POV Rio
I look at all the loot I got from Kilgrave, and I have to admit it was some pretty decent stuff. Kilgrave owned the hotel and a few other properties. I would have to do some legal shenanigans to move them to my name, but I had a feeling Saul Goodman could do it. Besides that, I also got a good amount of gold, jewels, and around 6 million dollars in cash. The cash was made into a literal bed, and I was confident that Kilgrave slept on it at least once. But at least he didn't do the deed on it, likely because he learned sleeping on money is really uncomfortable. Of course, the money wasn't all 100-dollar bills. Most were in random denominations. I even found some 2-dollar bills.
I also used this chance to start getting rid of my hot merchandise. To do this, I apparated to Greece under a disguise and made a trip to the Louvre via an invisible flight on my magic broom. I wanted to donate all the stolen artwork. I could likely find some buyers, but it was honestly more hassle than it was worth. And at least in the Louvre, I could have the artwork displayed to the world. All of the donations were anonymous, and it cleared out some of my inventory. Even if the criminals I stole from find out the Louvre has them, it will be basically impossible to retrieve them without stealing them. And while some might take that risk, most will be more focused on finding out who donated them.
The other items I started selling in this disguise, which was basically a highly realistic fake face combined with some enchantments to make me look so completely different that nobody would even think of me when they say my disguise. As for who I was disguised as? Victor Reznov. Which I confirmed doesn't exist in this reality, at least not one that looks like the one from the game.
I moved through various countries selling my goods. Unless the items were found to be culturally or historically important, I sold them. There were plenty of greedy people willing to take hot goods or those who had no idea they were stolen from several gangs in New York. Through this, I was able to unload a vast majority of the loot I had gotten up to that point. The gold was the easiest to sell. That's always in high demand and is basically impossible to trace back to anyone once it was stolen if you melt it down.
If I count all the assets I obtained from Kilgrave as well as those I had robbed from the various gangs, but excluding the things that have no value for now, such as all the artifacts I looted and the property and forest I sort of own. I had 76 million dollars. I could likely breach 100 million if I sold the various properties I owned, excluding the forest manor and Mystery Shack. Which is exactly what I started to do under the same Reznov pseudonym. All the money I made was mostly sent to a Swiss bank account I set up recently. The properties were thankfully the easiest to sell, as the 2008 financial crisis hadn't started in this reality. So real estate was a fantastic way to make money. But I could already see the signs of that crash, so I wanted to remove the properties now rather than after the price crash.
It didn't take long to sell the properties, with the only one I didn't sell being the magic house. But with all that done, I was correct in believing my liquid assets breached the 100 million dollar mark. But that still wasn't enough if I wanted to make insane money from Stark Industries. As such, it was time to head to London. It was almost December, and I wanted to hopefully be done with all the artifacts I had looted from the Luna Temple.
"In and out twenty-minute adventure," I joke to myself.
POV Shift Kingpin
"Gentlemen, we have a problem," I say to the several gan representatives present.
"We have many problems, but why did you bring us all here?" asks Viggo.
"Each one of us has suffered a setback from an unknown individual or group. So far, none of us has managed to locate these troublemakers. In fact, from what I've heard, none of us has even gotten a look at them," I explain.
"That was nearly a month ago. They stop hitting our stuff," Vladimir Ranskahov comments.
"Yes, but we still haven't been able to locate them or our stolen merchandise. None of you really think we should just let this disrespect go, do you?" I respond.
"Even the High Table hasn't been able to find anything. Why should we bother?" Viggo asks.
"It's true they haven't made any progress, but I've been told they are working on it," Don Gambino says.
"Well, it seems I'm the first to find info. I had some people in the Louvre, and they tipped me off that the museum had seen a large amount of donations recently. Artwork specifically. Our Artwork," I comment.
That gets everyone's attention.
"How much are we talking here?" Viggo asks.
"Can't say for certain, but my guys tell me it's likely all the works we had lost. And it was donated anonymously, but I managed to trace it back to a Victor Reznov, a Russian," I reply.
Everyone looks at Viggo and the other Russians present.
"Don't look at us like that! The only person who could pull this off was the head of the Russian Mafia. But there's no way he would do this. It would mess with his position on the High Table," Vladimir Ranskahov defends.
"He's right, nobody on the High Table would do this just to donate the artwork," Don Gambino says.
"Exactly my thoughts. But it doesn't mean we can't put a price on the capture of Victor Reznov. At the bare minimum, he can lead us to more people who might be involved in this affair, and at best, he's responsible for the attacks. So I say we pool our resources. We all pitch in for the price," I offer.
"How much we speakin' 'ere?" O'Flanegan asks.
"20 million," I speak.
"20 million, are you insane?!" Vladimir Ranskahov says.
"They stole far more from us than that, and we can't exclude the possibility that either this guy is a freak or he's part of something bigger," I caution.
"I'll speak with the other families. I have no doubt they can get the High Table to subsidize the cost a bit to increase the price. But we need to make it clear that we need him alive," Don Gambino says.
"I agree, Reznov is useless to us if he is dead. But with enough of a price, every assassin, thug, and two-bit gangster in the world will be looking out for him. Heck, even Shield might start looking," I say with a smile.
We discuss it a bit more, and everyone eventually agrees to create a joint account for this bounty, and that this doesn't change any other relations outside of this. We can still attack each other and make moves, but when it comes to Reznov, we are on the same page. Without a doubt, everyone had their own plans, but I couldn't care less. I would make this city mine one way or the other.
An hour after we all parted ways, everyone got the notification.
[Victor Reznov
Bounty: 30 Million USD
Target must be captured alive. Whereabouts unknown. Pictures included. ]
POV Shift Jessica Jones
After leaving that place, I didn't want to think about it ever again. But I also didn't really know what to do from here. I felt ashamed of what happened, but at the same time, I never wanted to feel like that again. As I was thinking about this, I realised I was subconsciously rubbing the business card I was given. The card looked simple. It had the name, Rio Pines, as well as a phone number, but nothing else.
'Maybe I should give him a call. Question seemed to be a good guy, all things considered.'
I was torn. I wasn't ready to talk about what happened, or rather what almost happened. But I also didn't want to give up on my dream. I have powers. I can do good, but the first thing I did was get captured and nearly raped.
'Ugh. This shit's annoying. I need a drink.'
I reach for some borubon, but I pause and then don't grab the bottle after all. Then I decided to call my sister.
"Hey sis," I speak.
"Jess? I haven't talked to you in a while. What's going on?" Trish asks.
"I uh, can I come over. I have to tell you something," I say nervously.
"Of course! You didn't even have to ask. My doors always open for you," Trish responds cheerfully.
"Okay, I'll head there now," I answer.
"Sure, thing sis. And... Are you okay? You sound down," Trish asks.
"I'm... I'm fine, but I'll explain everything when I come over," I answer.
"Okay, I'll be waiting," Trish says with a somewhat subdued tone.
I hang up, and I already start regretting my choice.
'Stupid Question! Why did I listen to a complete stranger! UGH!'
It was too late to turn back now, so I had to face the music, or else I knew Trish would come looking for me.