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Chapter 159 Epilogue (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Outside the military base.

Deep in the dense forest atop Castle Hill, a tent disguised as the color of rock is faintly emitting heat radiation from electronic devices.

Inside the tent, a dozen monitoring screens were broadcasting live footage of various forces hastily fleeing the military base.

Ethan Hunt is still wearing the base commander's human skin mask, but his situation is precarious.

Several adjutants seemed to have noticed the commander's unusual behavior tonight and surrounded him as he tried to slip away.

Worse still, the army had just been attacked head-on by nanobombs. Although there were no casualties, all the armored vehicles, tanks, and even the soldiers' weapons were devoured by nanobots.

Such heavy losses meant that he, as the commander, could not easily escape.

Looking at the CIA agent's furrowed brow, it seems that his only hope now is to rely on American diplomacy.

On another monitoring screen, the remnants of the Counterterrorism Bureau and the Department of Homeland Security had regrouped.

Unlike the CIA, which advocates infiltration and intelligence gathering, CTU and DHS believe more in saturation attacks and human wave tactics.

Therefore, even after being bombarded by Clyde's Stinger missiles, they still maintained a considerable fighting force.

The head of the counterterrorism agency, Agent Seven, who always raised one eyebrow and looked remarkably like a certain WWE wrestler, was staring at Scarlett, the red-haired woman who had escaped from the wreckage of the warplane, with an interrogative gaze.

"I don't know who you are, nor do I care about the reason for the fighter jet crash."

Number Seven approached menacingly: "But I know very well that with the speed of the Stinger missile, you have plenty of time to blast Rorschach to smithereens before you crash! Every mistake I make tonight will be detailed in my report, and you can expect an internal investigation by DHS!"

Scarlett glanced at him dismissively: "Don't even mention you, Number Seven. Even if Jack came, he wouldn't be able to touch me. You'd better mind your own business, Baldy. The most useless people tonight are the ones from your Counter-Terrorism Bureau."

After giving a scathing retort, she turned and gestured to the surviving team members. The DHS agents then poured gasoline on the wreckage of the crashed fighter jet, burning it completely into a charred skeleton before leaving in formation.

As she turned around, an unfathomable glint flashed in Scarlett's eyes.

Why did the photo on Luo Xia's pendant give her a strange sense of familiarity?

It was that momentary lapse in concentration that gave the enemy an opportunity.

“Rorschach Butcher.” She silently memorized the name, deciding to investigate all of his information after returning to the United States.

Watching the DHS members leave with their heads held high, both Number Seven and Shaw frowned in unison.

Besides personnel losses, the Counterterrorism Bureau suffered the most severe blow by losing five Apache helicopters, while the Homeland Security Bureau not only suffered heavy casualties but also lost a stealth fighter jet. Yet, the other side still seemed completely unconcerned, which left Seven and Shaw puzzled.

"Let's retreat too."

Number Seven glanced back and saw a large group of unarmed soldiers arguing fiercely with their commander at a military base in the distance, completely ignoring them.

"You know, until tonight, I was absolutely confident," Xiao said with a wry smile, arms crossed. "Even if we couldn't bring back the nanobombs, at least dealing with Rorschach wouldn't be a problem. But now..."

She shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh. "Not only did we fail to achieve either of our objectives, but we also let this most wanted criminal take away weapons that could change the nature of warfare. I'm afraid I'll be laughed at by those guys at the bureau for a whole year when I get back."

Number Seven paused for a moment, then raised one eyebrow in his signature manner, and said meaningfully, "Actually, we had just cornered Rorschach. If there had been CIA agents lying in ambush on the river, neither Rorschach nor the nanotech bombs would have escaped this time."

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Xiao glanced at him knowingly and replied matter-of-factly, "That's right. Anyway, I haven't seen a single member of that top-tier CIA agent team they sent. The failure of this mission is entirely their fault."

After the blame-shifting plan was finalized, the members of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau were noticeably relieved and quickly carried their injured or wounded comrades away from the dock.

On the other end of the surveillance screen, several British men could no longer contain their joy.

Harry Hart excitedly dialed the satellite phone, urging the helicopter to come and pick him up as soon as possible.

His hand kept trying to touch the nanobomb in Johnny's arms, but each time it was slapped away hard by Ilsa.

From the moment Rorschach left the base, although the trio had ulterior motives towards him, they did indeed save him twice in life-or-death situations.

They thought they would leave empty-handed, but unexpectedly, nanobombs fell from the sky.

Johnny looked down at the spoils in his arms, his thick eyebrows curling into a happy mess.

He suddenly remembered something a high-ranking monk had said a few years ago when he was practicing at a temple in the East: "Good deeds will be rewarded."

However, compared to these guys, the other two groups were in a much worse situation.

Frenchman Smith wandered alone through the dense forest. Although his face remained stern, his eyes betrayed a deep sense of loss.

He traveled thousands of kilometers to Slovakia, took several bullets but gained nothing. What pained him most was that he also lost his season ticket for the Marseille home team.

He sighed deeply and strode into the darker depths of the forest.

At the same time, Rorschach's name was already deeply etched in his mind.

Not only him, but all the forces involved in the operation tonight will probably put this name on their list of highest threats.

Meanwhile, Luo Xia, who was being eyed by various forces, was hanging precariously on a tree trunk a dozen meters away, his fate uncertain.

The impact from that heavy truck had thrown him violently, and his hand, which was still gripping the suitcase tightly, was still twitching unconsciously.

Meanwhile, Mikan and Lemon's excitement lasted only a few seconds before Anna and Clyde dragged them off the train at gunpoint. The two were gesticulating wildly as they explained their absurd promise to Rorschach on the train.

Inside the monitoring tent atop the hill, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit quietly watched the farce unfolding right before his eyes.

He slowly lit a Cuban cigar, took a few puffs, then turned off all the surveillance cameras and dialed an encrypted number.

Soon, a holographic projection of a silver-haired old man in a crisp military uniform with general's stars on his shoulders appeared in the tent.

“McCarlan—”

General Hammer stared sharply at the man with the cigar. "You're half an hour late."

“I apologize, General Hammer, but something quite interesting just happened,” McCullen said with a composed smile.

Indeed, the elderly man talking to a man via projector late at night was none other than General Hammer, who was far away in East Africa.

McClane exhaled a smoke ring and continued, "The Rorschach you mentioned truly lives up to his reputation. He not only broke through the encirclement of the garrison, CTU, and CIA, but also repelled the DHS's enhanced warriors and successfully escaped with nano-bombs. No wonder he's a legendary wanted criminal worth sixty million."

"Rorschach took the nanobombs?"

Hammer's expression became intriguing. "This kid always manages to do the unbelievable."

The old general's lips twitched, then his eyes turned cold: "Don't tell me that the four bombs Luo Xia took away were the same batch of goods we agreed on the day before yesterday."

"No, no, of course not."

McCallen elegantly swirled the cigar in his hand and chuckled, "These four nanobombs are not only afraid of high temperatures, but they will also automatically deactivate if they do not come into contact with metal within three seconds. They have too many flaws and cannot even be considered semi-finished products. At best, they are just experimental products."

He sighed regretfully, "My original plan was to have someone detonate the bomb when the Americans got their hands on it, burying all those unarmed CTU, CIA, and DHS elites in Slovakia, sending a greeting from Cobra to the White House. I never expected this."

He shrugged. "Rorschach alone ruined the whole plan."

General Hammer remained unmoved and did not utter a word about the man's so-called plan.

Three days ago, this arms dealer, who called himself the leader of Cobra, suddenly contacted him while he was mobilizing elite troops to seize nanobombs.

The offer was simple: four real nanobombs in exchange for Hammer's mining rights to an undiscovered uranium mine in his East African territory.

The Cobra organization provided machinery and manpower, and was even willing to contribute four nanobombs, all in order to develop this uranium mine with General Hammer.

As for the other party's purpose, they've already taken uranium mines, so what other purpose could they possibly have?
But Hammer didn't care about any of that; on his turf, he was absolutely confident he could suppress this mysterious organization.

"I have already sent someone to escort the four finished bombs you requested."

McClane glanced at his watch. "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should arrive at your military base in three hours."

He shook his head regretfully, "I had intended to use those few test subjects to give the Americans a taste of their own medicine, but it seems plans can't keep up with changes."

“No, you’re wrong.” Hammer suddenly sneered. “You think Rorschach would take this thing home as a collectible?”

The old general's lips curled into a smile: "Keep an eye on the news over the next three days. Knowing that kid's style, this time it'll probably cause quite a stir."

A few minutes later, the communication was cut off, and the holographic projection slowly dissipated.

McClane tapped her long fingers lightly on the table, her gaze shifting back and forth across a stack of photos and documents, lingering particularly long on the face of a handsome man with an extremely cold and hard demeanor.

"Rorschach Butcher."

"What, is this man going to be an obstacle for us?" A slender hand with dark purple nail polish rested on his shoulder, the dangerous color perfectly reflecting the woman's personality. "Quite the opposite."

McClane shook her head slightly, gazing at Rorschach's cold eyes in the photo, a playful smile curving her lips. "This man might become an asset for us in the future. The world's most wanted criminal. Interesting. Anna, what do you think of Cobra having another 'Judge' as a partner?"

He turned to look at the woman in the black bodysuit behind him.

With her curvaceous figure and mature charm, she was none other than the Baroness, a high-ranking member of the Cobra organization.

"He's quite handsome, and famous enough. However..."

The Baroness tapped McClane's shoulder lightly with her fingertips, raising an eyebrow. "This fellow is known by ordinary people as 'The Judge' and 'The Punisher.' Although he acts violently, he's ultimately a good person. Are you sure he'd be willing to join us?"

"Haha, who can predict the future?"

McClane laughed and got up to walk outside. "When he's driven to the brink by the US, what choice will he have besides us?"

Outside the tent, two rows of soldiers in silver armor and black metal masks stood like sculptures.

Upon seeing McClane appear, everyone immediately bowed respectfully.

In the night sky, a stealth fighter slowly revealed its streamlined silhouette, the hatch slid open silently, and the elevator descended smoothly.

McCallum stepped onto the metal gangway and, without turning his head, ordered: "Get rid of all the experts who participated in the nanobomb research, and all experimental data must be completely destroyed!"

"understand!"

The Baroness nodded slightly, watching the fighter jets take off and disappear into the distance.

Before long, the raging fire engulfed the tents on the hilltop, turning all the confidential documents and equipment inside to ashes.

Meanwhile, the pinhole cameras scattered throughout the mountains exploded one after another, turning into piles of useless electronic waste.

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Inside the cabin of a Gulfstream G650 private jet bound for New York.

Luo Xia was being carefully fed abalone porridge by a flight attendant in uniform.

At this moment, his entire body was wrapped tightly in medical plaster and carbon fiber fixation, and except for half of his head sticking out, he looked like a mummy.

This time it wasn't because of the doctor's perverse sense of humor, it was purely because the injury was just too damn bad!

The patient suffered a comminuted fracture of the right scapula, a comminuted fracture of the four ribs on the left side, a Z-shaped fracture of the right clavicle, bilateral pulmonary contusions with hemoplegia, aortic intima laceration, severe compression of the cauda equina, and ruptured spleen.
Even when I went to Washington to kill the old hag, I wasn't this badly injured. Back then, although I was shot multiple times, I was still conscious.

However, the moment he was hit by the truck, he fell into a near-death coma and only regained consciousness after being rushed to the hospital and put on a plane.

Luo Xia took a deep breath silently, feeling a tearing pain in his lungs, and then gradually softened his breathing.

This was the worst injury he had suffered in his 28 years. The enemy was not special forces, machine guns, missiles, or rockets, but a damn 18-wheeler truck!
"Damn it," he cursed inwardly.

He, who could take on an F-15 fighter jet single-handedly, actually lost to a truck.

Turning my gaze to the fruit brothers, who were tied to the sofa, I saw them grinning ingratiatingly.
"Boss, we did exactly what you asked!"

"Yes, Boss Rorschach, you were the one who said that if we didn't assassinate you, you would kill us."

"To be honest, my brother and I have never heard such a strange request in all the years we've been in the industry."

"Pfft, hahaha."

The two brothers were still begging for mercy in fear, but Anna couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. Clyde, on the other side, was also pursing his lips tightly, his face full of suppressed laughter.

Even the usually serious Harold put down the New York Times and looked at Rorschach with an expression as if he were an idiot: "You know what, Rorschach? I thought this would be the first time you'd complete a mission unscathed, but..."

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and asked seriously, "Are you... uh... the one with masochistic tendencies who enjoys physical pain?"

"If you have any, please let me know~"

Anna suddenly lifted her long, beautiful legs, her 20-centimeter stiletto heels leaving deep dents on the carpet. She winked playfully at Rorschach: "I took professional BDSM courses in Paris, I guarantee I'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

Luo Xiasheng sighed dejectedly.

This time, he not only lost face, but also suffered heavy losses—even with his abnormal recovery ability, he would have to lie in bed for a week, and he also inexplicably lost a nanobomb.

The most ironic thing is that he arranged all of this himself, so who can he reason with?

Looking at the fruit brothers who were still begging for mercy, Luo Xia turned his eyes to look out the window: "Where is that?"

“We just left Slovakia and are now over Romania,” Clyde explained.

"Then send them away." Rorschach coldly glanced at the two trembling figures. "Send them to Romania to see Dracula!"

"good idea."

Clyde smiled upon hearing this, stood up, grabbed the mandarin orange and lemon with both hands, dragged them to the hatch, and yanked the hatch open!

"boom--"

A violent gust of air instantly rushed into the cabin, scattering documents everywhere.

"Rorschach! You broke your promise! You're the one who ordered us to assassinate you!"

"Fuck you! When I become a vampire, the first thing I'll do is suck your blood dry! You damn Chicago thug!"

Seeing that they were doomed, Mikan and Lemon, whose legs and feet were tied, stopped begging for mercy and started cursing loudly, spewing out all sorts of vulgarities. They were no longer the obsequious and ingratiating people they had been just moments before.

Seeing this, Rorschach couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Guys, I only said I'd send you down, not that I'd kill you."

"Huh?" Mikan and Lemon looked at each other, then exclaimed in unison, "Falling from that height, they'd be turned into mincemeat!"

Luo Xia rolled his eyes helplessly: "You guys can all do skydiving, right?"

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

Upon hearing this, the two brothers instantly went from worried to happy, grinning from ear to ear.

After Clyde put the parachutes on them, Lemon bowed and scraped obsequiously, saying, "Boss Rorschach really keeps his word! I'll definitely spread your good name around the underworld when we get back to New York!"

"What propaganda? It's praise!" Mikan quickly corrected, about to continue flattering him, but was kicked out of the cabin by Clyde and turned into a black dot, plummeting rapidly.

"I can do it myself! I can do it myself!"

Seeing this, Lemon hurriedly shouted, and her bulky body clumsily rolled out of the cabin door, looking just like a fat penguin that had been thrown off the plane.

After the hatch closed, Clyde clapped his hands and returned to his seat. Since avenging his wife and children, the gloomy and violent look between his brows had dissipated considerably, and he seemed much more cheerful.

"Oh right!" he suddenly slapped his thigh. "Did I forget to untie them?"

Luo Xia looked out the window and saw two figures, resembling rice dumplings, gnawing at each other's ropes with their teeth. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't worry, these two fruits are tough as nails."

Reflecting on his time with the two brothers over the past few days, he suddenly thought of the Irish brothers.

I wonder where those two rascals are living happily now.

There's also Ginny and the old bureau chief.
As the plane pierced through the clouds, Rorschach's gaze grew increasingly deep and distant.

Along the way, I met many new friends, but it seems that I also lost some irreplaceable ones.

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Romania.

The capital city center, Continental Hotel.

As the receptionist was carefully wiping the brass bell, a gold coin suddenly slid down in front of him.

"How may I help you, madam?"

"I want to be an assassin."

"Do you want to register as an assassin?"

"That's right——"

Nikita removed her sunglasses, revealing a sharp gaze identical to Rorschach's. Her red lips parted slightly, and she declared firmly, "I want to be an assassin!"

(End of this chapter)