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Chapter 153 "No, I should be the one saying that—" (Seeking monthly votes)
"Thorn-"

The flickering flame of the match traced a perfect parabola before landing in the gasoline-soaked hotel.

Flames instantly engulfed the entire building, and within three minutes, the entire inn was engulfed in flames.

In the burst of flames, a bloodstained hand abruptly flipped over the signboard in front of the door, revealing a "Full" sign.

Outside the gate.

Four figures, varying in height, weight, gender, and even skin color, stood silently, gazing at the inn that had been transformed into a hellish inferno.

"that."

As the fire raged at its peak, Rorschach suddenly spoke up: "There shouldn't be many drugs in this hotel, right?"

“D-grade goods?” Nikita recalled for a moment: “There are some, but it seems there aren’t many.”

"That's fine."

Luo Xia breathed a sigh of relief; he never wanted to experience the awful feeling of being passively intoxicated again.

Looking around, Nikita was staring intently at the towering flames, his eyes burning with hatred and anger.

As for liberation, this isn't a movie after all. Killing her enemy can't erase the inhuman torture she suffered in the past, especially since the hotel owner is still alive and well.

The situation is quite different for the fruit killer.

Mikan, with a cigarette dangling from her lips and hands on her hips, looked on with relief at surviving the ordeal; Lemon, clutching a scalpel, frantically stabbed the head in her arms—the head of the wealthy businessman Rooney who had tormented them in the cellar.

This deranged, wealthy tycoon now only has his head intact—at least for now.

"Fuck! Fuck! I've been in this business for over a decade and I've never been injured like this!"

Lemon stabbed through the rich businessman's eye socket while cursing.

After Rorschach rescued them, he counted the knife wounds on his chest. There were a total of twenty-six knife wounds, with the flesh torn open. Although none of them had broken the bone, the pain still made his body tremble.

What he found most unacceptable was that, as a seasoned assassin, he had almost fallen into the hands of a perverted rich man.

Rorschach glanced at the black man who was already somewhat mentally unstable, and casually tossed a suitcase to Nikita.

"The money in this box was just found in the hotel; it's probably all taken from the murdered tourists."

Nikita stared at the bulging suitcase, then suddenly looked up: "You, you're trying to kick me out?"

"if not?"

Rorschach replied expressionlessly, "You wouldn't be thinking of coming with me, would you?"

“I…I…” Nikita looked at Rorschach’s cold, hard profile, lowered her head, and remained silent.

She did want to follow this man. Although they had only spent less than five minutes together, she would never forget the killing techniques he had taught her in the cellar.

But she also knew in her heart that she was nothing special.

Even if she's good-looking, her body has long been ruined, and given this man's personality, he definitely wouldn't be interested.

“If you can’t even hold a gun properly,” Rorschach patted her thin shoulder, “you shouldn’t be going into the dark.”

His voice softened, a rare occurrence. "Go to a stable environment, use the money to open a small shop, and marry an honest man. Holy crap. Do you know how much I envy that kind of life?"

“Then—” Nikita suddenly looked up, staring intently at Rorschach, “After I learn how to shoot, can I come to see you again?”

Luo Xia met her stubborn gaze and suddenly laughed: "Suit yourself. But be careful in the future, you won't always run into a busybody like me."

He left the pistol from his waist to the girl before he left.

"See you next time, if fate allows."

With a final wave, Rorschach lit a cigarette, then, without looking back, slung his travel bag over his shoulder and walked into the darkness of the road, illuminated by the flame.

Nikita stared at the man's back, then looked down at the gun in her hand, remaining silent for a long time.

"Damn it, die, you bastard!" Lemon kicked the head in his hand into the sea of ​​fire with a flying kick, winked at Mikan, and the two of them chased after Rorschach in the direction he had left.

With over twenty assassination missions remaining, they dared not disobey Rorschach's orders, especially since he had just saved their lives.

But something felt off. Lemon stared at the receding figure in the distance, scratching her head in confusion.

Despite being the target of assassination, he saved the assassin's life, and all of this was at Rorschach's own request.

The more they thought about it, the more confused they became. Lemon and Mandarin exchanged a helpless look, but they could only grit their teeth and continue this absurd game of chase.

As Lemon passed Nikita, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head to look at the stubborn girl, and thoughtfully took out a gold coin from his pocket.

"If you really don't want to go back to a boring, ordinary life, then take this gold coin to the Continental Hotel in downtown Bucharest, Romania, where you can register as an assassin."

Lemon tossed the gold coin, winked at Nikita, and added, "If you mention my brother and me, you might get free training. Uh, never mind, just mention Rorschach's name. That God of Slaughter's reputation is way more effective than ours."

In an instant, only Nikita's lonely figure remained in front of the burning hotel.

The night wind swirled sparks around her as the girl looked down at the cold gun in her left hand and the gleaming gold coins in her right.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, carefully put away the two items, picked up her suitcase, and stepped into the night without looking back.

Target – Romania.

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Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia.

Located on the banks of the Danube River, which is very famous in literary works, this youngest capital city in Europe has a unique style. Perhaps due to too many political factors, the city's architectural style is quite chaotic, with Central European Gothic architecture as well as Soviet Brutalist architecture.

Meanwhile, in this small town on the outskirts of the capital...

Inside a smoke-filled restaurant.

Rorschach, who had just returned from the restroom, stared at the whiskey on the table, which was bubbling strangely, and fell silent.

He glanced sideways at the corner.

Mikan and Lemon were covering their faces completely with newspaper, but two pairs of eyes peeking out from above the newspaper were nervously glancing this way.

Disappointed, Rorschach casually pushed his wine glass aside and picked up his knife and fork to enjoy the sizzling roast beef in front of him.

As a result, he put the knife and fork down again as soon as he picked them up.

Although the beef looked crispy on the outside and had a perfect rose color, Rorschach's temples began to throb.

He knew very well that this was the "Judgment Eye" perceiving danger.

For more than two decades, this intuition, more accurate than any radar warning, has saved him from danger countless times.

At this moment, Luo Xia suddenly felt that the so-called assassination was not so scary after all.

This method of poisoning is far less threatening than close-range shooting or long-range sniping.

After all, even if he could see the trajectory of the bullet, it would be by no means easy to completely dodge it.

To be honest, the main problem was that the Fruit Brothers' methods were too clumsy.

Aside from poisoning, these two had almost no other assassination skills, forcing Luo Xia to be extra cautious about everything he ate and drank.

He was about to call the waiter to change his steak when a figure sat down opposite him first.

"Rorschach~ Butcher~~~"

The newcomer was a woman. Although she was not tall, she had a toned and well-proportioned figure, showing obvious signs of long-term training. And most importantly, this woman exuded a familiar, chilling aura.

"Counter-Terrorism Bureau?"

Rorschach rested one hand on the back of his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He glanced at the young woman and casually asked, "Isn't your CTU only responsible for counterterrorism within the country? What, are you here to steal nanobombs this time too?"

“Yeah.” Shaw nodded without any hesitation, then rested his chin on his hand and stared at Rorschach with great interest, saying, “But besides stealing the bomb, we also need to take care of the Federation’s most wanted criminal.”

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow. "The wanted criminal you're talking about, could it be me?"

"What else?" Xiao shrugged.

Perhaps because the attitude of the higher-ups in the Counterterrorism Bureau towards Luo Xia had always been ambiguous, she had always been more curious than hostile towards Luo Xia.

Therefore, although she had already set up an encirclement as soon as she discovered the other party, she did not rush to make a move.

"Among the 50 most wanted fugitives in the United States, you have the highest bounty."

Xiao explained softly, "Sixty million US dollars, that's more than double the amount of the second place. Even the one that caused the lights-out on 9/11 is far less than you."

Luo Xia smiled upon hearing this. "9/11 resulted in three thousand deaths, over six thousand injuries, and the number of rescue workers who died in the subsequent rescue efforts reached as high as four thousand. And what about me?"

He shook his head slightly. "The number of innocent people affected by me is far less than that of 9/11, but just because I killed a group of hypocritical and dirty celebrities and an old hag who should have gone to hell long ago, I was directly promoted to the top of the wanted list. I can only say that this standard of judgment is absurd."

"Are you trying to justify yourself, tell me you're not that bad, and beg for forgiveness?"

Xiao scoffed dismissively, "Then I can only apologize. You can only blame yourself for being too arrogant, daring to step into this town without any disguise."

"Do not--"

Luo Xia smiled slightly. "I'm the one who should apologize."

"Bang——!!!"

An armor-piercing bullet shattered the glass instantly and struck Rorschach's chest like lightning, but ultimately only blasted a bowl-sized hole in the sofa behind him.

The moment the other side fired, Luo Xia's body had already darted out like a cheetah, and his swift fist slammed hard into Xiao's forehead.

Xiao raised her arms to block in front of her head, but the moment her fist collided with Luo Xia's, a strong rubbing pain surged like a tide, making her arms numb.

That guy's punch was incredibly heavy!
Immediately afterwards, she quickly drew her pistol and aimed it at Luo Xia, but his fists and feet were far faster than hers, giving her no chance to draw her gun.

The two engaged in a close-quarters hand-to-hand combat on the sofa bench, with sniper bullets occasionally whizzing in from afar. But each time, before the bullets were even halfway through their flight, Luo Xia seemed to have the ability to foresee the future, forcefully pulling Xiao away from him and quickly dodging the bullets.

The restaurant patrons were all shocked and left their seats in a panic, scattering in all directions.

In the corner, Lemon and Mikan exchanged a glance, whispered among themselves, and then made up their minds. They drew their pistols, stood up, and quickly walked toward Rorschach's position!

"Bang bang bang-!"

Sensing the danger behind him, Luo Xia used his elbow to pin Xiao to the sofa, then lowered his head and used his bulletproof suit to block their bullets.

These two guys really know how to find opportunities.
At that moment, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the restaurant. The moment a group of people who looked no different from tourists entered, they formed a tactical formation and quickly blocked the exit.

Xiao, who was being pinned down by Luo Xia, let out a low shout, and an astonishing power burst forth from her petite body as she struggled to break free from Luo Xia and was about to retaliate.

But the next second, a powerful elbow strike came down from above, slamming into her forehead and opening a gash in her skull, knocking her unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and glared angrily at the Fruit Brothers.

Those two bastards are still frantically searching for their heads, hoping to deliver a fatal blow.

Upon seeing his angry gaze, the two men immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at him with embarrassment and fear.

Luo Xia grabbed Xiao's body and blocked him in front of the glass. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemies who had just entered had set up their guns and had not yet formed an encirclement, he quickly threw the stun grenade that he had timed a few seconds earlier!
In an instant, a roar and the sound of shattering glass rang out simultaneously.

The Rorschach people had smashed through the glass and entered the street.

Stimulated by the gunshots and explosions, the few pedestrians on the road were either screaming in panic or hiding in the corners of the street.

Luo Xia glanced coldly at the sniper on the rooftop of a residential building in the distance, then suddenly shifted his body to the side, dodging another whistling bullet.

"Fake!"

The sniper cursed angrily. At that moment, in the shot, Rorschach walked briskly behind the shadow of the streetlights with a blank expression. His figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, and his speed was extremely fast. The speed at which he moved his gun could not even keep up with the pace of his opponent.

"boom--"

The sniper bullet struck the wall behind him hard, but Rorschach continued running forward without looking back.

Counterterrorism Bureau plus CIA
He deliberately showed up in this target town to test which forces the White House had sent.

Is this the result?

They sent this kind of scum to try and steal the nanobomb?
Luo Xia scoffed dismissively. Seeing a yellow BMW MINI parked on the side of the road with its door open, he bent down, climbed into the car, started the engine, and sped away, leaving all the agents chasing him behind.

In the rearview mirror, Mikan and Lemon were running away at top speed.

Although they did not fire on the CIA and counterterrorism personnel, given the domineering nature of these agencies, they would not care whether they were enemies or not and would immediately take them back for questioning. The two dodged the bullets and quickly fled the scene.

Inside the restaurant.

Xiao scrambled to her feet, her head spinning. Her face was covered in blood, and the gash on her head from Luo Xia's elbow was still oozing blood that trickled down her cheeks and stained her collar.

"Fake!"

She cursed angrily and kicked the sofa hard.

She knew this was a formidable opponent, but she never expected that he would escape so easily with just a few punches and kicks.

The phone rang, and when it was answered, a calm voice with a commanding tone came through.

"Plan failed?"

"Ah."

"Since they dare to show up so brazenly, they can't possibly be afraid of our encirclement. Let's cancel any further actions against Luo Xia for now."

"It's all because of those CIA idiots! They're just a bunch of ordinary agents with terrible marksmanship. Jack said the CIA sent their elites this time, but I didn't see a single one! And the Department of Homeland Security? I didn't see any of them even in Slovakia!"

“These guys are all eyeing the nanobombs in the military base. Rorschach is just a secondary target. Let’s ignore him for now and get the nanobombs first.”

Xiao frowned slightly in displeasure, but since the other party held a higher rank in the bureau and had command authority over this overseas operation, she forced herself to suppress her annoyance and replied, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the whiskey on the table, picked it up irritably, and took a big gulp, but then immediately vomited.

"What kind of wine tastes so awful?"

Gunshots rang out continuously in the streets.

But Luo Xia had already disappeared, and even Mikan and Lemon didn't know when or where they had escaped to.

After the gunfire subsided, a blonde woman in a suit, exuding a sophisticated and capable air, emerged from a coffee shop. Beside her stood a middle-aged man, also dressed in a suit, but with a rather comical appearance and thick eyebrows.

The woman glanced at the CIA agents retreating down the street and smiled faintly, "I'm afraid the CIA is the only intelligence organization in the world that would recruit so many amateur plainclothes agents. They managed to let the target escape even with an encirclement of dozens of people. Don't you think so, Johnny?"

She called out twice, but when there was no response, she turned around and saw her partner scratching his head in front of a telephone pole.

Johnny frowned in confusion, his comical expression resembling that of a bewildered pug.

If I remember correctly, my car was just parked here. How come it's gone in the time it takes to buy a cup of coffee?

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late at night.

All sounds are silent.

Outside a military base, dozens of kilometers from the town.

Luo Xia stubbed out his cigarette, quickly dodged the patrol searchlights, and moved swiftly to a wall.

The nanobomb will depart from this military base a day later and be transported to the border by the army. At that time, attack helicopters and armored vehicles will lead the way. Even if he has heavy weapons, he alone will not be able to forcibly take the nanobomb from the army.

Therefore, he chose to scout out the base first and find the location of the target.

"crunch-"

He quickly twisted the titanium wire cutters in his hand, cutting the chains of the barbed wire, but suddenly, Rorschach's ears twitched, and he raised his head.

A hundred meters away, a man wearing a tattered overcoat was biting a carrot and using titanium pliers to cut through barbed wire in the same manner.

Soon, as if sensing something, the man also abruptly turned his head.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.

One second. Two seconds
Several seconds later, a blinding light swept across the guard post. The two men instantly ducked, avoiding the searchlight, and stopped looking at each other, cutting the barbed wire even faster.
(End of this chapter)