The sequel broke everything that worked in the first part.
Trying to take the story beyond the quest rooms, the writers could not find anything better than to resort to coincidences. By the beginning of the first mystery, it becomes uninteresting to follow the plot, because it is possible to collect all participants of past brawls without their knowledge at one time by one metro car only by accident. No amount of money will help. Well, since the laws of logic do not work in this world, you can expect anything, any piano in the bushes, which destroys all interest.
The ubiquitous rich men Interpol is looking for are playing their games in downtown New York, stealing subway cars unnoticed, yeah.
Disclosure of new characters was considered completely unnecessary task, so only the main characters of the previous part are left to empathize, who suddenly begin to risk their lives, pulling out new comrades, who obviously do not care about them.
Differences in the directorial and theatrical versions only show that the script is so flawed and based on assumptions that you can play anything with it. So they screwed up the passerby. Ours and ours.