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Chapter 140 "Why do you all always think you can kill me?" (Seeking monthly votes)
early morning.

Mia rubbed her eyes and sat up sleepily from the sofa.

After staring blankly for a while, when she realized that the surrounding environment was completely different from her home, she sighed inwardly and tilted her head back in frustration.

As soon as the back of her head touched the swollen bump, she immediately gasped in pain.

This was the "lesson" Luo Xia gave him last night after discovering he was eavesdropping—a sharp tap on the forehead with two fingers, leaving a swollen bump that didn't go down all night.

She sighed again, slumped weakly onto the sofa, her mind a jumbled mess.

The grandmother I just reunited with must be anxiously searching for me now, and my mother is probably going to be worried sick again.

She really wanted to call home to let them know she was safe, but Rorschach and Harold had repeatedly warned her not to contact the outside world by any means.

Harold was relatively easy to talk to, but Rorschach...

Although he occasionally showed a "tough guy with a tender heart," this man was just too fierce, a stark contrast to the boys who had been fawning over her lately.

Fortunately, Harold and Rorschach didn't seem to be home at the moment, so being alone actually made her feel more at ease.

Just as I was lazily lying down, a sudden urge to urinate struck me.

She stretched, dragged her bandaged leg, and slowly made her way to the bathroom, supporting herself against the wall.

She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a large white dog, taller than her when standing, was lying at the bathroom door.

Upon noticing her movement, the dog immediately raised its eyelids, bared its teeth at her, and growled threateningly.

Mia froze on the spot.

Last night she tried to greet the dog dozens of times, but it wasn't as affectionate as her cat at all, and didn't even look at her directly.

The urge to urinate grew stronger, but with the vicious dog blocking her way, she, being timid by nature, dared not take another step forward.

Left with no other choice, Mia could only squeeze her legs together, blush, grab the largest glass from the table, and quickly hide in a corner...

Upper East Side.

Inside the high-end apartment building where a gunfight and explosions had just taken place last night.

Anna wore a simple, fitted knit top paired with high-waisted straight-leg trousers, and a sharply tailored black coat. Combined with sunglasses and a matte leather handbag, she attracted attention the moment she stepped into the building.

Her tall figure and clean, sharp style make it look like she's doing a street style photoshoot at Fashion Week.

(Anna, from the movie "Anna")
The truth is, just a week ago she was indeed a model—or more accurately, a KGB agent who had been working undercover in France as a model for many years.

But all of that is now in the past.

Six months ago, she fell into a CIA trap due to a moment of carelessness. In order to survive, she chose to betray the KGB and join the CIA.

Her first mission for her new employer was to bring that invaluable weapons expert back to New York.

"call"

Anna sighed wearily as the elevator doors closed.

She doesn't regret joining the KGB, nor does she regret defecting to the CIA.

Faced with these behemoths, the only way to survive is to learn to assess the situation and act accordingly.

But she was really tired.

From the age of eighteen when she was selected by the KGB and began training until now, she has lost count of how many people she has assassinated in the past decade.

Intelligence brokers, arms dealers, financial oligarchs. But more often, they are ordinary people who possess crucial intelligence but have never committed evil deeds.

After ten years as a tool, she now only wants to retire with her savings, return to Europe, resume her modeling career, and spend the rest of her life with her model girlfriend.

However, the CIA, which had promised to let Anna retire after intercepting the weapons expert from the KGB and bringing him back to New York, broke its promise.

They never mentioned retirement, but simply arranged a place for her to live in the city center and ordered her to be at their beck and call at any time.

Anna now feels like a caged animal with nowhere to escape.
"Ding--"

The moment the elevator doors opened, she immediately reverted to her icy beauty persona.

Despite the lingering pain from her broken ribs, she, who always pays attention to her appearance, gritted her teeth and persevered.

After entering the apartment, she leaned against the wall and slowly exhaled, carefully hanging her coat on the hanger.

He moved with extreme caution, afraid of aggravating the wound and causing further damage.

When she came to the living room sofa and slowly took off her top, she revealed her upper body wearing only a bra and her abdomen wrapped with medical fixation straps, which were used to fix her broken ribs.

Just as she was about to unfasten the restraints, a calm male voice suddenly sounded behind her:

"The CIA is being far too harsh on you. Not only did they not assign anyone to watch you, but they also made you go downstairs alone to patrol while injured, and they didn't even send a doctor. Tsk tsk."

In front of the liquor cabinet, Rorschach downed his martini in one gulp and disdainfully turned off the live feed of the library base surveillance camera on his phone.

He looked up at Anna, grinned, and said, "Since the KGB and CIA are both so cold-blooded, how about they work for me?" *Whoosh—*

The moment Anna saw Rorschach, she instinctively drew the pocket pistol from her waist.

But this time, Rorschach moved several times faster than last night!
"boom!"

Before the gun was even raised, the man had already rushed in front of her like lightning, and with a powerful shoulder strike, he slammed Anna heavily against the wall.

He slammed her head against the wall with his right elbow, pressed his left knee against her hip, and gripped her throat with his left hand like an iron clamp.

"shush"

Rorschach pressed his fingers against her carotid artery, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "In just eight seconds, the blood supply to both of your carotid arteries will be cut off. Then you'll fall into a coma, and when you wake up, you'll have a splitting headache. But if you don't like headaches, I have an even better idea."

He stared into the woman's fierce yet panicked eyes and chuckled, "I searched the place when I came and found quite a few boxes of alkali in the storage room. As a special agent, I think you know better than I what will happen when seven pounds of alkali are heated to 150 degrees."

terror spread across Anna's eyes.

She tried to struggle, but her injuries and the man's iron grip made her unable to move.

What shocked her even more was that after someone broke into her home, she didn't notice the intruder for more than thirty seconds after entering the house.

According to his understanding, this Rorschach Butcher was just a special forces soldier and shouldn't have such professional infiltration and stealth methods.

She tried to beg for mercy, but her mumbled murmurs did nothing to sway the man's resolve.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
When despair completely enveloped Anna's face, Rorschach released his grip as if he had had enough fun.

"Huff, huff."

Anna, slumped on the ground, gasped for breath, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Rorschach.
"Click——"

Rorschach fiddled with the pocket pistol in his hand, his mind flashing back to the intelligence provided by General Hammer and the information Harold had gathered.

He looked down at the woman on the ground and said calmly, "I'll only ask you once. Remember, you only have one chance. Answer me correctly, and I might spare your life. Otherwise..."

He paused, then said, "In less than three hours, your body will be soaked in the lye solution until nothing remains, and you will completely disappear from this world."

Anna paused for a second, then nodded heavily and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Where is Keller Thermopylae being held by the CIA?"

"Who?"

Anna looked at Rorschach, her eyes full of confusion.

Seeing her seemingly genuine demeanor, Luo Xia raised an eyebrow. It seemed this girl wasn't highly regarded in either the CIA or the KGB.

They didn't even know the true fate of their target.

“That weapons expert you kidnapped from Eastern Europe,” he continued.

“Him?” Anna’s expression froze, and she shook her head in despair. “I don’t know. From the moment I brought him into the United States, the CIA took him away. We’ve been separated ever since.”

As she spoke, as if afraid Rorschach wouldn't believe her, she hurriedly added, "I swear! I really don't know where he was taken! I have no reason to lie to you! Those CIA guys... they're just like the KGB, only caring about mission targets, treating agents like pawns to be used and discarded! I've had enough of living in fear these past few days, please believe me, please..."

Rorschach stared at the inky black mist above the woman's head, twirling the miniature pistol in his hand with an expressionless face.

After Anna's repeated pleas went unanswered, she seemed to resign herself to her fate. She gave a self-deprecating laugh, then closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

Even in death, she hoped to die as beautifully as a model, rather than being dissolved into a pool of blood by bone-dissolving liquid.

"So, does the CIA agent who was in charge of turning you know about this?"

Suddenly, the man's voice rang out again, sounding like heavenly music to my ears.

Anna immediately opened her eyes, grasping at this lifeline, and nodded repeatedly, "He's the captain of the CIA's covert operations team, in charge of escorting that weapons expert. He definitely knows!"

"very good."

Rorschach used the muzzle of his gun to brush aside the loose strands of hair falling across the woman's forehead. "Find a reason to call him over. I need to have a good 'talk' with him."

Anna suddenly seemed hesitant upon hearing this: "He's always the one who contacts me first; I don't have a way to contact him. But—"

Seeing the impatience on Rorschach's face, she immediately changed her tune, saying, "But it seems they received the latest instructions from the White House last night and started searching all of New York for a man named Rorschach Butcher. I think if this man deliberately shows himself, they will swarm to him without hesitation."

Anna deliberately didn't reveal the man's identity, after all, she didn't know if he would kill her if his identity was exposed.

The next second, she heard Luo Xia smile and say, "Very good, then let's choose this location."

Anna was slightly taken aback. "Their combat squad has at least twelve people, and you're just one."

"Isn't there still you?"

Rorschach lifted the woman's chin with the muzzle of his gun and said seriously, "Besides, I'm used to this kind of scene. Why do you always think that a few dozen elite combat units can kill me?"

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(End of this chapter)