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Chapter 146 Super Crime Organization (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In the apartment room.

Keller stared nervously at the man sitting opposite her.

A man is holding a Mexican taco, complaining to his companion how inauthentic it is.

"This is definitely not something you can buy from a Mexican vendor! Not only is it made with wheat flour tortillas, but it also has cheese and sour cream. Holy crap, I bet if he dared to sell this stuff in Mexico, his head would be chopped off by the vendor that very night and used as a football!"

“I think you’re talking nonsense, Rorschach. You know Chinese food because you like to eat it, but I’ve hardly ever seen you eat tacos. You’re not a gourmet, so how could you know anything about Mexican food?”

"That's because you have no idea who I hung out with as a kid. Need I remind you, Harold? I joined a drug cartel when I was twelve, and I mostly dealt with black people and damn Mexicans!"

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Keller frowned, somewhat puzzled, expecting to be subjected to a brutal interrogation.

The man brought his daughter with him first, and he thought the other party was going to use family ties to threaten him. But after the two met, the other party stopped mentioning Mia and just ordered some takeout in front of him.

He didn't know what this ominous star meant.

But Keller felt she couldn't hold on much longer.

Having not eaten or drunk anything for two days, he now desperately wanted to snatch the taco from Rorschach's hand and stuff it into his mouth.

He looked to his daughter for help, but Mia simply turned her back to him, sitting on the sofa grooming a large white dog, completely ignoring her own father.

Yes, it seems that after seeing the princess using a water glass to relieve herself, our Brian no longer harbored any hostility towards her.

Of course, it's also possible that it was mistaken for someone else who also needs to lift one leg to urinate.
Finally, Rorschach finished his lunch.

He pulled an unopened takeout bag from under the table and smiled at Keller: "Pastor tacos, beef cheek, tacos, and two Diet Cokes."

"Thank you. Thank you!"

Keller reached for the takeout bag eagerly, wanting to devour it immediately, but one hand remained firmly pressed against the bag.

"Don't rush, buddy."

Rorschach held up three fingers. "Three questions. Answer them, and all of this is yours. I will also safely escort you and Mia back to your country's embassy."

Keller's hand gripping the takeout bag stiffened slightly, and she wearily closed her eyes.

Luo Xia didn't care what this guy was thinking and asked directly, "First, what's the name of that mysterious organization that's powerful enough to unite multiple Eastern European countries and research strategic weapons right under the noses of NATO and Russia? Who's the leader? Where's their headquarters?"

Keller kept his lips tightly closed and his eyes shut, as if he hadn't heard the question at all.

Seeing this, Rorschach chuckled and said, "You see, just as I guessed. Although you treat family like a black man, you do love your country deeply—even if you naively think that your country will get a share of the profits after this weapon is developed."

Keller suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Rorschach: "What do you know? You know nothing!"

"I don't know much, but I'm very convinced of one thing."

Rorschach slammed his fist on the table and said sarcastically, "From the moment you were kidnapped by the CIA, neither that organization nor the coalition of nations jointly developing weapons has abandoned you!"

Keller's eyelids twitched, but he remained silent.

Rorschach continued with a sneer, "You spent years developing that so-called nanobomb, and I'm sure the first batch was pitifully small, not even enough for that mysterious organization itself. What makes you think a tiny country like Genovya could possibly benefit from it?"

"I signed a treaty with them that stipulated that weapons could only be developed."

“Fuck, shut up, you idiot!” Rorschach interrupted him impatiently. “Do you think you’re putting on a fucking Disney family movie?!”

"There's a saying in the East that I admire: 'A weak nation has no diplomacy.' Your country doesn't even have a standing army, and as the heir to the throne, you dare to research such weapons of mass destruction! You even want to take them back to enhance your national strength? I think you just think your country is too urbanized!"

"I bet you!"

Rorschach pounded on the table, staring at the old prince who, though a genius, was far too naive. "When NATO or the United Nations discovers the development of nanobombs, your Principality of Genovya will be the first victim used as a warning to others!"

Keller clenched his teeth, trying to calm himself. In fact, he had a premonition when he was kidnapped by the CIA.

Not only that organization, but even the allied nations that were jointly developing the technology didn't send anyone to rescue him.

Perhaps when things come to light, these "allies" will be the first to jump out and distance themselves from him.

"But now an opportunity is in front of you."

Rorschach pointed to himself and smiled, "Tell me everything you know, and if the plan goes smoothly, I might just take pity on you and give you a nanobomb. That way, you'll achieve your ultimate goal, won't you?"

"You?" Keller looked at Rorschach in surprise, then sneered, "It's not that I doubt your abilities. But do you know how many countries around the world are watching Eastern Europe right now? Do you think you alone could steal weapons from so many intelligence agencies' agents?"

"Yep."

Rorschach nodded and said matter-of-factly, "You guessed right, but I have to correct you on one point—I'm not going to steal, I'm going to rob and plunder."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is, I'll take it from their bodies."

Keller was speechless.

At this point, Rorschach's patience had run out.

"Perhaps it's because of my actions that you misunderstand me as a kind person. Or perhaps it's because you haven't had a chance to watch the news for the past month or so."

He pulled a revolver from his pocket, took out five bullets in front of Keller, leaving only one, quickly spun the cylinder, and then slammed it shut!

Then, Rorschach aimed the revolver at Mia, who was sitting on the sofa with her back to them.

"What's the name of that organization?!"

Keller's expression instantly tightened: "Are you crazy? You're trying to threaten me by killing my daughter?! You're insane!"

However, Rorschach ignored him completely, his finger already slowly pulling the trigger.

Finally, before the hammer fell, Keller broke down and roared:
"Cobra! It's called Cobra! Fuck you! Fuck you! You damn bastard!"

Rorschach chuckled coldly, sheathed his gun, glanced at the trembling Mia, and turned his gaze to Harold, who was sitting in front of the laptop on the table.

Seeing him nod slightly, Harold immediately contacted the machine to search for information about the "Cobra Organization".

"Who is their leader?" Rorschach continued to ask.

“I don’t know, but the person in charge of contacting us is an arms dealer named Destro,” Keller said listlessly, seemingly having resigned himself to his fate.

How many nanobombs have you developed?

"Not many, only four warheads in total."

How do we launch it?

"Any vehicle equipped with a projectile-type cannon is acceptable."

When will the weapons be transported from Eastern Europe to Cobra base?

"Five days from now, starting in Slovakia, the specific location is..."

After the first line of psychological defense collapsed, Keller stopped resisting and revealed all the information.

Luo Xia quickly reviewed the information the other party had given him, then pointed to the bedroom: "Go in."

Keller glanced at Mia, who had her back to him the whole time, sighed, grabbed the takeout bag, and went into the room.

Rorschach then looked at Harold, who was typing rapidly on the keyboard, but the other man brought no good news.

"Rorschach. Apart from cracking some Cobra intelligence in the White House operations room and the National Intelligence Service, I've gotten almost nothing. This organization seems to have appeared out of thin air; its origins are completely untraceable!"

"To be honest, Harold, I'm not really surprised."

He looked at his partner and said meaningfully, "I asked you to help find a missing girl, and so many days have passed with no news. Now I'm asking you to find a global criminal organization."

"I"

Harold wanted to refute, but considering the search results for the girl named Liz, he could only sigh helplessly: "What we can confirm at the moment is that Liz was definitely not abducted or murdered. The information about her is highly confidential, protected by an additional layer of encryption besides the machine. If this girl is still alive, she must have been involved in some highly classified project."

"This is at least the best news I've heard in a while."

Rorschach patted Harold on the shoulder, not disturbing the man known as the world's number one hacker's work of cracking firewalls around the world.

At least Liz didn't die, did she?
This is indeed good news.

He walked over to the sofa, sat down, ruffled Brian's hair, and said to Mia, "Get ready, I'll take you and Dad to your country's embassy later."

“Oh, right,” Luo Xia added, “Remember to have your dad come out and distance himself from those Eastern European countries in front of the media, so he doesn’t get kidnapped again.”

Mia didn't speak, but lowered her head and looked at the revolver at Rorschach's waist with a complicated expression.

Seeing her like this, Luo Xia knew exactly what she was thinking. He simply drew his revolver, opened the empty magazine, and showed it to her.

"Although the old prince is not stupid, his eyesight is terrible."

Luo Xia smiled and placed a bullet hidden in his palm, along with the revolver, on Mia's lap. "I don't know if we'll ever see each other again, so consider this a farewell gift."

Mia's previously gloomy expression froze. She pursed her lips, looked up expectantly, and asked, "Then can you come to my inheritance banquet tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?"

Luo Xia deliberately frowned, "If there's a special gift to give, I might take some time out of my busy schedule to go."

Mia paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she lowered her head.

(End of this chapter)