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Chapter 163 I will find you all, and then I will kill you all. (Seeking monthly votes)
hang up the phone.

Lying on the sofa, Luo Xia casually tossed his phone aside and turned to look at the television broadcasting the ongoing "Statue of Liberty attack."

On the screen, countless New Yorkers held flowers or candles to commemorate this spiritual symbol that had stood on Liberty Island for over a century.

Unfortunately, the statue, made of steel and bronze, had long been devoured by nanobots, leaving only the tens of thousands of tons of concrete base standing alone in the same place.

The base is now filled with candles and photos of citizens posing with the goddess statue.

Citizens interviewed expressed their disbelief at this sudden catastrophe, with many believing it to be worse than 9/11.

Back then, the plane only destroyed the Twin Towers, but this time, the terrorist Rorschach Butcher directly destroyed the tangible symbol of the spirit of freedom in the hearts of generations of Americans!
The name "Rorschach Butcher" once again swept across the United States and even the world after Pella's death.

Strangely, his speech to the media before the attack mysteriously disappeared.

Rorschach switched between several mainstream and fringe television stations but couldn't find any news broadcasting his monologue criticizing LGBT groups.

This made him feel incredibly bored—after all, he had a legitimate reason for destroying the Statue of Liberty.

Now that the news is completely blocked, he seems like a madman who is purely anti-American.

But is he really?
of course not!

Rorschach believed he only wanted to use extreme measures to awaken the nation's dormant reason.

He didn't care whether the country would split up or be reborn.

It's worth mentioning that the federal government immediately updated the arrest warrant for Rorschach, increasing the bounty from $60 million to $100 million! This broke the historical record, becoming the highest bounty ever offered.

It's worth noting that even Osama bin Laden, who orchestrated the 9/11 attacks and triggered a years-long war on terror, had a bounty of only 25 million.

Compared to Rorschach now, he's practically the worst of the worst.

"Tsk, his net worth is rising faster than Apple stock."

Rorschach, cigarette dangling from his lips, jokingly raised a beer can at the television and said, "To freedom—a fitting end."

What's most unacceptable to the American people is that Rorschach Butcher, who was labeled the number one terrorist, was indeed a genuine American.

Just six months ago, he was a war hero and a legendary Chicago detective.

In addition, Rorschach's statements during the previous trial led many people to believe that he was a tragic hero who was persecuted by the higher-ups and had no choice but to resist.

Of course, many believe that Rorschach suffers from severe post-traumatic stress disorder and is no longer the war hero who was awarded a medal by the president.

Even more extreme, some have dug up Rorschach's maternal grandfather's Russian ancestry, conspiratorially claiming that Rorschach's mother was a Soviet-era spy planted in the United States, and that Rorschach was brainwashed by communism from a young age, with red revolutionary blood flowing in his veins.

It's not the red of the Communist Party, but the red of the Soviet Union!

Such conspiracy theories have found a considerable market amid the massive shock of the Statue of Liberty's collapse.

Perhaps due to Washington's deliberate push, many Americans who don't follow current events now consider Rorschach a Russian agent, completely severing his identity as a "righteous American citizen."

However, there is still a segment of the public who support Rorschach, just as they did during the Chicago trial, and even regard him as a symbol of resistance against tyranny.

To this, Rorschach can only say it's utterly absurd.

His blood was indeed red—but not the red of the Party, much less the red of the Soviet Union, but the red of the CCP!

After what he had seen and heard over the past six months, Luo Xia even had a bold idea in his mind.

For example, they could go to Europe, carry on Hemingway's unfinished work, rebuild an international brigade, and spread the seeds of revolution across Europe and America!
Of course, under the current capitalist system in Europe and America, this is no less difficult than blowing up the White House single-handedly.

Hmm. Speaking of bombing the White House, it doesn't seem too difficult.

On television, the hosts continued their attacks on Rorschach.

Upon learning that this "demon" was lurking in New York, authorities urgently appealed to New Yorkers to avoid crowded public places in the near future to prevent any unforeseen events.

However, such warnings should be ignored. When it comes to matters involving personal freedom, Americans love to go against the government.

Just as Luo Xia was about to get up to go to the restroom, the doorbell rang suddenly.

He frowned as he looked at the tightly closed door. This safe house was one he had carefully chosen, and only Harold knew its address.

Soon, Harold's voice came from outside the door, sounding somewhat muffled, clearly suppressing his anger.

Rorschach opened the door, and Brian immediately pounced on him joyfully, scratching at Rorschach's chest with his paws and wagging his tail vigorously with his tongue lolling out.

Behind it, Harold, wearing his signature dark flat-top hat, glared at Rorschach with a blank expression, clearly furious.

"Why did you come alone?" Luo Xia pretended not to see his anger and asked with a smile, "Where's the female bodyguard I arranged for you? Did you scare her away because of workplace harassment?"

"Don't change the subject, Rorschach!" Harold shouted, then immediately turned to look down the hallway. After confirming no one was there, he strode into the apartment and slammed the door shut.

"Rorschach Butcher!"

As soon as Harold entered the room, he shoved Rorschach and pointed at him, demanding as he staggered, "What did you promise me before you went to Europe?!"

Hey, buddy.

Rorschach replied with a grin, "Don't get so worked up. I just wanted to test if this nanobomb was genuine. What if we got a fake?"

He put his arm around Harold's shoulder and patted his back reassuringly. "And you saw the news, there were no casualties, just a few unlucky guys who got hit by falling rocks. Apart from the Statue of Liberty, the whole of America is completely unharmed today."

Harold, however, was still furious: "You said you were saving the nanobombs as a trump card, to turn the tide in dire situations! And now? You've only been back in New York for two days and you've already blown up the Statue of Liberty! And what are you planning to use the other bomb on? The Golden Gate Bridge?!"

"How could that be? Why would I travel all the way to San Francisco for no reason?"

Luo Xia patiently explained, "You know the injustices and persecution I've suffered over the past six months. Now that I finally have some ability to fight back, you won't let me take revenge. I don't want to hurt innocent people, so I can only vent my anger on these buildings. Do you think a rusty statue is more important than a human life?"

“When did I stop you from taking revenge?” Harold said in a deep voice. “Aren’t all your enemies dead? Gus, Puff Daddy, Perari Rorschach, it’s time for you to start a new life.”

Luo Xia shook his head and chuckled upon hearing this, pointing to the wanted posters playing on a loop on the TV: "Brother, I have far more enemies than you can imagine."

Harold watched the Führer angrily denounce Rorschach's acts of terrorism on television and said helplessly, "Rorschach, I'll say it again: if you treat the whole country as an enemy, you'll never be able to get revenge."

"Think about it yourself. Back in Eastern Europe, the White House only sent a few elite teams, and they almost cornered you. What if next time they don't play cat and mouse with you, but instead send in the army, navy, and air force, with several special forces units to surround and kill you?"

He looked Luo Xia up and down and said seriously, "To put it bluntly, you are indeed a very strong warrior, but you are just a warrior, not a strategist. You can't plan three steps ahead for every one step you take, you can't strategize, and you can't plan ahead."

“Shit. That’s really hurtful.” Rorschach frowned at Harold, it was the first time he’d ever heard the guy say something so harsh.

"Words of hurt are always better than watching you die!"

Harold sighed and said firmly, "I'm keeping the last nanobomb safe myself. Don't try to find out where it is. You've disappointed me this time, Rorschach."

“You’re too naive, Harold.”

Rorschach patted him on the shoulder helplessly. "You know perfectly well that once your identity is exposed, you will face endless persecution from the federal government, yet you have no desire for revenge whatsoever. Dude, you're probably the kind of saint described in the Bible who, after being slapped on one cheek, will still offer the other cheek in return."

“That’s because…” Harold was momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute it.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he said in a gentler tone, "I don't care about anything else, but I hope you won't forget our important business."

As he spoke, Harold pulled a photograph out of his pocket.

"This is a social security number that the machine just generated tonight. If nothing unexpected happens, this man will face a life-or-death crisis within the next 48 to 72 hours."

Luo Xia casually took the photo, and after seeing the person in it, his expression immediately turned strange. "You mean the machine spat out his social security number?"

"Yes."

"But how could an assassin possibly have social security?"

"Killer?"

Harold looked at the photo with a puzzled expression. The long-haired man in an ordinary jacket was leisurely walking a dog in the park. Rorschach smiled. "Yeah, this guy's an assassin. But that's not surprising."

He glanced at the photo of the long-haired man he had seen at a hotel in mainland China and noticed that the man's dog seemed to be a different one.

Rorschach shrugged indifferently: "Looks like this assassin has retired and started enjoying the social security benefits of an ordinary person."

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Manhattan streets at night.

Ginny parked her car downstairs at the apartment building, but instead of getting out, she first looked at the photos of the gang leader she had just printed out.

She was well aware of her own capabilities and knew that it was virtually impossible for her to investigate the Harlem Gang's crimes on her own and bring them to justice.

Fortunately, she has a father who works in the counterterrorism bureau.

With the resources of CTU, it shouldn't be difficult to find out the details of these gang leaders. At that point, we won't even need to make the arrests ourselves; just send the evidence to the district attorney's office, and the bailiffs will be dispatched.

“The name might be fake, but the photo is definitely real.” Ginny snorted, recalling how these gangsters swaggered around in New York, and got out of the car.

When Jack returns, she will give him the photos and ask her father to use the CTU database to find out which of James's properties are involved in illegal transactions.

Holding the file folder, Ginny walked briskly into the apartment.

Just as she was about to turn on the light, the door was suddenly slammed shut from the outside, and the living room lights came on abruptly.

Upon seeing the scene in the living room, Ginny's expression froze instantly.

James, the Harlem gang leader she had met a few days ago, was sitting on the sofa watching her with amusement, while several gunmen beside her had already raised their weapons and pointed them at her.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Ginny pursed her lips and said in a deep voice, “I can kill you in self-defense at any time.”

“Haha, don’t be nervous, baby.” James got up and walked up to Ginny, deliberately pointing to her empty waist. “I don’t think you’ll have a chance to draw your gun now.”

Ginny pressed her back against the door, narrowing her eyes warily: "What exactly do you want? To come here and threaten the police?"

James sneered and remained silent, snatching the file folder from her hand.

Ginny wanted to stop them, but seeing the gunmen around her with their fingers already on the trigger, she could only grit her teeth and give up.

James ripped open the envelope, and after seeing the numerous photos of himself and his men inside, he chuckled, "Fuck, I thought you'd found some bombshell evidence, but it's just a few printed pictures. Hahaha."

The black man held up the photo for his men around him to see, and sneered disdainfully, "Looks like we all overestimated this girl's abilities. She's just all show and no substance."

Hearing their laughter, Ginny coldly stared at the black man, unconcerned, while discreetly slipping her hand into the edge of her trouser pocket.

Although she didn't carry her service pistol when she went out, she always carried the pink folding knife that Rorschach had given her for her birthday.

"Fuck you, I didn't like your face the last time we met!"

James tossed the photo aside and pointed at Ginny, cursing, "You think you're so great just because you're a cop? You bunch of damn cops are only fit to lick my dick!"

After saying that, the guy was about to step forward and make a move.

Upon seeing this, Ginny immediately shouted angrily, "You dare touch me! My father is the director of the counter-terrorism bureau. If you dare touch me, your entire gang will be finished!"

Counter-terrorism Bureau?!
Upon hearing this, James's hand, which was on his waistband, suddenly froze.

Then, with a skeptical sneer, he said, "The daughter of the head of the Counterterrorism Bureau is a lowly police officer in New York? Do you think I'd believe that?"

“You may not believe me, but I guarantee it.” Ginny stared into the man’s eyes, enunciating each word clearly: “If I suffer even the slightest harm today, both you and that so-called Harlem Godfather will be completely wiped out!”

James, who had initially taken it as a joke, suddenly became unsure after seeing Ginny's confident demeanor.

Just as he was hesitating, a cold light suddenly flashed.

Ginny gripped the dagger and stabbed it fiercely at his throat, but James, who had risen from the bottom of the gang to become a leader, was naturally quite skilled. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately raised his arm to block the attack.

stab-

Instantly, flesh tore open, and blood gushed out!

"Fake!"

After James cried out in pain, he was about to rush forward to counterattack, but the moment Ginny swung her knife, she quickly slid back along the wall, turned around and went into the dressing room next to the door, locking the door behind her.

"Bang bang bang-!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out in the living room, bullets shattering the wooden door into countless fragments.

At the same time, the black man James's gritted teeth and furious roar pierced through the door:
"Don't kill her yet! Tie this girl up and take her to the Godfather's estate, let the Godfather decide what to do!"

Ginny gasped for breath, quickly pulled out her phone and dialed her emergency contact. After finding the phone was switched off, she hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and dialed another number.

Meanwhile, Rorschach, who was analyzing the background of the new number's owner with Harold, was interrupted by a sudden ringing of his cell phone.

Upon catching a glimpse of the name flashing on the screen, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he casually swiped to answer the call.

"Rorschach!"

Ginny's urgent shouts, mixed with deafening gunshots, rang out in the receiver.

Before Rorschach could speak, she said rapidly, "The Harlem Gang ambushed my house! The leader is that black guy named James! They brought over a dozen gunmen! After I identified myself, they didn't seem to kill me, but they want to take me somewhere. They probably want to—"

"Shut up, you bitch!"

The lock on the walk-in closet had already been blasted apart by bullets, but James kicked it open.

He roughly grabbed Ginny's arm and threw her to the ground, whereupon two henchmen immediately twisted her arms.

James glanced at the phone still ringing out from the ground, sneering as he grabbed it and said menacingly into the receiver, "Don't meddle in things that aren't your business! This woman is now under the control of the Harlem Gang! If you want to live a few more days, you'd better learn to play dumb!"

Inside an ordinary apartment in Brooklyn.

As Luo Xia listened to Ginny's screams mixed with pain and her threatening words on the phone, his face turned cold and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

The chilling aura made Harold hold his breath, and even the usually lively Brian looked at Rorschach with his tail drooping.

I don't care who you are.

Luo Xia's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. His tone was cold, and he said each word slowly and deliberately, "I don't care what your purpose is."

“If you’re after ransom, I can tell you, I won’t give you a single cent.”

“But I will give you something more special, something I have gained in my long career, something that has made me a nightmare for people like you.”

"If you release my girlfriend now, I might take pity on you and let you go, but if you don't..."

Rorschach abruptly raised his hand and smashed the cast on his arm, sending shards of plaster flying. He growled, "I'll find you all, and then I'll kill you all!!!"

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There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sneer: "What a joke! We're the biggest gang in New York! You know the Harlem Gang?! We're the Harlem Godfather's men! You dare try to get revenge, you ignorant fool!"

The phone hangs up.

As Rorschach heard the last words "Godfather Harlin" from the other man, his violent gaze turned toward Harold like that of a beast about to pounce on its prey.

"Dude, he asked me if I dared to offend Godfather Harlem."

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(End of this chapter)