigger guaranteed decapitation critical hit (requires Japanese Swordsmanship Lv.6+)
Learning Requirement: Bond ≥ Partner + 200 Skill Fragments
Bond: Follow
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Now that was the skill worthy of a peace ambassador.
Outside, the firefight intensified.
Luca stepped into the hallway, assessed the chaos, then returned and began scolding Elle in a low, furious voice.
"You were completely reckless tonight. You ruined my assassination setup. Who gave you permission to freelance like this?"
Elle clenched her jaw.
"Richie and Galante aren't easy targets. This isn't Tokyo."
"And if I hadn't intervened, you'd be dead."
She didn't argue.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with," Luca continued coldly.
Two SSR monsters. And me.
"The situation's blown. We retreat now. Once the Bonanno family reinforcements arrive, none of us are walking out."
"There's still a chance," Elle insisted. "Galante is still upstairs."
"I'll kill him later," Luca snapped. "But not tonight."
"If you want to stay and die, I won't stop you. I wonder if Bill will cry at your funeral."
Elle's expression darkened.
"Fuck Bill. He's probably out somewhere with his precious golden slut right now."
'Ah.'
So the Bride hadn't left yet. Still Bill's lover. Still in the honeymoon phase before the apocalypse wedding.
Luca sighed internally.
Assassins. So dramatic. This entire bloodbath could've been avoided with basic relationship communication—or at minimum, birth control.
His phone buzzed.
"The FBI and NYPD are on scene," Leon reported.
"Understood. Withdraw."
Luca turned back to Elle.
"Police are here. Wanna leave?"
She brushed past him. "Mention Bill again and I'll have my snake bite you."
Love turning into hate. Classic.
"If I actually kill Bill," Luca said lightly, "you and that girl would hunt me to the ends of the earth."
Elle paused, then glanced back.
"…Thanks for earlier, handsome."
Bond: Attention
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Downstairs, O-Ren Ishii was still locked in combat with McClane.
McClane was drenched in blood, fighting like a war-god dragged straight out of hell.
O-Ren was wounded, pale—but still lethal.
"Cottonmouth! Retreat!" Elle shouted.
O-Ren hesitated, fury flashing in her eyes, then disengaged.
She wanted to leave.
McClane couldn't stop her.
Seeing McClane pursue, Luca covered their exit, firing controlled bursts to suppress him.
McClane moved like a tank—predicting trajectories, diving behind cover, charging forward without hesitation.
They sprinted to the back exit.
Luca hurled a grenade inside and slammed the gate shut.
Boom.
The blast ripped the door apart.
Through smoke and debris, McClane emerged—disheveled, bleeding, still advancing.
He stormed into the street, cursing at their fleeing car.
Luca glanced in the rearview mirror and exhaled.
That man was insane.
A real action hero never looks back at an explosion.
In the back seat, O-Ren clutched her chest, blood staining her hand.
Elle briefly explained who Luca was and what had happened.
"Where are we going?" Elle asked.
"Somewhere neither the cops nor Bill can find you."
Luca pulled off his hood.
"There's a first-aid kit under the seat," he told O-Ren.
She studied his profile carefully, then nodded with solemn gratitude.
"Arigato… Mr. Greco."
Luca couldn't help sighing.
This elegant, soft-featured woman would one day rule Tokyo's underworld with rivers of blood.
Right now, she was just an assassin without her own empire.
And Luca suddenly remembered his elderly father—murdered in prison.
Oh, Lord.
Grant me strength.
I swear I will use it for good.
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