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Chapter 215 This world is beautiful. I only agree with the second half of that statement.

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Before Matt could respond, Old Joe interrupted him sharply.

As expected of a veteran politician who was elected as a member of parliament in the 1970s and experienced the Cold War, even though he was old and had soiled his pants, he still maintained the dignity of a person in a position of authority.

"Matt! What are you waiting for?!"

Old Joe glared at the Delta Force captain ahead and roared, "Arrest this terrorist immediately! Look at the insignia on your shoulder! Are you going to disobey orders? Or do you want the entire team to be held accountable for your insubordination?!"

Matt frowned.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Old Joe's attitude, as his superior's superior, the other party did indeed have command authority over Delta Force.

Before he could even speak, Luo Xia erupted.

"You son of a bitch."

He strode up to Old Joe and slapped him across the face!

Snapped--!
"You old geezer, did I give you too much of a smile today? You dare to interrupt me?!"

Bang bang——!
After two consecutive slaps, Luo Xia raised his leg and kicked the old man hard in the chest, sending him flying several meters away, where he crashed heavily into a marble pillar.

For a moment, Matt and his teammates, as well as Anna and the others, were all stunned.

This is J Biden!!!

America's current Secretary of State!

Cabinet Minister!

The Foreign Minister of the world's leading superpower!
Rorschach slapped and kicked her without restraint, as if beating an old dog. This unbridled behavior instantly shocked everyone.

"Stop! Stop! Stop Rorschach!"

Matt's voice trembled as he pleaded, "Do you know what you're doing, Rorschach Butcher! Do you know the consequences of your actions?!"

"What? Is beating up an animal such a big deal?"

Rorschach flicked the blood off his hands and looked coldly at Matt: "Is this more serious than executing the Speaker of the House, bombing the Attorney General's Office, or destroying the Statue of Liberty?"

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Matt was speechless for a moment.

But as a soldier, he could not stand idly by and watch the Secretary of State be so humiliated by terrorists. This was not only a provocation against his personal honor, but also a trampling on the dignity of the country he had vowed to defend to the death.

"That's enough, Rorschach."

He stared intently at the man before him, his tone resolute: "I can go upstairs with you, but in the name of the commander of Delta Squadron of the Army Special Operations Command, I warn you that if you dare to harm a single hair on the Secretary of State's head again, I will make you pay for your crimes with your blood, even if it costs the entire squadron!"

Rorschach chuckled and shook his head: "See Matt? That's why I refused when your special forces recruited me. You've all been turned into lackeys!"

He winked at John.

The next second, Old Joe, who had been groaning on the ground, was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by John, with the cold muzzle of a gun pressed firmly against his temple.

"Let's go, Matt."

Luo Xia stubbed out his cigarette on the ground and walked without looking back toward the long, gilded, magnificent yet eerily long staircase.

Anna and the others weren't as composed as him.

The reputation of Delta Force still made them wary, so they took Joe and Stan hostage and followed closely behind Rorschach.

Matt gritted his teeth, ordered his men to surround the entire villa, and then strode up the stairs with two elite soldiers.

This five-story villa looks like a medieval castle from the outside.

The first floor was decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with glittering gold decorations everywhere, but the style changed abruptly upon ascending to the second floor—

Besides the central grand hall, the surrounding corridors are filled with tightly closed doors, each exuding an indescribable eeriness.

This scene reminded Rorschach of the dark cellar at his father's manor.
He quickened his pace involuntarily, but when he saw the scene in the hall, his legs felt like lead and he froze on the spot.

On the thick camel hair carpet, several old men lay slumbering in a haphazard manner, along with a dozen or so naked children.

The oldest among them couldn't be older than Carl, who lived far away in Chicago, while the youngest...
What was even more disgusting was that every child had an unnatural flush on their face, and some even had their mouths stuffed with vomit.

It was clearly a suffocation reaction due to an overdose of X drugs. Because no one was watching over him, he choked to death on his own vomit.

"A generous gift—"

Scarlett and Anna, who were following behind Rorschach, gasped at the same time, covering their mouths as if they couldn't believe the utterly absurd scene before them.

Even the usually composed John couldn't help but tighten his arms, making Old Joe's face turn purple and almost suffocate.

"Um"

A muffled groan of someone waking up suddenly broke the silence.

An old man with white hair and a body covered in age spots woke up rubbing his eyes.

"Joe? Stan."

Upon seeing the two people being held hostage, his expression changed drastically, and he sternly questioned Luo Xia: "Who are you?"

Bang Bang Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out!

Scarlett raised her gun and frantically pulled the trigger, not satisfied with turning the old man into a sieve, she rushed forward and fired several more shots at the corpse!

The gunshots, which were right next to them, startled the others, but apart from a few old men screaming and struggling in terror, the children all stared blankly at Rorschach and his group, seemingly devoid of any senses, like dolls whose souls had been emptied, showing no reaction to death.

Gunshots came and went.

Anna and John, without uttering a word, calmly pulled the trigger, sending these old beasts, who were either incredibly wealthy or highly respected in the outside world, to hell.

Rorschach remained silent throughout.

He took a deep breath of the bloody smell that filled the air, and walked expressionlessly toward the closed doors in the corridor.

He stopped in front of the first room, reached out to John, and took the shotgun.

"Oh!"

After the door was broken down, the first sound was a sharp scream.

Inside the room, an elderly woman in her sixties, about the same age as Perari, was being "served" by several children.

Luo Xia didn't even bother to look at her, and raised his hand to shoot her in the head!
Using the same method, he broke down all the doors on the second floor, one by one, and blasted the heads of those old perverts who treated the children as playthings to smithereens.

Matt, who was following behind, looked increasingly grim.

The Delta Force captain's brows were furrowed, his face a mixture of disgust and suppressed anger.

At this moment, he finally understood why his troops could only guard the outer perimeter and were not allowed to step into the inner perimeter without orders.

And this is only the second layer.

Rorschach continued leading the way upstairs. The villa was surprisingly well soundproofed; the continuous gunfire from the second floor seemed to have no effect on the beasts upstairs, and no one came down to investigate.

Walking through the dimly lit corridor, Rorschach pushed open the tightly closed wooden door on the third floor.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from inside.

As he stepped into the third floor, his previously calm face instantly twisted, and his eyes blazed with fury.

Overhead, incandescent light bulbs hummed, and rows of metal hospital beds were neatly arranged in the light, like an assembly line in a slaughterhouse.

The children on the bed were so thin they were unrecognizable, their wrists and ankles marked with purplish-black bruises from the leather restraints.

Their eyes were empty, and they occasionally let out weak sobs, but their throats, already damaged by the drugs, could no longer produce a decent cry.

The needle was inserted into their thin spines, and dark red liquid slowly flowed out from the transparent tube.

The tubes extend like a spider web, eventually converging into the main infusion tank on the ceiling, and then branching into intravenous pumps in the surrounding rooms.

Inside the open doors of these rooms, one could see elderly people with IV lines attached to their arms; their wrinkled, sagging skin was visibly regaining its elasticity, while the children, being treated like guinea pigs, were turning into ashen corpses one by one.
At the innermost side, a man in a white coat was tapping on a tablet computer, and the tip of his leather shoe tapped the nearest hospital bed.

"The renin concentration in this batch is 3% lower than last week."

The little girl on the bed twitched, and several strings of blood bubbles immediately gushed out of the syringe.

He said calmly to his assistant, "Adjust the extraction frequency to once every six hours. Anyway, there are plenty of spare samples."

Witnessing this hellish scene before him, and these "doctors" in white coats committing heinous acts, Rorschach could no longer suppress his rage and forced out a curse through gritted teeth: "Fuck!"

He grabbed a shotgun, and before the medical staff on this floor could react, a deafening gunshot rang out!

Scarlett, who had always been at odds with him, was now even angrier than Rorschach. She cocked her pistol and charged at the old beasts who were enjoying the bloody medical treatment in the room!

In an instant, wails, pleas for mercy, and cries filled the entire floor.

But neither Rorschach and Scarlett, who were firing their guns, nor Matt and the others, who were standing at the door witnessing it all, showed any pity.

Matt, in particular, had bloodshot eyes, staring intently at Stan, the island's owner, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

When the gunfire finally stopped, the entire third floor had been turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Apart from the children lying in hospital beds, not a single living monster could be seen. Blood soaked the floor, slowly flowing down beneath everyone's feet.
Rorschach stared at the dying children, speechless for a long time, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly.

Scarlett, her eyes red, anxiously pulled out the needles from the children's bodies, gently comforting them as she frantically tried to stop their bleeding.

Faced with the children's empty eyes, Luo Xia took a deep breath and vigorously wiped his face.

He glanced back at the silent Matt, reloaded his gun, and continued walking upstairs.

But this time, at the top of the stairs on the fourth floor, Rorschach hesitated, which was unusual for him.

The second layer was filled with obscene and lewd acts, the third layer with the extraction of human hormones. He didn't know what else lay above, but he was certain that it was something even deeper.

"Let me drive."

Matt suddenly stepped forward, contrary to his usual behavior. After exchanging a glance with Rorschach, he turned the heavy metal door open.

A strong smell of preservatives mixed with the stench of blood hit me.

Under the stark white light, dozens of operating tables were lined up, each with a small, thin body strapped to it.

The blood bags hanging on the IV stand formed a scarlet spiderweb, while in the still-open abdominal cavities, where organs should have been, there were only dark red cavities.

In the corner, there were several bulging black plastic bags, and peeking out from the gaps was a pale, not yet completely stiff, small hand.

All of this exceeded even the worst-case scenario that Rorschach and his companions had imagined before setting off.

At that moment, he felt incredibly angry and disgusted.

These beasts abduct children from all over the world, humiliate them like slaves, extract hormones from their bodies to slow down aging, and use their organs to prolong their lives.
This bunch of Jewish Anglo-Saxon scum are constantly pushing the boundaries of Rorschach's understanding of the word "beast."

What's on the last layer?

Rorschach turned to look at Stan, who was being dragged along by Anna, his voice low.

Stan shuddered, a fawning smile creeping across his wrinkled face. He stammered, "Yes, it's the dormitory, the place for these children to live. The conditions are very good, and there are people to take care of them every day."

Luo Xia sneered, not continuing upstairs, but instead winking at Scarlett, signaling her to go up and check the situation to confirm the details.

Then, faced with a scene that defied description, he whispered into his earpiece, "Was it all recorded, Harold?"

On the other end of the earpiece, Harold's voice was terribly hoarse: "I filmed everything. What do you plan to do with it, Rorschach?"

“It’s very simple.”

Rorschach glanced at Stan and Old Joe, who were slumped like dead dogs, and said calmly, "I'm going to let the whole world know what these bastards have done."

Harold paused for a few seconds: "I understand, but hacking into a TV station's signal takes time. And once the live broadcast starts, the Coast Guard will definitely be deployed immediately. Will you have time to evacuate?"

Luo Xia looked at Matt, who was standing there with a livid face, and nodded: "I think we should make it in time."

He walked up to Matt and said softly, "Want to talk?"

Matt took a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "Do you have a cigarette?"

"The best Cuban cigars are the kind you'll never get to smoke in the military."

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On the balcony, the two stood side by side, each lighting a cigarette and gazing at the dark sea in the distance.

“You know what, Rorschach.”

Matt gazed at the night sky, his voice low: "Before I received my transfer order, I had actually received an invitation from the DEA for a border operation, but after learning that it was the Secretary of State's order, I still chose the garrison mission on this small island."

"What, regretting it?" Luo Xia exhaled a smoke ring.

No, I wanted to tell you.

Matt turned and looked Rorschach straight in the eye: "I've never been so sure or so glad that I chose this place. At least I've seen the truth."

“You’ve been in the army too long, buddy. You’ve forgotten the rottenness of the country’s upper echelons, but I will never forget.” Rorschach stubbed out his cigarette.

Matt nodded and smiled wryly: "Say what you will, but you have to understand that soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders. Even if the guys inside deserve to die, I still can't let you execute them in front of me!"

"Don't worry, I won't do it in front of you. I will do it in front of all the people of America."

Rorschach patted Matt's shoulder gently, his tone calm: "I'm not going to talk to you about justice and evil nonsense. You've been on the battlefield for so many years, you know these things better than anyone. I just want to tell you that before you become a soldier, you are first and foremost a person with your own thoughts."

After saying that, he ignored the veteran he had some contact with in the army and turned to walk into the hall.

Behind him, Matt watched his retreating figure, recalling the earth-shattering crimes the man had committed. After hesitating for a moment, he called out to him, "Rorschach, I know you hate these things. I hate these dark and dirty dealings just as much as you do. If I had experienced what you did, I might have made the same choice. But look elsewhere."

He pointed out to the outside of the island: "Although this world has darkness and evil, it is still beautiful and worth fighting for."

Luo Xia stopped in his tracks, looking at the children in the hall whose eyes were numb, vacant, and lifeless.

After a brief silence, he replied in a low voice, "I only agree with the second half of your statement."

(End of this chapter)