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Chapter 144 A Long Quentin Tarantino Movie (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"I used to hear a lot of jokes about the CIA and KGB when I was in the army. Would you like to hear a few?"

"Rorschach, right now I feel like there's a knife churning inside me, I can't walk and I don't want to hear any jokes."

"Okay, let me begin: At the CIA's annual meeting, a top employee award was given to an agent who had been working undercover in the Kremlin for twenty years, and guess what happened?"

".Um?"

"It turns out this 'agent' was actually just an ordinary janitor; the CIA had simply mistakenly paid him twenty years' worth of wages! Hahaha."

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"Oh, right, there's also a classic KGB joke: During a loyalty test, the examiner asked the candidate, 'What would you do if you were caught by the CIA?' The candidate replied, 'I'd rather die than surrender!' And he was hired on the spot!"

"Why? Why?"

"Because he was the only one in the room who didn't ask how much the CIA was paying him! Hahaha."

A residential building in Brooklyn.

Inside the golden elevator.

To outsiders, a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman, dressed smartly, were standing close together.

After leaving the house, Anna tied her long blonde hair into a neat ponytail, changed into a black jumpsuit that accentuated her figure, draped a fur coat over it, and wore silver high heels. She looked stunningly beautiful.

But at this moment, she was enduring the pain, with one hand on Luo Xia's shoulder, listening to these meaningless jokes with a helpless expression.

"Didn't you learn anything from these jokes, Anna?" Rorschach asked after telling the jokes.

Anna rolled her eyes inwardly: "No, the tone you're using is like an old man teaching kung fu in a Hong Kong movie, 'What did you learn from this?' All I hear is prejudice."

"No, no, no, the fact that these jokes have circulated proves they have value. For example..."

Rorschach nodded at her and said seriously, "The CIA is well-funded but always makes mistakes. As for the KGB, they are tough but consistently poor."

"That's because you've never been to Europe."

Anna explained weakly, "The Soviet Union's spy network in Europe is beyond imagination. Most of them have become self-sufficient and even have a strong ability to generate their own. Don't be fooled by Hollywood; the CIA can only dominate in the Americas and Australia."

"What about Asia?" Rorschach asked curiously, having finally met a seasoned veteran agent.

"Asia."

Anna frowned and shook her head. "I still don't know what the intelligence organization in the East is called. Their national security forces are deeply hidden overseas, and even the KGB can only catch a few scattered fragments."

Rorschach blinked thoughtfully.

To be honest, if everything went smoothly, he originally planned to retire in Hong Kong in the East.
But judging from my current actions, I'm afraid I'll be a prime target for surveillance there.

"Ugh"

Rorschach sighed inwardly and decided that even if he survived, he would stay in the Americas—at least Brazil and Mexico were good options.

The situation there was chaotic enough, and the women were beautiful enough.

"Ding--"

Just as the two were chatting, the elevator finally arrived at their target floor.

Anna immediately withdrew her hand from Rorschach's shoulder, reverting to her usual icy demeanor.

This woman always puts on a "don't fucking mess with me" attitude in front of outsiders.

"Dong dong."

The leather boots and high heels made a dull sound as they stepped on the thick carpet.

Soon, the two stopped in front of an apartment building.

Rorschach didn't knock on the door immediately.

He stared at the peephole in the door and asked casually, "What time is it?"

Anna glanced at her watch: "10:26."

"Okay, let's go around one more time, and then go in again in four minutes."

"what?"

Under Anna's confused gaze, the man really turned around and walked away.

Anna watched his retreating figure, seething with hatred.

She helped him lure in the secret operations team, fought alongside him, and even risked being riddled with machine gun fire as bait. Now, with her ribs still broken, she's accompanying him to find a target.
Honestly, if her life weren't in this man's hands, she really wanted to—sit hard on Luo Xia's face and crush that hateful face with her buttocks!
As Luo Xia took a few steps down the corridor, a slender hand pressed heavily on his shoulder.

Anna endured the pain and followed.

"To be honest, I've always been curious about you secret agents."

Rorschach lit a cigarette and continued, "You've spent so many years in Europe, you must have dealt with many intelligence organizations. Do you have any insights you can share?"

"Thoughts and insights?"

Anna gave him a strange look. “Your situation is completely different from mine. Your opponents are the Counterterrorism Bureau and the Department of Homeland Security, armed forces that can directly mobilize attack helicopters and heavy firepower, and you don’t need to deal with special agents.”

"Who knows? Maybe we'll run into each other in a few days?" Rorschach said casually.

He does not mean that.

Anna's pupils contracted sharply, and she exclaimed in shock, "You're not thinking about nanobombs, are you?"

"you know too?"

Rorschach looked at her in surprise, then said matter-of-factly, "I'm wanted worldwide right now. I can't sleep if I don't have some weapons of mass destruction."

Anna's breathing quickened upon hearing this.

A top criminal wanted by all law enforcement agencies in North America, armed with nanobombs, lurks in the heart of this country's economic center.
Just imagining the scene, she could picture the people in the White House sitting on pins and needles.

"So? You think it's interesting too, right?"

Rorschach grinned, revealing a maniacal smile. "You know what? When I discovered that such a powerful and portable weapon existed in the world, I immediately started looking for targets on a map—Wall Street, the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State Building. Fuck! Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!"

Anna swallowed hard as she looked at the mad glint in the man's eyes.

She now finally understood why the secret operations team, upon learning of Rorschach's whereabouts, had abandoned even the kidnapping of the weapons expert's daughter and devoted all their energy to hunting down this man. The potential threat posed by Rorschach was far more terrifying than the nanobombs themselves.

After all, not every madman would dare to detonate such a weapon in New York!
No one in this world dares to confront the wrath of the world's leading superpower—except for the man before you.

"To be honest, Rorschach."

Anna looked at him sincerely. "I have no doubt about your individual combat abilities. On the battlefield, you are absolutely the strongest warrior. But..."

She gently shook her head and reminded him, "Agents and soldiers are two different things. You might be targeted by agents from various countries as soon as you get off the plane, the first sip of water you drink might be laced with deadly poison, the tip of an umbrella you accidentally bump into on the street might have a ricin needle hidden in it, and even the woman you pick up in a bar and take back to your hotel might have botulinum toxin hidden in her genitals—the toxin can enter your urethra in three seconds and kill you instantly."

"Um"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, then asked speechlessly, "So you damn damn agents never confront the enemy head-on, only resort to assassination and poisoning?"

“That makes sense.” Anna thought for a moment and nodded honestly.

"Okay, let's check the time, what time is it?"

The minute hand has just passed thirty.

"Okay, let's get to work."

The two returned to the door at the end of the corridor.

Anna sighed wearily and took a pocket pistol out of her handbag.

She felt like she had just acted in a Quentin Tarantino movie—full of pointless jokes and rambling conversations, only to end with a murder.
inside the house.

Three CIA secret operations team members dressed in civilian clothes were eating fast food, either fried noodles from a Chinese restaurant or hamburgers.

Although the food was different, all three of them had gloomy faces and wary, suppressed gazes.

"Have the captain and the others forgotten about us? It's been a whole night, and there's still no news."

"It seems they've encountered more valuable prey. Let's wait and see; if there's no news by 11 o'clock, I'll go out and look for them."

"No! This is one of the few safe houses for our TU in New York. There might be enemy agents watching us from outside. Our location absolutely cannot be exposed."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Delivery drivers can come in, but we can't leave?"

"That's how it's stated in the rules and regulations."

After a pointless conversation, the three fell silent, mechanically chewing their fast food to replenish their energy.

In the corner, a middle-aged bald man wearing glasses was tightly bound with rope and curled up on the ground.

Having not eaten or drunk anything for two days, his eyelids were so heavy he could barely lift them.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The three men froze instantly, each placing their hands on the guns at their sides.

"Who?"

"takeout."

"Takeout? What takeout?"

Tomato and beef brisket soup.

The team member sitting on the sofa looked at the other two: "Did you order takeout?"

"I ordered it." One of the team members shrugged at his companions. "I was hungry, so I ordered an extra Chinese meal."

He put down the fried noodles he was holding, got up and walked towards the door, casually asking, "Is it cooked through?"

"Whether it's rotten or not, ask the kitchen!"

"What? Are food delivery drivers this arrogant now?"

The man frowned slightly, his hand already on the gun.

However, something arrived even faster than his vigilance—the bullet behind the door.

"Bam—!"

Just as he approached the door, a silenced bullet pierced through the door and struck him squarely between the eyebrows!

"Shet!"

Enemy attack!?
The remaining two men drew their guns and aimed them at the door the instant the shot rang out, but the next second, the locked door was pushed open a crack, and a black cylindrical object was thrown in.

"A flashbang?!"

Boom—Buzz!

A blinding white light engulfed the field of vision, followed by two barely audible gunshots.

Anna's tiny pistol, no bigger than the palm of her hand, precisely ended the lives of the last two.

Mia's father, who was lying in the corner, suddenly shuddered.

Fortunately, due to exhaustion, he had kept his eyes closed and was not directly affected by the flashbang. Only his ears were ringing from the explosion, causing an uncomfortable tinnitus.

A few dozen seconds later, when everything returned to calm, a strange conversation between a man and a woman could be heard from ahead.

"I just suddenly thought of a way to crack the drug-hiding scheme of female agent YD."

"what?"

"If I can't even last three seconds... cough, never mind, this method is not for me."

Keller was still confused and terrified when the man in front of him spoke again: "Brother, you're Mia's father, aren't you?"

Keller, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly froze, opened her eyes, and glared at the other person: "You... if you dare to hurt my daughter..."

"Don't worry, buddy."

Rorschach reached out and helped the old prince, who had the throne to sit but insisted on studying weapons, to his feet. A meaningful smile played on his lips as he said, "Your daughter... is quite remarkable."

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(End of this chapter)