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Chapter 220: Making America Great Again? ?
For many people in this world, enlisting in the military is a tough job.

The endless drills, the never-ending anti-terrorism war, the constant physical punishments, the girlfriend who cheated on him as soon as he enlisted, and the endless stream of profanities from the instructors—it was like a bucket of ice water, chilling any young person who had any illusions about military life to the bone.

To increase the enlistment rate among teenagers, America even issued a special policy: any illegal immigrant who was willing to serve in the military could obtain a green card.

The fact that they've resorted to using green cards as bait to recruit soldiers shows just how unpopular it is to serve in the military in America.

But as Nietzsche said in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, there are always exceptions to everything.

Rorschach, from many years ago, was one of the exceptions.

Although when he first entered the army, he was just like all the other new recruits, exhausted like a dog on the training field, it wasn't until a certain internal selection and subsequent deployment for the counter-terrorism war that Rorschach's life took a turn for the better.

With the support of the system, his tactical command and combat abilities far surpassed those of his teammates, and he quickly gained widespread support within the team.

As an elite paratrooper, while others could only eat compressed biscuits on the battlefield, he could drink ice-cold cola and beer, and smoke top-quality cigars that were looted from the homes of local tycoons.

As for women
With his limited but still steadfast moral bottom line, he did not harm local women and prostitutes like other American soldiers.

The reason is simple—he had a wartime girlfriend, Helena, whose figure and looks far surpassed those of the locals.

The other party is an intelligence analyst from the Navy SEALs, a rare female soldier in the special forces!

All he remembered was that the Screaming Eagles and the Navy SEALs were conducting a year-long joint operation, and as the paratrooper captain, he inexplicably met Helena. After a few drinks, the two naturally ended up in bed together.

However, after retiring from the army, Luo Xia, who had always treated women as mere entertainment, quickly forgot about the female soldier with whom he had shared countless intimate moments on the battlefield.

until today--

"Walter-Fuck?!"

Rorschach's first reaction upon seeing his former lover was not surprise, but shock, which prompted him to swear.

He stared wide-eyed at Helena, who was dressed in a black coat and draped in silver fox fur, looking just like a Russian oligarch's mistress.

(Helena Mattson, from the movie The Thieves)
"you"

It took him a long time to finally manage to squeeze out a sentence, "Weren't you executed by extremists during Operation Arrowhead Ripper? That was fake news?"

Helena's expression instantly darkened.

“Yes, that was a black op, orchestrated by the military,” she said through gritted teeth, “to make me disappear from the army and carry out shady missions. But you—”

She suddenly stepped forward, her nails almost digging into Luo Xia's chest. "I heard that since that day, you've been telling everyone I'm dead? What, are you disappointed to see I'm still alive?"

Rorschach was silent for a moment, then suddenly flashed his signature roguish grin: "How could that be, Helen?"

He opened his arms and said, "I will always remember the days we fought side by side in Mosul."

Before the other person could react, he had already pulled them tightly into his arms.

Helena, who was originally furious, stopped struggling under the familiar warmth of his body. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Rorschach's neck even tighter and stood on tiptoe to kiss him fiercely.

A few unpleasant voices suddenly broke out in the restaurant.

Helena, who was deprived of oxygen, reluctantly let go of his mouth.

She licked her lips, still savoring the taste, only to find Luo Xia still looking nonchalant. Frustrated, she punched him in the chest.

"After getting to know the daughter of the counter-terrorism bureau chief, the princess of a small country, and the Russian swallow, they've lost interest in me and think I'm too old?"

Instead of responding with a teasing laugh as she had expected, Luo Xia's eyes gradually turned cold.

"so."

He slowly wiped the lipstick stain from her lips, his voice eerily calm, "You've been spying on me all this time?"

Helena realized he had misunderstood her as following him and quickly explained, "This is all publicly available information; we didn't investigate you on purpose."

Luo Xia gave her a deep look, then turned his gaze to the long-haired man still sitting in the corner. "Have you really sunk so low as to hang out with this kind of lowlife?"

Instead of getting angry at this humiliation, Gabriel Hill maintained an unsettling gentlemanly smile.

Helena shook her head and explained softly, "Ever since I was transferred to the Black Ops, I've been following General Hammer. This time, Gabe contacted the general on his own initiative; he has a special plan."

"Yes, she's right."

Gabriel, brandishing his cigar, declared confidently, "I have a plan, a goddamn plan!"

After listening to the two men's conversation, Luo Xia casually asked, "Is Old Han Mo planning something big in North America?"

Helena shook her head: "You can take it as a test. After all, even the general is not entirely sure how deep the federal law enforcement agencies are. As for the rest, I can't tell you right now."

"So you just found this pretentious hippie?" Rorschach scoffed, his gaze returning to Gabriel.

He suddenly stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down in front of the other person.

“For Hammer’s sake,” Rorschach said, resting his chin on his hands, “I’ll give you three minutes. If your plan makes me feel like I’ve wasted those three minutes…”

A slight smile played on his lips. "I'll make sure you never forget this lesson."

The threatening undertones in the other party's words made Gabe slightly dissatisfied.

He remembered the last time someone dared to speak to him in this tone was a month ago.

General Hammer, who was stationed in Africa at the time, also used the same tone, well, it seems like not much time has passed.

Gabe smirked, maintaining that mysterious posture that made Rorschach nauseous: "Over the past few months, I've done in-depth research into Mr. Butcher's actions on this land. Do you know what I've come to?"

Luo Xia ignored him and took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Helena, standing beside him, naturally took out a lighter and lit it for him, her movements as practiced as if she had done it a thousand times.

Gabe could only answer his own question: "You're not a terrorist—at least not the kind of madman the media portrays you as who just wants to destroy America!"

"Oh?" Luo Xia couldn't help but glance at this guy a few more times, finally showing some interest. "Interesting, continue."

"You're an extreme patriot!"

Gabe suddenly raised his voice, trembling with excitement, "Everything you've done is to awaken the anger of the people, killing capitalists to break monopolies, executing politicians to eliminate corruption! You are protecting this country! You are purifying the system! You are practicing justice in the most extreme way, all for one goal—MAGA!"

Rorschach was stunned by these remarks.

Looking at Gabe's fanatical, distorted expression, he couldn't help but ask, "MAGA?"

“Make America Great Again!” Gabe excitedly pumped his fist.

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Rorschach was speechless.

He turned to look at Helena, his eyes filled with the absurdity of "You actually partnered with this kind of lunatic?"

Helena was so embarrassed by Gabe's performance that she was practically digging her toes into the ground.

She had encountered this rhetoric once before in Africa. If this guy's plan hadn't been so profitable, General Hammer would have had him riddled with bullets long ago.

Gabriel continued to passionately expound his views: "Believe me, Rorschach, we are the same kind of people! I have long been disgusted with the current state of society in North America!"

"Especially the government's weak stance against terrorists!"

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Look at how many terrorist attacks those turban-wearing beasts have carried out on our land! And our so-called retaliation is just to fight a few insignificant wars on their turf!"

"What's the point? Have we really achieved the initial deterrent effect on the battlefield? Politicians only care about oil and minerals! Profits have blinded them, making them forget how to deal with these terrorists!"

"We should exterminate the people on their land! Let them know that blood debts must be repaid in blood, and that fear can stop fear!"

Gabe looked at Rorschach with fervor: "You must think the same way I do, right? We're the same kind of people! We're both true patriots of this country!"

Luo Xia silently observed the morbid excitement on his face, slowly exhaling a smoke ring. He didn't respond directly, but simply asked, "You're saying the past ten years of the war on terror were ineffective?"

"Isn't that right?" Gabe retorted excitedly. "How many people did they die? Does that even qualify as revenge?"

Luo Xia nodded slightly.

He finally understood that the guy in front of him was a complete extremist, a neo-Nexist, and a supporter of ethnic cleansing.

He glanced at his watch: "OK, you have one minute left. Get to the point."

Although puzzled by Rorschach's cold response, Gabe seized the opportunity and said, "According to my investigation and internal CIA and FBI documents, you must have a highly skilled hacker by your side, right?"

Rorschach remained noncommittal.

Harold's existence is indeed not difficult to deduce.

Without the assistance of top-tier hackers, it's impossible to explain how he was able to hide his whereabouts under machine surveillance and continue to obtain top-secret documents from major corporations and the federal government.

What these people didn't know was that the "hacker" beside him was the creator of the super AI [machine], whose technical level far surpassed that of all cybersecurity experts in the world.

"Although I don't know who he is, and I haven't seen your friend's name on the international hacker rankings, I can say for sure..."

Gabe confidently stated, "His technical skills far surpass any hacker I've ever seen. I'd like to ask him for a favor, and I'll give him ten million US dollars as a reward."

Ten million US dollars to get Harold to do it?

Rorschach touched his chin with a strange expression.

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Gabe hesitated for a moment before finally revealing the plan: "In the 1980s, the Federation launched a plan called Operation Swordfish."

"They laundered all the seized illegal funds through shell companies. Although the operation ended in 96, the money continued to earn interest in banks."

He emphasized, "Today, it has grown to 105 billion US dollars!"

Gabe paused deliberately to observe Rorschach's reaction.

To his disappointment, upon hearing this astronomical figure, Rorschach simply stroked his coffee cup and stared at him expressionlessly.

Gabe frowned and continued, "I need your hacker friend to create a virus to hack into the World Bank's back-end and transfer this money. Don't worry, I have people in both the government and the bank; once the money is transferred, it will be impossible to trace!"

"Think about it, Rorschach!"

He exclaimed excitedly, "With this 10 billion, I can recruit people overseas and establish an organization based on MAGA's creed to retaliate against all countries that dare to launch terrorist attacks in America! This is what a patriot should do!"

"certainly."

He extended an olive branch to Rorschach, saying, "If you're willing to join, my organization will open its doors to you. With our combined capabilities, we can absolutely make America great again! Let our hegemony extend to Africa! Europe! Asia!"

After the impassioned speech, the fast-food restaurant fell silent.

Rorschach completely ignored Gabe's expectant gaze and turned to Helena, asking, "Is old Hammer really this poor? Doesn't he control several oil fields and mines in East Africa?"

Helena shook her head with a wry smile: "You know the general's personality. Even if no one dares to investigate him, he's incapable of extortion. Most of the profits from those mines and oil fields go to the mining companies; we only get protection money and military funds."

"The federal government's attitude towards its troops stationed in Africa is becoming increasingly lukewarm, and military funding has been several months overdue. Therefore..."

She shrugged. "Ten billion is a considerable sum, isn't it? Gabe promised the general that once he gets the money, he will use a large portion of it to hire troops stationed in Africa."

Rorschach nodded.

Unlike military presence in Europe and Asia, few countries in Africa can afford to support their troops out of their own pockets; they mainly rely on revenue sharing from local industries and federal funding.

It seems that Old Hanmo's life is indeed not easy.

Even so, he could not possibly agree to this request.

Putting aside the difference in their philosophies, there was absolutely no room for negotiation on the matter of having Harold take action.

As the creator of the "machine," Harold's identity is even more sensitive than he is.

He couldn't risk exposing Harold to the Federation's scrutiny.

"OK"

Rorschach suddenly spread his hands and asked casually under Gabe's puzzled gaze, "Mr. Hill, which hand do you usually use for manual labor?"

"Huh?" Gabe was taken aback, then subconsciously replied, "Right hand."

Before he could finish speaking, a dinner knife had already pierced his palm, pinning his hand firmly to the table!
"BOSS?!"

The men disguised as customers in the restaurant suddenly sprang into action, drawing their guns and rushing forward.

But they were too slow.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

No one saw how Rorschach drew his gun, just as no one saw how he drove the knife into Gabe's hand.

When the gunfire stopped, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground with holes in their foreheads.

Rorschach didn't even turn around to look at them; he simply turned his back to the corpse and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Gabe's temple, where cold sweat was pouring down his face.

You wasted a full ten minutes of my time.

Rorschach, expressionless, slowly pushed the knife forward, the sound of the blade cutting through flesh causing Gabe's face to contort in pain.

"A piece of trash like you dares to talk to me about making America great again?"

Luo Xia scoffed, his eyes full of disdain: "Do you know that the 'painless' war on terror you speak of has caused millions of families to be displaced, countless wives to lose their husbands, and countless children to never see their fathers again!"

"superficial?!"

Tear--!
With a sudden twist of the knife, Gabe's hand was pinned to the tabletop.

Luo Xia slowly stood up, wiped the blood off his hands with a napkin, and said coldly, "On a real battlefield, someone like you would only die like a wild dog."

Ignoring Gabe, who was drenched in cold sweat and staring at him intently, he turned to Helena and said coldly, "Tell old man Mo that if he dares to send someone to test me without prior notice or to bring in this kind of trash to discuss cooperation again, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."

"I'm not his soldier anymore. If you want to cooperate, then do it openly and honestly!"

After saying that, he shoved Helena aside, threw the blood-stained napkin on the ground without looking back, and strode away from the restaurant.

Helena watched his resolute back as he walked away, and suddenly realized something.

Not the same.

The paratrooper captain who strictly adhered to military discipline back then has now completely transformed.

Even General Hammer, whom he once revered, could no longer make him bow his head.

"Helen, this is not what we agreed on."

Gabu endured the excruciating pain and said through gritted teeth.

However, Helena, who was still in a semi-cooperative relationship with him, only gave him a cold glance: "Looks like you'll have to find someone else to help you with that 10 billion. Oh, and don't forget your promise—if you dare to embezzle the money after you get it, we'll come after you."

After her figure disappeared at the restaurant entrance, Gabe stared grimly at his hand, which was pierced by nails. Only when the sound of police sirens grew closer did he take out his phone with his other hand and make a call:
"Root, the invitation failed. That mysterious hacker still refuses to cooperate."

"As expected."

A languid female voice came through the phone, "But it's okay, I've almost finished developing the virus. We can handle it even without that hacker. And..."

She chuckled softly, "I've already tracked down some clues about this guy; he won't be able to hide for much longer!"

(Gebb Hill, from the movie Swordfish)
(End of this chapter)