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Chapter 202 Team Support! The Motorbike Gang Transforms into an Elite Combat Force!
"Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!"

The woman's sharp curses echoed in the office.

Just minutes before, Hennessy was dreaming of spending hundreds of millions of dollars to live a carefree life in Europe, but now he is completely enraged.

Now it's clear to everyone that Luo Xia had no intention of playing a serious match.

This guy deliberately stalled at the start, and after all the cars had finished the first lap, he pulled out a heavy sniper rifle from somewhere, took out DK, and then occupied the modified heavy truck, blocking the entire track and making the other drivers live targets.

"Damn Chicago bastards!" Hennessy cursed angrily.

Keep in mind that tens of thousands of celebrities and dignitaries around the world are watching the live stream, and any one of them could easily cause Hennessy serious trouble.

However, due to Rorschach's interference, the Death Race, which had never gone wrong in more than ten years, turned into a massacre.

Strangely, despite Rorschach's disastrous performance on the track, she has yet to receive a call of accountability from any high-ranking official.
"Miss."

Seeing that Hennessy's emotions had calmed down slightly, his subordinate cautiously asked, "The disturbance on the track is a minor problem; once Rorschach runs out of ammunition, the unrest will subside. But what about the explosion over the wall?"

Hennessy did not reply.

Her face darkened as she looked out the window at the continuous explosions. After a moment of silence, she suddenly sneered, "Blow up the wall? He thinks he can escape like that?"

She whirled around, her icy gaze sweeping over all the prison guards and mercenary leaders present: "Notify the outer perimeter to sink all the ships at the dock! You all switch to heavy weapons and, together with the outer perimeter gunmen, herd all the prisoners back to the cell block. Anyone who resists will be shot on the spot!"

"Yes, sir!"

The group quickly left the office, picked up walkie-talkies, and began relaying instructions.

Soon, only Hennessy remained in the room.

The woman stared intently at Rorschach on the screen, who was still hunting down drivers with a sniper rifle. She gritted her teeth in hatred, but her heart was also filled with doubt.

Sniper rifles, armor-piercing rounds, explosives. How did Rorschach manage to get all that stuff?
It's important to know that even the installation of weapons on the race cars was done under the supervision of multiple prison guards, making it impossible for drivers to have the opportunity to conceal weapons.

Not only did Rorschach acquire heavy sniper rifles and armor-piercing rounds, but he also planted bombs around the prison.

All of this left Hennessy completely baffled.

But now, none of that matters anymore.

The game has completely spiraled out of control, and the prison riots are escalating. The immediate priority is to quell the riots; other matters can only be investigated later.

"Ding~"

Hennessy flicked off his lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"call"

After calming down, she regained her usual aloof expression.

Unlike Fox River, Termination Island is an isolated island with landmines along its coastline. Even if the walls are blown up, it's impossible to escape without ships.

All the ships have now been destroyed, and the only few helicopters are parked on the top floor of the building, guarded by hundreds of heavily armed mercenaries.

To be honest, she wasn't worried at all about the prisoners escaping End Island, nor was she worried about her own safety.

What she was really worried about was...
Hennessy's gaze unconsciously drifted to the telephone on the table.

Strangely, despite the huge mess caused by the competition, not a single one of the wealthy and powerful individuals who bet hundreds of millions of dollars has called to question him.

Continental Hotel.

"Haha, this is the kind of game I want to watch!"

The elder stood in front of the screen, his eyes shining as he watched Luo Xia wield a sniper rifle and wreak havoc.

From the moment Rorschach blocked the track with his heavy truck a few minutes ago and got out to start the fight, the elder hadn't touched the sofa again, standing there intently watching, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

This prince, who possessed immense wealth and a pivotal political position in the Arab world, now regarded Rorschach as an idol, his eyes filled with fanaticism and worship.

“What a pity.” The elder suddenly shook his head regretfully. “This is the End Island, not Hawaii. If it were somewhere with more Americans, it would definitely be more interesting.”

Winston and the female judge exchanged a glance, and neither of them uttered a sound.

At this moment, they finally understood why the elders had forbidden any council members other than the Antonio family from attacking Rorschach.

So this prince is a huge fan of Rorschach?!
Not only in grand hotels, but countless wealthy and powerful people around the world were watching Rorschach's rampage on the screen, clenching their fists and cheering with joy.

They watch Death Race for thrills; winning or losing tens of millions is meaningless to them. But a live stream of a legendary wanted criminal's killing spree is a once-in-a-lifetime visual feast!

In their view, spending tens of millions to watch Rorschach carve through the entire isolated island prison is absolutely worth the ticket price!

“Bang bang bang bang—”

Gunfire continued at the racetrack.

A modified RS6 had barely appeared when several armor-piercing rounds hit its tires, sending it tumbling into a haystack and crushing several daring onlookers into a bloody pulp.

"Click."

The sniper rifle barrel suddenly emitted a metallic fatigue noise.

The heavy sniper rifle, used as a submachine gun, inevitably overheated and deformed under the onslaught of high-speed, continuous fire of large-caliber bullets.

The moment the [Overload Tyrant] effect disappeared, the gun barrel twisted and deformed, becoming completely unusable.

Rorschach glanced at it, casually tossed aside the broken gun, and gestured with his chin toward Dom, who was staring in disbelief: "Call your henchmen, take all the machine guns off the race car, and come with me."

".What's the meaning?"

"What do you mean? You don't want to go out and see your sister?"

"You mean you're talking about fighting your way out?!"

Dom was stunned for several seconds before he reacted.

So, after all that, this guy's escape plan was to kill all the prison guards and the warden with a gun?
This is hardly a legitimate jailbreak plan!
"Rorschach."

Dom swallowed hard, pressing for confirmation, "Do you know how many guards are in this prison? There are hundreds of mercenaries just on the outer perimeter, all armed with submachine guns. Even if we manage to break through, so what? This is a fucking isolated island! The nearest coastline is dozens of nautical miles away! Are you planning to swim us there?!"

Rorschach shrugged and said bluntly, "Dude, I really don't know if I can swim dozens of nautical miles. But I do know one thing: if you dawdle for a few more minutes, those mercenaries will surround you."

He deliberately threatened, "We only have a few machine guns, while the other side has hundreds of submachine guns and artillery. Once we're surrounded, two shells will wipe us out."

"Fuck you, Rosa!" Dom, feeling like he'd been tricked, took several deep breaths, finally managing to utter only this one sentence.

He then ignored the cries of pain echoing across the track and gestured to his underlings watching from both sides.

Soon, dozens of motorcycle gang prisoners, reeking of engine oil, scrambled over haystacks and piles of tires and gathered in the center of the track.

Upon hearing that they were going to fight the mercenaries, these desperate men were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they were all excited and hurriedly dismantled the still-usable machine guns from the race car.

“Rorschach, there’s something I need to make clear.”

Dom looked at his men's enthusiastic expressions and leaned closer to whisper, "My brothers used to be just ordinary street racers. They've only ever handled a gun a few times. Their marksmanship is only slightly better than a complete newbie who's never even touched a gun before."

"Waterfalk?"

Rorschach frowned. "Then how did they end up in this kind of hard labor prison?"

He activated his [Eye of Judgment] and scanned the group, discovering that the group was surrounded by a blood-red mist, clearly indicating that they had all committed murder.

On the contrary, the leader, Dom, had a lighter blood mist on him—he had killed people, but not many.

“Not knowing how to shoot doesn’t mean they haven’t killed anyone,” Dom confessed honestly. “They all killed pedestrians while speeding.” Rorschach glared at the bald man, annoyed. He’d almost thought these guys were innocent innocents like the chief, wrongly accused, but it turned out they were all blood-stained criminals.

"Don't worry about it, just let them be the cannon fodder when the time comes. And you, come with me." Rorschach waved to Dom, then climbed over the haystack that served as a fence and went into a warehouse.

Upon hearing the word "cannon fodder," Dom, who was about to argue, forgot his anger and quickly followed.

When he turned into the warehouse, he saw Rorschach putting on a bulletproof vest, and dozens of submachine guns and grenades were neatly stacked on the table.

"Where did all this come from?!" Dom asked in shock.

“I have people among the prison guards.” Rorschach didn’t even look up, continuing to hang grenades on his bulletproof vest.

"Now I finally understand why you're worth so much of a bounty."

Dom gave Rorschach a deep look, his tone filled with admiration.

This guy in front of me has only been here for two or three days, yet he has already infiltrated the prison guard ranks and acquired so much weaponry.

Soon, the biker gang members who had dismantled the machine gun also arrived one after another.

Although puzzled by the sudden appearance of weapons in the warehouse, no one had time to investigate further as the die was cast.

A few minutes later, sporadic gunshots began to ring out outside.

The mercenaries entered the inner perimeter, attempting to drive the prisoners back to their cells.

But when the prisoners saw the breached wall, they all fled towards the gap. Who would want to go back?
The sparse gunfire quickly turned into a barrage of shots, and any prisoner who tried to escape in the opposite direction was mercilessly fired upon!
Inside the warehouse, dozens of men were fully armed, each with a submachine gun, and several burly men were carrying light machine guns, waiting for Luo Xia's order.

"call"

Rorschach took a deep drag on the cigar he'd been chewing the whole way, looked out the door and said calmly, "There are over five hundred mercenaries and over two hundred prison guards on the entire island."

“The prison guards are responsible for the prisoners inside the walls, while the mercenaries are divided into two groups.”

"One group guards the perimeter, and another group protects the warden's office in the administration building."

"With the track riots and the wall being blown up, the administration building will definitely send people to provide support on the perimeter. I estimate that there are at most a hundred people left in the administration building to protect Hennessy."

Dom sensed something was amiss and couldn't help but interrupt, "Buddy, aren't we trying to break out? What are you talking about the administration building for? That's in the opposite direction!"

"nonsense!"

Rorschach replied coldly, "If Hennessy isn't an idiot, all the ships at the dock would have been blown up by now. The only way out is to take over the administration building first!"

"why?"

"Because there are helicopters there!"

A woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Case stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, panting heavily.

A few minutes ago, when Rorschach jumped onto DK's heavy truck and started killing, this girl sped off, using her extreme driving skills to complete the first lap in an attempt to activate the weapon system.

After the race, they discovered that the track had been blocked off, and almost all the drivers were dead.

"There are at least five helicopters on the roof of the administration building, and they are all fully fueled."

Case walked straight to the table, deftly put on his bulletproof vest, loaded his submachine gun, and looked around at everyone seriously, saying, "Those helicopters are Hennessy's escape route. She dared to blow up the ship because she had this backup plan."

Rorschach gave Case a meaningful look, then turned to Dom and tilted his head: "Now you understand? If you want to leave the island, you have to steal a helicopter first."

"OK," Dom suddenly realized, exchanging glances with his men.

These desperate criminals all face sentences of at least thirty or forty years; they're capable of anything for freedom.

"Let's go then." As usual, Luo Xia repeatedly pulled the bolt to familiarize himself with the feel, and took the lead in walking out of the warehouse.

Case quickly caught up, looked at the man's profile, bit his lip, and finally couldn't help but complain, "Next time, tell me your plans before you get in the car! Do you know how many times I almost died trying to get back to save you?"

"Are you angry?" Luo Xia raised an eyebrow at her.

Seeing that Casey remained silent with a cold expression, Rorschach smiled and put his arm around her shoulder: "Believe it or not, after this is over, I have a full 70 ways to make you happy?"

"Really? What are they?" Case glanced at him sideways.

“The first thing is to give you your freedom.” Rorschach held up one finger.

"anything else?"

"69."

"69?"

Case frowned, not understanding what he meant, but a burst of laughter erupted around him.

"Hahaha"

Dom and his cronies couldn't help but chuckle mischievously, winking at her. Even the slow-witted Case realized what was happening.

She glared at Luo Xia, but couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

He's about to face hundreds of battle-hardened mercenaries, and this guy still has the nerve to think about using that color to digest...
Case's gaze involuntarily returned to Rorschach's slightly upturned lips.

She had to admit that this man did have a special charm; at least in life-or-death situations, having him around made her feel much more at ease.

Outside the warehouse at this moment.

A group of mercenaries were driving prisoners back to their cells with guns when they suddenly noticed a group of people appearing ahead.

In an instant, everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Not only them, but also the dignitaries watching the live stream around the world and Hennessy in his office were dumbfounded—where did these people get their bulletproof vests and submachine guns?!
In that split second that the other party was stunned, Luo Xia suddenly shouted:

"Move!"

“Bang bang bang—!”

Gunshots suddenly rang out!

Three seconds later, more than a dozen mercenaries in front of them were riddled with bullets and fell into pools of blood before they could even fire a single shot!

Behind Rorschach, Dom, Keyes, and the others gaped in disbelief—when did their marksmanship become so accurate?!

Almost every shot hit a vital spot, without missing a single one!

Seeing their stunned expressions, Luo Xia smiled at the drone camera.

He knew that people in both Hennessy and Washington were watching the live stream.

He raised two fingers and pointed them at his eyes, then turned them back to point at the drone's camera.

The next second, he was the first to rush out of the bunker and head towards the administration building.

Amidst the constant gunfire, the surrounding prisoners, like battle-hardened special forces, spontaneously took up tactical positions, their bullets precisely clearing a path for the vanguard.

The entire team rushed toward the administration building in unison.

In the firelight, this ragtag army, which consisted almost entirely of dregs except for Rorschach, now resembled an elite combat squad!
In Rorschach's mind, a skill was flashing with blue lightning—

War Symphony: Enhances squad tactical coordination. Teammates' shooting accuracy is increased by 25%, friendly fire automatically avoids friendly forces, and when commanding concentrated fire, squad damage to the same target is increased (5% per shot)!!!
(End of this chapter)