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Chapter 214 Rashid!
Gunshots rang out repeatedly throughout the island.

Following Scarlett, Anna and John inevitably clashed with the professional mercenaries in the inner circle.

Back at the hotel, Harold had obtained images of the island's defenses by hacking into Pentagon military satellites.

Compared to the outer perimeter, which, although guarded by special forces, still had gaps, the inner perimeter of the island was a true impenetrable fortress, a tight net that was practically impenetrable.

No matter which direction you infiltrate from, you will inevitably have to confront these guards head-on.

Fortunately, compared to the well-equipped special forces on the outer perimeter, the inner perimeter, though large in number, consisted of mercenaries.

"Shouldn't we go help them?"

Scarlett, listening to the intense sounds of gunfire in the distance, couldn't help but ask.

But Rorschach didn't even look up, continuing to stride towards his destination.

Scarlett frowned, quickly caught up with Rorschach, and nudged him with her elbow: "Aren't they your partners? Are you just going to watch them get into danger and not help them?"

Luo Xia then stopped and looked seriously at the naive girl: "What do you think we're doing?"

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Scarlett blinked, puzzled.

"This isn't some cheesy Hollywood movie being filmed, nor is it a military exercise."

Rorschach said expressionlessly, "My team isn't a utopia. I helped them evade capture by various law enforcement agencies, and they naturally have to pay the price. Do you think they didn't know what they would face before they came to the island?"

"They knew better than anyone else, but they still chose to act, which shows that they were prepared."

"My future actions will only be more dangerous than tonight's. If I can't even handle a group of mercenaries who have been defeated on the battlefield, then it only proves that they are not qualified to be my partners and to do some truly earth-shattering things with me!"

Scarlett stood there, seemingly both shocked by Rorschach's ruthlessness and processing this cruel reality.

Only after Luo Xia had walked more than ten meters away on his own did she suddenly wake up and ask, "What about me? Why did you come to save me just now?"

Rorschach waved his hand without turning his head:
“I owe old Logan two lives, and you’re their granddaughter. So anyone can die tonight, but you absolutely cannot be hurt.”

Scarlett pursed her lips tightly.

To be honest, she harbored resentment towards the man in front of her.

If it weren't for him, her two remaining family members wouldn't have died. But she also knew in her heart that none of this was Rorschach's intention.

If she had a choice, Rorschach would probably have been even less willing than she was to see old Logan and Jean meet with misfortune; that tragedy could have been avoided.

But she was very unhappy about being treated as a responsibility, especially since the other party acted as if it were their right.

"Damn it, one day, I will..."

Scarlett stared at Rorschach's retreating figure, her teeth itching with anger.

She really wanted to stomp on this man's face and crush Luo Xia, to show him how powerful an elite Homeland Security agent was!
Meanwhile, in different parts of the island, Anna and John were each facing pursuit and interception by squads of mercenaries.

In stark contrast to Rorschach's reckless fighting style, Anna had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation with the fully armed mercenaries.

Armed with a high-precision semi-automatic rifle, she quickly laid grenade traps in the forest, firing and maneuvering as she moved.

As an elite KGB agent stationed in Europe, Anna was different from ordinary agents who would lie in wait for ten or twenty years without carrying out missions. During her time in Europe, she carried out assassination missions almost every now and then.

Therefore, although her skills and marksmanship were not as good as Rorschach, who had experienced the baptism of war and had the support of the system, nor as good as Scarlett, who had received intensive training from the Department of Homeland Security since childhood, she was still more than capable of dealing with these mercenaries.

After a volley of precise fire forced back the pursuing troops, Anna, guided by Harold's instructions through her earpiece, calmly and swiftly traversed the dense forest.

The surrounding surveillance cameras seemed to suddenly malfunction, all cleverly avoiding pointing at Anna.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a burst of fire erupted behind us, followed by heart-wrenching screams.

RGN-86 thermobaric grenade.

The high-temperature, high-pressure shockwave and deflagration effect generated when this Russian-made weapon is detonated far exceed that of ordinary high-explosive hand grenades.

"That's strange. How come the US military's arsenal is full of Russian goods?"

Anna glanced at the half-corpse that had been blown to her feet by the shockwave, wrinkled her nose in disgust, and then quickly retreated in the direction Harold had indicated.

Just as she escaped safely, John on the other side of the island also successfully dealt with the enemy.

Whether the kid forgot to check the almanac before leaving home or was just unlucky, he had barely landed and hadn't even had a chance to hear Clyde's directions when he ran into a patrol of guards.

In stark contrast to Anna's stealthy and maneuvering style, John's first reaction upon seeing the enemy was to charge straight at them, regardless of their numbers or weapons.

一把配备6-24倍光学瞄准镜和红点侧瞄的TR1全能步枪，外加一把贝纳利M4S90定制霰弹枪。

He didn't use the standard weapons that Rorschach obtained from the military base, but insisted on using the assassin-specific firearms that he had modified himself at a hotel in mainland China.

With the keen intuition honed on the brink of death, and the real-time guidance from Clyde through his earpiece, this top assassin from the Continental Hotel transformed into the Grim Reaper, appearing and disappearing mysteriously in the dense forest, reaping lives!

"Pooh"

John spat out a mouthful of blood that had splattered into his mouth, and with one hand swung the shotgun, completing the ejection and reloading action with a "click".

Listening to Clyde's latest instructions through his earpiece, the killing machine strode forward.

Behind him, the raging flames and the haphazardly laid corpses intertwined, bearing witness to this bloody massacre.

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Inside the villas in the core area.

Old Joe and Stan sat facing each other on the living room sofa, the atmosphere heavy.

On the wall in front of them, surveillance footage of the island was projected, but strangely, even though sporadic gunshots were heard on the island, the thousands of surveillance cameras densely distributed across the island failed to capture any images of the intruders.

The only record left is the in-vehicle surveillance footage from the previous car.

“Sir, it seems that the island’s surveillance system has been completely hacked. We can’t keep track of the enemy’s movements, but they know everything about our actions.”

A Secret Service agent bowed to Old Joe and advised, "Contact the Coast Guard. At their speed, they should be able to reach the island in no more than ten minutes."

Old Joe rubbed his fingers expressionlessly, his eyes so deep they revealed no emotion.

Meanwhile, Stan, the wealthy Jewish businessman and owner of the island opposite him, was sweating profusely. He hurriedly said to Old Joe, "Joe! Don't notify the Coast Guard! Absolutely don't notify them!"

The old man shoved aside the Secret Service agent blocking his way, grabbed Old Joe's arm, and pleaded, "What's happening on the island absolutely cannot be exposed. The Coast Guard's deployment will definitely attract the attention of reporters and other politicians. If things escalate, then we..."

Old Joe gave him a cold glance, then raised his withered hand and forcefully pried Stan's fingers apart, his voice icy and chilling:
"You are you, and I am me. There has never been the concept of 'we' between us."

"Joe"

Stan was stunned, staring at the Secretary of State in disbelief.

After a brief silence, he took a deep breath and lowered his voice, saying, "Joe, I understand what you mean. We've known each other for so many years, I won't drag you down with me at a time like this. But I have only one request: wait a little longer."

"Waiting for what?" Old Joe's tone remained completely calm.

Stan slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the ceiling, pointing directly in a certain direction upstairs.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, saying:
"Wait until I burn this place down completely!"

Old Joe paused slightly, then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know what you're saying, Stan? There are hundreds more in this manor."

Burn them all!

Stan growled almost maniacally, "They're all just unwanted bastards anyway. Isn't it a relief to spare them future suffering and send them to meet God sooner?"

Old Joe silently watched his panicked, nearly insane old friend.

After a moment, he turned to the agent: "What's the situation with the Delta Force on the perimeter?"

"We just made contact by radio. Although the casualties were not significant, the vehicles were severely damaged. We are currently searching for the intruders in the surrounding area and at sea."

"Immediately send them over to escort me from the dock. Also, notify the Coast Guard not to use my name or reveal that I am on the island. Just say that there has been a terrorist attack nearby, suspected to be the work of terrorist Rorschach Butcher."

"clear."

After giving his instructions, Old Joe slowly got up from the sofa.

As he walked toward the villa's gate, he paused at the entrance, turned back, and took one last look at the villa that had once held countless secrets.

“May God bless these children.”

After uttering this sarcastic remark, the old man quickly left the manor under the protection of special agents.

Stan in the living room let out a long sigh of relief. If the scandal on the island were exposed, Old Joe might escape unscathed, but he would certainly face a life sentence in jail.

Even more terrifying is that those political and business tycoons who once indulged in pleasure here and called him brother will soon become death-dealing judges.

He knows too many secrets!
Once imprisoned, death is certain!

Fortunately, Old Joe, remembering their past relationship, gave him the opportunity to burn down the manor.

Outside the villa, Old Joe was still issuing instructions to the special agents.

"The Coast Guard's actions cannot be kept secret from politicians and journalists. You contacted the Blue Party media in advance and said that terrorist Rorschach had launched another attack, this time targeting Jews, destroying the island's entertainment facilities, and killing hundreds of kids in the fire."

"Will the media believe this?"

"What do I care whether they believe it or not?"

Old Joe said coldly, "Also, get rid of Stan before the Coast Guard arrives, and do it cleanly."

"I understand."

Old Joe sighed angrily.

He had actually anticipated that, given Rorschach's personality, he would likely infiltrate and investigate Little St. James Island after learning about the situation from Griffin.

Therefore, he specially transferred a Delta Squadron to strengthen defenses.

But he never expected that the other party would arrive so quickly!

It's only been a few days since the End Island incident?

That damn terrorist has way too much energy!
Do they really think they're the "judge"? Are they presumptuously trying to judge all the evil in the world?
Old Joe shook his head.

It seems he's about to lose another recreational spot.

Now in his seventies, he has recently felt increasingly powerless, and if he loses the "supplies" on this island, he really doesn't know where to find a replacement.

It seems I'll have to ask my old Jewish friends when I get back.

"call out--"

Suddenly, a bullet ripped through the night sky!
The special agent standing next to Old Joe, who was about to contact the Coast Guard, suddenly had a burst of blood on his head and fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

The special agents immediately surrounded Old Joe, protecting him in the center.

They quickly lifted their bulletproof suits to block any gaps that might expose Old Joe's position, while cautiously scanning their surroundings, covering Old Joe's rapid retreat to the bulletproof car.

The enemy has a sniper rifle, so getting into the vehicle is the only way to ensure safety.

Fortunately, it was a sniper rifle, not a rifle; otherwise, they wouldn't have had the time to execute it in such a short time.
"Bang bang bang bang-"

Just as the special agents were on high alert, a series of rapid gunshots suddenly rang out!
In an instant, all the special agents guarding Old Joe were shot in the head and fell to the ground!

Old Joe, hunched over and terrified, was suddenly exposed in the open space.

The old man looked around frantically, trying to pinpoint the attacker's location, but could see nothing but the dense coconut grove and the bottomless darkness.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching through withered leaves grew louder as they approached.

A pair of military boots appeared before him, crunching through the fallen leaves.

Old Joe shakily raised his head, and when he saw the man emerging from the darkness, he trembled violently, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, a dark stain quickly spreading across his crotch.
"This"

Rorschach, who had been wearing a cool expression and was preparing to start with some dark humor as usual, was completely dumbfounded.

Did this old man poop in his pants?!

Inside the villa on the other side, when gunshots suddenly rang out outside, Stan, who was about to order his men to set the house on fire, shuddered violently.

Upon seeing the special agents lying in pools of blood outside the window, the old man hurriedly turned around and tried to escape through the back door.

But tonight, Lady Luck clearly did not favor this sinful island.

"Bang bang bang-"

After a few gunshots, the mercenaries guarding Stan fell to the ground, shot, before they could even see the enemy clearly.

Anna and John, guns in hand, slowly entered the hall through the back door.

"you."

Stan, trembling, raised his hands, his voice pleading, "Please, I can give you money, ten million? Twenty million? Just let me go, and you can have the island too."

But Anna and John showed no emotion; only the cold muzzles of their guns remained pointed at the island's owner.

"I have children, they are so young, please have pity on me."

"Oh? You have children? That's wonderful."

Stan's pleas were interrupted by a voice coming from behind him.

Rorschach strode into the villa, with Scarlett beside him dragging the Secretary of State in like a dead dog by his collar.

Scarlett's expression was one of utter horror.

She knew there would be politicians on the island, but...the Secretary of State?
What the hell?!
The fourth in line to the presidency, the cabinet minister in charge of the State Department, the CIA, and overseas military deployments, is now being dragged along by her like a dying old dog.
Scarlett, who wasn't very familiar with Rorschach, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had stumbled into some earth-shattering event.

Rorschach walked step by step to Stan, who was slumped on the ground, looking down at the Jewish man with a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face: "Don't worry, I will send your children to hell to reunite with you as soon as possible."

Rorschach Butcher

Stan stared at the man before him in despair.

If it were anyone else, he might have been confident in persuading them, but with this man, he could bribe politicians, but he couldn't tame a mad dog!
Just then, Clyde's urgent warning suddenly rang in Rorschach and the others' earpieces:

"Rorschach! Delta Force is closing in! For some reason, they've stopped their outer search and are heading fully armed towards the central estate!"

Anna and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Rorschach nervously.

But the latter's reaction was unexpected by everyone.

"Come on then."

Luo Xia turned to look at the roar of armed helicopters and the engine sounds of military pickup trucks coming from outside the manor, his tone eerily calm: "If they know what's good for them, I'll spare their lives. If they're looking for death... ha."

He sneered, leisurely lit a cigarette, and quietly waited for his prey to arrive.

Soon, dozens of fully armed special forces soldiers surrounded the villa.

Leading the group was a middle-aged military officer with a stern demeanor, who strode into the villa under the cover of several bulletproof shields.

When he saw Old Joe being controlled by Scarlett, he frowned slightly and then turned his gaze to the man by the window with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Aren't you afraid of getting headshot by a sniper, Rorschach?"

"Bullets can't outrun me."

The moment their eyes met, they both smiled.

"Long time no see, Matt."

"I wish I would never see you in this lifetime."

The Delta Squadron leader, Matt, sighed helplessly: "You're still as ruthless as ever, a thermobaric weapon? Do you know how much damage I suffered this time?"

"Stop being so long-winded like a nag from Puxi," Luo Xia said dismissively, exhaling a smoke ring. "I deliberately chose to make my move when you were all patrolling the perimeter. At most, you'll just have a few bloody eardrums."

This familiar conversation stunned Anna, Stan, and the others.

These two are actually old acquaintances?
"Fuck you! If I'd known I'd run into you on this wretched island, I should have taken a DEA job and gone to Mexico to carry out a border operation to kill drug traffickers! Fuck!"

After venting his anger, Matt suddenly became serious and said, "This farce should end, Rorschach. Release the Secretary of State, or you should know very well what happens when you go against Delta."

Luo Xia chuckled upon hearing this, then suddenly suggested, "Of course I know. But Matt, before that, could you come upstairs with me to take a look?"

"What?" Matt squinted.

Rorschach's expression gradually twisted, finally turning into a ferocious grin: "Don't you want to see what kind of shady things are hidden on this island that requires special forces to be stationed and is equipped with armored vehicles?!"

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(End of this chapter)