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Chapter 147 Bringing a Touch of "Justice" to Eastern Europe (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The TV was tuned to the FOX channel.

When Anna saw the animated series "Family Guy" playing on the screen, she threw away the remote control while lying on the sofa and watched it quietly and contentedly.

She discovered that American television was filled with dramas that used violence and sex as gimmicks.

Having grown tired of gore, Anna now prefers watching cartoons with childlike animation.

At this moment, Anna had a bra strap wrapped around her chest and waist to secure her.

Just last night, Rorschach took her to a hotel where she underwent surgery to have titanium alloy plates and a circumferential device installed in her ribs.

Continental Hotel.

She was very familiar with this place; when she was in Paris, she often went there to the Continental Hotel to buy intelligence and replenish weapons.

But what struck her as odd was the unusually respectful attitude of the staff at the Continental Hotel in New York toward Rorschach—at least the staff at the Paris branch were never this humble.

Moreover, she remembered that after the surgery, Luo Xia punched several doctors hard.

He kept muttering nonsensical things like, "You don't even know how to use anesthesia properly," "Who said your stomach looks like a hardware store?" and "Be gentle when you put the intestines in."

In any case, when they left, the white-haired manager didn't charge them for medical expenses. His expression was as if he was sending away a plague god, wishing they would leave as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Anna, who had been lost in thought, widened her eyes.

This animated series on TV, whose title sounds like it depicts everyday family life, actually features a large number of scenes filled with profanity and vulgar dialogue.

"Is this an animated film?"

Bang—crash!
Just as Anna was shocked by the explicit content of American animated films, the glass of the safe house was suddenly smashed from the outside!
A fully armed, masked man leaped from the rooftop outside the window, shattering the glass and bursting into the room!

"Fake."

Ignoring her still-healing injuries, Anna immediately reached under the sofa cushions for her weapon.

But the pain in her body affected her reaction speed. Before she could even raise her gun, a silenced bullet had already knocked the weapon out of her hand!
Anna, enduring the pain, rolled off the sofa, nimbly dodging stray bullets bouncing off the wall, and quickly rolled into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

However, before she could catch her breath, the bedroom door was slammed open!
Anna's heart tightened when she saw the other person ramming their entire body against the door hinge instead of kicking it.

A "bear hug" style goal-scoring move!
The KGB's most effective goal-scoring technique!
"Bang bang bang-"

The attacker held the gun close to his ribs with his elbow, pointing the muzzle naturally at throat level, and quickly raised the gun to fire at Anna.

Despite her best efforts to dodge, she lacked Rorschach's keen eyesight and reaction speed to detect bullet trajectories, and her arms and waist were still grazed by bullets.

Anna's heart sank.

This "throat-ready" gun-holding posture is the signature gun-holding method of the KGB Alpha Group.

She evaded the CIA's pursuit, but she never expected that she would eventually be found by the KGB!

And the team sent was the Alpha Group—clearly they didn't intend to leave her alive and wanted to eliminate her on the spot!

Soon, perhaps less than three seconds later, Anna was pinned to the ground by the attacker using the "Systema" fighting technique, with her elbows twisted into a joint lock.

“You don’t seem surprised at all.”

A cold Russian voice came from the voice changer on the man's face.

Anna had no doubt about the other party's identity—the entire Alpha team was equipped with voice changers, a fact known even to laymen.

She lowered her head, knowing her fate, and refused to say another word.

But the enemy clearly didn't intend to end her life so quickly.

The man's cold voice rang in her ears again: "In the past 48 hours, all your information has disappeared from the electronic network. Your face was deliberately obscured in the surveillance footage, and even your CIA electronic files were erased. Who exactly are you with?!"

Anna felt a piercing pain in her twisted arm, but she refused to answer the question.

She gave a shrill laugh and replied lifelessly, "What's the point of asking so many questions? Just kill me, I've already given up on living anyway."

"Tell us the other party's identity, organization, and purpose. This is an order from the Politburo. As long as you provide the information, you can live."

"hehe."

Anna glanced coldly at the man's eyes behind the mask and said sharply, "And then what? Continue to work for you? Be a tool that can be discarded at any time?"

"You are risking your life for your country! This is your mission!"

"Really? Then why are over 80% of the targets I've assassinated in the past decade high-ranking political assassinations?! Am I serving the country, or am I acting as an executioner for some powerful group?!"

Before she finished speaking, Anna's eyes were already filled with a death wish.

She endured the excruciating pain, twisting her arm until it dislocated, then headbutted the other person while simultaneously pointing her chest at the gun barrel, showing no sign of backing down.

However, the expected gunshots did not ring out.

A few seconds later, Anna, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly heard a familiar voice:
"Why haven't I seen you this ruthless before?"

Rorschach pulled off his mask and looked at Anna, whose face was full of determination. His gaze lingered on her arm, which she had forcibly broken, for a few more seconds.

Anna opened her eyes abruptly, and after confirming that it was indeed Rorschach in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then burst into an angry scream:

"Sukabul! You damn Chicago bastard! You think it's fun to mess with me?! Huh?!"

She frantically headbutted Rorschach, even uttering a string of trilled Russian slang in her emotional outburst.

Although Harold's words in the earpiece were not translated, judging from Anna's furious expression, they were definitely not pleasant.

"Hey, relax. You should feel lucky to see that the person behind the mask is me."

Rorschach grasped her arm and deftly put the dislocated joint back into place.

A muffled groan suddenly echoed from the bedroom.

Now that the truth was out, Rorschach spread his hands at Anna, who was glaring at him angrily: "If you want to escape the double attack from the CIA and KGB and join my camp, do you think you can avoid the loyalty test?"

"Then what about me fighting for you with injuries the other day?!" Anna was overwhelmed with emotion. "I've been with the KGB for ten years, and I've never been in a situation like that before, with several broken ribs, still fighting for you!"

"Hmm, that sounds a bit inhumane, but..."

Luo Xia smiled and extended his hand to her. "Congratulations on joining us. At least for the next few days, I will place a certain amount of trust in you."

Anna lowered her head and remained silent for a long time; only the violent heaving of her chest indicated the extent of her anger.

"Who else is in your organization besides yourself?" she asked, panting heavily.

"Right now, there are only three people. Besides me, there's my boss—you'll need to protect him for the next week. As for the other person, he's probably watching a rodeo in Montana right now. Oh, and there's also a dashing sheepdog, you can call him Brian, he might be the smartest dog you've ever seen."

“So—” Anna suddenly asked abruptly, “Did Montana also go through these endless loyalty tests?”

“Oh, no. I also helped him get revenge, killed the enemy who had wronged him, and then blew up the mayor and a senior New York judge,” Rorschach said candidly.

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Upon hearing this, Anna's previously subsided anger surged up again. She suddenly flipped over, pinning Rorschach beneath her, her long legs locking around his neck like iron clamps, and her buttocks slamming Rorschach's head against the floor.

She turned her head and looked down at Rorschach, who was firmly subdued, and said with great satisfaction, "You know what? I've been wanting to do this for days!"

Feeling the soft touch on his cheek, Luo Xia calmly replied, "OK, I have no objection to this move."

"What did you mean when you said you wanted me to be your boss's bodyguard for a week?" Anna rubbed her hip against Rorschach's head a few times and continued to press, "Are you really going to steal the nanobomb?"

“No, I just wanted to bring a little ‘justice’ greeting to Eastern Europe,” Rorschach replied with a smile.

Anna unconsciously frowned, and as if possessed, she shifted her hips upwards again.

Sensing a faint scent of sea salt, Rorschach asked, puzzled, "Are you sure your injuries are enough to sustain you through what's going to happen in the next hour?"

"Otherwise what? Are you planning to leave?" Anna retorted.

"You guessed right, let's save tonight's exercise for next time."

Rorschach pushed Anna away with a burst of strength, stood up, tidied his messy hair, and walked out without looking back: "I already owe one girl a dance, I can't owe her another one."

Anna stared at his departing figure until Rorschach's figure completely disappeared from sight.

The woman was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly and slowly sat up from the floor.

As she tidied up the messy room, she muttered to herself, "The Politburo? That name has been abandoned for over a decade. With such poor acting skills, she'll never be a spy."

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Manhattan.

The Vienna Ballroom on the top floor of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel has been completely booked.

The entire golden hall was filled with precious flowers, each one costing a fortune. The floor was covered with hand-woven Persian carpets, and champagne towers and waiters moved about throughout the hall.

Well-dressed New York elites were talking in hushed tones. In addition to the acting mayor's deputy mayor, several council members and even some high-ranking cabinet members were present.

The reason they gathered here was simple—tonight was the succession banquet for the princess of the Principality of Genovya.

The princess, who had been kidnapped for a day and a night, was returned to the embassy a day earlier by an anonymous kind person, which is why the banquet was able to proceed as scheduled.

At this moment, in the corridor outside the door, Anna was wearing a white evening gown with a fitted waist, not only with long lace gloves on her hands, but also with a dazzling diamond necklace around her neck.

She looked elegant and refined, a stark contrast to her former small-town girl image.

"Huhu."

Mia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

But the thought that behind the door were those important figures she could only see on television news, and that she was now representing the image of a country, made her heart race.

But soon, Rorschach's words from that day surfaced in her mind—

Does anyone dictate that being a princess requires conformity? If so, I hope you can break the mold and be a rebellious princess with a soul.

Treat life as an experience; be bold, for that matter.

【.】

Thinking of all this, and of Rorschach, Mia's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

A smile appeared on her lips, as if she had finally let go of some burden.

Soon, the waiter at the gate made a gesture.

Mia turned to look at her mother, nodded slightly, and then, with her head held high, strode into the hall with unprecedented confidence!
Applause and praises rose and fell.

Mia greeted the many guests with a smile, and finally, under the personal coronation of her grandmother—the Queen of the Principality—she was crowned with the diamond-encrusted crown that symbolized royal power.

At that moment, Mia suddenly realized that being a princess wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

However, she might be the most embarrassing princess in the world.

Not only was he kidnapped, but he was also seen in such a pathetic state.

Mia smiled somewhat shyly, while her eyes quickly searched the hall.

Not long after, when Mia saw the man leaning against the wall in the distance, raising his glass and smiling at her, her eyes lit up and her smile widened.

The hotel's back entrance.

Rorschach, having casually accepted an invitation and swiped through a few glasses of champagne, slid along the wall with one hand as he slowly made his way to his parking spot.

But the next second, he suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a girl dressed in a pure white princess dress and wearing a diamond crown stood with her hands behind her back, proudly raising her chin at him.

"I knew you'd sneak out of here."

Luo Xia chuckled. "What, after playing the heir, do you want to stage a princess runaway story?"

“I will not run away,” Mia said seriously, “and I promise I will never run away again.”

She walked step by step toward Rorschach.

After a moment of silent eye contact, Mia asked softly, "Harold said that you, like me, dislike that father you've never met. He also said what you would do after you met him, but he didn't finish. So I want to know, what exactly will you do after you meet him?"

"You want to hear the answer to the fairy tale, and you'll tell the truth?" Rorschach retorted.

"Hmm, a fairy tale?"

"With tears in her eyes, she recognized him and then served him for the rest of her life."

"And the truth?"

“I’ll beat that bastard to a pulp, then I’ll force his head down and make him kowtow at my mother’s grave until his skull shatters!”

Mia's expression froze instantly; only then did she realize that Rorschach's mother had passed away.

Just as she was at a loss, the man in front of her suddenly took a step forward and wrapped his strong arm around her waist.

Although she already had some guesses in her heart, Mia still couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness. I'm just here to collect my gift."

After saying that, Luo Xia lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Mia's body tensed abruptly, her hands, which had nowhere to go, slowly climbed up Rorschach's broad back.

Her body gradually relaxed, and finally, the toes of her crystal shoes gently rose up.

It turns out that what was shown in the movies was all true.
Mia hugged the man in front of her tightly and closed her eyes contentedly.

(End of this chapter)