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Chapter 216 "Good evening, America."

Chicago.

Although it was nearly midnight, for America's young people, the wild nightlife was just beginning.

Especially those poor bastards in the South District.

Working three jobs during the day leaves me exhausted, and all I can do is numb my aching muscles and this shitty life with alcohol at night.

From the dilapidated house of the Gallagher family, a song that sounded like ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be heard at that moment:

Hey, I just met you~

"And this is crazy~"

"But here's my number~~So' Call Me Maybe!!!"

Fiona and Vivi screamed at the top of their lungs, shaking the ceiling so much that dust was falling from it.

This family is as crazy as ever.

The cramped living room was crammed with drunken figures, and the table was littered with discounted pizzas and chicken nuggets nearing their expiration date. The vodka was the cheapest brand available in the supermarket.

But in America, if you're poor, you can be completely unskilled, but you must master the art of living for the moment.

Clearly, everyone in the Gallagher family is an expert.

Frank was already passed out from drinking and was curled up under the sink snoring. The other family members, including the neighbors, Xiao Kai and his wife, were all howling and dancing along to the music on the radio.

When the song ended, the radio station switched to an unpopular song from the billboard.

Everyone sprawled on the sofa, drinking and chatting idly.

The conversation started with Lip's college life, then moved on to Ian, who had disappeared without a trace after enlisting in the army, and inevitably veered towards Rorschach, who had become a legend in the South.

"You guys really haven't contacted Luo Xia?" Xiao Kai asked gossipy, leaning closer.

Everyone shook their heads.

Lip, the only college student in his family and a cultured man studying gambling at the University of Chicago, shrugged: "He's currently a wanted criminal in over 300 countries worldwide, destined to become a footnote in history books. Why would he risk contacting us? Besides..."

He deliberately lowered his voice and put on a tense expression: "Given our past relationship with Rorschach, the FBI might have already tapped our phone, and there might even be a bugging device hidden in the house."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, but then burst into laughter in unison.

"Let them hear it. Hopefully, the sounds of me masturbating tonight won't embarrass them."

"Haha, maybe those FBI agents are eavesdropping on me and Xiao Kai getting intimate every night, and doing their own thing while listening."

"The Gallagher family has really risen to prominence; now they're even like the Kennedy family, able to be wiretapped by the FBI."

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Without exception, everyone adopted an indifferent attitude.

Even Lip, who was the most educated, was the same.

This group of people are all social scum with negative credit scores. They can't even get a credit card right now. They're just grateful to earn enough to fill their stomachs every day. They don't care about being monitored.

Meanwhile, in a van two blocks away.

Several FBI agents, disguised as power repairmen, took off their headphones, lit cigarettes wearily, and couldn't be bothered to listen to the drunken ramblings coming through them anymore.

After the Gallagher family finished their casual conversation, Xiao Kai took out a rented DVD from his bag, ready to play something exciting.

Upon seeing the cover of "Fifty Shades of Grey," Fiona quickly shooed her underage siblings upstairs and excitedly snatched the remote control.

The TV had just been turned on and was showing the nighttime news. Before Xiao Kai could even switch to DVD mode, the screen suddenly started flickering with static.

This is the national television station; it never malfunctions.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, a figure they were all too familiar with appeared.

The screen lit up, and the camera shook slightly.

Rorschach sat in a blood-stained chair, with a mountain of corpses behind him.

Politicians, tycoons, and celebrities, dressed in suits or naked, were piled up like garbage.

Blood soaked through the Persian carpet and slowly flowed toward the camera.

Dozens of children huddled beside the corpse, trembling like frightened cubs, their eyes vacant as if they had forgotten how to cry.

Rorschach stared into the camera, his voice so gentle it was chilling:

Good evening, America.

The Gallaghers were so shocked that their mouths dropped open:

"Shit! It's Rorschach!"

"Goddamn! I thought I'd never see him again in my life."

"No way, I just saw Rorschach's execution of the unscrupulous insurance company on TV last time."

"But at that time there were only sounds, and I didn't see anyone at all."

"Shut up! All of you shut up! Anyone who dares to say another word can get out of here!"

Fiona roared in fury. Her crush from her school days rarely showed up, and she didn't want these idiots to ruin this sacred moment. She stared intently at the screen.

After staring silently at the camera for a few seconds, Rorschach slowly spoke again:
“These days, many people are looking for my location. They are eager to know where this terrorist who has turned this ‘great’ country upside down is hiding.”

Rorschach's gaze swept around: "I can tell you now that I'm on a small island in the Caribbean Sea off Florida, called Little St. James Island."

The Gallagher family's expressions remained unchanged; after all, they had hardly ever left Chicago, let alone this remote island.

However, upon hearing this name, the faces of wealthy businessmen and political figures in mansions and estates around the world changed drastically.

“I bet a lot of big shots watching TV right now are sweating bullets. But there are definitely many more friends who have no idea what this island means, or why there are so many corpses and children behind me.”

"But it's okay."

Rorschach slowly rose from his chair, and the camera followed.

"Now, let me show you around the VIP club on Little St. James Island."

As Rorschach moved, the images on the television began to shift, from a magnificent drawing room to a bizarre and terrifying room, from well-dressed dignitaries to wounded children, until the camera began to focus on the upstairs.
The viewers watching the live stream all looked terrified, and some even started gagging.

"Jesus Christ (God)."

outside the house.

Matt sat in a Hummer, a cigar given to him by Rorschach dangling from his lips, gazing intently at the dark coconut grove ahead, silent.

"Boss?"

One of his men finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, "What are we waiting for? That globally wanted madman is just a few dozen meters away, and we're just sitting here doing nothing? This isn't Delta's style!"

Matt slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, paused for a moment, and then sneered: "So what do you think Delta's style should be?"

"Charge directly and eliminate the target!"

The soldier answered decisively.

But Matt shook his head.

This commander, known for his cold-blooded decisiveness, hesitated for once.

"Things inside aren't as simple as you think. Believe me, if I had a choice, I'd rather take down Rorschach immediately than you do. But now..."

He murmured to himself, "I can't even tell who our real enemy is."

The soldier frowned, completely unable to understand his superior's words.

He felt that everything had become strange ever since Matt came out of the villa.

At this moment, another soldier who had followed Matt into the villa pulled him aside and solemnly recounted the chilling scenes inside.

Meanwhile, in Washington, at the White House.

The Black president, who had already fallen asleep, was awakened by urgent knocking on the door.

"Mr. President, there is an emergency that requires your immediate attention."

Some of the still-sleepy presidents instantly woke up upon hearing this and threw off their blankets.

Outside the door was his personal agent, Michael Banning, who would never disturb him so late at night unless it was something extremely serious.

"What happened?" the president asked, opening the door and adjusting his collar as he frowned.

“One minute ago, Rorschach hacked into the television station again and started a global live broadcast.” Banning’s expression was grim.

"What? This madman, does he think he's playing with the national media?" the president cursed through gritted teeth. "Who has he set his sights on this time? Last time it was the insurance company, and this time? The UNHCR?"

“It’s Little St. James’ Island,” Banning replied in a low voice after a brief hesitation.

The president abruptly stopped, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his fingers trembled slightly.

He forced himself to remain calm, his gaze fixed intently on Banning: "Little St. James Island?!"

"Yes, he's broadcasting live from the island."

".Fakeme (finished)."

At this very moment, in countless homes across America where people are still awake late at night, a horrifying live broadcast continues.

third floor.

The bright white operating room lights were blinding, and the dozen or so operating tables that used to confine frail children were now empty.

The electronic screen on the wall flashed the data: [Renin purity: 98.7%] [Applicable to: Grade A customers].

Rorschach's voice came from off-screen: "It's your taxes that feed these vampires."

The camera panned across a refrigerated display case, inside which hundreds of vials of renin injection were neatly arranged, with labels bearing the names of politicians and the dates of injection.

The operating room is on the fourth floor.

It's quieter here than on the third floor, with only the hum of medical equipment.

Many children who had tragically died lay on the operating table with their chests opened, while in the sterile room next door, several elderly people with white hair were waiting for a transplant.

However, they were all riddled with bullets and lay dead in pools of blood, their expressions contorted with rage.

Rorschach's voice was icy:
"They use children's livers to prolong their lives and children's hearts to combat aging, and the law protects these 'highly respected' philanthropists."

Soon, the camera switched to the Children's dormitory on the fifth floor.

It looks like a luxurious boarding school, with soft carpets, exquisite toys, and even Disney murals on the walls.

But as the camera zooms in, these details begin to rot and decay!
The toys were brand new, but they were never actually played with; they were just decorations.

The sheets were made of fine silk, but every pillow had dried tear stains.

The air was filled with disinfectant and a cloyingly sweet, rotten smell, like rotting candy.

Hundreds of children sat quietly, their eyes vacant, like domesticated pets.

Rorschach's voice came from off-screen, laced with sarcasm:

“They treat these children like the best feed a farmer gives to livestock destined for slaughter.”

At this moment, countless citizens and spectators watching these horrific scenes froze in place, holding their breath, as if they could hardly believe that this was a real scene.

At Gallagher's home.

The atmosphere was completely silent.

Frank, who had been drunk and passed out, had somehow woken up. He stood behind the sofa, his eyes wide, a rare look of shock and clarity appearing on his usually intoxicated face: "Holy fucking shit, is this really true?!"

Everyone remained silent, staring intently at the screen.

No one questioned whether Rorschach was faking it, because the scarred children and the shocking evidence were laid bare before them.

Fiona stared intently at the television, her fingers unconsciously gripping the sofa armrest: "Those children."

Lip kicked the coffee table hard: "I knew it! I knew these rich people were all scum!"

Debbie, who had been teasing Liam, froze, her face turning deathly pale.

She instinctively hugged her younger brother tighter, her voice trembling, "This...this can't be real, right? This must be fake."

Carl jumped onto the coffee table, excitedly waving his fist: "Fu*k Yeah! Kill them! Rorschach is the real tough guy!"

No one stopped him from his impulsive action; at that moment, everyone in the house was watching the live broadcast on TV.

The next second, an unbelievable scene unfolded before their eyes.

Rorschach suddenly grabbed Old Joe's hair and shoved the political giant's blood-stained face in front of the camera.

At that moment, not only did everyone watching the live broadcast across the United States gasp in shock, but the Black president, who was in the White House, was also stunned.

"Watfuck?! Joe?!"

He muttered to himself in shock, "How did he end up on the island at this time?"

On television, Old Joe's face was aged and distorted, his crowded wrinkles trembling violently with fear.

“Look closely, America! This isn’t your Secretary of State, this is a beast in a suit!”

Rorschach stared directly at the camera, his expression fierce.
"This Mr. Joe is a regular on the island. Of course, there are many such regulars, perhaps in New York, perhaps in Los Angeles, or perhaps in Washington, or at the White House!"

"I originally intended to use the most ruthless methods to get the list of VIPs who had visited this island out of this old dog's mouth, but guess what—"

He drew a military knife from his waist and pressed it against Old Joe's carotid artery.

"I'm too lazy to wait for the list anymore, I can't wait any longer!"

Tear--!
The sound of a blade slicing through flesh echoed in the deathly silent live stream.

Blood splattered onto the camera lens!
"Starting today, I'm going to teach these hypocrites a lesson in the most primitive way!"

"For every child you eat, I will kill a politician."

“For every crime you cover up, I will burn down an entire estate.”

"I'll teach you high and mighty bastards a lesson."

"Let them taste what it's like to be slaughtered like livestock!"

Rorschach slammed Old Joe's head hard onto the marble floor, the sound of his skull cracking clearly audible.

The live stream signal suddenly started flickering.

"Remember tonight."

The image gradually became covered by snow and noise, but Rorschach's voice remained clear.
"Because from today onwards—"