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Chapter 225 "I want a Cadillac, but you're trying to sell me a Lada?"

Root, who was putting psychological pressure on Harold, suddenly changed his expression.

That's Rorschach's voice!

She quickly got up, ready to explain things to this uninvited guest as soon as possible.

Before planning to kidnap Harold, she had already thoroughly studied the assessment reports of Rorschach by various federal intelligence agencies—a madman who was completely unrestrained by worldly rules and acted entirely according to his own principles.

Even more terrifying is that this madman possesses combat capabilities that are arguably the limits of human endurance, and his destructive power is enough to strike fear into the hearts of any armed force.

Now is definitely not the time to confront him head-on!
However, before she could speak, the mercenary guards inside the warehouse had already drawn their guns and opened fire as if by reflex.

Without warning or negotiation, bullets rained down on Rorschach's vitals.

Gen frowned involuntarily; she had never intended to be an enemy of Rorschach.

In desperation, she turned to Harold, hoping this "hostage man" could say a word for her.

To her surprise, Harold, who had just been furious about the machine, was now calmly picking up his teacup, seemingly unconcerned about Rorschach being besieged.

Gen stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Does this guy have that much faith in Rorschach?

The answer is yes.

Just as Harold had thought: he might not understand the group of people in front of him, but he knew Rorschach all too well!

And facts soon proved that his judgment was completely correct.

At the very instant the gunshot rang out, two black pistols slid out of Rorschach's sleeve.

He didn't hide.

Bullets rained down from all directions, but just as they were about to hit him, he dodged them with a near-predictable movement, turning his body, spinning, and tilting his head.

His movements were so fluid, as if he had calculated the trajectory of every bullet beforehand, and his counterattack—

Faster!

"Overload Tyrant".

The two guns roared in his hands, their muzzles flashing intensely under overload.

The pistol bullets produced the effect of a high-rate-of-fire submachine gun!
Every shot precisely pierced the enemy's brow, throat, and heart!
Blood mist exploded inside the warehouse, and figures fell one after another. In just a few seconds, the ground was littered with corpses.

Rorschach flicked the gunpowder smoke off the barrel, walked up to Harold, and looked him up and down.

"You haven't been wronged, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Harold's lips curled up slightly.

He had expected Rorschach to ask if he was hurt, but the guy was more concerned about whether he had been humiliated.

Root chimed in from the side, "We have the utmost respect for Mr. Finch—"

Snapped!
Luo Xia slapped her across the face, abruptly cutting her off.

Gen staggered backward, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but dared not utter another sound.

But Rorschach clearly wasn't planning to let this bitch off so easily.

He grabbed the girl's wrist and twisted it backward along her fingers!
"Ah!!! Fuck!!!" Gen cried out in pain.

At this moment, the four fingers of her right hand were bent to the extreme under the immense pressure. With just a little more force, the fingers would all break!
"Given Harold's hacking skills, there's simply no way an ordinary person could conceal his movements throughout New York."

Luo Xia stared coldly at Gen, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "You're the hacker, aren't you?"

"I"

Despite the excruciating pain, Gen was a hacker, and her fingers were the most important part of her body. If they were really severed, even if they were reattached, her hacking skills, which she was so proud of, would be greatly diminished.

The girl could only look at Harold with pleading eyes, but her idol simply held his teacup indifferently, as if he couldn't see her at all.

Seeing Harold's expression, Rorschach understood what was going on.

"hehe."

After a cold laugh, he immediately prepared to twist the bitch's fingers into pieces one by one.

But just then, applause came from the shadows deep inside the warehouse.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

Geb walked out slowly, dressed in his usual impeccably tailored suit, a fake admiration on his face.

"Although I have never underestimated you, what I have seen with my own eyes still surprises me... Is this really something a human can do?"

Upon seeing him appear, a slow smile appeared on Luo Xia's face: "I have many flaws, but only one—"

He slowly raised the muzzle of his gun. "I will never make the same mistake twice."

Geb showed no fear upon hearing this. He raised his right hand, which Rorschach had crippled, and shook his finger while enduring the pain.

“Mr. Butcher, I wouldn’t be so optimistic if I were you.”

He glanced around and smiled confidently, "Don't you think... you're getting ahead of yourself?"

Before he could finish speaking, strange groans suddenly came from all around.

The guards who had been shot and fallen to the ground actually got up one by one.

Their wounds healed at a visible speed, the bullets were squeezed out of their bodies by the writhing flesh, and the blood vessels under their skin gleamed with an unnatural metallic sheen.

These guys have cold eyes and no sense of pain; they seem to be nothing more than a group of manipulated puppets.

Geb explained softly:

"Nano Warriors".

“Everyone has hundreds of millions of nanobots flowing in their blood, which can repair all kinds of damage—whether it’s a gunshot wound, a toxin, or a broken bone.”

He spread his hands. "In other words, they... are indestructible."

Rorschach stared at the enemies who had risen again, and suddenly smiled.

"refuses to die?"

He gave Harold a slight nod to reassure him, then dropped the empty pistol, walked to a corner of the warehouse, and pulled a rusty shovel from a pile of junk.

The sharp edges gleamed coldly under the light.

"Then try this!"

The next second, he rushed into the crowd.

The shovel transformed into a streak of silver light, slashing fiercely into the shoulder of a nanobot warrior and severing his entire arm!
Blood splattered, but the flesh at the wound immediately began to writhe, and the nanobots frantically repaired the damage.

Luo Xia sneered, flicked his wrist, and swept the shovel horizontally!

Click!

Another soldier's legs were severed at the knees, and his body fell to the ground, but the severed limbs were still twitching and trying to reconnect.

"repair?"

Rorschach stepped on the rolling head, raising the shovel high—

"Then we'll chop them down until they're beyond repair!"

The shovel slammed down, the skull exploded, and nanobots poured out of the severed neck like a silver tide, but could never be stitched back together.

Geb's expression finally changed.

Rorschach flicked the blood off his shovel, looked at the remaining enemies, and grinned—

[Hundred Soldiers' Martial Arts Training] Initiated!
The shovel in his hand seemed to suddenly come to life, transforming into a silver whirlwind in his palm.

This is not a simple chopping motion, but a killing art honed through countless trials.

Each strike precisely targets the joints of the nanobots, each swing carrying devastating power.

"Crack!"

A soldier's arm was severed at the shoulder.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the shovel pierced the other's throat.

The nanobots writhed frantically, trying to repair their wounds, but Rorschach's attack was too fast and too brutal!
He was like a sophisticated killing machine, weaving through the crowd, leaving limbs flying wherever he went!
A soldier lunged at him from behind, but Luo Xia didn't turn around and instead cleaved the soldier's head open with a shovel.

Another attacker came from the side, but was kicked away by him with a side kick. Then the shovel flew out of his hand, spinning and severing the necks of three soldiers before flying back into his hand.

ten seconds.

Just ten seconds.

The warehouse suddenly fell silent.

Dozens of headless corpses lay scattered on the ground, their severed necks punctured by silver nanobots that flickered like dying fireflies before finally falling silent.

Luo Xia flicked the blood off the shovel and turned to look at Geb.

The once confident MAGA now stared wide-eyed, his eyes practically bulging out, at the scattered limbs and then at Rorschach, who was covered in blood but unharmed. "Oops~"

Rorschach shrugged at the guy. "What did you just say about them? That they're indestructible?"

Geb swallowed hard in fear, his face completely devoid of the confidence and composure he had shown before.

"Now."

Rorschach dragged the shovel slowly toward the tarpaulin, the metal scraping against the ground with a teeth-grinding sound. "It's time to talk about our accounts."

After walking up to the guy, he suddenly raised the shovel and shoveled downwards!
Poof! ! !

The sharp blade of the shovel cleaved open the left foot covered by the cloth, neatly cutting the leather shoe and foot bone in half.

Amid screams, Rorschach expressionlessly raised the shovel again and, like a gardener trimming weeds, chopped off the five toes of the cloth-covered right foot, one shovelful at a time.

"Who on earth dared to give you the audacity to provoke me again and again!"

He kicked the guy to the ground!
A cold light flashed.

"Crack!"

Gaibu's right wrist snapped instantly, and arterial blood spurted out more than two meters away.

However, Rorschach still hadn't vented his anger.

He thought that with his fearsome reputation, no country or organization in the world would dare to provoke him easily.

First there was the High Table, and now this extreme patriotic organization MAGA has emerged.

These guys seem to think of him as an easy target, constantly pushing his limits, and this time they even dared to set their sights on Harold.

Putting aside his life-and-death friendship with Harold, he could only stay in North America so peacefully when Harold was controlling the [machine].

If something happens to Harold, then he and Anna will also be in trouble.

This sense of crisis enraged him.

"Rorosia, I didn't mean to be your enemy, I..." Geb endured the excruciating pain and tried to beg for mercy.

Ironically, as a well-known leader in the underworld, he had long forgotten the taste of fear.

Now, tasting the bitter fruit again, he doesn't know how to beg for mercy to quell the rage of the killing god before him.

Seeing his disheveled appearance, Luo Xia sneered, raised the blood-dripping shovel, and was about to chop it off at his neck.

But just like the formula of every Hollywood crime movie,
There's always someone who spoils the fun at crucial moments.

They might explain the pros and cons, or they might use threats.

Their goal was to prevent Rorschach from carrying out the killing.

This role is usually played by Harold.
But this time.
"Mr. Butcher, how about you release him for my sake?"

A polite, deep voice rang out.

The sound of gleaming leather shoes clicking on the cement floor echoed inside the warehouse.

Rorschach turned his head and saw that the newcomer was a blond, curly-haired man.

This person had an ordinary appearance, except for a coiled gold cobra pattern embroidered on the lapel of his suit.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Geb struggled to crawl over as if he had seen a savior.

But the man didn't even glance at him, only giving Harold and Rorschach a slight, apologetic bow:
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Finch, Mr. Butcher. My original intention was for Geb to invite you both over, but he's been in Europe for too long and has picked up some arrogance. However, he is, after all, one of our organization's peripheral representatives, so..."

The man looked earnestly at Rorschach:
"Could you spare Geb's life for the sake of us, the Cobra?"

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, sizing up the guy.

He had been wondering how someone like Geb could possibly be qualified to negotiate a deal with the old man and even find a top-tier hacker with skills comparable to Harold to help him.

Now that it seems the other party is actually from [Cobra], it's not surprising.

only.
A fierce glint flashed across Luo Xia's expressionless face, and in full view of everyone, he suddenly swung the shovel down!
"Crack!!!"

Geb's neck snapped instantly, and before he could even let out a final scream, his head rolled to the side of the blond man's shoes.

"Feel sorry."

Luo Xia casually tossed aside the shovel, looked directly at the man, and said seriously, "I never accept compromise."

The man looked down at Geb's unseeing head, his expression shifting slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He put on a professional smile again: "Very well, he should be taught a lesson for offending you two."

As he spoke, he gracefully extended his hand to the two men: "Ron, Cobra's New York Regional Director, I've long admired your names."

Seeing that the two remained unmoved, he continued without changing his expression, "To my shame, although I've been operating in New York for many years, your whereabouts are truly difficult to trace. This time..."

He glanced at the corpse on the ground. "The way we invited them was indeed inappropriate, but we do have important matters to discuss."

Rorschach sneered disdainfully and was about to leave with Harold when he suddenly remembered that there was still a woman he hadn't dealt with.

Just as he was about to take action against Root, Harold unusually stopped him.

“Wait, Rorschach. Let’s hear what they have to say first,” Harold said softly, watching Ron.

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, shrugged indifferently, and dragged a chair over to sit next to Harold.

Seeing that this menacing figure had finally temporarily withdrawn his killing intent, Ron and Root both breathed a sigh of relief.

The four of them sat around a table with a computer.

Ron didn't rush to the main topic. Instead, he respectfully took out his cigar box and bent down to light Rorschach's cigars.

Under their scrutinizing gazes, he finally revealed the true purpose of his trip.
A few minutes later.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Harold's face turned ashen.

Rorschach, however, remained expressionless, legs crossed, casually puffing out cigar smoke.

The cobra's purpose was simple.

From the day the machine made contact with Root, Root, as the organization's top hacker, immediately reported the discovery.

A super AI that monitors the entire United States has created a self-aware "backdoor," which is now seeking help to replace the main consciousness.

Anyone who isn't an idiot can understand the value of machines.

Cobra immediately gave its full support to the backdoor, mobilizing all its hacking resources to try to develop a super virus.

The problem is that, apart from the root, the skill level of other hackers is simply not good enough for a backdoor.

So they must find Harold.

"Ten billion US dollars!"

Ron solemnly held up one finger. "Please don't misunderstand, this isn't some empty check or virtual asset, but real cash! Furthermore, you two will become Cobra's most valued partners. Whatever your needs may be in the future, we will do our utmost to meet them."

Harold paused for a moment, then countered with a question: "You mean you want to pay me 10 billion to help you develop a super virus, and also sell me the source code that controls the backdoor?"

Ron nodded slightly: "If there are any other conditions, we can discuss them. Please believe me, Cobra is absolutely sincere towards you two."

Harold did not respond immediately, but looked at Rorschach.

Rorschach flicked his cigarette ash and said lazily, "The source code for the [backdoor] is not for sale; no price will change that. As for the supervirus..."

He put his arm around Harold's shoulder and smiled at Ron: "I want a hundred nanobombs. Pay for fifty now, and the rest when the virus is finished."

"impossible!"

Ron slammed his fist on the table and stood up immediately: "Nanometer bombs are also not for sale! And a hundred of them? Do you know what you're saying, Mr. Butcher? This is not a show of good faith in negotiations!"

After a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said seriously, "Ten billion US dollars, plus five nano-bombs, to buy the super virus and the machine [backdoor]!"

Harold shook his head, unwilling to communicate with the other party any further.

With his early investments and hacking skills, he could get any amount of money he wanted. Money meant absolutely nothing to him.

As for Rorschach
He exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, "My maternal grandfather was from the S Union, and my mother is half Russian. Do you know what she envied most about America when she first came here?"

Ron didn't understand what the other person meant, but he still politely leaned forward slightly: "I'd like to hear more details."

Rorschach didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you ever ridden a Lada?"

"Rada?" Ron frowned in confusion.

"A type of car produced by S-type joint production."

Rorschach recalled, “My mother always said it was the worst car in the world, as slow as a snail and as crowded as a sardine can.”

His gaze deepened: "After arriving in America, my mother rode in a Cadillac, and she was completely stunned. She said it was the best car she had ever seen, with air conditioning and automatic windows. She always says she hopes I can have a good life and drive such a nice car someday."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

As the ash from his cigar fell silently, he slowly raised his head, fixing his cold gaze on the so-called regional head of the Cobra organization, and said, word by word:

"This is the situation now, Mr. Manager."

"I want a Cadillac, but all you want to do is sell your Lada!"

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