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Chapter 141 I Like the Calm Before the Storm (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The Queen.

A fleet of Cadillac Escalade SUVs is slowly patrolling the streets of a slum.

Through the half-open car window, a cold, aloof face could be vaguely seen, dressed in a black suit, wearing headphones and sunglasses.

Many street thugs, upon seeing these luxury cars, instinctively reached for the handguns at their waists, intending to extort money from them.

But when they saw what was inside the car, they immediately turned and fled in a panic.

Compared to submachine guns, their worn-out pistols, which had changed hands many times, were practically toys.

After scaring away the thugs, the men in suits in the car disdainfully lowered their guns, their faces filled with disgust.

As elite members of the CIA's covert operations team, they typically carry out highly difficult missions, such as infiltrating terrorist organizations and penetrating deep behind enemy lines.

Now they have to do this kind of work of intimidating street thugs, which is a disgrace to the reputation of TU.

"Boss, still no clue about Rorschach?" a team member asked through the headset.

Inside a temporary command center in Manhattan, Lanny, the curly-haired man who reported Rorschach's whereabouts to Old Joe last night, is standing in front of multiple monitors, watching the team's hacking genius rapidly typing on his keyboard.

As depicted in Hollywood movies, in this information age, almost every elite special operations team is equipped with one or more top-notch hackers.

However, no matter how anxiously the hacker tried to break into the system, no valuable information was displayed on the screen.

"no result."

The secret operations team leader, Lanny, shook his head helplessly. "We checked the surveillance footage from the entire Upper East Side last night, but we couldn't find any trace of Rorschach. We didn't even capture that Land Rover on camera. That guy must have had an automatic license plate-changing device installed."

"Should we ask the counterterrorism bureau for assistance?" came the team member's suggestion through the earpiece. "Isn't location tracking their specialty?"

"Our TU needs the counter-terrorism bureau's help for our first mission within our territory? You may have no shame, but I do," Lanny reprimanded, frowning in displeasure.

Upon hearing this, the team members who were searching for the target in the most primitive way on the street immediately fell silent and obediently continued to carry out the carpet search.

Inside the command center, TU's hackers were still intently examining surveillance footage and various information on social media.

But after searching all night without finding any clues, he gradually couldn't hold on any longer and couldn't help but suggest to Captain Lanny, "Actually, what they said is not wrong. CTU is said to have the world's top hacker group. With their skills, they may be able to pinpoint Rorschach's exact location in less than ten minutes."

"If CTU is really that powerful, then why were we the first to discover Rorschach's intelligence in New York?" Lanny asked dismissively.

As law enforcement agencies, their secret operations teams carry out the most dangerous, tiring, and dirty work abroad. Not only do they not have official military designations, but their compensation is also only considered to be among the top tier within the CIA.

But what about the counterterrorism bureau?
They have access to the highest federal funding and the most extensive resource allocation authority, and they are only accountable to the Attorney General.

Any action taken under the pretext of "counter-terrorism" can obtain maximum privileges and law enforcement immunity in the local area.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't jealous.

Therefore, this was the first time the team had carried out a mission within the country, and he was more eager than anyone else to achieve something extraordinary in order to secure more funding and special privileges from the higher-ups.

Rorschach Butcher, the federal most wanted man who has carried out multiple terrorist attacks and assassinated the Speaker, is the perfect opportunity to make a name for himself!

If the Counter-Terrorism Bureau can't catch them, I will. Isn't that enough to prove TU's strength?!
Just as the action team leader was secretly planning how to make a name for himself, the hacker in front of him suddenly jumped up from his chair and shouted excitedly, "Found it!"

He pointed at the screen, then turned to Lanny excitedly and said, "Three minutes ago, at 432 Park Avenue on the Upper East Side, in the Herbert Apartments, a security camera captured the profile of a man in a suit. After matching with the database, there's an 89% chance it's Rorschach Butcher!"

Lanny yanked aside the hacker team member blocking his way and stared intently at an enlarged photo on the screen.

The image shows a man wearing an open suit, with the shirt buttons undone around his neck, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, exuding a slightly unruly air.

"Rorschach Butcher—"

Lenny grinned, a chilling smile spreading across his face. "Got you!!!"

The next second, he slammed his earpiece on, excitedly growling, "Team B! Team C! Get to the Herbert Apartments building immediately and seal off both the front and back doors! I'll send you the target's photo right away. Make sure he doesn't get out!"

"Roger that!"

He then ordered the hacker, "Send a message to Anna: the target is in the building she's in. Tell her to thoroughly check it beforehand and report back as soon as possible. Tell her that if she can help us catch Rorschach, I can arrange for her to retire!"

"understand!"

With each order issued, this secret force, which had caused bloodshed in the Middle East and Europe, began to advance towards the Herbert Apartments!
at the same time.

Inside the apartment building.

Having already made his preparations, Rorschach tossed Anna the gun holster he had retrieved from the car.

"Pick a few that you're comfortable with. By the way, I basically don't use Russian firearms, so don't expect to find any AK-series weapons among them."

Rorschach tucked the two TTI Battlemasters into his waistband and, without looking up, spoke to Anna.

Anna stared at the bulging gun holster in front of her and couldn't help but frown: "Do you usually carry this many weapons when you go out?"

"if not?"

Luo Xia deliberately lowered his gaze to between the other woman's legs and said jokingly, "I'm not like you women, who can hide an extra 'pocket' on me."

Unlike Mia, Anna, a veteran agent who had been in the modeling industry for ten years, was not embarrassed or angry when she heard this. Instead, she took off her straight-leg trousers in front of Rorschach.

Then, she even tore off that pitifully thin thong.

"Don't look at me like that."

Anna walked naked to the wardrobe, picked up a tight-fitting combat suit, and put it on, saying matter-of-factly, "This is about to fight elite agents. Do you think wearing high heels and lace underwear will save my life?"

Upon seeing the other person's naked appearance, Rorschach simply stopped loading his rifle.

He leaned against the wall, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze wandering unabashedly.

Anna was able to impersonate a top model for many years, so her figure was naturally impeccable.

Especially those pert buttocks, glistening with a honey-like luster in the sunlight, were like meticulously crafted works of art.
"Do you want to keep watching, or..." Anna suddenly turned her head, a smile curving her red lips, "...have some compassion and come help me zip up the back of my jacket?"

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Compared to pure warriors like them, agents like Anna are indeed quite different.

Just a few minutes ago, this woman was kneeling on the ground begging him, but once she was sure they would fight side by side, she started flirting with him with ease.

Secret agents are not soldiers; secret agents always wear masks.

Although he looked down on her, Luo Xia's body still betrayed him as he walked up to her.

As he approached, he clearly heard the woman in front of him take a deep breath, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

Clearly, the injuries sustained from being hit by Harold last night are still serious.

The woman's upper body was almost unable to straighten up, and her lumbar spine and ribs showed obvious signs of severe injury.

"Swish"

Rorschach slowly zipped up his jacket and said calmly, "I can make you a promise. If you cooperate well from now on, I can make your file disappear from the CIA, cover up all your electronic messages, and send you to Europe."

Anna shuddered, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "It's no use, Rorschach. Even if the CIA doesn't look for me, the KGB is still after me internally. You probably haven't been to Europe; there, the KGB's power is even greater than the CIA's. Every city has agents left over from the Soviet era lurking around. Once they're activated, I'll have nowhere to escape!" Rorschach shrugged and said no more.

Regarding the wanted notices in North America, he can still use Harold's [machine] to circumvent them.

But Russia, as the saying goes, even a broken ship has three pounds of nails. The legacy left by that red empire is enough for them to maintain a suffocating deterrent force in Europe, and the tentacles of the "machine" cannot reach there yet.

As Rorschach unzipped the woman's top, his gaze involuntarily shifted downwards—

There, a slender, white hand with distinct knuckles was skillfully rubbing his "weapon," its technique as practiced as that of Baltimore's most experienced streetwalker.

It was obvious that this woman was using her last weapon to beg for help.

As for the reason
Luo Xia slapped Anna's hand away and said coldly, "Instead of resorting to such underhanded tactics, you should prepare for the upcoming encirclement and annihilation."

However, Anna remained unmoved.

After being slapped away, she pressed her buttocks, encased in a tight leather jacket, against Rorschach, her voice trembling: "The entire federal law enforcement system is after you, yet you can still move freely in New York. In fact, as long as you don't show yourself, they can't find you at all. Let me follow you; I really don't want to risk my life for any country anymore!"

"Follow me?" Rorschach said unmovedly, "Follow me and become a wanted criminal?"

"I've been a wanted criminal for a long time!"

Anna suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit the man's lips hard.

She was well aware of her situation; she was now completely trapped in a desperate situation with no way out!
Not helping Rorschach means certain death; helping Rorschach, even if they survive the CIA's encirclement, means facing pursuit from two superpowers.

This is a complete dead end.

The man behind her was the only way out in this life-or-death struggle.

So she tore off the facade of an ice queen and desperately seized the last chance before the CIA arrived.

Even if it means being a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, as long as the other party is willing to give it a sliver of hope!
After failing to pry open the other's tightly clenched teeth despite dozens of attempts, Anna licked her smudged lipstick and looked at Rorschach with pleading eyes.

".Fuck."

Luo Xia cursed inwardly.

How many times has this happened since last night?

Why are all the women I'm not interested in so proactive?!

He gave Anna a cold glance, who dared not utter a sound.

Take this woman back to base?

That's pure nonsense. A woman who betrays others one after another just to save her own life, who knows if she'll turn around and bite you back later?
However, judging from her appearance and considering the upcoming battle, it's indeed necessary to reassure her.

"Since your will to survive is so strong."

Rorschach raised his hand and pinched her chin. "Then treat the upcoming battle as an exam, if you can survive."

Anna's breath hitched, and just as she was about to speak, her phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

Her expression suddenly tightened, and she whispered, "They've arrived."

"Ah"

Luo Xia chuckled softly, gently wiping away the smudged lipstick from her lips with his thumb, then raised his index finger to her lips, signaling for quiet.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Time is passing slowly despite its rapid pace.

Anna guessed that at least two groups of people were breaking in through the front and back doors, and that the power to the three floors above and below where Rorschach was located, as seen on the surveillance footage, must have been completely cut off.

There were definitely special agents guarding the three fire exits. In the corridors, the action team was breaking down doors one by one with submachine guns and front desk keys.

On the coffee table, her phone kept receiving new messages, but Anna had no time to check them.

She and Luo Xia were pressed close together against the wall, motionless, seemingly listening intently to the sounds outside the door.

The atmosphere in the room fell completely silent, devoid of any ambiguity or romance, leaving only a suffocating sense of oppression.

"You know what, Anna?"

Luo Xia stared into her eyes, slowly raised his head, moved his neck from side to side, and spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.

"What I like most is the calm before the storm!"

"The show has begun!"

The next second—

boom! ! !
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted outside the corridor!

The once deathly silent corridor was instantly engulfed by wails and roars.

Anna's body tensed reflexively, and she quickly reached for the pistols on either side of her combat uniform, ready to rush out, but was blocked by an arm as strong as an iron clamp in front of her chest.

"how?"

Rorschach asked with amusement, "You want to go out and eat a bomb too?"

Anna's pupils contracted sharply: "There's explosives too?!"

boom! ! !
Before she could finish speaking, a second, even more violent explosion followed!

This time the shockwave was far greater than before, and even the door of their apartment building was bulged inward by the shockwave.

"The real show is just beginning."

Rorschach released Anna, deftly tossed the M4 to his chest, pulled a Remington 870 from his gun bag, and finally put on his four-eye night vision goggles.

He tapped the earpiece lightly:

"Harold, are you ready?"

“Rorschach, we don’t seem to have any grudges against these CIA people. Besides, we can just rescue Mia and let her go back after this commotion passes.”

"Buddy, if you keep babbling, you'll be collecting my corpse."

"Understood! Got it right away!"

Luo Xia rolled his eyes helplessly.

Just before leaving, seeing Anna still frozen in place, he deliberately imitated her previous tone:
"Are you planning to continue spacing out, or..."

Click!

With the crisp click of a bullet being chambered, he tilted his head to look at the woman:

"How about a quick and decisive battle with me, followed by a thrilling open-field fight over their corpses?"

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(End of this chapter)