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Chapter 137 Rorschach Butcher, Location Locked!
Without a doubt, even with Rorschach's discerning eye, he had to admit that the woman in front of him was quite beautiful.

Of course, it's not without its flaws—for example, while her long, beautiful legs are eye-catching, her chest is flatter than she actually is.

But none of that matters. The key point is that this woman is clearly in cahoots with the CIA agents upstairs!

Rorschach stared intently at the muzzle of her gun, preparing to dodge to the side the moment she pulled the trigger, then lunge forward, lifting her gun-wielding wrist with one hand while striking her ribs with the other in a chop-like motion.

Although having a child attached to him might hinder his movements, it wasn't a difficult task for someone who had been through countless battles.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected.

The woman's finger had just touched the trigger when a screeching sound of brakes rang out!

A Bentley slammed into her waist, sending her flying!

By the time Luo Xia looked over, the woman had already fallen freely into the crowd of people watching the show on the roadside.

In the air, two dark figures spun and rolled onto the ground.

My shoe fell off.
"Rorschach!"

Harold leaned out of the driver's seat, his face deathly pale. "She...she...she's not dead, is she?!"

Luo Xia shrugged, looking at his partner who had been a complete liability throughout but had miraculously appeared at the last minute. "Who knows? But you're really creative, choosing to drive instead of using a gun."

Harold, who had never laid a hand on anyone before, couldn't hear Rorschach's teasing. He nervously stared in the direction where the female assassin had disappeared, secretly regretting his actions.

If I had known that driving a car was more dangerous than shooting a gun, I should have driven slower.

The wailing of the fire alarm, the intense gunfire, coupled with Rorschach's Hollywood-level high-rise descent and Harold's luxury car rescue, had drawn a large crowd of onlookers to the outside of the apartment building.

Although no one dared to approach Luo Xia and his group, everyone was frantically taking pictures of them with their phones.

"Shet."

Rorschach lowered his head in frustration and gave Harold a wink.

He quickly opened the Land Rover door, roughly shoved Mia, whose eyes were still closed, inside, and then sped away, slamming on the gas.

As he was leaving, he glanced at the passersby still filming through the rearview mirror and clicked his tongue in exasperation.

Now his whereabouts in New York are probably completely exposed.

In the back seat, Mia, who had been roughly thrown in, curled up in a ball, only daring to steal a glance at Luo Xia's furrowed brows in the rearview mirror when he wasn't looking.

She was initially skeptical about the man's identity, but when she heard the female assassin threatening to demand that Luo Xia hand over her, she became certain that this "male dancer" had truly come to rescue her.

"hiss"

A sudden, excruciating pain shot through my heel.

The burns from the flames began to flare up after the adrenaline subsided, causing her to groan in pain.

However, the man in the front seat only glanced at her coldly in the rearview mirror and made no other comment.

Half an hour later.

Inside the library, Rorschach finally couldn't contain his dissatisfaction and questioned Harold: "It's one thing to not figure out the source of the threat, after all, that requires preliminary investigation. But you only discovered it when CIA agents were already at the door? You didn't even have a figure out the exact number of them? Harold, is this your level of professionalism?!"

Harold didn't offer any explanation, but nodded with a grim expression: "I'm sorry, Rorschach, it was indeed my lack of preparation that put you in danger. I did investigate the residents on the same floor beforehand, but those agents had special identities. Each of their files seemed flawless on the surface, and to delve deeper, we would have to break through the NIS's firewall, which caused the delay."

Luo Xia shook his head and said nothing more.

After all, the two had only been working together for a few days. Although Harold was technically superb, it was understandable that he couldn't keep up with Harold's pace in terms of coordination.

"The good news is that we saved our target, but the bad news is..."

Luo Xia shrugged helplessly at him, "It looks like our identities are about to be exposed. Let's hurry up and find a new base and identity."

"Exposure?"

Harold frowned slightly upon hearing this, then said in confusion, "How could we have been exposed? The CIA destroyed the surveillance cameras on your floor, and I cut off the surveillance cameras for the entire street as soon as you appeared. Apart from eyewitnesses, there is no video recording at all."

"Didn't you see those citizens holding up their phones?" Luo Xia retorted. "They took pictures, but they couldn't upload them."

Harold adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "I can now modify the source code of all social media platforms; I have the highest administrative privileges. With the help of [machines], I can intercept and delete them the instant they post."

"That's true, but the federal government isn't stupid. They can just find a few witnesses and check their phones, right?"

Rorschach glanced at Harold speechlessly.

This guy has clearly been immersed in the online world for too long and has forgotten these simple and crude methods in the real world.

Harold then realized what was happening, and his expression turned somewhat serious.

"Forget about it, buddy, let's not worry about it for now."

Seeing his low spirits, Luo Xia, who was still angry, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Even if we are discovered, we can just go somewhere else."

“The address shouldn’t be that easy to expose, but,” Harold looked at him worriedly, “you’re probably going to face the Federation’s pursuit again.”

Surprisingly, Luo Xia laughed after hearing this, and said with a relaxed expression, "You have no idea how bored I've been these past few days. I'm just hoping someone will come and cause me trouble!"

After saying that, he glanced at Mia, whose eyes were red and who was clutching her ankle wound. Instead of comforting her immediately, he asked Harold, "Have you found the information on that weapons expert?"

"We haven't found much information about his whereabouts in New York, but there are photos of him in Europe. It's said that he's helping the local government in an Eastern European country develop a highly lethal superweapon!"

Harold pulled out a stack of freshly printed photos.

Luo Xia glanced at it casually, then his expression suddenly froze.

The photo shows a bald, middle-aged man with glasses, but the key figure is the three passersby on the street behind him.

He recognized all the passersby on the street, some asking prices at stalls, others holding newspapers.

These are all his subordinates and teammates from his time on the front lines of the fight against terrorism!
He recalled that after retiring, these men all went to Africa with General Hammer.
"interesting."

Luo Xia smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

What kind of weapon could make General Hammer and the federal government so covetous?!
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Downstairs from the apartment building.

The female assassin, who had been knocked away by Harold, struggled to her feet, her upper body remaining motionless in a shrimp-like position, moving slowly only with her legs, which were just over a meter long.

Arms crossed over the chest is the standard protective posture after a rib fracture.

At that moment, a group of men in suits rushed out of the building.

Upon seeing her, the leader of the group immediately berated her, "From now on, when you encounter the enemy, stop with your KGB-like nonsense! Just shoot! Because of you, an important target escaped!"

The woman raised her eyelids and gave him a cold glance. Despite her resentment, she remained silent.

As a traitor to the KGB, if she offends the CIA as well, there will probably be nowhere in the world except the East.

The man was about to continue scolding her when he was interrupted by a bespectacled, curly-haired man: "Don't make things difficult for Anna. There are so many of us, and she still got away. The point isn't the target, but that shirtless man."

"Captain, do you know him?" the team members asked eagerly.

Since its establishment, the secret operations team has suffered four or five casualties and seven or eight serious injuries in its first operation within the territory.

They had never been so humiliated before!

"Hehe, if it really is that person, his value is far greater than that of the princess of that small country."

The captain chuckled coldly a few times, then dialed an encrypted dedicated line.

"Mr. Secretary, we've found Rorschach!"

"Are you sure?" Old Joe's hoarse voice suddenly rose in pitch on the other end of the phone.

After receiving an affirmative response, the White House Situation Room issued the following instructions:
"Immediately summon all CIA covert operations teams within the country! I want to see this beast's corpse within three days!"

(End of this chapter)