Regardless of the storm the Gucci Family massacre would stir up tomorrow, the man in black—who had just finished a killing spree—was now racing through the New York night.
He moved like a ghost, using both hands and feet to weave swiftly through the gaps of the steel jungle!
Kicking off walls, dashing forward, pouncing, rolling—his movements were so fluid they sent chills down the spine.
From time to time, metallic claws shot out from his hand, latching onto high walls with a sharp "shing!", pulling him up onto rooftops dozens of meters above the ground. The cold city of New York felt like his own backyard, a place where he could move freely at will.
Even more terrifying was that, despite his incredible speed, he could always blend perfectly into the shadows or the blind spots of neon lights.
Even if someone followed his entire trajectory, they would only glimpse something like a ghostly gust of wind flashing through the darkness before vanishing instantly.
After running for a while, he finally arrived at the rooftop of an apartment building near Central Park in Manhattan.
In fact, he had passed this place at least three times, but he still circled around several more times to make sure he wasn't being followed before slipping down through the rooftop skylight.
"Haa…"
Inside his safehouse, Kevin O'Connor let out a long breath as the tension in his body finally began to fade.
He started removing his equipment piece by piece before heading toward the bathroom.
His custom coat—made of leather and Kevlar—was tossed casually onto the floor, followed by belts and concealed weapons. Gradually, a lean yet powerful body was revealed, like that of a top predator.
His short, messy brown hair framed a rugged Irish face. His skin was slightly darker than usual, and while he wasn't strikingly handsome, he radiated a strong and aggressive aura.
His muscles were tight like coiled steel wires, hiding explosive strength beneath clean, defined lines.
Under the warm water, his mind began reviewing the operation from tonight:
"The infiltration was perfect… before that unlucky guard was discovered, I had already finished everything in the meeting room.
The cameras might have caught a few frames, but it shouldn't matter.
Luckily, they're mobsters—they don't install cameras inside their own homes. Otherwise, it would've been troublesome."
"With this, the Gucci Family mission is basically complete. I spent two months roaming all over New York, attacking them just to force them into gathering in one place… and this was only an initial mission, yet it was already this troublesome. The future doesn't look easy."
His current name was Kevin O'Connor.
He had arrived in this world several months ago.
Before that… according to his memories, he "should" have been someone from Spain named Xabi Celia.
He said "should" because this world was so strange that he could no longer be certain:
Had Xabi transmigrated into this world? Or had Kevin, an American, simply inherited someone else's memories?
Xabi had been a journalist. Despite struggling in the media industry, he was well-informed. And since he was single with no family, he had nothing tying him down after transmigrating.
Even better, this time he was born into a wealthy family—the O'Connor Family—with assets worth billions.
But there was just one "small problem"…
His memories awakened during his parents' funeral.
Even now, he still remembered that day—not because of his love for his parents, but because of the people he saw there.
The good news: he had fully inherited all his memories.
The bad news: his life and relationships… were unbelievably dangerous.
Let's rewind to three months ago…
At a cemetery outside New York, Kevin stood in front of two coffins—his parents'.
That was the very first moment he regained consciousness.
As the priest prayed, his memories began identifying the people around him:
First: his girlfriend, Maria… beautiful, gentle… (and most importantly, a free girlfriend after transmigration!).
But the problem… why did she look exactly like the Scarlet Witch?!
Before he could think further, his aunt Lenore came over, crying as she hugged him.
But… why did she look like Jean Grey?!
At that moment, Kevin genuinely feared he might see a bald man in a wheelchair… but the appearance of his uncle Bryan Mills and his daughter Kim pulled his thoughts back.
At least his aunt wasn't a world-destroying mutant…
But would he become a target in one of his uncle's future rescue missions?!
As the funeral began, he had no time to think.
According to his memories, he had been close to his parents… but their deaths in a "terrorist attack" in Europe felt extremely suspicious.
Just from his uncle's expression alone, Kevin knew something was off—but this was definitely not the time to investigate.
The O'Connor Family was wealthy and well-connected, so many people came to offer condolences:
His relative: Kate Beckett, a police detective Her superior and his father's childhood friend: John McClane An old man named Winston who ran a hotel A handsome lawyer named Kevin Lomax Neighbors: a woman named Beatrice and a man named Robert McCall
After the funeral, Kevin returned home with his mind nearly shut down.
After convincing his girlfriend to leave him alone, he finally snapped:
"Taken… Castle… Die Hard… John Wick… Kill Bill… The Equalizer… even The Devil's Advocate?!"
All of them… in the same world?!
Did anyone even ask about copyright?!
And these were just the ones he noticed… what about the rest?
This world… was a disaster.
Just one funeral… and it gathered several people capable of slaughtering hundreds!
Could things get any worse?!
And the most terrifying part…
How many other "protagonists" were out there, waiting for their stories to begin?
Would there be horror movie killers?
Zombies?
Sci-fi wars?
For a moment, Kevin even wished there was some giant purple guy who would snap his fingers…
It didn't matter who disappeared—as long as half the people in this world vanished.
Because honestly… This world was far too chaotic.