Finding out what criminals are planning can be long, tedious work. Ultraviolence needed to continue to clean New York. Maybe it was the multiple concussions, but Jackie felt a strange pull to the bandana. Some nights he would stare at it, listen to him talk. Maybe he was going insane. UV was becoming something. Jackie still had the power to shape him into whatever he wanted the people needed.
Facebook and the wider internet were the common cries for help were seen. Everyone in New York wanted UV. Kill their abusive boss, stop their drunk father from terrorizing the home, and countless more. Some even posted accounts pretending to be UV for the attention, but Rose put a stop to those, sending junk info to the fake's internet router to overload it. Some were just calls for vengeance, but sometimes you find something truly interesting. Rose after the date continued to hunt down Dan Heartly, the name Quinn gave with his dying breath, but in the meantime she had told Jackie about the Seoul Men in Hell's Kitchen.
Jackie, putting on the costume, listened to Rose as she gave some information. "The Seoul Men are a biker gang, as you know. They import and sell bootlegs and rare parts for bikes, as well as narcotics. Their symbol is the old Seoul flag."
"Seoul has a flag?" Jackie asked.
"Duh," Rose responded. "This one was used from 1947 to 1996." She showed a picture of the old flag. A blue background, with a yellow sun, bright and happy. "They modified the colors to black and gold. Their leader is Seo Myung, or The Butcher. He's ruthless." A picture of Seo posing in front of a bike appeared. He had short wavy hair, brown eyes, and an all around handsome face. Despite his nickname, he had no scars, nothing that indicated he was a bad man. Maybe that's what made him so dangerous. "He has nothing but a high body count to his name. He could use a meeting with Ultraviolence."
Jackie smirked, putting the bandana on. "Of course. Where do the guys stay?"
"Did some digging. The police were called last night at 50th Ave, at an old abandoned warehouse. They described something loud, like what you'd hear at a mechanic's shop. The police went there and found nothing, apparently. But that sounds like a chop shop to me. Try there, see where that gets you. But I'd be careful. There's probably dozens of dudes there."
"The more the better. I need to get better at what I do, after all."
As he went to leave Rose spoke up one more time. "I'm scared sometimes you're into this. Like the killing."
Jackie stopped, touching the doorframe. He turned slowly, facing her with the same stare that he gave his therapist. "No. Not at all." He said plainly. The validity of that statement was up for interpretation. He left, walking out into the cold November night. The chilly air lingered on his face, breathing out air that lingered longer. He felt like it could last forever. Summer would never come. New York deserved nothing but winter. Ultraviolence had to save the day.
He found his way to Hell's Kitchen avoiding the subway. Too many cameras. Jackie found himself standing at the old warehouse as Rose described. He pulled the mask down, letting Ultraviolence take over once again. As soon as he did, his eyes wandered up the building to the admin's offices. If anyone important showed up, it would be there. Jackie cared little about numbers. He wanted them all dead. He climbed up the old, shitty ladder. On the roof, he snuck his way to a window that led to an office. Peering inside, he could see about four men in that office.
Without much of a plan, Jackie stormed in with his Glock. He popped the first two with guns right in the head. He didn't see another thug with a bat swing at his head. The sound of metal hitting skull was a loud ping, but Jackie only stumbled with a bleeding forehead. He got back up and shot the bad wielder in the gut twice up close. The last guy, who shook off the shock, aimed his AK at Jackie, only for him to use a Seoul Man as a body shield. Bullets ripped through the gang member, making the other stop momentarily. That gave Jackie a shot to throw the dead thug down and fire a shot right into his throat, making him collapse and bleed out on the floor.
More had to come, so Jackie turned off the lights, broke the switch, and hid in the dark as two more rushed in, guns drawn. They were yelling commands in Korean. Finding out the switch no longer worked, the two crept in the dark looking around, seeing nothing but the void. Jackie, bandana slowly staining with his own blood from the bat strike, pounced from the dark, plunging his knife into the back of the attacker's throat. He had no time to gasp, as iron replaced his vocal cords. Jackie turned and shot the other point blank in the face, making it unrecognizable with how destructive the bullet was.
Jackie grabbed an AK off the ground and marched into the hallway, seeing three more Seoul Men charge at him with pistols. Jackie calmly walked them down, firing at the three. He killed two, with a third shooting right into Jackie's chest. The armor protected him, but he stumbled against the wall as he fired the last of his AK, killing the man. He felt like he got hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, but he shrugged it off, kicking in the door to see Seo. He was leaning against the window, calmly smoking as he stared out at the street. "Ultraviolence."
"I see news travels fast," UV said.
"You've been killing gang members. It was only a matter of time."
"That pizza shop. Marcello's. Why did you destroy it?"
Seo shrugged. "They didn't like my business offer."
UV charged Seo and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest, blood spraying all over his jacket and bandana. "Violence will be your only business." He said as the last of Seo drained on the floor, pooling. UV dropped the body, pulled out the marker, and wrote his tag on the window before leaving.
As he left, Jackie walked past a mirror. Seeing himself in the costume, the blood and mayhem he represented. He wanted to help people right? This was justice.
Right?