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Chapter 164 "God! It's Rorschach!!!" (Seeking monthly votes)
Manhattan.

town Hall.

An emergency security meeting is being held in response to the “Statue of Liberty attack”.

Not only New York City, but almost all of New York State's top officials were crammed into this conference room.

Because the previous mayor died in the bombing, the meeting was chaired by the Governor of New York State.

In addition to city hall officials, many high-ranking figures from the federal government also attended—the current director of the FBI, the director of the Department of Justice’s Security Division, and the head of the Counterterrorism Bureau.
On stage, the governor was outlining city security measures in the aftermath of the terrorist attack using a PowerPoint presentation, while the heads of law enforcement agencies below seemed uninterested, whispering amongst themselves.
"At least one thing is certain: this Rorschach Butcher is no longer the lone wolf who ventured into Washington alone back then. He has helpers now, and most likely more than one!"

"I'm wondering if he was also involved in the bombing of the Judiciary Hall a month ago? According to the on-site investigation, it's impossible for the main perpetrator, Clyde, to have carried out the remote sniping of the Supreme Court Justice, planted the bomb, and then returned to burn the prosecutor to death on his own."

“That makes sense. So, he might have been responsible for the cannibalism cases in New York State six months ago! Judging from that guy’s mentality, he’s perfectly capable of doing something like cannibalism.”

"Watfar? Are you FBI mad? Rorschach was in Chicago six months ago! Even if you're going to frame someone, can't you at least find a reliable target?"

"The state bank robbery."

"Do you think Rorschach's personality would lead him to rob a bank?"

"Who knows what terrorists are thinking?"

Jack listened to his colleagues' comments and scribbled dismissively on a piece of paper.

Now that they finally have a scapegoat, these people are eager to pin all the unsolved cases on Rorschach.

"Jack."

FBI Director Robert Miller leaned in and whispered, “I shouldn’t be getting involved in CTU matters, but seriously, man, your counterterrorism unit has been chasing Rorschach for six months with absolutely no progress. That’s not like you, Jack Bauer.”

“What are you trying to say?” Jack glanced at him sideways. “Are you questioning my incompetence, or implying that I’m protecting criminals?”

"Haha, don't be so serious."

Robert chuckled and put his arm around his shoulder. "We've been friends for so many years. Others might not know, but do you think I don't know your strong sense of justice? I just find it a little strange."

Before the Counterterrorism Bureau was established, Jack was one of the two deputy directors of the FBI, and the two had indeed known each other for many years.

But it was precisely because he understood that Robert was even more confused—how could Jack, with his abilities and the assistance of the machine, not be able to handle Rorschach?
Looking around at the curious gazes of his colleagues, Jack sighed deeply and held up three fingers: "It's not that I don't want to arrest him, but this Rorschach is far more complicated than the files suggest."

"First, his counter-surveillance capabilities are unparalleled in my career. After the Fox River State Penitentiary bombing, I reviewed all the surveillance footage and couldn't find a single clear image! This means that he figured out the blind spots in the prison's surveillance and the guards' patrol patterns just by observing the exercise time. This kind of stealth ability is on par with a magician."

"Secondly, he must be backed by a top-tier hacker. I dare say that this hacker's skills far surpass all cybersecurity experts in the Federation—he is the only one I know capable of interfering with machine intelligence gathering!"

As for the third...

As he finished speaking, Jack frowned and lowered his voice: "I can tell you all definitively that Rorschach has more than one of those nanobombs that can devour the Statue of Liberty in seconds. The White House's strategy is to appear tough on the outside but loose on the inside: show a tough stance to the public, but actually only send elite teams to carry out covert operations."

Everyone nodded.

This strategy is clearly to prevent Rorschach from resorting to desperate measures—if the nanobombs were detonated in areas with dense steel structures and high pedestrian traffic, such as Times Square or the Brooklyn Bridge, the casualties would far exceed those of 9/11.

Especially now that a black president has just taken office, how can we allow a political disaster like this, which is a shocking tragedy, to occur in the first year?
Half an hour later, the long and tedious meeting finally came to an end.

The heads of various law enforcement agencies received their assignments and left one after another, but no one, including Jack and Robert, really believed that they could catch Rorschach.

If they could really catch him, they would have caught him months ago. Why wait until now?
This guy is now mixed in with New York's millions of people, and his identity information is professionally disguised, making his capture as difficult as landing on the moon.

"Even if we can't catch Luo Xia, it would be good to catch a few of his accomplices. At least we'd have something to report to our superiors."

"Hahaha, dream on! We don't even know who his accomplices are, how are we supposed to catch them?"

"How about we find a few guys who deserve to die to impersonate him? Hmm, you know what I mean."

"Don't mess around, the whole of America is watching this case."

In the corridor, the bigwigs, puffing on cigarettes, chatted about how to explain the terrorist attack to the public.

Amidst the wisps of smoke, everyone's expression was obscure and unreadable.

Jack didn't participate in their discussion. He turned his phone back on and prepared to contact the head of the New York CTU branch to hand over the matter to them.

Right now, any case involving Rorschach is as difficult to solve as a hot potato. Their CTU, backed by [Machine], has no shortage of counter-terrorism cases, so he has no interest in staying in New York like Robert and his team, searching for Rorschach's trail.

It's a complete waste of time.

"Jack, Robert, come over to my house tonight for a get-together. Let's have a couple of drinks. My wife has been saying she wants to treat you guys to something nice."

New York Deputy Mayor Anthony suddenly rushed over from behind, a friendly smile on his face, his gaze fixed on the group of federal law enforcement officials who had come to attend the meeting.

"Haha, I'm just afraid of troubling you too much, Madam."

Robert smiled politely at Anthony, the First Deputy Mayor in charge of housing and economic development, who was a strong contender for mayor of New York City.

If he ever enters the cabinet someday, even I, the FBI director, will have to obey his orders.

That's why Robert was exceptionally friendly towards Anthony.

After exchanging a few friendly words, Anthony turned his expectant gaze to Jack, who was holding his phone and remaining silent.

He was more interested in cultivating a relationship with the head of the counterterrorism agency than with FBI Director Robert.

After all, everyone in the federal government knows that Jack is a favorite of the Attorney General and could potentially rise to a high-ranking position within the Department of Justice at any time.

But Jack seemed not to hear their conversation at all, his eyes fixed on a message from an unknown number on the screen.

The message was very simple, just a few words, but it struck him like a bolt from the blue, informing him that Ginny had been kidnapped by a gang called the Harlem Gang.

He quickly dialed the call screen, and his expression tightened instantly when he saw a missed call from Ginny.

When he dialed the number and found that no one answered, he suddenly squeezed the phone vertically in two!

"Jack?"

Upon seeing the other man's pale knuckles, Robert immediately sensed something was wrong and asked seriously, "Is something wrong?"

Jack suddenly looked up, and the anger in his eyes sent a chill down the spine of the FBI director.

“A gang called the Harlem Gang kidnapped Ginny.”

"what?!"

Robert frowned and cursed angrily, "These bastards have gone too far! Damn it, don't worry, Jack, I'll gather all the FBI agents in New York right now, and we'll get Ginny out within half an hour!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone to call for help.

As mentioned earlier, he and Jack worked together in the FBI for many years, and they often visited each other's homes in Washington. Ginny was someone he watched grow up.

Mayor Anthony, after a moment of shock, quickly patted his chest and assured him that he would immediately order the city's police to mobilize and raid all of Harlem's properties to find Ginny's whereabouts.

However, Jack raised his hand to interrupt them.

“This is a matter for our counter-terrorism department, so there’s no need to trouble you.” He took Robert’s phone and dialed an encrypted number to make a contact.

Seeing this, Robert couldn't help but advise, "I know the Harlem Gang. Although they're the biggest gang in New York, they're still just a gang. Wouldn't deploying the counterterrorism unit cause too much of a commotion? After all, there was a terrorist attack on Liberty Island at noon, and the citizens are still very anxious."

"Is this causing too much of a commotion?"

Unable to contain his rage, Jack said fiercely, "Let me tell you, Robert, if Ginny gets hurt even a little tonight, I'll wipe out the entire Harlem gang!"

His cold gaze swept over the group of municipal officials before him, and he said sternly, "This is not an ordinary gang kidnapping! This is a blatant terrorist attack! I have every reason to suspect that the Harlem gang has colluded with Rorschach Butcher and is assisting this terrorist in kidnapping my daughter in an attempt to blackmail the Counterterrorism Bureau!"

After saying that, he gripped his cell phone, which was already connected to the New York branch of the Counterterrorism Bureau, and strode away, his angry back like that of an enraged lion.

Robert stood there, repeatedly pondering Jack's words, his expression gradually becoming strange.

Did the Harlem gang collude with Rorschach?
"Fuck you, Jack, you bastard!"

At that moment, Robert finally understood why the Attorney General valued him so highly. Officials from various law enforcement agencies around Robert, including the Coast Guard, the Drug Enforcement Administration, and Immigration and Customs Enforcement, all cast inquiring glances his way.

"Why are you still standing there?!"

Robert abruptly waved his hand and sneered, "Didn't you hear what Jack said? The Harlem Gang colluded with terrorist Rorschach Butcher to kidnap the daughter of the Counterterrorism Bureau chief in an attempt to undermine national security! This is a top-level counterterrorism operation! All departments, mobilize immediately!"

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These seasoned veterans exchanged a knowing glance, instantly understanding the deeper meaning behind it.

The next second, a chorus of angry curses erupted in the conference room, with everyone indignantly condemning Harlem's gang for courting disaster.

What excited them even more was that they had finally caught a clue about Rorschach!
One by one, they immediately pulled out their phones and began mobilizing their forces with great momentum.

Tonight, a full-scale purge of the Harlem gang will sweep across New York!
After everyone left in a hurry, Deputy Mayor Anthony's brows furrowed even more deeply.

He quietly retreated to a secluded corner and quickly dialed a phone number.
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Among all Black gangs in New York, there's a well-known, ironclad rule, considered a "bible" by all gang members: "In New York, you either have a gun or you kneel!"

This statement came from Bump Johnson, the legendary leader of the Harlem syndicate.

This ruthless character, who started out on the streets at the age of twelve, rose from the lowest rung of the streets as a lowly henchman. With his extraordinary courage and cold-blooded methods, he carved out a bloody path through the bloody world.

He not only monopolized the drug trade in Harlem, but also controlled multiple underground casinos in Manhattan, becoming the only black godfather in New York underworld history who could rival the Italian Mafia!
At this moment, in a Manhattan estate heavily guarded by multiple gunmen, the Harlem Godfather is leisurely sitting in a rocking chair.

He had a cigar in his mouth and a newspaper in his hand, carefully reading the latest news.

Bump, around fifty years old, was slightly overweight, but his downcast eyes held a hidden sharpness, and his fleshy face gave him an imposing and dignified aura.

Opposite him, James, a black man, stood respectfully, with two henchmen holding Ginny's arms tightly, waiting for the true king of New York's underworld to speak.

"This kid named Rorschach is really a troublemaker. The things he's done since he got out of prison are more and more shocking than the last. He's turned the whole Federation upside down."

Bump shook the newspaper. "The whole page is about him."

He tossed the newspaper aside, picked up a warm towel from the table to wipe his face, and then turned his gaze to James and Ginny.

"This girl claims to be the daughter of the counter-terrorism bureau chief?"

“Yes, Godfather.” James bowed, his voice very low. “She speaks very eloquently, and I’m unsure of what to do, so I’ve come here specifically to ask you for your decision.”

"Hahaha"

Bump shook his head and chuckled, "New York is full of rich people and children of politicians, and there are even more swindlers like this who use others' names to make a big deal out of nothing."

He pointed his cigar at James, sighed in disappointment, and said, "Use your brain more! The daughter of the counterterrorism chief is a patrol officer in New York? I bet she's just the daughter of some low-ranking officer, using some random excuse to fool you out of fear of death."

James forced an awkward smile, glanced at Ginny whose mouth was gagged, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Godfather, don't worry, I know what to do. Tonight, I'll let this little chick taste what it's like to offend the Harlem Gang! And while I'm at it, I'll use her head to give all the police in New York a warning!"

"Well, it's up to you."

Bump waved his hand dismissively.

Ignoring Ginny's angry glare, he slowly rose, leaning on the armrest, and prepared to return to the villa.

Tonight is the Bump family's weekly family dinner day, which they never miss.

This underworld godfather, who always valued family ties, would gather all his married children home for dinner on this day, no matter how busy he was.

Suddenly, one of his men rushed out of the villa, looking flustered and holding up his phone.

"Godfather, it's an urgent call from the mayor."

Bump frowned slightly and took the phone with his calloused hand.

I had barely finished exchanging polite greetings when the mayor's hysterical roar came through the receiver.

After hearing this, the face of the powerful gangster godfather in Harlem instantly turned ashen, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Anthony, let me explain first."

"Stop talking nonsense. From tonight onwards, we are strangers."

The call was abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone.

Bump stood there, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

James cautiously approached: "Godfather, has something gone wrong with the mayor?"

After a brief silence, Bump suddenly sprang up, grabbed James by the hair, and slammed him hard against the coffee table!

"Do you even have a brain?! Huh?!"

He grabbed a whiskey bottle from the table and smashed it over James's head: "I told you to deal with those corrupt cops, and what did you do? You kidnapped the counterterrorism chief's daughter! And you brought her to my ranch! Do you have a death wish?!"

James, bleeding from his head, was completely stunned—just minutes ago, the Godfather had said that she was nothing but a charlatan.

"Fuck! Now the Counterterrorism Bureau is comparing me to that lunatic Rorschach Butcher! They're saying our Harlem gang is colluding with Rorschach to plan terrorist attacks! Fuck you!!"

Bump glared furiously at this good-for-nothing fool, his anger reaching its peak.

In that phone call, his biggest protector in New York—Deputy Mayor Anthony—was almost hysterically yelling at him that the entire law enforcement force in New York had been mobilized.

Not only were all members of the FBI and the Counterterrorism Bureau mobilized, but the NYPD and Coast Guard were also urgently called up. The target of this joint operation was none other than his Harlem gang.

"Sang Ao Fu—Bitch!!!"

Bump cursed inwardly.

He was just a law-abiding gang leader, running "legitimate businesses" such as drugs, casinos, and human trafficking. When did he get involved in terrorist attacks?

As for Rorschach?

Although the news broadcasts the madman's wanted poster every day, all he knew was that this guy was a lawless, number one wanted criminal.

They didn't even know what the other party looked like, let alone have any collusion with them!

"I should have known you bunch of trash would get me killed sooner or later!" Bump kicked James hard as he lay on the ground groaning in pain.

He turned to look at Ginny, who had been watching coldly the whole time, and tried to force a friendly smile, but the authority of a mafia godfather for decades made him too ashamed to put on a fawning attitude towards this young girl.

"Shet."

He cursed helplessly, preparing to gather his confidants to pack their valuables and hide in the safe house, when his phone suddenly vibrated again.

This was an urgent message from a gang leader: in the past half hour, a mysterious man has been massacring various strongholds of the Harlem gang.

From underground casinos to strip clubs, almost no gang member present escaped unscathed.

The only survivor sent a trembling video, interspersed with his terrified, distorted cries: "The boss is finished. That guy is a damn devil."

Bump opened the video, and deafening gunshots immediately rang out.

In the footage, his carefully trained gunmen fell in droves before they could even draw their weapons, like wheat being harvested.

The assassin, dressed in a custom black suit and wielding a Remington shotgun, unleashed a bloody massacre in the nightclub.

Strangely, each of his bullets seemed to have eyes, only taking the lives of gang members, while ordinary customers around him remained unharmed.

The moment the assassin turned around, Bump's pupils contracted sharply, and his phone slipped from his trembling fingers, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Jesus Christ is Rorschach the fuck!!!"

(End of this chapter)