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Chapter 223 "BUTCHER, T is silent".

“Non Rien de rien~”

“Non Je ne regrette rien~”

"Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait~"

"Ni le mal touta m'est bienégal~~~"

Inside the dormitory building, a melodious traditional French chanson flowed and echoed through the corridors and rooms.

Luo Xia leaned lazily against the sofa in the corridor, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, casually recounting his battlefield experiences to the girls gathered on both sides.

He spoke perfunctorily, but the girls were as if bewitched; no matter how casually he spoke, he always received a look of amazement and admiration.

It must be mentioned that the way these classical music students threw a party was truly unique.

It was supposed to be a fraternity and sorority gathering, but it felt more like an impromptu performance by a symphony orchestra.

Students playing cello, violin, and harp can be seen everywhere in the corridors and dorm rooms, but you can't even find a second-hand guitar, which is common in ordinary university dorm rooms.

Not far away, several girls watched Luo Xia being surrounded by admirers, chatting and laughing, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves:

"He must be a man with a story. Do you think he might be one of those secret agents from the movies?"

"Very likely, and those agents are basically just as handsome and charming as him."

"Please, wake up! He's a few years older and could be your father."

"So what? I like my dad just the way he is."

"."

A handsome, tall man, though somewhat crude in speech, possesses an charisma far exceeding his peers and is also known as an "FBI agent." When he mingles among a group of strictly disciplined college girls who have never been in a relationship, the outcome that night is predictable.

When Rorschach woke up from his hangover, he found himself lying on the carpet, surrounded by a dozen girls sprawled out, each with a tired expression on their faces.

"Fuck?"

Rorschach cursed helplessly.

These girls asked him to protect them from harassment, but instead, they got him drunk and then took all their energy out on him.

"This doesn't seem like the kind of work a female anti-rape patrolman should be doing."

He muttered a curse as he got up, hurriedly putting on his clothes, and not forgetting to tiptoe and glance at the trash can in the corner.

Thank goodness.

The bucket was half full of colorful rubber products, the variety of styles was astonishing.

From his angle, one can even see several unique shapes covered in sharp spikes.

Rorschach rubbed his temples in disbelief.

He only remembered that when he was drunk, he half-heartedly got close to the two girls, but he never expected that it would turn into such an absurd situation.

He was both relieved and shocked.

Fortunately, even in such a state of intoxication, he didn't forget safety precautions; what's shocking is...
"Damn it! So many 'blocking spirits'? Do I really have that many?"

Speaking of which, he vaguely remembered that several girls insisted on saving their virginity for their future boyfriends, so he had to find another way through the back door.
Rorschach shrugged, no longer dwelling on the absurdity of the previous night.

He picked up a cigarette from a girl's chest, lit it, and gently kicked aside the girls blocking his way, whistling as he prepared to leave in style.

As dawn broke, it was his favorite time to "leave without a trace" and bring Harold breakfast.

However, as soon as I pushed open the dormitory door, a familiar figure was already blocking the entrance.

"you"

Luo Xia frowned. "What? Want to get beaten up again?"

Maria snorted coldly, tossed her long hair, and looked over his shoulder into the room.

When she saw the mess in the dormitory, she immediately turned red with anger: "Are you a stud? You can't control yourself when you see a girl?"

Luo Xia paused for a moment, then looked the girl up and down: "What I do is none of your business. It's you, on the other hand..."

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Maria hard on the forehead: "Didn't I warn you what would happen if you dared to kill again?"

“I didn’t kill her at all!” Maria curled her lip in disdain. “I hadn’t even put the plan into action before you caught me red-handed.”

She still seemed puzzled at this point.

Last time, because Mia stole her crown as queen of her high school prom, she was about to poison her when Rorschach stopped her in time.

Unexpectedly, history repeated itself after I entered university.

Maria's expression gradually became subtle.

Could it be that this seemingly cold man has actually been secretly protecting her all along?

Otherwise, how do you explain that Rorschach always manages to show up on time whenever she wants to do something bad?

Silence spread between the two.

Suddenly, Maria's red lips curved into a slight smile, and she winked playfully: "I know you won't really hurt me."

"Oh?"

Under Luo Xia's questioning gaze, the girl continued confidently, "Remember at Dad's manor? I took such a big risk to help you infiltrate, and even contacted the media and the police for you. Actually, you've always been thinking about me, haven't you?"

Her slender fingers caressed the man's chest, and her diamond-encrusted nails gently brushed against Luo Xia's neck, sending a tingling sensation through him.

“But you don’t need to secretly care about me like this,” Maria tucked a stray hair behind her ear and lightly licked her red lips, “because… I’ve always liked you too.”

After saying that, she suddenly squatted down.

Feeling her movements, Luo Xia was truly confused.

After losing his status as a war hero and model policeman and becoming a wanted criminal, he found that his attractiveness to women had increased rather than decreased.

The women he met, upon learning that he was Rorschach Butcher, were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they all wanted to have sex with him!
Women.
Rorschach sighed helplessly.

Harold had studied the types of numbers the machine had spit out and found that the perpetrators of most female victims were often their partners.

At first, he and Harold were puzzled, but after rescuing many female victims, they found the answer—unlike men who know not to tread on dangerous walls, women are often more easily attracted to dangerous objects.

This is probably what they call fatal attraction.

Maria was still squatting on the ground working, her cheeks deeply sunken from the exertion.

Looking at the unresponsive clone, Luo Xia coughed awkwardly, "Um... maybe next time, I'm a little tired right now."

"What the f*ck? No way!"

Maria grabbed it hard in frustration, "You've run away so many times, this time you have to give me an explanation!"

Unfortunately, Luo Xia's milk has turned into thin porridge, and he has no energy left to deal with this girl.

"Enough! Stop fooling around, I said next time, and that's it!"

Rorschach shoved Maria aside with his knee and, cursing, fastened his belt.

I just wiped it clean with a wet wipe, but now it's dirty again.

Maria wiped her mouth unhappily, her eyes filled with resentment like a cat whose food had been stolen.

She was the first to know Rorschach, but now even her roommates, whom she looked down upon, have tasted the bitterness of this legendary wanted criminal, while she alone has gained nothing.

Just as she was about to pester Luo Xia relentlessly until he "recovered his losses," the man's phone suddenly rang.

Luo Xia, who was originally nonchalant, instantly exuded murderous intent after hearing the contents of the phone call.

Even though she could only see his back, Maria felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

"I see."

"Leave this to me. You stay at the base and warn Clyde and John to be on high alert; you might be being watched too."

After hanging up the phone, Rorschach glanced coldly at Maria, who seemed hesitant to speak, then turned and strode away. His eyes were filled with rage.

Damn it, he wanted to see who was so blind as to dare mess with Harold!
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Inside the warehouse.

Harold sat in front of his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he wrote a virus program capable of hacking into the World Bank.

Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, he knew that Luo Xia must have already discovered that he had been kidnapped.

As is customary, no matter how busy he is, he never returns to the base before midnight.

Anna, who was guarding the library, must have already noticed something was amiss.

Thinking about what might happen if Luo Xia found this place, this tech genius, who has always had some "white left" tendencies, couldn't help but look around at the mercenaries guarding the warehouse, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

He wasn't naive enough to think these desperados were good people; he simply hoped that Rorschach would commit fewer atrocities.

He was always worried that his partner would gradually become addicted to the thrill of killing and unable to extricate himself.

"Mr. Finch, you seem completely unconcerned about your situation?"

Across from him, Gen peeked out from behind the monitor, looking at him with great interest.

Harold ignored him and continued to focus on writing the core code needed for the hacking program.

But Gen clearly wasn't going to stop there:
“I can understand your composure. After all, your friend is a legendary figure who dared to torture and kill even the Speaker of the Federal Parliament and the Secretary of State, and who single-handedly ventured into countless dangerous places. If I had a friend like that, I probably wouldn’t have ended up working for a terrorist organization.”

Upon hearing this, Harold couldn't help but purse his lips.

Compared to what he and Rorschach did, the actions of those so-called terrorist organizations were utterly insignificant.

However, the woman's tone seemed rather intriguing.

“Actually, we are quite similar, Mr. Finch. I was also coerced by Geb.”

Gen suddenly stopped what he was doing and said as if he were confiding, "The difference is... I really enjoy my current job."

Harold chuckled softly but didn't reply.

He understood, of course, what Gen meant: regular technical work was too boring, and he wanted to find some thrilling, high-risk experiences.

No, this is more than just a knife's edge; what they're planning now is enough to keep them imprisoned in federal jail for years.

Ten billion US dollars in liquid funds.
Even for Harold, this is an extremely staggering number.

Sure enough, what Gen said next confirmed his guess.

“I’ve been fascinated by the digital world since I was a child. This society is full of gender bias, but code is the only thing that treats everyone equally.”

A fanatical light gleamed in Gen's eyes. "I once broke into the private servers of all ten of the top hackers on the international hacker list in 24 hours, and none of them could track me down."

At this moment, Gen Huo was like a primary school student showing off his report card, eager to share his glorious achievements with his idol.

"There's no security system I can't hack into, not even MI6, the CIA, or the White House MI6, but that's until I chose the Counterterrorism Bureau as my target and encountered [the machine]."

Root suddenly lowered his voice, his tone becoming devout: "Only at that moment did I understand who the true king of the internet world is. Mr. Finch, you are absolutely the greatest genius since the birth of the internet! You deserve the respect of all hackers."

Harold gave a self-deprecating smirk: "Really? But I'm helping you criminals with your petty theft now. I don't think I deserve the word 'great'."

Upon hearing this, Gen casually glanced at the guards not far away and whispered, "Actually, you don't need to feel too burdened. It's not just Geb who's eyeing that 10 billion; that guy is an extreme patriot whose mind is only filled with steel and blood."

"If nothing unexpected happens, you'll soon be able to meet my real boss."

She winked mysteriously. "He, like me, has great respect for you."

After saying that, the woman pulled her head back behind the screen, leaving Harold with a thoughtful and confused look on his face.

the other side.

Rorschach, having learned of Harold's disappearance, is standing in a coffee shop.

The store manager nervously rubbed his hands and explained, "I'm so sorry, officer, the surveillance cameras suddenly stopped working last night for some reason."

Rorschach seemed to have expected this, simply nodding slightly, taking back his "FBI" badge, and placing a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

He glanced one last time at the static on the monitor screen, then turned and left expressionlessly.

Walking down the street, the trace analysis ability granted by the [Eye of Judgment] allowed him to quickly sort through the clues and try to reconstruct the entire process of Harold's disappearance in the shortest possible time.

This coffee shop is where Harold often spends his time, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Strangely, in the past half hour, he changed his appearance and checked all the surveillance footage on the street, only to find that the footage from 11:00 to 11:30 last night was all static.

Clearly, someone hacked into the municipal surveillance system and deliberately erased all relevant footage.

There must have been a highly skilled hacker among the group that kidnapped Harold.

Two possible masterminds immediately came to Rorschach's mind:
First, the federal government.

As one of the creators of the "machine," Harold's partner was killed on the day the "machine" was put into use, and only Harold, who was socially anxious and kept to himself, survived.

The other one is Geb, whom I had just dealt with a few days ago.
Luo Xia frowned, lost in thought.

If it were an ordinary kidnapper, it would be easier to deal with, but this professional team, assisted by top hackers, has almost erased all clues, making it difficult even for him to locate the target in a short time.

After walking in silence for a long time, Luo Xia suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the surveillance camera on the wall at the street corner.

“I know you can see me.”

Rorschach stared directly at the camera, his voice penetrating the crowded throng and clearly reaching the surveillance system:

“Although Harold has always said that you are just a tool, I know that you are far more powerful than he describes. No, it is more likely that Harold does not want me to know the truth, so he deliberately downplays your abilities.”

But none of that matters.

He said solemnly, “Your creator, your father, has been kidnapped. If you truly have self-awareness, tell me where he is. You know better than anyone that only I can protect him, and only I would never harm him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the street fell into an eerie silence.

Rorschach waited in place for several minutes, but there was no unusual movement around him.

Just as he was about to give up, the phone booth behind him suddenly rang urgently!
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Half an hour later.

Long Island.

Luo Xia stood under the neon sign of the Swordfish Bar, squinted at it for a moment, and then pushed open the door and went straight in.

It's not noon yet, far from opening time.

The empty bar had only a few cleaners and men in suits tidying up the liquor cabinets.

Upon seeing unfamiliar faces enter, the group instinctively placed their hands on their lower backs.

"Sir, we are not open for business yet. Please come back tonight."

"I'm looking for someone."

Luo Xia interrupted him coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and stared coldly at Luo Xia.

One of the men, with slicked-back hair, stepped forward, raised his head, and asked with an unfriendly look, "What is this gentleman's name?"

"Butcher".

"Butcher? How do you spell that?"

“BUTCHER”

Luo Xia took off the sunglasses that were covering half of his face, revealing the face that had appeared countless times in the news.

He glanced at the group of guys and smiled:
"T is silent."

(End of this chapter)