North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 204 "You're all f*cking welcome"

One hundred?

Five hundred?
Or a thousand?

Luo Xia glanced at it and couldn't even count how many justice points he had absorbed this time.

But what he was certain of was that the number of prisoners and mercenaries in that prison building was definitely no less than a thousand.

As mentioned before, almost every prisoner in this damn End Island prison is a serious offender.

Although in the United States, the standards for sentencing to severe punishment vary widely, and sometimes even stealing something worth tens of dollars can result in a severe sentence by the judge—such as the famous "three strikes out" law.

The first two thefts may be minor offenses, but the third... even if you only steal a bag of five-dollar chips, you could be sentenced to 25 years to life imprisonment.

It sounds absurd, but cases where a cumulative number of offenses triggers a severe sentence are actually quite common.

When Rorschach was a policeman, he ran into him almost every week.

But in the end, while there may be many such prisoners in prison, the majority are definitely murderers.

and so……

Luo Xia felt the at least a thousand justice points in his mind and let out a long, satisfying sigh.

Half an hour ago, the moment he snapped DK's neck on the track, this black man with black mist above his head, who had killed countless people, not only provided justice points but also predictably unleashed a long-lost skill—

Vehicle Specialization (0/100)

Strangely enough, in the past six months, he hasn't encountered many enemies who can provide him with skills.

It seems that only those who excel in a particular field can acquire specialized skills by eliminating them, such as the previous Disguise Specialization and DPS Specialization.

A rare specialization skill, plus a thousand justice points... this trip to Termination Island was an absolute steal!

Originally, it was just to protect the director before the Department of Justice issued a not guilty verdict, but who knew that he would reap so many benefits before leaving.

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, strode contentedly toward the rooftop, and left Hennessy sprawled on the carpet without looking back.

The woman's eyes had lost their former sparkle; she could only stare blankly as Luo Xia and his companions swaggered away.

Even if Rorschach doesn't kill her, the tycoons watching the live stream will never let her go.

They're enjoying watching Rorschach dominate right now, but once the live stream ends and they realize they've lost tens of millions of dollars and this woman has lost her usefulness, they'll make her wish she were dead.

On the island of the end, Hennessy is a queen who can decide the life and death of prisoners with a single word, but in the eyes of the powerful figures outside the island, she is no different from the prisoners on the island.

"Fake."

After uttering his final words, Hennessy turned his gaze to the pocket pistol in his hand.
A few seconds later, a gunshot rang out from the office into the dark corridor.

Luo Xia and his companions paused briefly, exchanged glances, shrugged, and continued walking forward without looking back.

Soon, a group of six or seven people arrived at the rooftop helipad.

Three helicopters were already waiting there, and four or five people in prison guard uniforms were standing nearby.

"Hello, Mr. Butcher."

The lead prison guard stepped forward and extended his hand: "The elder asked me to give you his regards."

Luo Xia paused slightly upon hearing the name.

Elder?
Elder of the High Table?
"Really?" He looked the prison guard in front of him up and down. "I don't remember ever having any interaction with him."

The prison guard smiled slightly and pointed to the dozens of drones hovering in the sky.

"The elder has been paying close attention to you, and he watched the entire live broadcast of today's killings. He is currently at the Continental Hotel in New York and looks forward to meeting you in person."

Luo Xia looked up at the drone cameras pointed at him.

He wasn't surprised that the drones could still operate normally despite such a major incident on the island.

After all, once they entered the administration building, they only killed the mercenaries blocking their way in the corridors, without touching the closed office doors or harassing the ordinary employees inside.

There must be a room where technicians are operating these drones.

However, the fact that he was willing to let these wealthy tycoons watch his killing spree did not mean that he had any goodwill towards them.

Rorschach looked at the prison guards expressionlessly and asked coldly, "I'll go see him on my own initiative? What, does the High Table want to fall like the End Island?"

"Uh, this..." The prison guard was momentarily speechless.

Fortunately, at that moment, the other prison guards came forward to greet Rorschach:
“On behalf of Mr. Mohammed, I extend my greetings to you. The Mohammed family will always pay the highest respect to Mr. Rorschach.”

“Mr. Axelrod cordially invites you to visit South Africa. If you would be so kind as to do so, he promises to give you a plantation with dozens of black slaves.”

"Ms. Volkova also invites you to Moscow, and her family has prepared a generous gift for you."

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The group of people rushed to curry favor with their respective masters, worshipping Rorschach as if he were some kind of superstar.

Dom and Case exchanged a glance, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

Although they had never met the people these people mentioned, several of them were household names—either oligarchs who controlled the economy of a country or notorious arms tycoons in the underworld.

But now these people are vying to invite Rorschach like star-struck fans, and even offering him lavish gifts from the manor. What's the difference between this and a fangirl giving gifts to her idol?
Rorschach was equally puzzled.

He had initially thought these wealthy people were just seeking thrills, but now he saw this...
He glanced at the obsequious prison guards in front of him, then looked up at the drone pointed at him, suddenly sneered, and raised his gun.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

All the prison guards were shot in the forehead and fell into a pool of blood.

The firing speed was so fast that they were hit even faster, so much so that they maintained a fawning expression even as they died.

Rorschach looked up at the drone camera, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "What makes you think I'm in cahoots with you damned bastards? Hmm?"

Behind the camera.

The elder, who was watching the live broadcast in the hotel, suddenly froze with excitement.

When Winston and the female judge heard the word "bastard," their expressions changed drastically, and their bodies tensed involuntarily.

However, Rorschach's words in the scene were not yet finished:

"And what is it that makes you think I'm on the same level as people like you?"

"Does the wealth you acquire by exploiting others lead you to mistakenly believe that you can use other people's lives as disposable resources to please yourselves?"

"You guys really enjoyed this live stream, didn't you?"

Luo Xia sneered, "But I haven't had enough fun yet. Only when I send all of you guys to my guns will I be satisfied."

bang bang bang-

He shot down the drones in the air one by one.

When only one aircraft remained, Rorschach paused slightly with his gun, and slowly spoke:

"By the way, I'll let you in on the fact that you don't need to invite me. Sooner or later, I'll be coming to you one by one through the camera lens. I hope you'll still be smiling then."

He finally forced a smile and said, "You're all f*cking welcome!"

boom!
The screen suddenly went black. The atmosphere in the VIP room of the mainland hotel plummeted to freezing point.

The elder was no longer excited; his face was gloomy and his eyes were downcast, as if he were deep in thought.

"Was what he just said a challenge to me?" The elder turned to look at Winston and the other man.

Under that cold gaze, Winston felt a chill run down his spine.

This was the first time in all these years that he had ever seen anyone dare to offend an elder like this, especially in front of powerful figures from around the world.

“This Rorschach is indeed far too arrogant.”

Winston wiped the cold sweat from his brow and carefully chose his words: "Elder, there's no need to stoop to the level of this madman. He has thoroughly offended the United States and now he scoffs at the goodwill of the underworld. There's a line in Shakespeare's Macbeth: 'Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.' In my opinion, Rorschach is now completely insane and has no value in winning him over. We just need to wait and see how things unfold, and wait for him to bring about his own destruction."

The elder smiled noncommittally and turned his gaze to the female judge.

Compared to Winston, who had dealt with Rorschach quite a bit, this bald woman used much more concise and clear language.

"I'm immediately sending a message to the High Table assassin in Florida. This time, I'll personally lead the team. He dared to insult you, Elder; I won't let him leave Florida alive!"

"Hahaha"

After hearing their words, the elder suddenly burst into laughter. He pointed to the two men beside him, then sighed and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, if I kill him so quickly, where am I going to find another terrorist who can provide me with this kind of amusement? Let him live for now, but..."

Remembering Luo Xia's words, the guy sneered, "Giving him a little lesson is still necessary."

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Winston and the female judge exchanged a glance and remained silent in tacit agreement.

On the island of the end.

The dozen or so drones that recorded Luo Xia's actions throughout the entire event were all reduced to ruins.

But Rorschach had not yet put down his gun.

He took a full magazine out of his pocket, loaded it, and pointed the gun at someone behind him without looking back.

Dom's pupils contracted sharply, but before he could react, several bullets were fired, taking the lives of several bikers who had been following them.

“Rorschach, you.”

Dom looked at his men lying dead on the ground, their eyes wide open, and wanted to question them, but he didn't know where to begin.

"Don't look at me like that, buddy."

Rorschach put his gun away. At this point, apart from a few helicopters, only the three of them remained standing on the rooftop.

"You should be glad you haven't killed any innocent people, otherwise there would be one more person lying here." Luo Xia glanced coldly at the bald man, then strode towards the helicopter in front.

Keith tugged at Radom's sleeve, but seeing no reaction, he ignored him and quickly followed behind Rorschach.

Just as Rorschach was about to step into the helicopter, Dom finally reacted.

"Rorschach!"

He shouted, "You just kept accusing those rich people watching the live stream of using ordinary people's lives as a tool for amusement, but what about you?"

The bald man pointed to the prison building that had been reduced to ruins and asked in a deep voice, "Are all the people in this building supposed to die?"

He then pointed to the wall in the distance.

With the explosion of the explosives, thousands of prisoners had already escaped to the outside of the wall. The prison guards who were chasing them could not catch up and simply opened fire with their guns, showing no regard for the lives of the prisoners.

"Weren't they all killed because of you?!"

“Admit it, Rorschach, you’re no different from those high and mighty big shots. You don’t care about the lives of ordinary people either!”

"No! There's one more difference between you two: they're doing it to please themselves, while you're doing it purely to destroy! You're a complete madman!"

Rorschach paused slightly, holding the helicopter door with one hand, and turned half his body to look at Dom, who was already somewhat hysterical, behind him.

He didn't know why the bald man suddenly became so agitated, as if he had a stress reaction.

When we split up downstairs and used the rest of the people as cannon fodder, there was no objection from the other side.

"You want to know the difference between me and them?"

Rorschach calmly replied, "It's simple. Everything I do is ultimately for the sake of justice. There may be innocent casualties along the way, but those are unavoidable. All I can do is minimize them. And..."

He glanced at the men on the ground and scoffed, "You call them innocent people?"

"..."

Dom was speechless. He wanted to refute the other party, but he opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a word.

"Brother, if you don't come up soon, we're going to leave you behind."

Rorschach chuckled and said, "I'll be very busy in the next few days, so I don't have time to argue with you about any philosophical issues."

Dom, who had been silent, resumed his usual smirk upon hearing this: "No need! I can drive anything with a steering wheel!"

"...OK."

Although Luo Xia really wanted to remind him that the helicopter didn't have a steering wheel, after thinking about it, he decided not to bother him anymore.

This bald guy may be a nice person, but his expression and tone are always so irritating.

Once inside the cabin, Rorschach sat in the pilot's seat, started the engine, and pulled up the control stick.

Soon, the propellers began to spin at high speed, and the helicopter slowly took off.

Through the porthole, the underground End Island was a scene of smoke and ruins, with thousands of prisoners fleeing across the island, their eyes filled with longing and resentment as they looked at the helicopters overhead.

"This is my first time on an airplane."

Case squeezed next to Rorschach, looking at the equipment in front of him with great curiosity.

"I never expected you to be such a terrible driver, yet you can fly a helicopter."

"It's driven every day in the military."

"The military? Oh right, the media said you were once a war hero."

Case sat on Rorschach's lap, looking around excitedly and occasionally waving to the prisoners below.

"By the way, Luo Xia, where are we going now? To the hotel?" She suddenly wrapped her arms around Luo Xia's head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

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Rorschach scrutinized the Latina girl from head to toe, then abruptly asked, "Have you ever slept with a Black man?"

Case raised an eyebrow and countered, "Does rape count?"

Luo Xia was clearly taken aback, turning his head to look directly into her eyes: "Seriously?"

"of course."

Case shrugged nonchalantly. "I paid a two-thousand-dollar fine and spent two years in jail for this."

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(End of this chapter)