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Chapter 139 Nanobomb?! (Seeking monthly votes)

On the streets of New York late at night, sirens blared incessantly.

Police cars sped through the streets, their red and blue lights flashing at every intersection.

NYPD officers are destined for a sleepless night, just three hours after the princess of the Principality of Genovya was kidnapped on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

As for who the kidnapper is?
According to eyewitnesses, the kidnapper was a shirtless, super-strong man who could rappel down from the 19th floor via the balcony.

However, the police knew nothing about specific information such as name and occupation.

However, the princess learned from her companions that the kidnapper was a male dancer they had hired from a strip club.

As for why there were gunshot marks and an explosion scene in the next room on the same floor, the police had no idea. After all, the orders from their superiors were very clear: do everything you can to capture that male dancer, and don't ask or care about the rest.

Inside a police car speeding by.

Ginny, dressed in a dark blue uniform and looking dashing, was staring intently at a photo taken by a passerby, lost in deep confusion.

The scene in the photo is incredible:

A man whose upper body is covered with burn scars is tightly bound to a young girl with a curtain, hanging from the edge of a balcony nearly 100 meters high.

The girl's arms and legs were tightly wrapped around the man, creating a scene that was both dangerous and full of tension.

But Ginny's attention was completely off the background.

She stared intently at the man's profile in the photo, her brows furrowing more and more with each glance.

This man—how come he looks so much like Rorschach?!
"What? You've taken a fancy to this kidnapper?"

The middle-aged, overweight policeman in the driver's seat joked, "Although I don't know who this male dancer is, this guy is definitely a tough guy. Holy crap, that's a hundred meters in the air! He dared to rappel down like that with someone in tow, and that perfect landing posture, shit. I bet this kid has definitely done a lot of skydiving."

Upon hearing what Ginny said next, she became even more certain of her guess.

Especially when she pictured Rorschach with his beard shaved off in her mind, he looked exactly like the man in the photo!
"what!!!"

Ginny suddenly let out an angry scream.

He sneaked into New York without telling me, and now he's actually jumping off a building naked in public, hugging another woman!

That damn Rorschach Butcher!!!
The police car screeched to a halt on the side of the road, and his partner, Fusco, stared wide-eyed at the usually sweet and charming policewoman.

In the month they had worked together, this was the first time he had ever seen her so furious.

"Luoluo."

Ginny's lips trembled, but she ultimately did not utter the name.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and said coldly, "Frosco, we have to find this man in the photo and that bitch!"

“Of course, we’re looking for it right now,” Fosco replied, completely bewildered.

"No! I mean we need to find that scoundrel couple faster than the other groups."

Ginny, abandoning her usual sweet image, said fiercely, "I'm going to beat them to a pulp with my own hands!"

".OK."

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Frost dared not provoke the angry young lady. He cautiously nodded in agreement and then started the police cars to conduct a thorough search of the Upper East Side.

at the same time.

The rooftop of the library in the downtown area.

Rorschach watched the police cars drive by below, then stubbed out his cigarette.

After a moment of silence, he took out his phone and dialed an encrypted number.

The call connected quickly, and a hoarse but powerful voice came from the other end:
"Has the injury healed?"

Rorschach smiled but didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "General, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you. What exactly is it that you seek?"

The old man on the other end of the phone seemed surprised: "Didn't you always know that?"

"Do not."

Luo Xia shook his head, his tone serious: "All I know is that you hate the current ruling party and want to make some big moves to get the Democratic Party impeached and removed from power, but what then?"

He pressed on, "When the Elephant Party, which helped you to become the East African Commander, regains power, what do you plan to do? Will you retire gracefully to the Pentagon as a figurehead, or will you continue to be a front man for the Elephant Party, monopolizing East Africa's oil fields and mineral resources?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. After a moment of silence, the old man laughed and scolded, "Your mouth is still as foul as ever. I thought you would have improved at least a little after going through so much."

"No one can change me, you should know that better than anyone, General."

Rorschach's voice was deep and firm, "But you're right about one thing—I have changed. Before, I just wanted to beat up a few black guys and uphold justice on the streets. But now I want to completely overturn! Tear apart! This country that has long been hollowed out by corruption and the powerful! Even if it's you standing in my way, I will show no mercy!"

By the end, his voice had almost turned into a roar.

This is the truest reflection of his innermost feelings during this period.

In front of the old man, he had no need to hide or pretend.

Because if the other party has any doubts, this number will remain forever in their contacts.

A long silence followed. Just as Luo Xia sighed and prepared to hang up, a resounding question suddenly rang out:

"Son, what makes you think I'd have a soft spot for those politicians? The Democrats? The Republicans? Is there a difference?"

Before any response could be received, the powerful voice rang out again: "This country needs to be reborn from the ashes!"

A dangerous smile gradually crept onto Rorschach's lips.

Although their ultimate goals are somewhat different, at least in the initial stages, it seems they can still work together.

"But you just said you wouldn't show any mercy to me either?"

The old man suddenly changed the subject, deliberately showing off, and said, "Do I need to remind you, Rorschach? I am now the commander in charge of six military bases, with more than 20,000 elite troops. Not only do I have the aces of the Rangers and Delta Force, but the air base also has hundreds of fourth- and fifth-generation fighter jets and bomber formations. Do you really think you're an invincible superman?"

Rorschach shrugged. He wanted to tell the other person that as long as Harold entered a string of code, the [machine] would make all these fighter jets blind.

However, considering the elderly person's pride...
Rorschach coughed lightly and then asked, "What's the deal with this weapons expert named Keller? How did you end up going against the CIA because of him?"

"You actually know him?" the old man asked, puzzled.

After Rorschach briefly explained what had happened a few hours earlier, a thoughtful murmur came from the receiver: "So, you became a hacking genius through self-study, hacked into the NIS's intelligence network, and found a photo of my people tracking Keller?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Rorschach replied without changing his expression.

He didn't want more people to know about Harold's existence, not even General Hammer.

On the other side, the old man hesitated for a moment before finally telling the truth: "Actually, even if you hadn't brought it up, I was planning to contact you about this soon."

The old man explained solemnly, “Three years ago, a mysterious organization secretly joined forces with seven Eastern European countries to develop a groundbreaking strategic weapon, and Keller was a core member of the expert team who participated in the entire process.”

“Since this guy has already fled to New York, doesn’t that mean the weapons program has failed?” Rorschach asked calmly.

No! They succeeded!

Hammer's somber voice came through: "The moment the entire expert team left the military facility, I had people keeping an eye on them. But apart from Keller, the others were only responsible for specific modules and didn't understand the whole picture. Most importantly—"

"This weapon will soon be escorted by special forces from Eastern Europe to the base of that mysterious organization. Only Keller knows the specific time and route."

“Rorschach, this is a weapon that can change the nature of warfare! If it were in our hands, you can’t even imagine how strategic it would be.”

“I see.” Luo Xia nodded slightly.

No wonder even the CIA's secret operations teams have started operating within the country, even risking diplomatic consequences by kidnapping princesses of small countries to force them to submit.

"So... what kind of weapon is this?" Rorschach asked, his face full of curiosity.

Old Hammer's answer did not disappoint him:
"Nanobot Warheads!"

"A warhead composed of micro-nanobots, upon contact with metal, will decompose its molecular structure and transform into its own material, multiplying exponentially!"

"Experts estimate that a single warhead could engulf the entire Eiffel Tower in one minute!"

"."

A few minutes later.

Luo Xia hung up the phone and stood on the balcony, gazing thoughtfully at the night view.

Nanobombs?

Just hearing the name gives it a sci-fi feel.

Clearly, not only General Hammer, but the federal government had also been aware of the news and had its eye on this groundbreaking weapon.

According to the information revealed by Hammer over the phone, even the KGB was eyeing this lucrative prize.

These days, for a small country to want to develop weapons of mass destruction? That's original sin, a path to self-destruction!

Of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, only the East still adheres to the principle of "we will not attack unless attacked." As for the other countries, they have probably already deployed a large number of agents to Eastern Europe.

MI6 (Military Intelligence Six), DGSE (French Foreign Security Service), BND (German Intelligence Directorate), Mossad.
The thought that the most elite agents from various countries were lurking in Eastern Europe, searching for the specific routes of weapons transport, ignited Rorschach's interest.

He lit a cigarette, rubbing his hands together, ready to take Brian out for a night run to calm his restless heart.

However, just as he turned around, he suddenly noticed a woman with her arms tightly wrapped around herself staring blankly at him from behind the open rooftop door.

Luo Xia was slightly taken aback, then asked in a low voice, "Don't tell me you heard everything I said on the phone just now."

Mia trembled upon hearing this. "I...I just came up here. It was too stuffy in the room. I just came up for some fresh air, I..."

"never mind."

Rorschach interrupted her, slowly drawing his pistol from his waist and cocking it with a click.

He deliberately put on a fierce expression and lowered his voice, saying, "I still think that only the dead can truly keep secrets."

Seeing this, Mia retreated in terror, tripped in her panic, and fell to the ground, her eyes instantly reddening as she looked at him.

Rorschach's expression froze.

Are you crying now?

(End of this chapter)