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Chapter 154 Americans—Global Enemy (Seeking Monthly Tickets) (Two Chapters Combined)

"carrot?"

As Rorschach rapidly cut through the barbed wire, he glanced warily at the strange homeless man out of the corner of his eye.

The other person's physique and outline were strikingly similar to his own, and even his tattered homeless clothes were very similar to the outfit he wore when he was undercover in Washington.

What bothered him even more was that the sharpness that flashed in those eyes during that brief eye contact was something that no ordinary homeless person could possess.

Of course, that's pure nonsense.

How could someone cutting barbed wire outside a Slovakian military base late at night be an ordinary person?

But why carrots in particular?
Luo Xia tilted his head, dismissing the nonsensical question from his mind.

I don't care who it is!
Anyone who dares to block the way tonight will be sent to meet God!

With a soft "click," a neat gap was cut in the barbed wire.

Taking advantage of a gap in the searchlight's sweep, Rorschach nimbly slipped inside, moving swiftly along the shadows.

He raised his hand and gently touched the tiny earpiece hidden in his ear, whispering:

"Harold?"

"Keep walking forward and stop in front of the third warehouse."

"Copy (Received)".

Rorschach didn't ask any further questions.

Since deciding to come to Slovakia, Harold has hacked into the military system and obtained a 3D map of the military base that transports nanobombs.

Right now, that guy is probably comfortably nestled in the library at the New York base, sipping green tea and calmly analyzing the best infiltration route.

Upon arriving at the designated warehouse door, Luo Xia crouched down to inspect the electronic lock, frowning as he said, "Buddy, I don't have the tools to crack the electronic lock right now. There aren't any here."

"518915."

A string of numbers came through the earphones, accompanied by the faint sound of tea being sipped.

".OK."

Luo Xia smiled and deftly entered the password.

No wonder Hollywood movie spy teams always have a hacker expert. He thought to himself, having a reliable teammate to support you really does give you peace of mind.

"This warehouse leads directly into the base. According to intelligence analysis, the nanobombs should be stored on the third underground floor."

"clear."

"Be careful. Once Rorschach enters the underground area, my signal will be cut off. At that point, I won't be able to hear you or track your movements on the computer."

"Why is the signal so bad on your end? It's so choppy, we can't even speak properly."

Rorschach asked casually, while simultaneously opening the warehouse door just wide enough for one person to pass through.

Just as he was about to sneak in, he suddenly caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

The radish-like man outside had also infiltrated the base, but compared to Luo Xia, who had the help of a hacker, his infiltration method was shockingly crude.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, watching as the other man nimbly evaded the surveillance cameras, climbed to the top of the guard post like a spider, and then cleanly and efficiently dispatched the two sentries with a standard GIGN (Gendarmerie Intervention Group) Savate kick.

Although its name is Gendarmerie Special Service, the GIGN is one of the most elite counter-terrorism special forces in France. It belongs to the French National Gendarmerie (a militarized police force) and was established in 1974. It is known worldwide for its efficient, precise, and lethal combat style.

Known as the "sharpest knife in the fight against terrorism," its strength should not be underestimated.

Rorschach immediately tapped the headphones:

What is the interval between inspections at the guard posts inside the base?

After a few seconds of static interference, Harold's voice came again: "Fifteen minutes, the next time will be about ten minutes from now."

"Fuck you, I knew seeing Frenchmen on the battlefield was never a good thing!!!"

Rorschach cursed under his breath, then, without further delay, slipped into the warehouse and sped along the route Harold had indicated.

Ten minutes later, when it is discovered that the guard post has lost contact, the entire military base will be placed on high alert.

Even if I obtain the nanobombs by then, I will not be able to escape the encirclement and annihilation of tanks and armored vehicles.

at the same time.

Below the base.

An elderly man dressed in a dark red woolen military uniform, with three silver stars arranged in a triangle on his epaulets, was strolling leisurely down the corridor.

The old man exuded an aura of authority, especially with a distinctive black mole on his brow. The patrolling soldiers straightened their backs and saluted him.

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General!"

The old man simply nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on some unseen target ahead.

As he turned a deserted corner, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Luther, how much longer until Benji arrives?"

A static crackled through the headphones: "Almost there, he should be here now."

Just then, the door to the storage room next door slid open silently.

A thin man in a cleaner's uniform poked his head out, a sly smile on his face.

"Ethan, you're half an hour later than planned."

“It took a bit of time to get this human skin mask; this old man’s mole isn’t so easy to replicate.” Ethan Hunter, disguised as the base commander, pointed to the mole on his eyebrow.

Benji, a member of the Impossible Mission team who had infiltrated under the guise of a cleaner, chuckled, "Where's this guy? Could it be..."

He raised a finger and ran it across his neck.

"He's fast asleep in his office, but this guy is definitely not a good person. There's a whole stack of torture photos in his drawer. If I wasn't worried about alerting him, I really wanted to..."

Ethan shook his head with a grim expression. Even with his years of experience as a secret agent accustomed to the dark side of things, this was the first time he had ever seen so many dark and bloody scenes.

A lieutenant general in a country was secretly a sadistic maniac who enjoyed torture and killing.

This country is beyond saving.

"Alright, I'll teach that old bastard a lesson another time. Did you bring the stuff?"

"of course."

Benji patted the briefcase hidden in the cleaning truck's compartment. "Optical stealth projection. With this, no one will get the nanobomb before us."

"Don't open the champagne halfway through." Ethan took the case and said with a serious expression, "I saw MI6 people in town yesterday. It was our old adversary, Ilsa, and an unremarkable agent. They might have already infiltrated the area."

Benji scoffed, "Then let MI6 add another defeat to their list. They should be used to it by now anyway."

"Hahaha"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Ethan straightened his general's uniform, picked up his briefcase, and strode toward the core area where the nanobombs were stored with the same dignified steps as a real lieutenant general.

As for the exact location, he had already gotten it out of the pampered, spineless general by using truth serum when he sneaked into the base commander's office.

This is the Impossible Missions Group within the CIA, which boasts a near 100% mission completion rate.

A multi-faceted agent, a top hacker, an all-around assistant, plus cutting-edge technological gadgets—he's practically invincible!
Thanks to their identical face masks to the base commander, Ethan and his companion made their way through the corridor to the room where the nanobombs were located.

At the bottom of this 100-meter-long "I"-shaped corridor, two soldiers are guarding the entrance with submachine guns in hand and their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Ethan, standing at the corner of the corridor, narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Benji, do you remember that time we were in the Kremlin back then?"

"Yep, I'll never forget that."

"Then let's do a remake today!"

Ethan unbuttoned the briefcase, nodded to Benji, and gestured for him to do so.

Benji took a pen out of his pocket and pressed it lightly.

The next second, a dripping sound suddenly echoed in the long corridor.

It was crisp and ethereal, as if the sound were ringing right next to my ear.

The two soldiers stationed at the gate looked at it with suspicion, then turned to look around, searching for the source of the dripping water.

Immediately afterwards, another series of dripping sounds rang out, even more rapidly than before.

As a military fortress, every pipeline system in the base undergoes rigorous testing, so how could such a sound possibly occur?

One of them immediately went elsewhere to search for the source of the sound, leaving only one soldier looking around trying to find something unusual.

The instant the other person's gaze shifted, Ethan instantly opened his briefcase, and a semi-transparent curtain unfolded in front of the two of them. Behind the curtain was a rectangular frame device that could capture the images of the corridor wall behind them in real time.

Dynamic holographic projection screen!
Ethan and Benji carefully carried the curtain forward. To the soldiers watching, all they could see was the empty corridor, just like before, and they couldn't see Ethan and Benji hiding behind the curtain.

To enter the room containing the nanobombs, both the base's commander and deputy commander must sign in simultaneously, and dynamic pupil verification is also required.

Therefore, even though his disguise was flawless, Ethan still had to rely on other means to enter the core area.

The soldiers who went to check the leak have returned, and now both soldiers are keeping a close watch on the front.

But they probably never dreamed that just a few dozen meters away, two CIA agents were approaching them step by step using a tool they had never heard of before, as if they were invisible.

Not long after, when the two sneaked to within about ten meters of the guard, Ethan slowly drew a strangely shaped black tubular object from his waist—the Willard silenced pistol.

The silent assassin rifle that MI6 specially designed for its agents during World War II.

There was no automatic loading or automatic firing; the sound of the bolt was minimized to the extreme, and the sound of the bullet leaving the barrel was like a falling leaf—light, but deadly!
Ethan steadily raised his pistol and aimed it at the guard's forehead on the left.

He must complete the entire sequence of actions—killing the enemy, manually ejecting the spent cartridge and reloading, and then eliminating the guard on the right—the instant he pulls the trigger, without giving the enemy a chance to fire a warning shot. It's somewhat difficult, but not impossible.

Ethan held up three fingers, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

321!

The countdown ended, and just as he pressed the trigger, something unexpected happened.

"call out--!"

A sharp whistling sound tore through the air, shattering the silence.

Before the guard on the left could even turn around, a straight jump knife had already pierced his temple with pinpoint accuracy!

The guard on the right turned in horror toward the source of the sound. Just as he raised his submachine gun, a dark figure leaped into the air with astonishing speed and delivered a powerful flying knee strike to his face!
In the blink of an eye, the two guards had been taken care of.

Ethan's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately raised his hand to signal Benji to stay still, looking warily toward the end of the corridor.

This is a guy who broke into a military base late at night wearing a suit and without any disguise on his face.

When Ethan saw the face clearly, he frowned slightly.

This guy looks so much like that $60 million Rorschach Butcher!

At this moment, Rorschach was completely unaware of the abnormality behind him.

He coldly kicked the two corpses aside—according to Nikita's intelligence, besides the wealthy, the majority of people who came to that hotel for pleasure were these soldiers.

Luo Xia felt not a shred of guilt towards them.

Moreover, he is now facing a thorny problem:

Electronic fingerprint locks, and it seems they also require iris verification.

Luo Xia stared at the tightly sealed alloy door and gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

The signals inside the base were completely blocked, and he could not get remote support from Harold.

"Um"

Rorschach stood in front of the door for a long time, but couldn't think of any way to break it down.

Even with his innate superhuman strength and the system's support, he couldn't possibly break through a 30-centimeter-thick special alloy with his bare hands. Moreover, he didn't know where to find the fingerprints and iris scans needed to open the door in the short term.

How about we lie in ambush first and see if that Frenchman can find a way to intercept us?
Just as Rorschach was pondering a solution, a series of undisguised footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

He turned his head and saw that the person who had come was the French agent who was gnawing on a carrot and whose methods were even more brutal than his own.

"*(&%&%)))_*)(%%))"

The other person immediately launched into a string of French upon seeing Rorschach.

To this, Rorschach could only shrug and say, "Sorry, buddy, I don't understand French, but if you're looking to surrender, I'll take it."

For some unknown reason, these words triggered an immediate fury in French agent Smith.

He charged forward suddenly, and in the instant he approached Luo Xia, after a standard elbow and knee defense, he used his left foot to propel himself into the air and delivered a powerful spinning kick straight for Luo Xia's throat!
Savate kicking technique!

The kicking technique that French special forces are required to learn has a special way of generating power and the movements have a ballet-like rotation, but it can cripple someone instantly!
Luo Xia quickly stepped back, dodging the attack, and at the same time, leaned forward and lunged forward, delivering a "Iron Mountain Strike" followed by a "Magical Elbow Strike" with his shoulder.

Although he learned many different fighting styles in the army, the one he was most comfortable using was Krav Maga, which is characterized by "efficiency, violence, and no rules".

Although the movements were rough, they were quite practical.

The sole objective is to render the opponent incapable of attacking in the fastest and most direct way.

With an elbow strike to lift the opponent's chin, a parry kick followed by a thumb aimed straight for the eyeball, and a knee strike to the groin, combined with Rorschach's superb reflexes and explosive power, the Frenchman was bent over in pain in just one exchange.

However, just as Luo Xia was about to deliver a smashing elbow strike to knock him down completely, the guy suddenly lay back, his thick legs wrapping around Luo Xia's arm that was in mid-air like venomous snakes.

Then he crossed his legs and pressed down, forcing Rorschach's arms to bend backward at a right angle.

The Gates of Hell (Omoplata)!
A scapular lock that requires extremely fast reaction time and speed to execute in actual combat.

But Rorschach neither dodged nor avoided, and with one arm he lifted the Frenchman's entire weight, then slammed him down to the ground!
A few months ago, he might have had to grit his teeth and persevere, but now, with his body strengthened by extreme combat, he is completely at ease and effortless!
There are no fancy moves like in the movies, only the purest muscle-bound combat!
To Rorschach's surprise, this Frenchman's resilience was exceptionally strong. An ordinary person would have been killed long ago by a broken spine after taking those heavy blows, but this guy was still able to lock his joints tightly.

Realizing he had been dragging things out for too long, Rorschach stopped arguing and was about to draw his silenced pistol from his waist to finish the fight quickly when suddenly a ball grenade rolled between the two of them.

"Waterfa?!"

Luo Xia's expression tightened, and the next second, a faint, almost inaudible cracking sound suddenly rang out!
Rorschach and the Frenchman were both slammed against the corridor wall by the shockwave, and then they were shocked to find that they couldn't get down.

A strange blue gel-like substance tightly wrapped around their bodies, its incredible stickiness fixing them firmly to the wall, preventing them from moving even a finger!
"If you ask me, you bunch of Anssa bandits will never learn to be gentlemen."

Accompanied by an elegant British accent, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit with meticulously applied hair gel walked calmly in, holding a long black umbrella.

Harry Hart.

A top agent of a British civilian intelligence organization!
(Harry Hart, from the movie Kingsman)
At this moment, he was walking past Rorschach and Smith with a mocking tone, while raising a finger and shaking it at them disdainfully.

"They didn't even get fingerprints or iris scans, and they think they can take the nanobomb with just fists and guns?"

He chuckled as he walked to the iron gate and took out the commander's fingerprint film and special iris contact lenses that he had prepared beforehand from his jacket pocket.

While expertly conducting the verification, he casually remarked, "By the way, the base general's office has already been visited. If it wasn't you who did it, it means there's a fourth party involved."

Rorschach stared coldly at the pretentious Englishman, his arms bulging with veins as he tried to break free of the strange adhesive. Smith beside him was also struggling, gritting his teeth.

But Harry didn't even glance at them. With a soft "beep," the alloy door slowly opened.

The guy turned around and gave me a victorious smile before gracefully stepping into the room.

Seeing the Englishmen get there first, Smith roared in fury, but no matter how hard he tried, his body remained firmly stuck to the wall and didn't move an inch.

Just then, Rorschach's hand suddenly covered his fist.

Smith looked up and met Rorschach's calm gaze: "Let's work together to tear open a gap. Once we're free, the nanobombs can each use their own abilities."

Feeling the incredible grip strength from the fist, Smith nodded heavily: "OK."

"Shit. You speak English, so why are you pretending to be a French hothead!"

Luo Xia glared at the rough man speechlessly.

The next second, both of their muscles tensed up at the same time, and the adhesive on the wall finally made a tearing sound as it could no longer bear the strain!
At that moment, Harry Hart stepped into the room and his eyes immediately locked onto the metal briefcase on the central table.

The box didn't have a password set—or rather, it hadn't even had time to be set yet.

According to the plan, this should have been set by the base commander himself before the transport tomorrow.

He quickly lifted the lid of the box, revealing four palm-sized bullets neatly arranged inside.

The warhead's tip is made of transparent glass and filled with a strange green liquid.

Harry's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Nanobombs—Got it!

He closed the box and was about to leave to return to the pre-prepared evacuation point, but before he could even step out the door, a fierce side kick came whistling from outside!

Having broken free of the adhesive restraints, Smith unleashed his full potential, raining down punches and kicks upon Harry with ferocious force.

Caught off guard, Harry's hand holding the suitcase was kicked hard, and in pain, he threw the suitcase away.

Smith leaped up and caught the box, but before he could even smile, a vicious headbutt slammed into his nose!
"Give it to me! This isn't something you Europeans can take!"

Rorschach snatched the suitcase away and simultaneously raised the muzzle of his gun, firing two bullets instantly at Harry, who was chasing after Smith.

Double Tap!
Harry narrowly dodged two blows to the head by tilting his head, and the special pen that slipped from his sleeve instantly emitted a blue electric current, hitting Rorschach's ankle precisely.

"Fake!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Rorschach, still clutching the box, tried to break out of the encirclement.

But Smith, having recovered, lunged forward and grabbed Rorschach's leg tightly: "Half for each of us!" he growled through gritted teeth.

"You bastard." Luo Xia pressed the muzzle of the gun against his temple, speechless.

If it weren't for the bond they had formed while fighting side by side, he would have shot the Frenchman dead long ago!
Harry Hart had caught up from behind and had already taken out a silenced pistol. But just as he was about to shoot Rorschach, Smith also drew his gun from his waist and aimed it at him.

In an instant, the three who had been fighting fiercely fell into a strange stalemate.

Rorschach squinted at the two European agents, his index finger firmly on the trigger.

Even if a firefight were to break out, he would show no fear—with his reaction speed, dodging the first bullet would be no problem.

But the strange pistol in the Englishman's hand made him wary; it was definitely not a common model on the market.

The three men looked at each other, but hesitated to make a move.

Just as Rorschach was about to lose his patience, a low warning suddenly came from the empty corridor behind him:

"Don't move!"

stab-

To Luo Xia and the others' astonishment, the sound of tearing fabric ripped, and the space in the corridor began to distort eerily.

An optical camouflage screen was roughly torn off, revealing two figures, an old man and a young man, hidden behind it.

Ethan had already switched to two semi-automatic pistols, his gaze coldly fixed on the three men in front of him. At the same time, he gave his partner Benji a signal, indicating that he should take the suitcase.

"CIA! I'm under orders to confiscate this nanobomb!"

Before he finished speaking, Rorschach, Smith, and Harry exchanged a knowing glance.

The next second, the gun barrels that were originally pointing at each other simultaneously turned around—

They all pointed at Ethan!
The three, who were originally fighting their own battles, strangely united when they encountered the CIA!
(End of this chapter)