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Chapter 115 "May my mercy be greater than my anger!" (asking for monthly tickets)
"Ha ha ha ha."

Laughter echoed throughout the simple hotel room.

Under Harold's puzzled gaze, the laughter was high-pitched and passionate at first, then became more and more crazy, and now it had a creepy flavor.

Especially when he saw Rorschach's eyes, which revealed a deep coldness even when he was laughing.

Harold

Rorschach suddenly stood up from the bed and stood in front of the guy with his upper body naked.

"tell me."

He looked at the other person indifferently and asked in a deep voice: "Who do you think you are?"

Harold frowned in confusion. "I, I don't understand what you mean."

The next second, a big hand suddenly grabbed his neck!
Rorschach lifted Harold from his seat with one hand, staring into the terrified eyes behind his glasses. He growled in a suppressed voice, "You think you can persuade others to let go of their blood feud just by pretending to be compassionate?! Do you think you're a saint?! And do you think I'm a coward?!"

Harold's face flushed crimson, but he stubbornly refused to beg for mercy. He just squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat: "Believe me, Rorschach, I'm just like you. I've lost someone very important in my life. But killing people for revenge doesn't solve any problems at all. This is the cold reality, not some old Hollywood revenge movie."

Bang.

Rorschach suddenly let go, and Harold fell heavily to the ground.

"I'm very grateful for your help along the way, Harold. If you hadn't helped me cover up the information, I'm afraid more innocent people would have died along the way. But that's all."

Rorschach slowly turned around and looked out the window.

Outside the motel late at night, the wild laughter of truck drivers and ladies could be heard one after another, but it had nothing to do with him.

From the moment he walked out of prison, the only word left in his mind was revenge!

"Rorschach."

Harold frowned, still trying to persuade him: "I used to be just like you. After my friend died, I was madly wanting revenge for him. I tried to stop the Department of Justice from passing the [Machine] surveillance bill. I spent a lot of money to hire assassins from some unheard-of agencies to assassinate the murderer and the then Attorney General!"

"But what's the result? So what if the murderer dies?!"

The short man was so excited that his voice trembled. "The surveillance bill was passed! I originally created the [machine] to protect the country, but now it's become their tool for monitoring the entire United States! Even though the murderer is dead, those behind the scenes are still at large! This kind of society operates like the laws of nature. Do you understand, Rorschach? You can't kill them all! You killed Pelari, do you think the black president and Joe will let you go so easily?"

"That's the fucking Speaker! Third in line to the President!"

Looking at the other person's excitement, Rorschach couldn't help laughing and shook his head helplessly.

He nonchalantly toyed with the coffee cup on the table and said in a flat tone, "You are too cowardly, Harold. You wield such a powerful weapon as the [Machine], yet you can only act like a thief, sneaking around doing things you think are righteous when the Federation isn't paying attention."

"You and I are not on the same path at all."

Rorschach's tone was icy. "No one can stop me from killing her. Do you know why?"

"Because the entire Federation is rotten to the core. The law has become a toy of politicians, and justice has become a fairy tale for weaklings like you. Pelari must die, not because she deserves it..."

boom!
Rorschach crushed the mug in his hand and said in a low voice, "It's because only by using her blood can those scum remember forever that blood debts must be paid with blood!"

He turned to look at the silent Harold and pointed at the scars on his body that had not yet healed. "Look at these scars, and then think about the innocent children in the cellar and the kind couple in Garry Hill."

"You want me to let go of my hatred? Okay."

"Wait till I hang her intestines from the Capitol flagpole! Wait till I stuff her eyeballs into every accomplice's mailbox!"

Rorschach grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile. "Then I might consider your suggestion."

He patted Harold's shoulder gently and said sincerely, "You are a good man, Harold. Although I don't know why you want to help me, I think you must be in trouble and need my help. If you are willing, I will come to you after I kill Pelari and come back."

Harold stared into the other person's determined eyes, sighed inwardly, and asked quietly, "Do you think you can come back?"

“Haha, who knows?”

Rorschach smiled and shook his head.

Harold observed the other man's carefree demeanor and fought the urge to tell him the Machine's assessment of the success rate of his revenge attempt. "Tomorrow night, at the Potomac River dock, there's a white Benetti three-decker yacht. I'll be waiting there for you...if you can make it back."

"Hahaha, then you'd better prepare a seafood feast for me, paired with top-notch whiskey and cigars. Oh, and a generous portion of premium dog food!"

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early morning.

Outside the Capitol.

Rows of bulletproof Escalades were parked steadily at the gate, looking majestic.

Pelari was dressed in a blue knitted suit and her golden curly hair was meticulously combed, making her look radiant.

Under the strict protection of fifty special agents, she walked into the building with her head held high and chest puffed out, striding quickly.

Ever since Rorschach disappeared without a trace from the Gary Mountains and the [Machine] could no longer collect any electronic information about Rorschach, she had to bring a large team of special agents with her almost every day when she went out to feel a little at ease.

With the means of that Chicago redneck, it would be easy for him to find out that he was the mastermind behind all this, so she had to be on high alert until he was caught.

Inside the building, Jack suddenly walked out in a hurry.

After seeing Pelari's cautious look, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and then decided to ignore the other party and walk past him.

But in the next second, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He frowned and answered the call.

"Are those killers with numbers behind their earlobes from your Counter-Terrorism Bureau?"

Jack's heart tightened when he heard the familiar voice. He glanced at Pelari and replied in a low voice: "Rorschach, these agents are beyond my control. They..."

"I know, it's the machine that's controlling it, right?" Rorschach's unhurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jack was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

This guy actually knew about the existence of the [Machine]?!
"Jack, I have no ill will towards you. On the contrary, I am very grateful for the help you have provided me in the past days. Therefore, your name is not on my revenge list."

"You've arrived in Washington?"

Jack bit his lip, frowned, and advised, "Kid, if you really want to thank me, then leave now! Go to Latin America, the East, or even Africa to find your old boss. Hammer is now the local tycoon of East Africa, and he won't treat you unfairly."

"I will go, but not now."

"Rorschach!"

Jack couldn't help but emphasize his tone, "Do you know how much of an impact what you're about to do will have on this country?! Do you really want to be defined as the number one criminal on the federal wanted list?! Just for the sake of me being Ginny's father, can you please leave Washington first? I'll come find you in the next few days and we can have a good chat!"

"Then you'd better start praying now."

"what?"

“Pray for my mercy to prevail over my wrath.”

"Rorschach."

"By the way, remember to inform Peralli that I will go to her to collect the debt at 8 o'clock tonight."

Jack glanced at Pelari, who was surrounded by numerous special agents, and said softly, "I'm about to go to California for a mission. I don't think I have time to remind him."

The next second, Rorschach's voice came from the microphone: "Don't bother, because she is right next to you now."

Jack turned around suddenly, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The streets are crowded with cars and pedestrians, and the glass of tall buildings reflects the dazzling sunlight.

There was no sign of Rorschach, only the busy tone after the phone was hung up echoing in my ears
(End of this chapter)