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Chapter 104: If you don’t go to hell, you are not a vanguard! (ask for monthly ticket)

In the backyard of the farmhouse, two short mounds have quietly appeared on the empty land.

After Rorschach gently compacted the last handful of loess, he stood there, staring silently at the mound in front of him.

Although time is pressing, he would rather take more risks than let the Logans be left dead in the wilderness.

During the time he was digging, the scene of the Logans' death flashed through his mind countless times like a kaleidoscope.

Standing here at this moment, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soil and see the two people inside, and could touch their last breath.

At his feet, Brian was lying in front of the mound, whimpering softly. His silver fur had turned blood red, but he seemed to have returned to his carefree days when he followed his master, even though he knew his master was no longer alive.

"Hold"

After a long silence, Rorschach finally couldn't help but curse loudly.

Even now, he still didn't understand why the enemy was able to find him so quickly.

With the support of the two abilities, [Master of Stealth] and [Master of Trace], he could be one hundred percent sure that he was not exposed to any surveillance.

This is not the city!
Given the prevalence of surveillance facilities in the mountainous areas of Chicago's suburbs, you may have to walk more than ten kilometers before seeing a camera on the road.

Moreover, he had been running at full speed for several hours last night, and with the prison explosion and fire as cover, he calculated that it would take at least 24-36 hours for the enemy to confirm that he was not among the bodies of the prisoners, find his escape route, and arrange for pursuers!
But this time the enemy came so quickly!

Moreover, they first sent people to keep watch and then called for follow-up troops.

This only means that the enemy is very sure of his location.

Even with Rorschach's brain power enhanced by the [Master of Hidden Trace] and [Master of Trace], he could not imagine how the other party did it.

And the sniper just now also had a number behind his earlobe. Unlike the three killers in the prison before, the other party's number was 16, which seemed to be much higher.

This was an organization that Rorschach had never known about before. What made him even more surprised was that these guys seemed to be out-and-out killers.

For example, the three people in prison were able to hide steel needles, pistols and steel wires in their body parts in order to kill themselves.

He had come into contact with people from the CIA, but those guys were far from being so ruthless and decisive!
For a moment, there were so many things to think about.

Rorschach now feels that the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to him. Once the power of the state machine is mobilized, he will have no choice but to run around for his life.

The most important thing is that he has to figure out why the other party can find him so easily, otherwise he will just have to run around like this.

Forget about going to Washington, I'm afraid I can't even leave Chicago!
"Click."

A pendant in his palm opened gently. Rorschach looked at the girl named "Liz" on it and pursed his lips tightly.

The confidence that his expertise gave him led him to kill the kind old couple. All he can do now is to find their long-missed granddaughter who had been abducted for many years.

Perhaps such an action seems futile, but now only in this way can he feel a little relieved and feel that his actions have some meaning.

"Brian"

Rorschach squatted down and gently rubbed Brian's head. Now the man and the dog were covered in dried blood. If an ordinary person saw them, he would probably be scared out of his wits and turn around and run away.

"Let's go, man."

Rorschach loaded some guns and weapons and threw them into the pickup truck. After getting in the driver's seat, he stuck his head out the window and shouted to Brian, "Next time, let's come over to pay our respects, and let Logan and Jean bring their granddaughter along!"

Brian first turned his head to look at Rorschach, then barked a few times at the two graves in front of him, turned around and ran towards the pickup truck with a whimper.

Without opening the car door, the boy leaped in through the window and threw himself into Rorschach's arms.

“Good boy.”

Rorschach smoothed its fur vigorously and then placed it on the passenger seat.

After calming down, he took a deep breath, turned on the radio, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom of the accelerator accompanied by a hardcore rock song by AC/DC from the last century!
In the morning mist, a powerful roar accompanied by the roar of the engine roared.

“Highway to Hell!!!”

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Somewhere in Washington, in a command post deep underground.

"Lead them outside Central Park. Someone will meet you at the gate."

"Be careful. There are thirty-six of them, all wearing suicide vests. If you can't control them, knock them out first. Don't leave any of them behind."

"When this is over, bring them all to Base Three. I'll interrogate them one by one."

A few seconds later, with the response of "Go dark" coming from the voice, cheers suddenly rang out in the command center.

Jack put down the communication device in his hand. Although he successfully prevented a terrorist attack that was about to take place in New York's Central Park, there was no joy on his face.

He calmly lit a cigarette and looked deeply at the wall in front of him, wondering what he was thinking about.

Seeing this, the Counter-Terrorism Bureau staff around looked at each other and gradually stopped celebrating.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, their boss Jack always seems absent-minded recently.

Many people speculated that the other party’s beloved daughter was dating a boyfriend who was not worthy of being mentioned in public, which made the middle-aged man so depressed.

Soon, the intrusion of a woman broke the slightly silent atmosphere.

The newcomer had distinct facial features, short chestnut hair, and a stern gaze, possessing a natural androgynous beauty. Despite her petite figure, her posture was as straight as a pine tree, exuding a neat and capable aura.

Of course, the most important thing was that behind the woman's earlobe, which was half-hidden by her hair, a clear number "9" could be vaguely seen. Many employees immediately pretended to be busy upon seeing the newcomer, unwilling to make any eye contact with her.

Because the other party is Agent No. 9 of the [Crisis Suppression Team]: Samantha Shaw.

She is one of only three women among the top ten agents in the Strangler Team, a top killer agent who has completed nearly a hundred counter-terrorism operations alone.

"Jack."

As soon as the woman saw Jack smoking, she complained directly, "Why didn't you let me take the latest 'critical' mission released by the [Machine]? Instead, you only assign me these petty counter-terrorism missions. Are you questioning my ability?!"

Jack glanced at her calmly, "Are you questioning me?"

"I"

Xiao Yi, who was originally very aggressive, suddenly became discouraged when he heard this.

She forced a smile from her somewhat dissatisfied face, and her tone softened a bit. "You know me, Boss. I just don't understand. This is the first time our Stifling Team has received an extremely dangerous mission. How could you forget about me for such a challenging task?"

Jack slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and responded calmly, "This is the decision I made after discussing with the [Machine]. Not only you, but also No. 1 to No. 10, have not received this mission this time."

"What?" Xiao frowned in confusion and looked at Jack suspiciously, "Why is that? Do you know the target?"

"Don't think too much, Xiao. I do know him, but this won't affect my judgment on the counter-terrorism mission."

"If the other party is so dangerous, why not send out the most elite agents?"

"."

Jack didn't answer her for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "Do you want to know why?"

He put out his cigarette, stared at the other person, and said seriously: "Because I don't want to see you die!"

Xiao's pupils shrank suddenly. Before she could digest what he said, Jack added solemnly, "You can check Rorschach's file. When he was a rookie, he was just an ordinary soldier with decent marksmanship, but after a few battles, he was transformed! His tactical intuition is as sharp as a knife, and his individual combat capabilities have increased exponentially. He's accomplished those seemingly impossible missions all by himself!"

"It took him only a few battles to transform from a common soldier into a tactical expert! The combined battlefield achievements of the ten of you couldn't even begin to match the results he achieved during Operation Red Wings."

"And Rorschach has achieved such a record so many times on the anti-terrorism battlefield that you can't even count on one hand!"

"Do you know what the slogan of his former Screaming Eagles squad was?"

"If you don't go to hell, you are not a vanguard!"

"This is a warrior who fought his way out of hell. By not sending you there, we are actually protecting you."

Xiao's expression changed from dissatisfaction to shock.

She hadn't expected Jack to admire Rorschach so much.

As for doubt, that's not the case.

Because the slightly bald middle-aged man in front of her was the No. 1 captain of the Strangler Team a few years ago!
In the early days of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, he completed countless counter-terrorism missions on his own, and brought the Counter-Terrorism Bureau to its current legendary status!

"And you won't have the chance to touch him now."

Jack checked his watch. "Five minutes ago, an F-15 and three Black Hawks took off from Scott Base, targeting Rorschach in the mountains."

"Walter-Fuck?!"

Xiao's mouth opened in shock.

This was the first time she had seen fighter jets being used to fight terrorism within the country since she joined the Counter-Terrorism Bureau.

"Then he is dead?" Xiao muttered to himself.

Jack didn't say anything. He held the back of his head in his hands and looked up at the ceiling.

After a long time, he sneered:

"Who knows."

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The pickup truck sped along the mountain road.

Rorschach held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped the edge of the car window unconsciously with the other hand, constantly reviewing every decision he had made since he was released from prison in his mind.

“What went wrong?”

He still couldn't figure out how the enemy had locked onto his position so quickly.

In the passenger seat, Brian curled up in a ball, snoring evenly.

This voice inexplicably relaxed Rorschach's tense nerves a little.

Anyway, let's find a way to leave Chicago first, and then we'll go to Washington.
Suddenly, an emergency announcement from the car radio interrupted his thoughts:

"The Air Force Command issued an emergency notice today. Due to tactical exercises, temporary airspace control is now being implemented over the Gari Mountain area."

squeak--!
A sharp brake sound suddenly rang out!
"Woo!" Brian was thrown forward by inertia and woke up with a start. He looked at his owner who suddenly stopped the car in confusion.

Rorschach looked up through the windshield at the gloomy sky, and an ominous premonition was rapidly surging!

"Fuck, are you making such a big deal out of this?!"

(End of this chapter)