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Chapter 151 Blood-Written Complaint: Bullet Change Requested! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The hotel looked rather ordinary.

Although it lacks luxurious relief murals, golden domes, and artistic decorations, it is quite large, with four or five floors.

Although the simple white walls and wooden furniture look a bit old, they at least remain clean and tidy.

The wealthy businessman I met on the train was clearly a regular here.

As soon as he entered the lobby, the receptionist smiled and handed him his room key.

As the merchant took the key, he gave Rorschach a strange smile, then walked confidently down the long, dark corridor.

The old man walked briskly, even turning back to look after every few steps, his eyes filled with a strange expectation.

Luo Xia stared at his retreating figure, the smile on his face gradually fading.

"gentlemen?"

The young receptionist asked softly, "Would you like me to check you in?"

Luo Xia sized up the young man in his early twenties and nodded slightly: "The best room."

He took a wad of US dollars from his wallet and threw it on the counter.

If that's not enough, Harold's black card can overdraft by up to a million dollars.

For Rorschach, sleeping under a bridge was no big deal when conditions were tough, but when he could afford to splurge, he never hesitated to make himself comfortable.

Seeing Luo Xia's wallet, which was almost bursting with cash, and the two black cards inserted inside, the receptionist's smile grew even brighter.

"this."

"Butcher (butcher)."

"Mr. Butcher, our hotel rooms are almost all mixed-gender, and the room types are all very similar, so..."

Just when Luo Xia thought he was going to get a refund, the other party suddenly held down the banknotes, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "So the more money you spend, the higher the quality of the girls in the room."

Luo Xia took the key, gave the seemingly harmless receptionist a deep look, and casually asked, "Was that guy a regular customer of your hotel?"

“Yes, Mr. Rooney comes to Slovakia for vacation almost every autumn. He is our VIP guest,” the receptionist replied with a smile.

"VIP? Your old-fashioned hotel can still offer VIP services with top-up payment?"

"That's right. If you want to top up your account, sir, you'll need to prepay $100,000," the receptionist explained softly. "After that, we'll show you the services and benefits that VIP guests can enjoy."

Rorschach tapped his fingers lightly on the black card in his wallet. Under the expectant gaze of the receptionist, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't think this is worth $100,000."

After saying that, he turned around and carried his heavy travel bag towards the room.

As soon as he left, the mandarin orange and lemon brothers started arguing in hushed tones:
"Should we stay here too, or find another hotel?"

"Are you fucking suffering from amnesia? Didn't you hear what this bastard said before? We need to assassinate him twenty-five times to survive. How can we do this if we don't live together?"

"That makes sense, but I can't sleep at night if I'm staying in the same hotel as this jinx."

"You still want to sleep? Prepare to pull five all-nighters!"

Just as the two brothers were swearing, the receptionist couldn't help but interrupt, "Gentlemen, are you checking in? If not, please leave as soon as possible."

"Fuck you? Who do you think you're talking to?!"

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, Black Lemon angrily drew his pistol from his waist and slammed it on the reception desk with a "bang".

It's worth noting that even at the Continental Hotel in New York, a place teeming with top-tier assassins, these two brothers were among the top fifty most experienced killers.

The reason he was so timid in front of Rorschach was because the other party was America's number one killer.

There's nothing shameful about being humble.

But it would be a big mistake to think that the two brothers are so easy to talk to everyone.

"A standard room with two beds, and it has to be clean." Lemon glared fiercely at the receptionist, banging the counter with the barrel of his gun, and hissed impatiently.

"Sorry, our rooms are all mixed-gender; we don't have twin rooms."

"Click——"

Mikan cocked the gun, pressed the muzzle against the receptionist's temple, and whispered menacingly in his ear, "Listen, buddy, we're in a really bad mood right now. If you keep nagging, we'll blow your head off and find another hotel. Of course, you can call the police, but before they arrive, we'll shoot your whole family first."

"."

The receptionist was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly gave a professional smile: "Sorry, I just remembered that we do have a vacant twin room."

"hehe."

Mikan gave him a cold glance, threw down a few banknotes, and left the lobby with Lemon, grumbling and cursing.

They were not worried at all that the other party would call the police or retaliate.

As mentioned earlier, there isn't a single kind-hearted person among those who can become assassins and have the resources to register in hotels in mainland China.

The receptionist watched them leave, then suddenly chuckled softly:
"There are bound to be customers who like this kind of troublemaker."

upstairs.

When Luo Xia pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was five scantily clad girls, all of them with their upper bodies bare and wearing only thongs.

Upon seeing Rorschach, they were not alarmed at all; instead, they excitedly surrounded him, chattering excitedly:

"So, you're the roommate the hotel assigned to us?"

"Haha, with a roommate like this, I wouldn't want to go to sleep at night."

"Is he an American man?! I like Americans the most!"

"."

The girls screamed exaggeratedly, and as they left, they didn't forget to run their fingers suggestively across Luo Xia's arms and chest, their provocative intent was all too obvious.

"Hey cool guy, we'll be waiting for you at the bar tonight!"

As the last girl winked at him and left, Luo Xia smirked coldly.

The exaggerated dialogue, stiff body language, needle marks on his arms, deliberate coquettishness, and the synchronized undressing movements of the other party after he entered the room.
Even without the aid of the [Master of Trace Analysis] skill, Rorschach could easily see through these clumsy performance tricks.

It seems this hotel is indeed hiding some shady dealings.

Child trafficking?

D-grade product control?
A performance of torture and murder?

Rorschach didn't care about any of that. He simply unzipped his travel bag, revealing neatly stacked firearms that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the light.

Let's use this bunch of scum to warm up.
A few minutes later.

Luo Xia, looking travel-worn, took a hot shower. He had checked the map before checking in; the location Mia's father had mentioned was only a two- or three-hour drive away.

There is plenty of time.

Hey, I just met you~

"And this is crazy~"

"But here's my number~So' Call Me Maybe!!!"

Luo Xia hummed a popular tune he had learned from Mia, casually wrapped a towel around his waist, and pushed open the bathroom door, his singing abruptly stopping.

on the floor.

Dozens of cobras stood with their heads raised, flicking their tongues, their cold, vertical pupils fixed on him.
Outside the door, Mikan and Lemon held their breath, straining to hear what was happening inside.

"Dude, are you sure he's afraid of snakes?"

"It has nothing to do with fear. There are dozens of highly venomous cobras. If he were to be bitten by one, we would not only have completed the task he was given, but we would also become industry legends in taking down Rorschach!"

"Fuck, these snakes cost thousands of dollars! Don't let them go to waste!"

"Easy, easy"

As the two waited anxiously, the singing in the room suddenly stopped, leaving only intermittent hissing sounds.

But soon, even the hissing of the snake disappeared.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the door was suddenly pulled open.

Caught off guard, the fat and thin monks could only pretend to be very busy, one looking down at the floor and the other looking up at the wall.

Rorschach, now dressed in a bulletproof suit, glanced at them and casually tossed a crumpled towel onto the ground.

Dozens of cobra carcasses rolled out, each one precisely gutted.

"It must have been really tough for you to find so many venomous snakes in such cold weather."

Luo Xia tossed the snake gall from his palm into his mouth, swallowed it with a thud, and then wiped his hands on their clothes.

"Let's go to the bar, it's on me."

After Rorschach calmly brushed past them, Mikan and Lemon frantically wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"Did you just see that?"

"I saw it! This guy was most likely from Yuenan in his past life. He could swallow so many snake gallbladders in one gulp!"

"Hurry up!" Luo Xia suddenly turned to them and shouted, "And don't forget, there are still twenty-four assassination attempts!"

"Okay! Coming right away!"

"I can't forget it! I absolutely can't forget it!"

The two brothers jumped up and jogged after him.

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For many people who have never been to Eastern Europe, their impression of it might be one of economic backwardness, a disgrace to Europe, streets teeming with thieves and robbers, prostitutes every few steps, cities teeming with gangs, rampant human trafficking, and appallingly chaotic public security.
But when you actually come to Eastern Europe, such as Bulgaria, Romania, and Slovakia, you will find that all your preconceived notions about Eastern Europe are absolutely true!

At that moment, in a bar across from the hotel.

Dozens of voluptuous blonde women were locked behind glass display cases, posing and preening for the men drinking like commodities, resembling Barbie dolls waiting to be purchased.

And that is indeed the case, and it is even cheaper.

After all, for just twenty US dollars, you can pick any person and be taken to a private room in the back to enjoy some "Eastern European hospitality".

Authentic Barbie dolls are much more expensive than this.

"Of course there are Continental Hotels in Eastern Europe, but they are located in Romania. After all, among these terrible countries, Romania is the only one with a relatively stable situation."

"However, the assassins here are almost all gunmen from gangs, and their professional level is ridiculously low, far from comparable to those in New York, London, or Osaka."

"Russia is quite nice. I heard there's a ballet theater there that trains female assassins. Tsk tsk tsk, imagine female assassins in white stockings and bodysuits—they're way more exciting than these prostitutes, hahaha."

At a round table, Rorschach listened to the Fruit Killer recount gossip from the assassin world.

After a few drinks, the two men started talking more.

When men drink too much, they either talk about women or politics, and they were clearly talking about the former.

"Boss Luo Xia, don't you want to pick a few girls to have some fun?" Lemon pointed at the glass display case and patted her chest proudly. "There are twenty-six girls in total. As long as you like them, Luo Xia, I'll buy them all for you!"

Looking at the group of prostitutes whose faces were unnaturally flushed, clearly indicating they had taken drugs to work, Luo Xia shook his head expressionlessly.

"A woman bought with money is meaningless."

He said calmly, "When desire is linked to money, women will always act incredibly exaggerated and hypocritical."

Mikan immediately nodded in agreement, saying, "Yeah, just like S-throat and G-surge, these are things that don't exist at all; they're all exaggerated expressions by women."

Luo Xia glanced at this guy who seemed to have never made a woman orgasm, shrugged, and stood up, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."

After watching Rorschach leave his seat and confirming that he had entered the restroom, Lemon immediately pulled a glass dropper from her pocket.

"What are you doing?" Mikan asked, frowning.

"Ricin is colorless and odorless. Ingesting it will cause organ failure within twelve hours, leading to certain death!"

"Of course I know what this is. But to poison someone when we're having such a pleasant conversation, isn't that a bit too despicable?"

"Shut up, buddy! The more he acts like this, the more he's implying we should kill him. Can't you see? This guy's a psychopath who enjoys playing death games."

Lemon poured all the toxins from the dropper into Rorschach's glass, even stirring it with his index finger.

"This thing is for special agents, it cost me two thousand yuan. I don't have much left, so I hope I don't waste any more."

After stirring, he habitually put his wet fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.
The next second, the black man froze.

at the same time.

As soon as Luo Xia stepped out of the bathroom, he was surrounded by the group of girls he used to live with.

They flirted with them using explicit language, implying that if he bought them a drink, Rorschach could do whatever he wanted.

But after seeing the dense needle marks on their arms, Rorschach had already lost interest in this kind of person and only gave a perfunctory reply.

Seeing that Rorschach was not interested, the girls were quite carefree and quickly went to look for new prey. Some of them even turned their attention to Mikan and Lemon, who were traveling with Rorschach.

Just as they were about to leave, Luo Xia suddenly called out to the Asian girl at the back of the group: "You're from China, right? You were just tricked into coming here not long ago?"

The girl visibly stiffened, then turned around, trying to appear calm: "I don't understand what you're saying. I'm a Chinese student here to study abroad."

"is it?"

Rorschach lit a cigarette, gazed at her silently, then sighed softly, "Your parents were killed by them, weren't they?"

"you"

The girl turned around abruptly, her lips trembling: "Who are you? Are you also from the hostel?"

Luo Xia shook his head, his gaze falling on the pendant on her necklace—the photo slot inside was empty when opened.

"You and your parents came to Eastern Europe for tourism or business, but they were murdered by the local gang, and you became bait to lure their prey. You wanted to escape, but you were controlled by drugs and afraid of being raped and beaten again, so you had no choice but to submit. Am I right?"

The girl trembled all over, and after a long while, she asked with red eyes, "Are you a policeman? No...the police are in cahoots with them. Are you an American policeman?"

"The point is not who I am, but who you are."

Luo Xia flicked his cigarette ash, his tone indifferent: "You're not exactly a bad person, but you're definitely not a good one either. But none of that matters. However, I'm curious, does a girl like you, who's already fallen into the abyss, still have the guts to take revenge on this hotel?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and shook her head, saying, "What, what exactly do you want to say?"

“I just want to tell you that if you still have the guts, I can give you a chance tonight.” Rorschach looked at her calmly.

"What opportunity?" the Asian girl asked, her voice trembling.

Rorschach stared indifferently at the girl, whose needle pricks were few and whose drug addiction was not yet deep:

"An opportunity to write a complaint letter in blood and make change with bullets."

In the dimly lit booth area, Fruit Killer was impatiently waving away the girls who were crowding around him.

With my life hanging by a thread, I have no time for pleasure.

Lemon was frantically gulping down alcohol and rinsing her mouth, looking annoyed: "Damn it, why didn't you remind me!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you'd lick the poison yourself after you'd done it!" Mikan retorted.

His gaze swept past the noisy crowd and landed on Rorschach, who was talking to an Asian girl in the hallway. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "When Rorschach and that woman are in bed, we'll set up a sniper rifle outside the window. Just when he's most engrossed and least focused, we'll headshot him! How about that?"

“Good idea, but where are we going to get a sniper rifle?” Lemon asked while rinsing his mouth.

Mikan scoffed, "We'll just raid a few local gang strongholds."

Just as the two were plotting the assassination, the hotel receptionist suddenly appeared in front of their table.

"Gentlemen, to express my apologies for what happened during the day, may I buy you a drink?" The man smiled at Mikan and Lemon.

"Fuck you! Can't you see we're talking about business?!"

"go away!"

The two brothers reprimanded him without any politeness.

The receptionist's face stiffened; she had clearly never encountered such a difficult customer before.

He winked at the bar, and soon two cocktails were served.

"I apologize for my poor hospitality during the day. These two glasses of wine are my way of making amends." The receptionist smiled at the two of them before turning to leave.

"and many more!"

Mikan suddenly called out to him, "You apologized but won't drink with us? You're not planning to poison us, are you?"

The receptionist glanced back at him, then picked up one of the glasses without changing her expression and was about to drink it.

At this moment, Mikan pushed him away and said, "Alright, get lost."

The receptionist maintained her professional smile and then picked up another untouched glass of wine on the table: "Then consider this glass my apology."

After saying that, to the astonishment of Mikan and Lemon, he downed the poisoned wine that had been prepared for Rorschach in one gulp.
After he walked away, Mikan and Lemon couldn't help but look at each other.

"This guy drank my poisoned wine worth two thousand US dollars!"

"Fuck, we didn't even invite him for drinks."

"Two thousand US dollars worth of ricin, and it killed such a nobody?"

I hate people who are overly friendly!

"Never mind, let's go back and find a few gang hideouts to get a couple of sniper rifles first."

The two men finished the drinks served by the front desk while grumbling and cursing, and then got up to leave.

But before they had taken more than a few steps, they suddenly stumbled.

"Shit, what kind of drink did this guy order? It's so strong!"

Soon after, when Rorschach returned, the two brothers were nowhere to be seen in the bar.

(End of this chapter)