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Chapter 213 Old Joe: "God, it's Rorschach!"

"I never asked you for help."

Scarlett glanced at the hand hanging in the air, deliberately slapped it away, and stood up on her own.

Luo Xia shrugged indifferently, giving up on his attempt to win her over, and instead asked into the headset, "How's it going with Anna?"

Inside the yacht cabin, Harold paced nervously back and forth, while Clyde casually propped his combat boots on the control panel and munched on a cigar.

Upon hearing the question, he glanced sideways at the monitor screen.

On the split-screen screen, two dark figures are stealthily moving along different routes.

One was wearing a tight-fitting leather bodysuit, and the other a black trench coat, but both were concealed in the darkness, moving in the direction Harold had indicated.

"Their situation is much better than yours. Instead of worrying about them, you should take care of your own problems first."

Clyde exhaled a smoke ring, his brow suddenly furrowing. "Enemy activity detected to the due north, 1200 meters away, two armed helicopters accompanying the airborne troops."

"Don't be foolish, Rorschach. The enemy has anti-armor firepower. If it were me, I would choose to avoid a direct confrontation. Although the helicopter has radar scanning, your helmets still contain Harold's technology."

“So you’re destined to be a support staff member for life, Clyde,” Rorschach suddenly interrupted, his tone carrying that familiar arrogance. “Do you know what I do when I’m in danger or facing difficulties?”

“Hmm?” Clyde replied with a strange expression.

"Fu*king Nothing!"

"OK, whatever makes you happy."

Clyde gave Harold a "here we go again" look, and the two of them tacitly switched the surveillance footage back to Anna's perspective.

As for Rorschach?

Since he dares to be so arrogant, he probably really does have some way to deal with the enemy. If we keep talking, we'll only give that guy another opportunity to put on a show.

"Dude, has Rorschach always been like this?"

Clyde looked at Harold and said, "Working with him is like filming a Hollywood blockbuster. He keeps spouting lines that would make you want to dig your toes out if you said them in real life?"

"Well, you'll get used to it, you'll get used to it." Harold chuckled dryly. "As long as you don't take him too seriously, this kid is actually quite easy to get along with."

On the other side, seeing no sound from the earpiece, Rorschach simply tossed the rifle in front of his chest aside and pulled out two Desert Eagles with modified magazine capacities from his waist.

"You heard what Clyde said, didn't you?"

He cocked the gun with a click and said without looking up, "In a few dozen seconds at most, the attack helicopter will be overhead, and there's a squad of mercenaries in pickup trucks on the ground."

Scarlett nodded solemnly: "I'm really curious now about what's on this island. The outer perimeter is guarded by Delta Force, and the inner circle is filled with armed helicopters and professional mercenaries, all to protect a group of rich people who want to molest kids?"

As Rorschach listened to the approaching roar of the propellers in the distance, he slowly lit a cigarette and said calmly, "I discussed it with Harold. Do you know what the final answer was?"

"What?" Scarlett took two submachine guns out of her holster and held them dual-wielded. After adjusting her breathing, she asked softly.

"This island is a trading ground for a faction in this country, no, or rather, a pledge of allegiance."

Rorschach squinted and explained, “The island owner is Stan, a wealthy Jewish businessman who has been on Wall Street for decades. Behind him is a whole circle of Jewish elites who have infiltrated both the political and business circles of North America. This island is their private club.”

"This group has so much power that politicians and celebrities are all scrambling to get in. So, basically all the big names you've heard of have been here."

"If they want to gain some benefits and investment in a certain circle, they have to make certain gestures to show that you are one of our circle."

"Some behaviors are done for the public to see, while others are done for people within this circle to see."

“I guess at first they just wanted to build connections, but once they tasted the benefits of the island, almost none of them could extricate themselves from it.”

Scarlett asked, puzzled, "Just for sex? With these guys' status, what woman can't they get their hands on outside? They've already pledged their allegiance, why do they have to play around here?"

Luo Xia shook his head. "A group of big shots always gather on a small island, and it's not just for entertainment. Since they don't lack this kind of entertainment, there's no need for them to gather together and give others leverage against them."

"The most likely reason why so many influential tycoons around the world are so obsessed with it, daring to defy public opinion, and even deploying heavy forces to pursue it at all costs, is that there is only one truth—"

"To prolong life."

He uttered the word expressionlessly.

"Just wait and see, the level of filth on this island will far exceed your imagination. And there will definitely be more than one such island."

Scarlett's expression turned somewhat grim as she recalled the possible scenarios on the island that Harold and Rorschach had described before their departure.

At first, she thought it might just be about imprisoning KID as Star Fury, but now it seems that it involves something much darker.

But at this moment, she had no time to think about it.

The roar of helicopters and the sound of pickup truck engines were already very close.

"Stay close to me."

"why?"

"You'll find out later."

Rorschach quickly walked toward a bunker, with Scarlett following closely behind.

"Get down!"

Suddenly, he abruptly raised his hand and pressed Scarlett's head down.

The next second, a storm of scorching metal swept past their heads!

Two Black Hawk attack helicopters hovered overhead, their M134 Vulcan cannons spitting fire wildly, 7.62mm bullets snapping trees in half, sending wood chips and dust flying everywhere.

At the same time, several pickup trucks equipped with machine guns drove over from the ground, but compared to the helicopter's perspective, they were still searching for Luo Xia and his companion's location.

"Shet."

Scarlett spat out the dirt in her mouth, ignored Rorschach, and poked her body out from behind cover, holding two MP5 submachine guns in each hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three short bursts of fire, and the machine gunner in the pickup truck fell to the ground.

"left."

Rorschach calmly said something, and at the same time raised his hand and fired a shot.

"boom!"

The 12.7mm Desert Eagle roared deafeningly, its bullets hitting a mercenary carrying an RPG with pinpoint accuracy.

The guy's head exploded, and he flew backward, a bloody mess.

But at this moment, even more enemies have surrounded them.

The heavy machine gun on the pickup truck turned its muzzle, and bullets poured down more rapidly than tonight's torrential rain.

Rorschach rolled behind a rock, the bullets striking the stone and sparking brightly.

"Cover me!" Scarlett shouted as she suddenly leaped out from behind cover, her submachine gun spitting fire.

The submachine gun was originally designed for high-density firepower suppression at close range. Its advantages lie in its high rate of fire, good handling, and controllable recoil.

In a CQB environment within 50 meters, a skilled operator of an MP5 or UMP45 can achieve a burst firing accuracy of hitting the human target with all three bullets.

However, this also depends on the specific combat environment. For example, right now, facing the Vulcan cannon in the sky and crossfire from the front, the accuracy of submachine guns will not be very high no matter what.

But to Scarlett's own surprise, each of her bullets seemed to have eyes; after the bullets were fired, the three mercenaries fell to the ground instantly!

The Overload Tyrant: War Concerto buffs this rookie girl with its aura of protection.

Rorschach, who was supposed to be covering for Scarlett, suddenly had a cold glint in his eyes.

He blinked rapidly, and Tyrant's Domain activated at full power—

In his eyes, the world had become a three-dimensional grid made up of ballistic trajectories!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The three gunshots rang out almost in a row.

The first bullet hit the helicopter's bulletproof glass!
The second shot entered through the same bullet hole!
The third shot bounced three times inside the cabin before finally piercing the pilot's helmet!

"boom!!!"

The out-of-control helicopter spun and crashed, its rotor blades shredding the mercenaries on the ground into pieces before finally turning into a fireball with a deafening roar.

“A huge gift, shit?” Scarlett stared in shock at everything, asking incredulously, “How…how did you do that?”

But her voice was quickly drowned out by another volley of bullets.

The remaining mercenaries were blinded by rage. They fired wildly, and the powerful crossfire tore through bushes and pierced tree trunks, pinning the two men down behind cover.

Scarlett didn't have time to retaliate and quickly retreated.

In the past, for every mission exercise within the department, the Department of Homeland Security would always equip her with the best gear and a complete tactical team.

But how can two people fight against an entire heavily armed mercenary squad like this?

This is beyond the scope of her combat experience.

However, for her, desperate situations were commonplace for Luo Xia over the past six months!
"what"

Luo Xia grinned, his fighting spirit intensifying.

He suddenly rushed out of cover, and the Desert Eagle roared wildly in overload mode, spitting fire directly from its muzzle, with a rate of fire comparable to a submachine gun!

Before the five mercenaries could react, they were shot in the head.

But more enemies are closing in.

Several fully armed mercenaries suddenly pounced from the side, one of them wielding a military knife and thrusting it straight at Rorschach's throat.

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Luo Xia's eyes as he activated the Tyrant - Melee Domination skill.

He dodged the blade to the side, then grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand and twisted it with a sharp "crack," contorting the man's arm into a bizarre angle.

Immediately following, a powerful elbow strike to the chest shattered the bulletproof plate, and a broken rib pierced the heart, pinning the opponent to a tree trunk behind him.

"Oh!"

In the blink of an eye, the second man's tactical helmet and head were shattered by Rorschach's fist.

The third person's ribs snapped with a crisp sound, and the bulletproof vest with ceramic inserts was shattered into a spiderweb pattern by the force of the punch.

Just as the fourth man raised his bayonet, Rorschach's jabs broke his kneecap, and he grabbed the man's throat, lifting him up and smashing him into the muzzle of the last enemy's gun.

Amidst the splattered brain matter, the tyrant's blood-stained figure resembled a demon crawling out of hell!
Before the enemy reinforcements who rushed to their aid could even fire, Scarlett, who had regained her senses, took them down with a burst of bullets.

The helicopter pilot, who had been keeping his teammates in mind and hadn't fired yet, saw the mercenaries on the ground die so quickly and immediately restarted the Vulcan cannon.

Amid the deathly hum of the pre-starting motor, Rorschach slowly raised his gun.

The Tyrant's Domain is activated once again—seven possible ballistic trajectories come to mind.

"boom!"

The bullet left the chamber, bounced three times on the metal bulkhead, and finally pierced the pilot's head.

The out-of-control helicopter spun as it crashed into the woods, turning into a fireball with a deafening roar.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, only corpses and burning remains remained on the battlefield.

Rorschach shook the hot barrel of his gun and looked at Scarlett, who was also covered in blood.

"Good teamwork," he said with a smile.

Scarlett wiped the blood from her face without saying a word.

At this moment, her gaze towards Luo Xia was filled with disbelief.

She might not have been so shocked if the other side had only hit the helicopter's fuel tank or rotor with bullets.

But
The bullets, arranged in an arc, shattered the bulletproof glass moving high in the air. After ricocheting three times, the bullets struck the driver's head and the weapon in his hand. The Desert Eagle fired at a rate as fast as a submachine gun.
"you"

Scarlett bit her lip and asked seriously, "Have you been injected with some kind of enhancement serum developed by German scientists? Or have you undergone some kind of secret underwater training?"

Rorschach raised an eyebrow. "Enhanced serum? Dude, this is the real world, not Marvel Comics, okay? Don't confuse me with Captain America."

"But you just punched through a bulletproof vest!"

The girl persisted, asking, "How could your bone strength possibly exceed that of ceramic bulletproof plates? And those bullet ricochets, you clearly didn't even calculate them, yet not a single shot missed!"

"With your intelligence, it's difficult for me to explain these things to you."

Luo Xia looked at the girl in front of him, who was covered in dirt but whose eyes were shining as she stared at him, and couldn't help but chuckle softly:
"We need to hurry up and move forward. With all that commotion, those wealthy Jewish people on the island must already know we're here."

After saying that, he deliberately patted Scarlett's shapely buttocks, which were encased in her tight combat suit, and then strode forward without looking back.

Scarlett, who was still fretting over Rorschach's illogical fighting performance, was immediately distracted and followed after him, waving her fists and cursing.

at the same time.

Inside a seemingly ordinary manor villa in the heart of the island, there lies a hidden secret.

Under the protection of a team of Secret Service agents, Old Joe strode toward the helicopter that had already started up in the yard.

His face looked extremely pale at that moment.

Originally annoyed by the failure of his plan to capture Rorschach and Underwood's mockery, he took the time to relax on the island for a few days. However, before the children he had chosen could even spend two days with him, the island was suddenly invaded.

"Jo!"

Not far away, a Jewish-looking man hurried over and advised with difficulty, "Wait a bit. Just now, Delta Force on the outskirts reported that the invaders may be carrying Stinger missiles. It's too risky to leave by helicopter now."

"Portable missile? Stan, do you know what you're saying?" Old Joe's expression changed drastically, and he asked urgently.

"Just received news that the weapon these lunatics are using to cripple the outer armored forces is a thermobaric bomb." The island's owner, Stan, said, his voice trembling slightly.

Over the years, my island has encountered many illegal intrusions, but tonight's situation, where they directly used thermobaric bombs to clear a path, is truly unprecedented.

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing this, Old Joe immediately stepped off the helicopter, his trembling figure resembling both a frightened quail and a terminally ill patient.

"Have you found out who it is?!"

He roared at Stan, "It was embarrassing enough that a police chief infiltrated our camp last time, but this time I specially brought in a Delta Force, and we still couldn't stop them?!"

Stan kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, stammering and unable to speak.

Just then, a subordinate rushed over with a tablet computer.

"The surveillance cameras captured images of the intruders, but only a few frames. The island's surveillance system was clearly also hacked."

Old Joe snatched the tablet away, and the image on the screen made his pupils shrink:

A man and a woman are calmly walking forward amidst the ruins littered with severed limbs.

When Old Joe saw the man's profile, he was struck dumb. His tablet crashed to the ground, the screen shattering into pieces.

"Jesus Christ (God)."

Old Joe's voice trembled: "It's Rorschach Butcher!"

(End of this chapter)