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Chapter 138 The Expert on Lust at First Sight! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Is it possible to find out exactly what weapons this weapons expert developed in Eastern Europe?"

"needs time."

Harold's fingers flew across the keyboard. "We don't even know which country he serves; we can only trace his movements backward."

"Since this guy is a nuclear weapons expert, could he be researching new types of nuclear bombs?"

“This Rorschach, you may not know. In the field of weapons experts, nuclear physics expert does not necessarily mean that the other party only studies nuclear bombs. This title covers too many fields, which only indicates that his level of secrecy is extremely high.”

"Ok."

Rorschach leaned against the back of Harold's chair, staring at the scrolling code on the screen.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand why Harold could find so much information by simply typing in a string of blue codes without using a mouse or Google.

A few minutes later, he gave up trying to decipher the incomprehensible characters.

He stroked his chin with his fingers, pondering the connection between the weapons expert, the CIA, and General Hammer.

Luo Xia was unaware of other matters, but he knew Old Man Mo all too well.

This veteran general has been in charge of anti-terrorism operations behind enemy lines for many years. His team includes elite units with official designations, such as Rorschach, as well as many more "shadow units" like secret action groups.

Hammer's lifelong dedication was to fight for the honor and compensation that these unsung heroes deserved.

But when Congress rejected his proposal for the third time, the old-school military man's convictions completely crumbled.

His gun was no longer pointed at the terrorists, but turned towards the White House.

Strictly speaking, it's not wrong either.

After all, for 70% of the world's population, the people in the White House are the biggest terrorists.

The weapons expert who was able to be monitored by Old Man Murdoch in advance, and was eventually intercepted by the CIA secret operations team and brought back to New York, must have been extremely valuable.

This is why Rorschach became increasingly curious about what kind of weapon the two sides were fighting over.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to the sofa.

There, Mia was clutching her ankle, staring wide-eyed at Brian.

This princess from a small country probably has no idea what kind of vortex she has been drawn into.

"Harold."

Luo Xia lowered his voice and asked, "What do we do now? Right now, it's probably not just the CIA, but the entire city's police force, all frantically searching for her."

Harold pursed his lips, somewhat hesitantly, "The CIA has made such a big move this time, they certainly won't give up on her so easily. How about letting her stay with us for a few days?"

"This is your territory, you can make the decisions here."

After receiving a reply, Rorschach continued, "Do you think it's possible that this woman's country is developing some kind of weapon of mass destruction? Isn't that weapons expert a citizen of Genovya?"

"Ginovia?"

Harold immediately shook his head and explained, "That's just a small European country about the size of Iceland, but not as wealthy. It doesn't even have a standing army, just a few hundred coast guard members. Wouldn't a country like that be courting death by developing dangerous weapons?"

Luo Xia shrugged; he was just saying it casually.

If the machine hadn't popped up Mia's number, he wouldn't have known that Genovya existed.

"However, the royal family of this country is quite wealthy."

Harold stared at the computer screen, adding without looking up, "I did a quick check today, and the Mia family's net worth exceeds two billion US dollars. They own real estate all over the world, making them quite wealthy even among royalty."

"is it?"

Luo Xia was somewhat dismissive; even if this girl had a net worth of tens of billions, it had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, ever since he met Harold, a super-rich man who can casually buy several yachts worth hundreds of millions, he has long lost his concept of money.

Speaking of which, it's time to talk to Harold about his salary.

Although he didn't have many expenses, he still had a "son" to support!

"Um, Harold, it might not be the right time to talk about this."

Luo Xia cleared his throat and grinned, "Shouldn't we discuss the salary issue?"

"salary?"

Harold looked up in surprise. "I gave you a dozen or so fake bank accounts, each with a million dollars in them. Isn't that your salary?"

"That's for me?!" Rorschach was stunned in shock.

He thought it was just operating funds!
"That's great!" Rorschach nodded in satisfaction. "Now Wesley's surgery fees, college tuition, and even money for buying a house and getting married in the future are all taken care of."

Harold chuckled upon hearing this: "If it's about the deaf-mute boy who saved you when you were seriously injured, then you don't need to worry too much. Before meeting you, I had already set up an anonymous trust fund with that boy as the beneficiary."

"If all goes well, a hospital will perform the surgery for him free of charge before Christmas as a charity. When he turns eighteen, he can also inherit the five million US dollars in the trust."

Harold winked playfully. "Good people should be rewarded, shouldn't they, Rorschach?"

"Haha, that's how it should be."

Rorschach patted his partner on the shoulder.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say to express his gratitude. In his heart, Harold was already his savior, and any extra formalities would only seem distant.

The initial frustration caused by the exposure of his identity has eased considerably.

Harold was still busy searching for information, so Rorschach stopped bothering him and turned his attention to Mia, who was curled up on the sofa with a pained expression.

Seeing the two-finger-wide wound on her heel, he raised an eyebrow, walked over, and pulled the girl up from the sofa.

Mia was somewhat at a loss, but at this moment she dared not disobey Luo Xia's actions, so she could only obediently limp along as he pulled her toward the bathroom.

“Lift up your injured foot and put it in,” Rorschach said, pointing to the sink.

Mia blinked in confusion and muttered softly, "Just give me a bottle of iodine, won't rinsing it with water just introduce more bacteria?"

"This is a burn, not a cut. Although iodine can kill bacteria, the alcohol and iodine in it will irritate the wound, worsen the pain, and delay healing."

Luo Xia pointed to the locker under the sink, "If you're not afraid of pain, the iodine is in there, feel free to use it."

Mia immediately fell silent; she had no idea the difference between a burn and a cut.

She glanced timidly at the man in front of her, then lifted her injured foot to put it in the sink. But as soon as she bent her ankle, a sharp pain shot through her, and she staggered backward.

Just as she was about to fall, a large hand firmly grabbed her outstretched arm in her panic.

A strong force pulled her forward, and then she was lifted up by one arm around the waist.

"what!"

Mia gasped in surprise. Amidst her horrified gaze, Rorschach supported her waist with one hand and her legs with the other, placing her feet into the sink.

"crash"

The tap was turned on, and the cold water flowed over the scalded skin, causing Mia to involuntarily frown in pain. "Cold water rinsing can lower the temperature of the deeper tissues of the skin."

Rorschach explained expressionlessly, "After rinsing for about five minutes, you can apply Vaseline or burn ointment, and then bandage it with gauze."

Mia lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.

For a moment, only the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom, and the atmosphere became strangely awkward.

Harold, who was working at his computer, couldn't help but peek inside. Seeing the two people in such an outrageous position in the bathroom, his expression immediately turned strange.
"It's just washing my feet, do I really need to carry her like a princess?"

Standing in front of the sink, Mia sensed the awkward atmosphere and mustered her courage to look up at the man in front of her: "May I know your name?"

"What?" Rorschach shifted his gaze from her fair feet, looking at her with amusement. "Just think of me as the knight in shining armor who saves the princess in a movie, right?"

"Uh"

Mia opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever met a real princess."

Luo Xia suddenly spoke up, saying with great interest, "You are indeed very different from the princess I imagined."

Mia's expression darkened, and she asked softly, "Is it because I'm not as beautiful as a real princess?"

“Hmm? Of course not.” Rorschach immediately shook his head, raising an eyebrow. “Believe me, even in Hollywood, your beauty is enough to outshine everyone else.”

Hearing this, Mia's eyes widened in surprise: "But, but, no one in school has ever said I'm pretty, and no boy has ever pursued me."

"Oh, so you've never had a boyfriend before?" Rorschach asked curiously.

"Ah."

Mia said softly, "Six months ago, I was the most unsophisticated and inconspicuous student in school. Suddenly one day, a very wealthy queen appeared and said that I was her only granddaughter and the heir to the throne of a certain European country. From that day on, my world seemed to have completely changed."

Luo Xia suddenly realized why Mia not only lacked the spoiled temperament of a princess, but also seemed somewhat inferior and shy. It turned out that she had only recently learned of her princess identity and had been an invisible person at school before.

He chuckled and said, "I bet your classmates are all incredibly jealous now that they know you've inherited the princess's position, right?"

"Jealousy? No way."

Mia replied blankly, "They were all very nice to me after they found out. The female classmates who used to look down on me are now vying to be my friends. And I was even elected queen of the prom."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xia couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

In retrospect, she was not only insecure, but also naively foolish.

Still treating you well?

Maria is so jealous she's about to drug you.
A few minutes later, after rinsing the wound, Rorschach carried her back to the sofa, found a box of burn ointment and a roll of gauze, and carefully bandaged her wound.

Seeing his considerate manner, and especially noticing that Rorschach's neck and arms had more severe burns than her own, Mia was secretly moved.

He seemed to have completely forgotten the experience of being roughly thrown into a car in front of the apartment building, and watched intently as Rorschach gently bandaged his wounds.

Not far away, Harold, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but look down and exchange a glance with Brian.

Even if you're attracted to the beauty of this princess from a small country, is it really necessary to personally bandage her wounds?

And if he remembered correctly, Rorschach had a girlfriend at the Upper East Side Police Station, which was only a half-hour drive away.

After Luo Xia finished bandaging her wound, Mia gently stroked the slightly itchy wound and asked curiously, "Will this leave a scar in the future?"

“If you apply the ointment every day, it should disappear in a month or two,” Luo Xia said truthfully.

Mia nodded slightly, but her brows furrowed unconsciously.

Her princess succession ceremony is in three days, and her grandmother has repeatedly reminded her to pay attention to royal etiquette, but now she has a burn scar on her leg.

She was afraid of embarrassing herself in front of everyone, and even more afraid of disappointing her newly recognized queen grandmother.

However, this concern was quickly diverted.

Before her, Luo Xia was roughly grabbing a handful of burn ointment and haphazardly applying it to his neck and arms, his movements far less meticulous and gentle than when he was applying medicine to her.

Seeing that he couldn't reach the wound on his side, Mia couldn't help but smile and took the medicine box from him, saying, "Let me help you apply the medicine."

Perhaps emboldened by their conversation in the restroom, Mia, without waiting for Luo Xia's consent, carefully applied ointment to his wound with a cotton swab.

The movements were so gentle, as if they were protecting a fragile feather.

Luo Xia couldn't help but turn his head to look at the girl's focused profile, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Yes, that's right. He admitted that he did have some lustful thoughts.

There are many reasons, but one important point is that he hasn't been with Dr. Sandy for a long time since they parted ways.
As a healthy adult male, especially a testosterone-fueled warrior like him, it's inevitable that he'd be tempted by a woman he likes.

The two drew closer and closer, and Rorschach could even hear Mia's rapid breathing, which she was trying to suppress but which was still quite noticeable.

Perhaps they were frightened by the gruesome wounds, or perhaps they were influenced by the ambiguous atmosphere.
Rorschach didn't know the specific reason, but he did enjoy the tenderness of the moment.

He even secretly hoped that Harold, who was getting in his way, would be sensible and take Brian out for a walk as soon as possible.

However, the next second, Harold, who was searching for information on weapons experts on his computer, suddenly froze.

He glanced at Mia, who was applying medicine to Rorschach, then at the screen, his expression turning unusually serious.

"Rorschach—"

He looked up and winked, then tilted his head toward the door. "Something's come up. Let's talk about it privately."

"Is it urgent?"

Luo Xia, who was enjoying the girl's gentle care, asked casually.

"It's very urgent, hurry up." Harold said and left the room first.

Luo Xia shrugged helplessly at Mia and slowly followed her out.

The two stood facing each other at the top of the stairs in the long corridor.

"The identity of that weapons expert has been found out."

"So fast? What's your name?"

Harold did not answer immediately.

He first glanced at Mia, who was shaking her head with Brian in the room, then lowered his voice and said:
"Keller Thermopoulos, the former prince of the Principality of Genovia, is also the biological father of the princess of that small country in the room!"

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Luo Xia narrowed his eyes slightly, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"No wonder, that makes sense now."

(End of this chapter)