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Chapter 156 I'll run away, but I can't run away (Seeking monthly votes)
"Crack-!"

The warehouse's iron door was suddenly pulled open from the inside!

A corpse with its neck twisted into a pretzel was thrown out, and Rorschach and Smith stepped out calmly, the sirens still blaring behind them.

Only two minutes have passed since the alarm sounded.

This amount of time is far from enough for the army to complete its tactical deployment. Although the time for withdrawal is not much, it is still sufficient.

Where did you park your car?

"Car? What car?"

"The car you drove here."

"I didn't drive, I walked here."

"You walked over 80 kilometers all the way from town?"

"No, I walked here from the Capital Airport."

"."

Rorschach's eye twitched.

He discovered that this Frenchman was not only single-minded, but also somewhat mentally unstable.

"Let's go, we'll talk in my car."

The two nimbly avoided the groups of fully armed soldiers gathering in the square and quickly moved along the perimeter of the base.

After squeezing through the gap in the cut barbed wire, they ran frantically toward the evacuation point without stopping.

In the open, both Rorschach and Smith possess formidable fighting capabilities, capable of taking on ten or even twenty opponents single-handedly. However, against a regular army, their individual combat prowess is utterly ineffective.

Putting aside everything else, just the 155mm wheeled self-propelled howitzers mounted on the armored vehicles in the base alone would be enough to overwhelm Rorschach with a single salvo, even if he could dodge bullets, he would have no chance of escaping the devastating bombardment of the full-scale artillery barrage.

"CIA, Brits, Frenchmen"

Rorschach ran as fast as he could, muttering to himself.

"All that's missing is the KGB, and then all the top intelligence agencies in Europe and America will be complete, hahaha."

He suddenly burst out laughing halfway through his sentence.

So what if so many forces come together?

In the end, didn't the nanobomb end up in their own hands?

Smith, who was following closely behind, couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at? We haven't escaped yet."

"I laugh at the CIA for being full of incompetents, and MI6 for being all show-off gentlemen. As for the Counterterrorism Bureau? Hmph, they're not even as good as third-rate security!"

Rorschach calmly lit a cigarette and simultaneously took out his car keys and pressed the button.

Several hundred meters away, the lights of a pickup truck, hidden by weeds, flashed in response.

"These idiots were only concerned with looting nanobombs inside the base. If anyone had been smart enough to set up an ambush outside, we would have been surrounded long ago. What a pity."

"It's not a pity."

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

Before Rorschach and Smith could react, a rocket came hurtling in and hit the pickup truck precisely!
"Boom--!"

The evacuation equipment instantly turned into a fireball!
The distinctive roar of the attack helicopter's propellers grew louder as they approached, and five armed helicopters were already circling overhead.

From the shadows of the withered trees ahead, a team of fully armed special forces slowly emerged: all wearing bulletproof vests, four-eye night vision goggles, and carrying M16 rifles specifically designed for counter-terrorism.

The leader was a giant black man who was over two meters tall, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Standing beside him was the female counter-terrorism agent he had crossed paths with at the restaurant.

"Rorschach Butcher."

The man stared intently at Luo Xia, his voice deep and powerful: "As you can see now, our Counterterrorism Bureau isn't like those intelligence agents who play one-on-one games. We use firepower to cover your weaknesses, and we use group encirclements if we can. Now, I'm giving you one last chance: hand over the nanobombs, and I might leave you with a whole corpse; otherwise—"

He suddenly waved his hand!

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Heavy machine gun bullets from the armed helicopter rained down on Rorschach just meters in front of him, the dust they kicked up almost hitting their faces.

If they had taken just one more step forward, they would have been torn to shreds in an instant!
Five Apache helicopters equipped with rocket launchers and heavy machine guns circled overhead, while more than twenty counterterrorism elites on the ground stood ready, not to mention the formidable-looking black commander.
Rorschach raised an eyebrow; this was indeed very much in line with the Counterterrorism Bureau's style.

When they have an overwhelming advantage, they always employ overwhelming counter-terrorism tactics.

"Dude, you're not being sincere in this negotiation."

After thinking for a moment, Rorschach held the briefcase containing the nanobomb to his chest and patted it. "If I don't hand this over, I'll die. If I hand it over, I'll still die. So why the hell should I give it to you?!"

"You have no choice."

The black commander said in a deep voice, "Don't even think about stalling for time to wait for the troops from the rear camp to come out. It will take them at least a minute to get here, which is enough time for you to die ten thousand times over!"

"Makes sense."

Rorschach nodded without changing his expression, then suddenly changed the subject: "Can I know your name, buddy?"

“Agent 7.” The black man raised one eyebrow and sneered, “I admire your courage, but let’s end the small talk here.”

He held up three fingers: "3—2—"

"Hold on~ Hold on (Just a moment)~"

Luo Xia suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, then pointed to a pile of grass behind him: "Let me ask my partner first."

"Partner?" Agent Seven frowned.

Rorschach and Smith exchanged a glance, then Rorschach suddenly turned and shouted, "Guys, if you keep playing dead, this bomb will end up in America's hands."

The next second, to the puzzled looks of the counter-terrorism bureau staff, a palm-sized sphere shot out from the haystack and exploded in mid-air!

In an instant, a super-intense light, far exceeding one million lumens and comparable to the midday sun, engulfed the entire area!
"Shet!!!"

The moment the intense light burst forth, everyone from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau was immediately plunged into a blinding white light, especially the pilots of several attack helicopters in the air, who instinctively increased their altitude to avoid the glare.

Having anticipated this, Rorschach and Smith closed their eyes the moment the flashbang was thrown and were now running frantically in the opposite direction.

Three figures had appeared beside them without their noticing—besides Harry Hart, there were Ilsa and Johnny from MI6.

Shortly after the counter-terrorism bureau appeared, Rorschach noticed the three people buried there.

"Kid! Hand over the nanobombs and I can arrange a safe evacuation for you!" Harry shouted at Rorschach as he ran.

This English gentleman is in a terrible state. Not only does he have several large bumps on his forehead, but his face is also covered with an unnatural flush from the truth serum.

However, Rorschach completely ignored this guy.

Now that we're practically in the same boat, they still want to negotiate with me.

Ilsa hurriedly added, "I've arranged for a speedboat to be hidden near the military dock. Once we get there, we can evacuate directly from the Danube River without any obstacles. Rorschach, I can tell you something: of the four nanobombs, Great Britain only needs three. You can keep one. As long as you hand it over, we'll take you away right now!"

"No! There's still one left that's mine!" Smith hissed at the group of Englishmen who had suddenly appeared.

"A Frenchman?!"

Ilsa glanced at the disheveled Smith with disgust.

Rorschach could accept receiving a nanobomb, since the whole world knows that even if this nationally wanted criminal got the bomb, he would only use it against the American authorities. But the Frenchman...
She couldn't accept handing over such a weapon to the French, who were also in Europe.

But Rorschach ignored the British's offers and turned his attention straight to the docks.

These guys were just dragged out to take the blame; he had no intention of negotiating with the British.

Moreover, he had already set a password for the suitcase, so unless he used brute force to cut it open, only he in the whole world could open it.

Behind them, the counterterrorism agents gradually recovered. Sporadic gunshots rang out, followed by the roar of propellers tearing through the air.

"Dude, bring out whatever other high-tech weapons you have."

Rorschach looked at Harry Hart; the guy's pockets were like an arsenal, always able to pull out unexpected equipment.

As expected, Harry's expression changed drastically as he heard the roar of the attack helicopter's engine getting closer.

He quickly pulled two spherical devices, each about the size of a glue grenade, from his pocket, pressed the start button on top, and tossed them behind him without looking back.

Rorschach and Ilsa couldn't help but turn around and look, but before they could ask any questions, the deafening sound of machine gun fire erupted behind them!
A barrage of bullets rained down on the five men, threatening to tear their legs apart in less than two seconds.

At this critical moment, the two thrown devices suddenly developed countless cracks on their surfaces, rapidly reassembling and deforming like Rubik's Cubes.

Then, several whooshing sounds rang out as several dark figures precisely struck the helicopter's rotor shaft, followed immediately—

"Rumble"

Several dazzling fireballs suddenly burst into the night sky!

The two leading armed helicopters were instantly reduced to burning wreckage!
"Anti-helicopter mines".

Harry snorted coldly without turning his head, "After sensing the change in rotor airflow, it will automatically coalesce into magnetic fragmentation projectiles, lock onto the airflow of a specific frequency on the rotor shaft, and then self-destruct!"

“Awesome.” Luo Xia exclaimed sincerely.

Although it is still unclear which organization Harry Hart belongs to, his methods are certainly endless.

The counterterrorism agents who were relentlessly pursuing them were completely dumbfounded—the attack helicopters they had gone to great lengths to acquire from a US military base in another country had been destroyed by those two little balls?!

Fortunately, the remaining three Apache helicopters had their machine guns ready and were poised to riddle the men with bullets.

However, Luo Xia and the others, who were running wildly, suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly in place.

Just as the counter-terrorism team was still puzzled, a series of earth-shattering cannon shots suddenly came from the front!
boom--!
Dozens of rockets streaked across the night sky, accurately hitting the remaining three helicopters and turning them into dazzling fireballs in the night sky.

In the distance, towards the military base, rows of BVP-2 infantry fighting vehicles have emerged, with T-72 main battle tanks, equipped with 125mm smoothbore cannons and twin anti-aircraft guns, leading the charge.
"Shet."

Surrounded from both sides, Luo Xia and his companions froze in place, not daring to make any rash moves.

When Luo Xia saw the old man standing on the armored vehicle, his expression turned extremely ugly—it was the guy who had just claimed to be from the CIA!
“Buddy, show us what else you’ve got up your sleeve,” Rorschach said hoarsely to Harry Hart, his eyes fixed on the steel torrent ahead.

Not only him, but Smith, Ilsa, and others also turned their hopeful eyes to Harry, their eyes filled with the expectation that "we're counting on you now."

Facing the intense gazes of the crowd, Harry gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it! Where the hell am I supposed to get weapons to deal with armored vehicle formations?!"

From above, Rorschach and his group, surrounded by the counter-terrorism special forces and armored vehicles, looked like prey trapped in a bear trap, utterly doomed.
(End of this chapter)