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Chapter 158 "Unfortunately, I have never failed." (Bonus chapter for 5,500 words, filled with monthly votes)
The dull thuds of flesh colliding echoed continuously in the air.

Rorschach tried his best to sense the enemy's location, but even with the enhancement of the [Master of Traces], which allowed him to detect the slightest air currents and footsteps, he was still forced to retreat repeatedly.

Three people, no, four.

He squinted and scanned the seemingly empty surroundings, his gaze gradually turning dangerous.

Unlike his initial shock and confusion, Rorschach had now completely calmed down.

First, these people are not completely invisible; when they move violently, faint, distorted ripples can be seen in the air.

Secondly, their fighting ability is ridiculously strong—this is the first time he has encountered an opponent who can rival him in both strength and speed since he acquired the [Ultimate Fighting Technique].

Keep in mind that even that Frenchman Smith was only somewhat resilient; if it really came down to a fight, Rorschach was confident he could finish the fight in thirty seconds.

Where did this group of guys, who are stronger than ordinary soldiers, come from?!
While pondering, Luo Xia suddenly ducked to dodge, and the tree trunk behind him immediately exploded with a "bang," leaving a clear fist mark where the bark cracked.

He did not retaliate rashly, but quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm while listening intently to the sounds around him.

When he caught the sharp sound of wind again, Rorschach instantly raised his submachine gun!
“Bang bang bang bang—”

A barrage of bullets whistled out, all of them cascading into the air beside him.

The previously empty space suddenly rippled with silver light, and a figure completely encased in a high-tech, tight-fitting uniform staggered into existence.

"You think I'm as stupid as you guys? Huh?! I have a gun, why would I fight you with my fists!?"

Rorschach gripped the trigger tightly, bullets flying wildly at the enemy dressed like liquid metal.

But the opponent's uniform was clearly not only equipped with optical stealth capabilities, but also had excellent ballistic protection performance—despite being knocked back by bullets, it was never penetrated!

"Chong-"

Suddenly, the sharp whistling of a blade cutting through the night wind rang out!

Rorschach instinctively dodged to the side, simultaneously raising his submachine gun to parry.

But to his utter shock, the steel gun barrel was sliced ​​in two by a blade that appeared out of nowhere, as easily as cutting tofu!
"Hold!"

Luo Xia decisively delivered a whip kick, forcing his opponent back!

But these guys didn't seem to care about using their fists against him anymore; bullets and blades began to appear in the air and hurtle towards Rorschach.

Protected by his bulletproof suit, Rorschach skillfully maneuvered through the hail of bullets, continuously advancing towards the dock.

His objective was clear: the enemy had fighter jets to assist them, and if they were determined to ignore the nanobombs and bomb him directly, he would be doomed if he stayed there.

"Fake."

A bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a hot, stinging scorch mark.

Rorschach, who had been running wildly since he broke out of the military camp, was still fleeing for his life. However, his pursuers had changed from armed helicopters and tanks to a stealth fighter and several mysterious soldiers equipped with optical stealth camouflage.

Which side the hell is this?

KGB?
The Russians are dirt poor right now; they can't possibly develop such high-tech equipment.

The East? They should be biding their time and not act rashly.

Could he be someone from the Cobra organization?
The answer was quickly revealed.

Not far away, Agent Seven of the Counterterrorism Bureau, who had previously intercepted Rorschach, was rapidly approaching with a team of men.

But before they could get close, the fighter jets issued a piercing warning, ordering them to immediately stop advancing and withdraw from the combat zone.

Hearing the self-announcing voice coming from the fighter jet's loudspeaker, Luo Xia immediately understood.

DHS (Department of Homeland Security)!
It was established after the Gulf War by the then president, who integrated twenty-two separate federal agencies to coordinate counterterrorism and homeland security affairs.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the CIA and CTU, DHS personnel had also been lying in wait here!

At that moment, hearing the warning from the fighter jets, Agent Seven stopped in his tracks.

He crossed his arms and watched coldly as Rorschach was cornered by several invisible warriors, desperately dodging and weaving. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He had heard from Jack that some departments of the Federation were secretly developing enhanced warriors and future weapons, but he never expected to witness it so soon.

Just as Luo Xia was struggling to deal with the attacks from all sides, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in the distance!

"Rorschach—!"

Harry Hart, who always had that arrogant expression, was throwing a grenade the size of his palm this way!

Upon seeing the thing's unique shape, Luo Xia instantly bent down and buried his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly!
In an instant, a blinding white light burst forth in the night sky, as if the midnight sun had arrived.

Everyone present was momentarily blinded, except for Rorschach, who was prepared and quickly regained his sight.

Looking at the samurai sword floating in mid-air, Luo Xia precisely calculated the angle, kicked the sword in the predetermined direction with a flying kick, and then reached out and firmly grasped it in his hand.

The moment the hilt of the sword is touched, the [Arsenal Flow Mastery] skill is immediately activated!
In an instant, countless exquisite sword techniques flashed through Luo Xia's mind.

The air was filled with the flashing light of blades, their cold gleam like snow.

The camouflage uniform, which was originally impenetrable even by bullets and could only barely be seen, was now easily torn in several places by the sharp blade.

Blood splattered out like ink, drawing crimson arcs in the moonlight.

Then, Luo Xia suddenly turned around, and his long sword slashed into the void like lightning!

"clang--"

A bullet aimed at his head was precisely cleaved in two by the blade!
"how come--"

Number Seven, who dodged the flashbang, stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

Just as he was about to continue firing, gunfire rang out in the distance.

Ilsa held the sniper rifle firmly with both hands, moving quickly while locking onto his vital points.

This woman's marksmanship was extremely accurate, especially her accuracy when shooting while moving, which was breathtaking.

Although his body swayed as he ran, his head behind the scope remained as steady as a mountain, each bullet precisely blocking Number Seven's movements!

Apart from Number Seven, both the Counterterrorism Bureau and DHS personnel were still suffering from temporary blindness caused by the flashbang, painfully closing their tearful eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luo Xia's blade danced in his hand. Although it was his first time using a samurai sword, the muscle memory he had gained from the Hundred Weapons Training made it as easy for him to use as an extension of his own arm.

To onlookers, all they could see was his figure moving swiftly and nimbly on the dock, his hands flashing with cold light.

In just a few breaths, several scarlet blood streaks appeared in the air!
What cheered Rorschach even more was that Harold's voice suddenly came through the earpiece he had been out of contact with since infiltrating the base.

Luo Xia smiled slightly, and then prepared to leap into the river.

However, the water surface, which was already burning fiercely, was suddenly hit by a barrage of bullets that sent up countless water columns!
In the air, the silver fighter jet slowly turned around, and the cannons under its wings had locked onto Rorschach.

A cold, mechanical, synthesized electronic voice emanated from the machine's loudspeaker: "Rorschach Butcher, hand over the nanobombs, or be killed immediately."

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and stared at the fighter jet he had never seen before.

Ilsa, Harry, and others who had come to provide support from a short distance had also arrived at the edge of the dock, but under the threat of the fighter jets, everyone remained frozen in place, not daring to make any rash moves.

Ilsa was even considering whether to immediately contact MI6 headquarters to urgently report the situation and negotiate with the US through diplomatic channels to avoid being "collateral damage" to herself and others.

Rorschach glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, then calmly opened his briefcase and took out a nanobomb that was flashing with an eerie green light.

He stared directly at the cannon barrel aimed at him, casually tossing and catching the deadly weapon in his hand:
"The wind speed is about level 5 right now. If you fire, the nanobots will spread so fast, propelled by the blast wave and wind, that they could cover your aircraft in less than a second after the bomb explodes. So, go ahead and fire."

The air seemed to freeze instantly, and all parties held their breath, waiting to see how things would unfold.

However, the next second, a mocking response came from the fighter jet:
"It seems you don't understand this weapon thoroughly enough. After the bomb detonates, the nanobots will naturally become inactive if they don't come into contact with metal within three seconds. Moreover, fire is its natural enemy; under high temperatures, it won't have time to multiply before it is completely incinerated."

Inside the cockpit of a fighter plane.

A strikingly beautiful yet aloof redhead curled her lip in disdain: "You've run out of cards, Rorschach. But if you hand over the nanobombs willingly, I might spare your life—for example, let you escape for ten minutes! Otherwise, kill me on the spot!"

"Om-"

The cannon muzzle under the wing began to rotate at high speed to preheat.

However, Rorschach remained remarkably calm in the face of death.

He exposed his entire body to the cannon's muzzle without reservation, his left hand steadily holding a silver briefcase, his right hand holding a nanobomb that shimmered with an eerie green light, fearlessly raising his head in defiance:
"The Department of Homeland Security should have done its homework before deciding to be my enemy. I have never tasted defeat in my career! This time will be no exception!"

Whether it was Ilsa and her group or Agent Seven from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, everyone around them instinctively gripped their sidearms. Scarlett, the red-haired woman in the fighter jet, gritted her teeth in frustration, her eyes filled with impatience.

Just then, she received the final instructions from her superiors through her earpiece.

Once she was authorized to fire, she immediately pressed her finger on the weapon's fire button.

But just as she was about to pull the trigger, her movements suddenly froze.

Below, a brass pendant around Rorschach's neck sways gently in the wind, and a girl is revealed in a photo frame that has been lifted by the wind.

"This is."

Scarlett's expression suddenly fluctuated violently, as if she had fallen into a vortex of memories, and she suddenly froze.
In that split second, a missile suddenly streaked across the dark lake in the distance! "Boom—"

The wing snapped off!

The stealth fighter jet, worth hundreds of millions, crashed to the ground instantly!
Rorschach had lost count of how many missile attacks he had encountered tonight, but this time was different—because it was support from his teammates!

"Rorschach—! Hahaha."

A speedboat cut through the waves and sped towards him. Clyde, who should have been enjoying a cowboy show in Montana, was carrying a Stinger anti-aircraft missile on one shoulder and waving excitedly at him.

Anna, wearing aviator sunglasses, was piloting the boat with one hand. As she approached, she gave him the middle finger, her eyes full of mockery.

"How does it feel to have teammates, Rorschach?"

Harold's cheerful voice came through the headphones, accompanied by Brian's happy barking.

"OK"

A rare, genuine smile appeared on Luo Xia's lips. "Although I'm used to fighting alone, this feeling is not bad."

Before he finished speaking, he executed a beautiful backflip, plunging headfirst into the Danube and swimming at full speed toward the speedboat.

On shore, counterterrorism agents were still trying to organize a pursuit.

But then, our retired Marine Corps veteran Clyde, standing on the rocking speedboat, fired a Stinger missile!
Treat these counter-terrorism bureau personnel like terrorists and bombard them relentlessly!

Seeing this, Ilsa and the others, who had been hiding on the edge of the battlefield, no longer hesitated.

She rushed to the dock and started a speedboat that was carefully wrapped in tarpaulin and hidden behind an abandoned container.

"Rorschach!" the woman shouted shrilly at Rorschach, who was already climbing onto the support speedboat, as she frantically started the engine. "Let's talk again! Ten million! Ten million pounds for a nanobomb!"

"No! Fifty million!"

Standing beside her, Harry Hart held up five fingers and shouted arrogantly at Rorschach, "Fifty million pounds! Rorschach! You can add more if that's not enough! Fuck! Do you have any conscience?! I saved you twice!"

Not only the two of them, but also the Frenchman Smith, who was clinging tightly to the railing of the speedboat behind them, was shouting at the top of his lungs.

However, unable to afford even a single penny, he didn't even have the thought of making Luo Xia look back.

Soon, Clyde emptied all the rockets and Stinger missiles he had brought, turning the entire dockside into a sea of ​​fire.

Meanwhile, Rorschach, exhausted, climbed onto the yacht.

“Look who’s back.” Anna raised an eyebrow and teased him when she saw him: “It’s Mr. Rorschach, who was surrounded on all sides and was in dire straits, relying on his teammates to save him.”

"Hahaha"

Rorschach, who had successfully escaped with the nano-bomb, was not angry at all. Instead, he excitedly hugged the girl's head and gave her a big kiss, and then gave Clyde a big high-five and hug!
"Seriously, man."

Rorschach gasped for breath, and said sincerely, "Without you guys, I would have had to detonate two nanobombs first, and then jump into the river to dive and survive."

“It was Harold’s idea.” Clyde took out a cigarette, lit it for Rorschach, shrugged and smiled. “He contacted me and said you would be in serious danger this time, so I immediately rushed from Montana to New York and came straight to Slovakia without stopping.”

"yeah."

Rorschach gazed at the raging fire on the distant shore and the stealth fighter that had crashed to the ground, and nodded slightly: "The capabilities of the agents from both the Federation and other countries have exceeded my expectations. Fuck, you have no idea what I've been through in the past ten minutes."

He patted Clyde on the shoulder, about to tease Anna a bit, when he heard Ilsa and Smith shouting in exasperation from a hundred meters behind him.

A speedboat was in hot pursuit.

"Damn Americans! One hundred million pounds!"

Harry held up a finger and screamed hysterically, "I'm your savior! I'll pay you a hundred million for a nanobomb! Damn it! If you don't agree, I'll chase you all the way to America!"

“Rorschach! As long as you give us one bomb, MI6 will always be your friend!” Ilsa looked at him expectantly.

Behind them, Smith was still babbling in French, but unfortunately, Rorschach couldn't understand a word.

Witnessing this scene, Rorschach, who was biting a cigarette, couldn't help but chuckle.

To be honest, if someone had told him a few days ago that he would be fighting alongside the British and French against the Americans, he would have slapped them across the face and told them firmly: I have always fought alone and have never bothered to team up with European cowards.

but now.
Rorschach shrugged and took a sniper rifle from the gun holster that Clyde and the others had brought from the ground.

"Damn it, this American is going to repay kindness with enmity!"

Harry Hart quickly ducked, and Ilsa hurriedly steered the speedboat in an "S" shaped pattern. But Rorschach's bullets weren't aimed at any of them.

"Bang bang——!"

After a few muffled thuds, two bullet holes were punched in the hull, and the river water began to rush back in!

"Fuck!!!" Ilsa slammed her fist on the steering wheel in anger.

Ever since Rorschach escaped from the military base, they had been helping this guy all the way, only to be repaid with ingratitude!

She had to slow down, her eyes filled with resentment as she watched the speedboat disappear into the distance.

Shortly after.

The speedboat docked at the mouth of a mountain valley.

Clyde explained to Rorschach, “The evacuation road is ahead. CTU personnel were originally stationed here, but they were all transferred to the military base for reinforcement a few minutes ago, so there shouldn’t be anyone there now. Our vehicle is parked up ahead, so we can evacuate directly.”

Luo Xia nodded slightly.

Harold's plan was quite thorough; at least he had learned the operational principles that Rorschach had taught him—no matter what mission he was carrying out, the first thing to do was to plan the evacuation route.

"This is a nanobomb?"

Anna looked curiously at the glass bullet in Rorschach's hand, which was slightly larger than a pistol and had an eerie green glow at the tip, and said in surprise, "It doesn't look special at all."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch it, but Luo Xia slapped her away without any mercy.

"This thing is more powerful than you can imagine."

Luo Xia warned solemnly, "In just a few seconds, it devoured ten tanks and dozens of armored vehicles. The scene was absolutely horrific."

He waved to the two of them: "You go first, I'll put it in the box first, just in case it gets broken by accident."

As he spoke, he raised the briefcase he was carrying in his other hand and slowly entered the preset password.

Clyde and Anna exchanged a glance, temporarily suppressing their curiosity about the nanobombs, and headed towards the highway.

Just then, two blinding high beams suddenly shone from the sides of the three people!

Immediately afterwards, a piercing horn blared, and a heavy truck loaded with fruit suddenly went out of control and rushed towards them!

Rorschach's Judgment Eyes immediately sounded an alarm, but with both hands full, he couldn't dodge completely in time and could only barely take a step back. As a result, he was still violently hit by the truck's front end and sent flying!

The nanobomb was released from his grasp, tracing an arc in the air before disappearing into the unknown.

Clyde and Anna witnessed this scene and stood there in shock.

Inside the truck's cab, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted!
Lemon and Mandarin excitedly high-fived each other and frantically pounded on the steering wheel.

"Hahaha! We did it! We did it, brothers!"

"The eighteenth assassination attempt! Less than twenty-five! Eighteen times is enough to take you down! As you wish! Rorschach Mare Fuck Butcher!!!"

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On the Danube River, a speedboat that had already sunk halfway slowly came to rest on the bank.

Harry Hart surveyed the ship's crew with a grim expression. When his gaze landed on Smith, he sneered without any politeness, "What are you still doing here, Frenchman? Do we have to send you back to Paris?!"

"Thanks, but no need." Smith glanced at him coldly, jumped off the boat nimbly, and disappeared from everyone's sight without looking back.

Once he left, Harry unleashed all his anger on Ilsa and Johnny.

He pointed at the two men and roared hysterically, "I told you MI6 was full of idiots! Look what you've done tonight!"

"The most damage you caused in the entire operation was that blow to the head! What else did you do?!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! If you guys hadn't been in my way, I would have taken him out with a stun gun the moment Rorschach came out!"

"And you, you blockhead!"

Harry pointed at Agent Johnny, who was completely oblivious to the situation, and said menacingly, "Don't think I have no connections in MI6. I'm telling you clearly, your career as an agent is over from this moment on!"

"You're just a good-for-nothing who relies on luck! No amount of luck can change the fact that you're an idiot! Now go back to your hometown and herd sheep, you moron!"

After venting his anger, Harry angrily prepared to go ashore and leave, as even looking at the two of them made him feel irritated.

Just as he turned around, a strange green arc suddenly streaked across the night sky—

With a "thud," a nanobomb flew in from nowhere and landed squarely in Agent Johnny's arms.
(End of this chapter)