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Chapter 207 Not Just Attention, I'm Going to Take Center Stage (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Delta Force.

Belonging to the Army's 1st Special Forces Group D, abbreviated as CAG or Delta, it is a special forces unit classified as T1 by the United Special Operations Command America.

As the most elite force in America’s special operations system, Delta Force maintains the highest operational frequency and the most brilliant record in the T1 echelon (Army Intelligence Support Operations, SEAL Team Six, Air Force 24th Special Tactics Squadron, etc.).

Funding is the top priority, budget is the top priority, and support resources are the most abundant!
They have rapid deployment locations throughout the United States, and the equipment they use is always the latest. They are the first to use any experimental equipment they are given. Other units are relegated to the back and can only use equipment that others have already used.

They're known as the world's number one special forces unit!

The entire unit consisted of more than two thousand people and was divided into seven companies.

Rorschach's former superior, General Hammer, had a Delta Force squadron stationed at his East African military base, but the exact locations of the other squadrons were classified as top Pentagon secret.

But now it seems that one squadron has been transferred to that sinful island.

"This is fucking interesting."

Rorschach lit a cigarette and said with great interest, "The members of Delta Force are all elites selected from the entire army with the most fighting spirit. If they knew what kind of island they were guarding, their expressions would be quite interesting."

“Those politicians aren’t that stupid,” Clyde shook his head. “It’s obvious they’ve come up with a plausible front, like a research facility or human modification research.”

"Speaking of which, weren't you once the Screaming Hawks' ace?" Anna suddenly leaned closer and asked curiously, "You must have had quite a bit of dealing with Delta Force, right?"

After hearing this, Rorschach recalled for a moment: "They don't belong to the same operational order, so how could they possibly have frequent contact? The people I've cooperated with the most are SEALs, but I've never even met SEAL Team Six, let alone Delta Force. However..."

He shrugged. "Many members in Delta were previously selected from my time on Screaming Hawks. Although we haven't worked together, we're old friends."

"Seriously, Rorschach? Your Screaming Hawks are so low-class? You can't even compare to Delta Force or SEAL Team Six?" Anna deliberately dragged out her words, teasing her.

"You don't know anything, they're special operations, I am."

Luo Xia abruptly stubbed out his cigarette, thought for a moment, and then said seriously, "Back then, I did strategic-level dirty work: infiltration behind enemy lines and decapitation strikes against high-value targets. Have you heard that saying?"

"what?"

"Global deployment within 48 hours, global arrival! Strike wherever you want—that's the capability of the Screaming Eagle!"

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Rorschach doesn't have many impressive achievements in his life, but his military service experience is definitely number one.

Although he joined the army back then purely to escape Gus's control and went to the Middle East to fight a dirty war under the guise of counter-terrorism, those years of gunfire and bullets have always been gilded in his heart.

It's hard to express this feeling clearly. After all, he received decades of communist education in his previous life, but in this life he's fighting for the American imperialists. It's not something to be proud of.

Ultimately, it's because Rorschach didn't treat either country as human beings; he was only thinking of himself.

Today he can help the US fight the war on terror, and tomorrow he can help the Middle East fight the war against hegemony. In any case, neither of them are countries he cares about.

Enough of the small talk, all this is just to make my stance clear: Rorschach dislikes it when people question his abilities during his military service.

Therefore, after hearing Anna's words, he retorted a few times to the girl, clearly annoyed.

Harold, sitting opposite them, coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation. He looked directly at Rorschach and asked in a deep voice, "To be honest, we still don't even know what that island really looks like. All our intelligence comes from Director Griffin. Are you sure this information is reliable?"

Clyde, John, and the others also became serious.

They came from all over the country partly because they owed Rorschach a favor, but more importantly, the crimes revealed on that island were truly horrifying:

Extracting renin from teenagers for life extension for the wealthy and powerful; imprisoning adopted children from around the world for organ transplants; and abusing children of appalling young ages.
These crimes, which are enough to send chills down the spines of any person with a conscience just by hearing about them, were all concentrated on that isolated island.

Any normal person would be furious.

Rorschach didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "You didn't find any information about the island?"

Harold nodded and then shook his head: "The external surveillance shows that children were indeed smuggled onto the island, but I know nothing about the internal situation."

"That settles it." Luo Xia forced a cold smile. "Since no one knows for sure, the truth will come out once we get on the island." "Alright."

Harold did not try to dissuade Rorschach as he usually did.

Perhaps even he is now eager to know if such a sinful island, a place where the dirty secrets of the powerful and wealthy truly exist.

As for the others, Clyde's attitude towards the country's elites had become no different from Rorschach's since he avenged his wife and daughters.

He had long since disregarded life and death; now, all he wanted was to help Rorschach as much as possible, or send a few more wicked politicians to hell.

John, on the other hand, was simply returning a favor. This guy was very clear about right and wrong; Rorschach had saved his life, and he didn't mind risking his life for him.

As for Anna, she has completely given up.

I originally thought joining Rorschach's team would be easier than before, but look at what I've been through lately.

She never worked this hard when she was in the KGB!

I've said countless times that I'm going to see my girlfriend, but now I can't even find a spare moment.

With the plan set, the group had a brief chat at the bar before dispersing.

Invading that island requires extensive preparation, and there's no rush. While we can't guarantee absolute success, we must be prepared to the point where no major surprises will occur before we decide to take action.

Along the seaside promenade, Rorschach and Harold each strolled leisurely with a dog on a leash.

As dusk falls, the sunset paints the sky red and the beach glows with gold, creating a breathtaking scene.

Have you been to Miami before?

"No, but I heard that James and Bosh are coming this season. Wow, the Heat's Big Three."

Luo Xia glanced at the young people wearing Wade or James jerseys on the roadside and answered casually.

Harold paused for a moment, then smiled, before turning serious and saying, "Rorschach, after the operation on the island is over, if we all survive, what are your plans?"

"Intend?"

Rorschach gave him a strange look, then nodded after a moment's thought. "Do you remember the Cobra organization? I'm very interested in them. Once things are over in Florida, I plan to investigate that organization in more depth."

Harold frowned. "Terrorist organizations? We don't need to deal with people like that, do we?"

Rorschach explained seriously, "These lunatics can even make nanobombs, who knows what other good stuff they're hiding. Besides—"

He kicked away a pebble at his feet. "They're helping non-nuclear states develop weapons of mass destruction. They clearly want to see the world burn! How many innocent people will this kill?"

"To be honest, I'm really not sure if you're a good guy or a bad guy."

Harold shook his head helplessly. "You're a ruthless killer, yet you always act like a savior. You..."

Rorschach laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Old friend, you know my targets have always been those parasites in Washington. To ordinary people, I always treat them with the most basic kindness."

"Come on, that's the kind of story you'd only use to fool a kid." Harold suddenly nudged him with his elbow and even rolled his eyes dramatically, which was unusual for him.

These partners, who met on the brink of life and death, have long since become close friends through countless battles fought side by side.

“I’ll do my best to find Cobra,” Harold said suddenly, gazing at the setting sun over the sea. “But I always feel this organization is dangerous. We’re already conspicuous enough; it wouldn’t be good to provoke a terrorist organization.”

Rorschach remained silent.

The two stood side by side on the bridge, leading their large and small dogs, quietly admiring the horizon where the sea met the sky, bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun.

"Not enough, buddy, far from enough."

After a long silence, Rorschach said softly, "It's not enough to just attract attention. We need to be—influential!"

(End of this chapter)