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Chapter 209 The Red-Haired Girl
Scarlett is very excited right now.

From the moment she defied orders from her Department of Homeland Security superiors, she traveled all the way from Washington to New York in search of Rorschach, and the result was exactly as she had predicted.
Even the Counterterrorism Bureau and the FBI conducted a thorough search of New York for so long without finding the other party, so how could she, someone who was not familiar with New York, possibly find her?

She spent more than ten days in New York, but ultimately gained nothing.

At that time, the bureau had given her an ultimatum: she must return to the training base as soon as possible, or she would be charged with treason.

Scarlett had prepared herself for a fruitless trip, but she learned through a well-connected friend that Rorschach was actually on a small island in the Caribbean Sea off Florida.

This terrorist, wanted by more than 300 countries around the world, did not go into hiding. Instead, he went to End Island, one of the three largest prisons in the United States, and staged a bloody massacre against the wealthy and powerful.

Upon learning this news, Scarlett rushed to Miami immediately.

She originally planned to find a hotel to stay in first, and then go out to scout out the area in the next few days. However, she didn't expect to run into the person she was looking for right in the hotel lobby.

Indeed, even Scarlett herself was shocked. The other party was so arrogant that he didn't even bother to disguise himself. He just wore sunglasses and swaggered into downtown Miami.

The Southern Command headquarters of the military is located in Miami, and she didn't know whether to call Rorschach arrogant or confident.

Ten minutes later.

On a bench by the beach, Rorschach leaned against the back of the chair, looking up at the scenery of the beach in front of him.

As a well-known red state in the South, Florida, despite its extremely conservative political ideology, has a population that...
Five hundred meters ahead on the beach, a bloated white woman, as if on drugs, was waving a purple mood-themed card at two police officers chasing her, hitting one of the officers so hard he couldn't even lift his head.

The police stun gun shot felt like a tickle when it hit the woman; she didn't even flinch.
Luo Xia smiled dismissively. If he were in charge of the enforcement, he would have already thrown a straight punch by now.
Well, looking at the fat woman's naked body and her flesh undulating like ocean waves, he thought for a moment and then withdrew his idea. It would be better to leave this kind of woman to Ginny to handle.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Xia looked up at the road on one side.

Two young men, drunk and out of their minds, were pushing a coffin down the street early in the morning. They told everyone they met that their good brother was lying in the coffin and that they wanted to give their deceased friend one last good time.

A guy who looked like he was on drugs was driving a sofa with tires and an engine, evading the police chasing him from behind.

A man's legs were stuck upside down in a roadside trash can. At first, Luo Xia thought it was a corpse, but the man's legs were still shaking rhythmically.
"F*ck Florida!"

Rorschach cursed in disgust. Luckily, he was a policeman in Chicago. If he were here, he would probably be driven to the brink of collapse by these crazy guys sooner or later.

He shook his head, took out a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and then looked at the woman sitting on the bench next to him.

"Want one?"

Scarlett's expression changed.

She was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and her striking long red hair was tied up in a baseball cap. How could she be recognized so easily?

She deliberately pretended not to know Luo Xia and turned her head to the side.

However, to her surprise, after Luo Xia finished speaking and saw that she didn't react, he actually got up and sat down next to her, and even raised one hand to rest on the back of the chair behind him.

"To be honest, at first I thought you were with the Counterterrorism Bureau or the CIA, but I quickly dismissed that idea. Do you know why?"

Scarlett remained silent.

Luo Xia slowly exhaled a smoke ring, shrugged, and chuckled, "Because your tracking skills are really terrible. You're completely unqualified in the three essential elements of tracking: maintaining distance, concealing your whereabouts, and adapting to changing circumstances. What? Are you a fan who wants my autograph?"

Scarlett's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. She had received soldier-type training at the base since childhood, and although she had learned about infiltration and tracking techniques for special agents, she had not studied them in great depth.

"I..." Scarlett hesitated, then finally removed the sunglasses and mask she had been wearing.

Luo Xia, who had been somewhat nonchalant, suddenly focused his attention, especially when he saw the other person's striking red hair, and immediately remembered the other person.

He had caught a glimpse of this woman at the dock when he left Slovakia by speedboat, and the impression was fairly vivid.

"The Department of Homeland Security sent a rookie like you to arrest me?"

Luo Xia sized her up for a few moments and said indifferently, "I remember you could get shot down by a handheld Stinger missile even when you were flying a plane. This time you're not flying a plane, so you want to have a hand-to-hand fight with me?"

Upon hearing this, Scarlett immediately gritted her teeth in anger. Losing a fighter jet on her first mission had already become a black mark she least wanted to mention, and now it had been exposed to her face.

However, after thinking about her purpose for coming here, she suppressed her dissatisfaction with the man in front of her and pointed her finger at the pendant he was wearing around his neck.

"Where did you get the photo in this pendant?"

"Ok?"

Rorschach's pupils suddenly contracted, and in an instant, an oppressive aura swept out.

Scarlett felt her breath catch in her throat and instinctively tried to back away, but it was too late.

A large, iron-like hand gripped her throat tightly, her carotid artery throbbing violently between its fingers. Just as she tried to resist, another hand precisely restrained her wrist joint.

In an instant, this elite Homeland Security agent was firmly controlled by Rorschach like a rag doll.

"It seems we need to change our communication style. I'll ask, and you answer."

Luo Xia, abandoning his previous nonchalance, looked coldly at the woman who was restrained and unable to move. "How did you know there was a photo in the pendant?"

Scarlett, enduring the almost contorted pain in her neck, forced out a reply through gritted teeth: "I saw it in Slovakia. That's what the pendant looks like when it's open."

"Looks like you have good eyesight."

Rorschach tightened his grip, continuing to ask expressionlessly, "So you know the person in the photo? I'm warning you, you'd better answer this truthfully, otherwise, I don't mind killing another Homeland Security agent."

"I don't know him."

Scarlett gasped for breath as she recalled the lost memory, “But I always feel a sense of familiarity with the other person.”

"Familiar? How familiar? Have you met her before?"

"So familiar...it's like that's me."

boom--

Rorschach suddenly released his grip, and Scarlett, who had been held captive in his arms, fell heavily to the ground.

But at this moment, Luo Xia had no time to check on the other person's condition. He quickly took out the pendant from his clothes, opened the photo frame, and took a look.

In the photo, a smiling girl is facing the sunlight.

Her long red hair seemed to be exactly the same as Scarlett's in front of her!
(End of this chapter)