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Chapter 165 He's pretty good at escaping! (Seeking monthly votes)
Bump was no stranger to the name.

No, it should be said that any American, regardless of whether they care about current affairs or not, would have heard of this name.

First, he assassinated the Speaker of the House, who was third in line to succeed the president, and then he destroyed the Statue of Liberty, a symbol of American freedom.

To the average American, Rorschach was the world's number one terrorist, and a nightmare specifically targeting the United States.

For a mob godfather like Bumper, the name carries even more weight.

The deeds of such a scourge spread much faster in the underworld than in mainstream media.

Before this, Rorschach was nothing more than a mad dog that Bumper didn't want to mess with.

After all, he was a gangster, and the other party was a terrorist; they should keep to themselves.

But now, this mad dog has its eyes on me!
"What the hell"

Bump stared at the video of the massacre that had taken place sometime in the past on his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

When did I ever provoke this killing god?!
He abruptly turned his head to look at the poolside—Ginny, her mouth gagged and her hands and feet bound, was staring coldly at him.

There was no fear in those eyes, only mockery.

Although Bump is black, he is certainly smart enough to sit in the position of the godfather of the New York mob.

He rushed to Ginny, ripped the gag out of her mouth, and asked in a deep voice, "You...you're really the daughter of the Counterterrorism Director? And you know that damn Rorschach?!"

Ginny stretched her aching jaw and sneered, "What, are you scared now?"

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Bump's chest heaved violently, and his muscular face could no longer project any semblance of authority.

He gritted his teeth and protested, "I knew nothing about your kidnapping; it was all James's doing."

Seeing Ginny's indifference, he narrowed his eyes, calculating rapidly, then suddenly lowered his voice: "If you're willing to forget tonight's events, I'll send you back immediately. This bastard who offended you will be chopped up and fed to the dogs. Also..."

He held up two short, fat fingers. "I can donate twenty million dollars to your father's super PAC—no, thirty million dollars! For..."

"Shut up!"

Ginny interrupted sharply, "Do you think my father would take your bribes like those corrupt cops?"

Before Bump could speak, she said, word by word, "From the day you started selling drugs, breaking the law, harming civilians, and corrupting the judiciary in New York, your fate today was sealed!"

Seeing Ginny's stubborn and unyielding attitude, Bump's face grew even more gloomy.

Of course, he didn't dare to resort to any drastic measures.

With the hostage still in his hands, he might be able to negotiate with the counter-terrorism bureau; but if he really hurt her, the girl's father would probably risk impeachment to kill him.

He had children of his own, so Bump knew all too well how reckless a furious father could be when his children were threatened.

He couldn't understand why the daughter of the counterterrorism chief was involved with the federal most wanted criminal, while he, the victim, was seen as "Rorschach's accomplice" by law enforcement.

"Fake!!!"

Unable to vent his anger, Bump kicked over the rocking chair behind him.

He grabbed Ginny's chin hard: "Don't think I'm really afraid of the Counterterrorism Bureau! Afraid of that son of a bitch Rorschach Butcher! If your father dares to touch me, I'll make him taste the pain of losing his daughter!"

Ginny didn't even blink.

Having been tempered in Chicago and honed in New York, she was no longer the rookie policewoman she once was, and she saw through the tough exterior but weak interior of this Harlem Godfather at a glance.

She simply couldn't be bothered with such a bluffing threat.

"Bam—!"

The sudden gunshot made Bump tremble.

Then came another intense exchange of fire, interspersed with the screams of his men.

Counterterrorism Bureau?

No, the mayor just made a warning call; even a helicopter couldn't get there that fast.
A terrible thought flashed through his mind, and Bump turned ashen-faced—it was that damned Rorschach who had come knocking on his door!
"Take her with you!" he shouted at his two men. "Don't let her escape! This place is no longer safe!"

The group rushed into the villa's hall in a panic.

Under the lights, his wife, children, and even grandchildren were gathered together in a tense atmosphere, bewildered by the sudden gunshot.

Bump's Adam's apple bobbed, and at that moment he finally truly realized how terrible the trouble he had gotten himself into.

"Dad? Is it the Brooklyn gang?"

His youngest daughter quickly stepped forward, took his arm, and asked with a frown.

She was about the same age as Ginny, but her brows revealed a ruthless edge. She didn't even bother to glance at Ginny, who was being controlled, and assumed she was just another small fry who had offended the Harlem gang.

"Gangs? I'd rather it was gangs who came!"

Bump scooped up his two-year-old grandson from the sofa and yelled at his family, "What are you all standing there for! Call the driver! Everyone get out the back door! Now!"

His panicked appearance left everyone in the hall looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Dad, are you getting senile?"

A young Black man in his early thirties, impeccably dressed in a suit like a Wall Street elite, pointed at the surveillance footage and said, puzzled, "It's just an enemy coming to our door, right? What haven't we seen? There was only one of them."

Bump glanced at the surveillance footage—the man in the suit, with a submachine gun in his left hand and a Remington rifle in his right, was casually slaughtering the gunmen at the door.

His forehead veins bulged: "This madman was able to kill Pellari right under the noses of the Secret Service and the FBI a month ago. Do you think these gunmen in the manor can stop him?"

"Perari?"

The family members didn't react for a moment.

Isn't he just someone seeking revenge? As family members of gangsters, they're used to this kind of scene. But what does it have to do with the Speaker of the House?
Until the man in the surveillance footage suddenly slung a shotgun over his shoulder and coldly looked up at the camera—

"Holy shit! It's Rorschach Butcher!"

"Damn it! How did this terrorist end up targeting us?!"

"Bump! We have to catch him!" The wife suddenly clapped her hands excitedly. "This guy is worth a hundred million dollars! How much merchandise do we need to sell to launder a hundred million?"

Bump stared at his wife in disbelief.

The Federation mobilized its entire force for half a year but couldn't catch this scourge. This stupid woman actually thinks she can rely on the mafia to catch him?

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here! All the cops in New York are after us! The Harlem Gang is finished!"

Bump shoved his pampered family members, who had long lost their sense of crisis, and stumbled towards the back door.

"Where are we going? Why are the police arresting us? Where is Anthony? He took so much money from us, how dare he just stand by and watch us die?" Bump's youngest daughter, whom he considered his successor, looked completely bewildered.

Everything was normal just a few minutes ago, how did everything suddenly turn upside down?

"We'll talk about it on the way! Let's get to Garden Boulevard in the city center first, and we'll figure something out when we get there!" Bump shouted impatiently.

"Why did you choose that place?" the younger daughter asked, puzzled.

Bump gave a sinister sneer: "Because nobody in the world dares to make a move there—not even Rorschach Butcher!"

Before leaving, he glanced at the surveillance footage one last time.

Strangely, the man on the screen didn't seem to be in a hurry to chase them. Instead, he leisurely lit a cigarette and waved at the camera, as if he had already seen through their escape plan.

"What the hell!" Bump cursed, gripping Ginny's arm tightly as if it were a talisman.

The family rushed to the back door in a panic, jumped into a row of armored cars, and fled the manor in a hasty escape.

Outside the manor, Rorschach, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pressed the muzzle of his shotgun against the head of the groaning Black man at his feet.

"Oh!"

After the gunshot, he leisurely wiped the bloodstains from the soles of the boots off the corpse's clothes before slowly walking into the manor.

If Ginny were still in that bastard James's hands, he would definitely have Harold locate her immediately and rescue her as quickly as possible.

But now that it had fallen into the hands of Harlem's godfather, he was no longer in a hurry.

Unless this old guy is an idiot, he should realize that he is facing a full-scale crackdown by New York law enforcement.

To save his life, he would never dare to lay a finger on Ginny.

So Rorschach leisurely raided several of the opponent's biggest nightclubs, reaping justice points while announcing to the godfather: You're being watched.

One shot, one kill?
That's too good for him!
Rorschach wanted to watch this guy break down in despair and be completely destroyed by his own stupidity and greed.

When he stepped into the manor, the gunmen had already scattered like birds.

Normally speaking, the gunmen of gangs are indeed less loyal than the gunmen employed by drug trafficking groups. As soon as they saw that their own situation was not good, they all ran away.

As for the Bump family, they also disappeared without a trace.

"Harold," he whispered into the headset, "Where has our Godfather gone?"

Inside the downtown library base, Harold stared at the real-time convoy tracking on the screen, frowning. "They're moving towards Garden Boulevard. Strange, why aren't they fleeing New York at a time like this, instead heading towards the city center?"

“Garden Avenue?” Rorschach’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Looks like he thinks someone there can save his life.”

Just as he was about to ask Jack about his movements, a painful groan came from not far away.

James, who had been beaten bloody by Bump earlier, was struggling to get up.

This guy is really tough; he survived being hit in the head multiple times with a bottle.

Unfortunately, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with Luo Xia's cold, condescending gaze.

"James?" the man asked indifferently.

"Ugh," James groaned in pain, while secretly reaching for his lower back.

Rorschach sized up the disheveled black man and suddenly sneered, "You don't even have a crown or 'The One' tattoo on your body, and you dare to call yourself James? What, before joining the Harlem Gang, you changed masters twice?"

"Who are you?!" James shouted impatiently, but then his expression froze.

Why does this face look so familiar?

Rorschach raised an eyebrow with amusement: "Didn't you just ask me if I dared to offend Godfather Harlin? Have you forgotten already?"

James' pupils suddenly contracted!
He finally remembered—wasn't this the world's number one terrorist who attacked the Statue of Liberty, the one whose story was constantly playing on television?!
“Fuck—!”

"Oh!"

He had just drawn his gun when his right hand was blasted into a pile of mangled flesh and flew out!
Rorschach patted his pale face with the hot barrel of his gun and asked softly, "Now, do you think I dare to offend Godfather Harlin?"

"I"

James pressed his bloodied, severed wrist tightly, staring in utter terror at the demon before him.

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ten minutes later.

More than a dozen helicopters hovered over the manor, their blinding searchlights illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

Rows of explosion-proof vehicles were parked in front of the villa, their tires leaving charred marks on the ground.

As soon as Jack got out of the car, he saw the only living person still breathing in the villa.

A black man whose hands and feet were broken and who was on the verge of death still stared at them with resentful eyes.

Robert, who got out of the car later, looked around: the gunmen's corpses lying haphazardly at the door, James mutilated into a human pig by the pool, and couldn't help but lower his voice: "Jack, could this be Rorschach Butcher's doing again?"

In the past ten minutes, citywide law enforcement raided all of Harlem gang's strongholds, only to find that several of Manhattan's largest nightclubs and casinos had already been bloodied.

The Harlem gang lost over a hundred members.

Even more bizarrely, a witness took a photo of the attacker—Rorschach Butcher, whom they had been hunting for days!
"Jack, something's not right."

Robert glanced at the team members around him, then leaned closer to Jack and whispered, "Tell me honestly, did Ginny have any connection with Rorschach when she was in Chicago? How come Rorschach appeared and wiped out the Harlem gang as soon as she was kidnapped? He was even faster than us!"

Jack paused for a moment, then said without changing his expression, "It's just a case of the wicked eating the wicked. Even if there is a connection, it's the Harlem gang that wanted to kidnap Ginny to threaten Rorschach into handing over the nanobomb. With Bump's methods, it wouldn't be difficult for them to find out that Ginny had worked with Rorschach."

"Then why did you say they were colluding before?"

"nonsense!"

Jack sneered, "If there wasn't collusion, how would the Harlem Gang know that Rorschach had nanotech bombs? That's a federal secret!"

"You fucking... you really know how to make things up."

Robert laughed in exasperation and patted his old friend on the shoulder helplessly.

Both of them knew perfectly well that the Harlem gang's power in New York was due to countless protectors within City Hall. Since they had crossed Jack this time, the best way to eradicate them completely was to link the Harlem gang with the most notorious figure recently, Rorschach.

Only by using the name of counter-terrorism can the entire Harlem gang be eradicated legitimately.

Otherwise, if the other party kidnaps someone and then releases them, who will Jack vent his anger on?
Although he knew perfectly well what was going on, Robert had no intention of revealing it.

Putting aside their long-standing friendship, the entire New York law enforcement system now needs a target to explain itself to the public and Washington.

Since Harlem has gotten himself into trouble, he deserves his bad luck.

"That old bastard got away pretty fast." Robert sneered as he lit a cigar. "There's the Coast Guard at the docks, and the main roads out of town are full of counterterrorism and FBI agents. Do you think he can just sprout wings and fly away?"

They didn't even notify the New York Police Department for this operation, after all, who knows how many corrupt cops were in there.

Neither Jack nor Robert trusted these corrupt parasites.

"No, he didn't run away, but instead he went into the city center."

As Jack listened to the report through his earpiece, a chilling smile crept onto his lips. "Robert, this black guy seems to think that after kidnapping my daughter, no one in New York will dare to protect him."

"Oh?" Robert raised an eyebrow, revealing an equally dangerous smile. "Which arrogant fool has the guts to be so bold?"

Garden Avenue.

On the side of a Land Rover window, a finger holding a cigarette butt flicked it lightly, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground in a scarlet arc.

The car door swung open with a bang, and Luo Xia stepped out, looking up at the gilded marble sign in front of him.

He pulled the bolt of Remington's gun without expression, and with a "click," a bullet was chambered.

Ignoring the panicked look of the security guard at the entrance, he strode into the hotel.

"Continental Hotel?"

Luo Xia scoffed, "You certainly know how to pick a spot."

(End of this chapter)