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Chapter 149 What are the specialties of Eastern Europe? (Seeking monthly votes)

Half an hour ago.

To avoid attracting attention, Rorschach did not fly directly to Slovakia on a private plane owned by Harold's shell company. Instead, he chose to land in neighboring Hungary first and then use a false identity to purchase an international train ticket to Slovakia.

However, less than ten minutes after getting in the car, Rorschach regretted it.

There are too many reasons to regret it: the old, smelly carriages, the perpetually long lines for the toilets, and the perfunctory train attendants.
Of course, there was also that sticky, mushy food that even Brian wouldn't want to eat.

It wasn't until the appearance of these two assassins that this boring journey became somewhat interesting.

"Tell me, how did you find me?"

Luo Xia lit a cigarette and casually tossed two more to the "Black and White Duo" in front of him, asking with great interest.

The two men didn't mince words, and honestly replied with cigarettes in their mouths, "Actually, it was all just a coincidence."

Then, the two brothers, both in dire straits, began to recount their tragic experiences.

a week ago.

A man who identified himself as an "accountant" walked into the Continental Hotel in New York carrying a suitcase.

He immediately offered a bounty on Rorschach, which was the money in that suitcase, totaling about $640,000 after counting.

The money included both hundred-dollar bills and five-dollar or even one-dollar coins.

The entire suitcase full of the reward money was pooled together by hundreds of families.

Hundreds of innocent families lost loved ones because of Rorschach's actions.

This mysterious accountant somehow managed to visit all these families and raise the money to offer a reward to Rorschach.

Faced with such a reasonable reward, Winston, even though he was extremely unwilling to offend that scourge, had no choice but to follow the rules and enter the bounty into the mainland hotel system.

Even more bizarrely, this "accountant" seemed to be someone of considerable influence, as a single phone call raised Rorschach's bounty to the red list level.

The so-called "red list" means that if no assassin actively accepts a job within three days, the system will randomly assign it to an available assassin.

The "Fruit Brothers" sitting in front of Luo Xia now are the unlucky ones who were unfortunately selected by the system.

"We've seen you at the Mainland Hotel."

"Yes, I don't know if you received the news that you had a bounty on your head at the time."

"Since you're in New York, we're thinking of leaving the US to avoid trouble for now."

"We had planned to travel to Europe a long time ago, so we flew here a couple of days ago."

"Just finished traveling in Hungary and am planning to visit Slovakia."

"And then, damn it, I ran into you on this train."

"Anyway, we know our own limitations and we definitely can't take you down, so we might as well come over and make things clear."

"That's right! We swear to God we meant no harm, it's all a fucking coincidence!"

"It's like a damn Guy Ritchie movie!"

The two brothers, working in unison, explained the whole story clearly.

After listening, Luo Xia stared blankly out the window, remaining silent for a long time.

He didn't come to his senses until the flight attendant came over to stop him from smoking and Mikan gave her two banknotes to send him away.

"More than one hundred families."

He looked at the two of them expressionlessly: "Are you both victims implicated by me?"

Mikan replied cautiously, "Well, actually, saying 'involved' isn't quite accurate, because most of them are families of prison guards who died tragically in the Fox River State Penitentiary bombing."

Blackie Lemon added, "Besides, that accountant is probably a high-ranking executive at a mainland hotel, so there's no need for him to falsify anything."

"Um"

Rorschach pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed to his head:
“Come on, on behalf of those more than one hundred innocent families, point your guns here.”

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The two monks, one fat and one thin, exchanged a blank look, seemingly not understanding what Luo Xia meant.

They secretly speculated that this ruthless man was probably looking for an excuse to kill them—deliberately luring them into firing so he could rightfully retaliate.

With this in mind, the two brothers became even more hesitant to move.

However, the next second, the federal most wanted man spoke again:
"Along this journey, I have indeed harmed many innocent people in my quest for revenge. I must pay for the sins I have committed. Hurry up!"

Luo Xia raised his eyes, and all that remained on his expressionless face were a pair of fierce eyes.

“If you don’t shoot, I’m going to.”

Before he finished speaking, his right hand, which was hanging at his side, suddenly moved!
As experienced professional assassins, the Fruit Brothers didn't hesitate to pull out their sidearms the moment they caught the movement!
“Bang bang bang—!”

The muffled thuds of silenced pistols echoed throughout the carriage!
What happened next completely stunned the two brothers:

In the narrow space of less than a meter between seats, Rorschach's upper body moved with ghostly speed, his sidearm dancing in afterimages as he precisely deflected incoming bullets.

The car windows shattered, the seat backs were pierced, the packages on the luggage rack were smashed and the cotton wool flew everywhere, and the overhead lights in the car exploded.
Stray bullets raged wildly in the confined space!

"F-K!"

The muffled blast of the silenced gunfire only ceased when a stray bullet grazed Lemon's arm, causing the fat, dark-skinned man to cry out in pain. He didn't even bother with the wound on his arm, his eyes wide as he stared intently ahead.

Despite their intense firepower, Rorschach didn't even suffer a scratch. His bulletproof suit only had a few shallow bullet holes, none of which penetrated the lining.

Rorschach shrugged at them: "You were given a chance to shoot on behalf of the victims, but you didn't seize it. Looks like God isn't on your side today."

After saying that, he gently placed the pistol, which was riddled with bullet holes, on the table.

Mikan and Lemon immediately forced out fawning smiles that were more like crying, and even subconsciously raised their hands, their eyes practically overflowing with a survival instinct.

If they were only intimidated by Rorschach's growing notoriety within the Federation, witnessing him dodge bullets with a pistol and superhuman reflexes made them realize the reality of the situation.

This kind of monster is simply not meant for assassins of their caliber to face.

"Don't worry, although I'm in a really bad mood today and feel like killing someone, it won't affect you two."

Rorschach suddenly gave a playful smile and tossed the broken pistol to them. "You guys are kind of cute. I'm going to give you a mission."

"A mission?" Mikan and Lemon exchanged glances, while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

Judging from the situation, his life should be saved.

"For the next five days, I want you to launch a relentless assassination campaign against me! Remember, assassination!"

Rorschach held up five fingers. "Whether it's poison, a sniper rifle, a bomb attack, or a close-quarters assassination, I don't care. But you must guarantee to assassinate me five times a day. Can you do that?"

"It doesn't sound difficult, but why?" Mikan frowned in confusion.

Lemon suddenly realized something and asked excitedly, "You wouldn't be trying to test our abilities and then recruit us brothers to join you, would you?"

“Don’t overthink it, man. I never make friends with black people,” Rorschach interrupted mercilessly.

".OK."

Faced with such blatant political discrimination, Lemon could only stiffly twitch the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Luo Xia continued, “Five days, twenty-five assassination attempts. As long as you accomplish that, I will spare your lives.”

"What if we really kill you?" Mikan pressed.

"Congratulations on successfully avenging more than a hundred families. From now on, you are both assassins and saviors," Luo Xia said with a light laugh.

At this moment, the commotion inside the carriage attracted two railway police officers.

They stared warily at the three men, chattering in a local language they couldn't understand.

Upon seeing the bloodstains on Lemon's arm, he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, whether to call for backup or report the situation, it is unclear.

Seeing this, Luo Xia smiled and stuffed a wad of cash into their hands, then walked out of the carriage without a second thought, leaving the Fruit Killers and the other two arguing with the train police.

He walked up to the water dispenser, looked at the desolate scenery rushing past the window, and fell into deep thought.

Killing is difficult at first, but once you get used to it, it becomes as natural as breathing.

Even in the name of revenge, Rorschach did indeed kill too many innocent people.

Although he felt guilty, as he once told Wesley, if those families were capable of seeking revenge, he would accept it without retaliation.

As for the task assigned to the Fruit Brothers, it was purely because Anna's words had made him somewhat uneasy.

Having grown accustomed to direct confrontation, Rorschach had no experience of being assassinated repeatedly. Coincidentally, two relatively experienced assassins came up to him this time.

Let's just use the two of them to practice.

After all, if we can't even avoid their assassinations, how can we talk about fighting against agents from various countries?
As Rorschach pondered his next move, a man in the next carriage, devouring foie gras with his hands, caught his attention.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a well-tailored, handmade bespoke suit, and the leather bag next to him is a limited edition crocodile skin.

Clearly, this person is either very rich or of high status.

The man seemed to notice Rorschach's gaze as well.

He sized up Luo Xia's tall, handsome figure and took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "Foie gras, I specially asked the hotel to prepare it before I got on the bus. Would you like to try some?"

"Hand it to me with your saliva-covered hands?" Rorschach replied coldly.

This piqued the man's interest, and he said animatedly, "I love food, and I especially enjoy the feeling of handling it with my own hands. Especially—"

He stuffed half a piece of foie gras into his mouth, chewing as he looked at Rorschach with a predatory gaze, “making intimate contact with those lives that died for me.”

"Judging from your appearance, you're here in Eastern Europe to find a girlfriend?" the man struck up a conversation again. "As someone who's been there, I can recommend a good place to you."

He lowered his voice, "There you'll find the most authentic 'Eastern European specialties'."

"Eastern European specialties?" Rorschach asked without looking up. "Prostitutes? Drugs?"

“No, no, no, none of those.” The man shook his head mysteriously. “They are girls trafficked from all over the world. I know an inn where American men like you can be treated like gods.”

Seeing that Luo Xia didn't respond for a long time, the man looked slightly disappointed: "Of course, if you're not interested, then forget it."

"Do not--"

Luo Xia took a sip of his scalding coffee, looked at the inky black steam rising from the man's head, and his previous coldness vanished, replaced by a gentle smile.

"I am very interested in this hotel."

(End of this chapter)