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Chapter 227 You forget thousands of things every day, why not forget this one too!

"Bang bang bang-"

Inside the office building.

Gunshots rang out continuously.

During the morning rush hour, the sudden gunshots not only startled commuters inside the building, causing them to scatter in panic, but also instantly blocked the area outside the building, leading passersby to believe that a terrorist attack had taken place.

There was a misconception circulating on the Simplified Chinese internet about how Eastern and Western attitudes toward shooting incidents.

Many people from the University of Tokyo believe that given the frequent gun battles in the United States, local residents must have long been accustomed to them and would not panic and run away when faced with gunfire. Instead, they would calmly find cover, locate the gunman, and determine their escape route.

However, the students of Tokyo University, who have long lived in a gun-free environment, are more likely to panic in similar incidents.

But this is a complete and utter fallacy.

Because when a gunfight actually breaks out, American civilians are definitely the fastest to run away—because they know better than anyone the destructive power of bullets and the danger of stray bullets.

In contrast, at Tokyo University, even if someone were to fire a real gun in the street, most passersby would first suspect that the gun was loaded with firecrackers.

escape?
nonexistent.

Unless you see a bloody corpse with your own eyes, in this gun-free country, people will only think of gun owners as stupid idiots playing pranks with toy guns.

Just look at the scene downstairs right now and you'll understand:
Upon hearing the gunshots, the crowd bent over, covered their heads, and scattered in all directions, with no one daring to stop and watch or wait for the police.

"Click."

He released his fingers from the blinds.

Luo Xia withdrew his gaze and re-examined the office area on this floor.

Five minutes had passed since he arrived.

In those five minutes, from the moment the elevator doors opened, he swept through the corridor, from one office to another, then to the meeting rooms and the lounge area, armed with two guns.
The gun never stopped spitting fire, and bullets poured out of the extended magazine, ultimately becoming invitations to death, taking away one vibrant life after another.

One after another, the corpses in suits lay sprawled on the floor, all of them shot in vital areas, dying instantly.

"Gone?"

He looked down at his feet.

Kneeling there was a man in a suit, his face pale and covered in cold sweat—Ron, the New York regional head of the Cobra organization.

Just an hour ago, he was using satellite weapons to make Luo Xia look miserable in the warehouse, but now he was like an old dog with its spine broken, trembling as he looked around.

This is one of Cobra's bases in New York.

There were six other similar strongholds throughout New York, but in the past hour, they had all been wiped out by Rorschach, leaving only this last one.

Ron didn't answer, he just nodded dejectedly.

Seeing this, Luo Xia scoffed disdainfully and continued searching this floor for any remaining survivors.

There is an Eastern saying: "The truly wise live in seclusion in the city."

This statement also applies to the West.

Based on Rorschach's observations over this period, regardless of size or strength, these underground organizations' bases are almost always located in city centers, unlike what is depicted in movies where they are hidden in remote wilderness, abandoned factories, or deep mountain fortresses.

Cobra's strongholds in New York are either in the heart of Manhattan or in the upscale resorts of Long Island; none of them are remote or shabby, but all are located in prime, expensive areas.

On the floor where he is now, the Mare Falk's Wall Street is right below, and you can even see the flamboyant golden bull from the window.

Rorschach wouldn't believe a word that there weren't Jews covering for Cobra.

"Ah……"

Rorschach couldn't help but sneer.

He suddenly realized that all the events he had encountered during this period seemed to have the influence of Jewish forces.

It seems we should give these shrewd, wandering people a bloody lesson so they'll remember it.

"Oh!"

He kicked open the toilet stall door, and before the guy inside could draw his gun and retaliate, a bullet had already pierced his forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

Rorschach did not feel that he was indiscriminately killing innocent people.

Even before the gunshots rang out, the ordinary people on this floor had already screamed and fled, and he did not stop them.

Those who dared to shoot at him, or those who deliberately remained hidden, were undoubtedly die-hard members of Cobra.

"Bang bang bang-"

Another gunshot rang out.

The entire floor was completely cleared.

Ron wasn't stubborn.

Rorschach used less than 20% of the interrogation techniques he had learned in the army to extract the information he wanted.

He has now completely destroyed all of Cobra's strongholds in New York.

Dragging Ron, whose legs were broken, Rorschach walked into the guy's office.

In the spacious room, besides the desk and leather executive chair, there was only a huge monitor hanging on the opposite wall.

Rorschach tapped the table with his finger, his gaze sweeping over Ron, who lay slumped on the floor like a rag doll.

This guy seemed to have truly resigned himself to his fate. After weakly reciting the password, he collapsed to the ground, barely alive. It looked like he had lost too much blood and was about to die.

Rorschach shrugged, ignoring him, and found the man Ron referred to as the leader in his contacts, making a video call.

A few seconds later, the large screen in front of us flickered, and soon a middle-aged man in a suit and tie with his hair perfectly styled appeared on the screen.

The two stared at each other in silence for several seconds, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost frozen, neither of them speaking first.

"Rorschach Butcher."

In an underground fortress some overseas.

McClane stared silently at the man on the screen, but finally couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly before speaking first:
"I think there must be some misunderstanding between us."

His gaze swept lightly over Ron, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and he explained without changing his expression:

“Ron has been in New York for too long, and may not have conveyed some of my instructions accurately, which led to the conflict between you. But now it seems that he has received the punishment he deserved.”

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Rorschach's expression turned strange. He wondered if these guys had all attended the same rhetoric training course and prepared a set of lines specifically for this kind of situation.

This is what Ron said when Geb was under his control.

Now that Ron has been subdued, the Cobra leader is still using the same excuse.

It's so hypocritical it's laughable.

McCullen appears to have learned of the destruction of all his New York locations.

But to Rorschach's surprise, the other party did not show much anger, let alone be furious.

The man took off his glasses and wiped them lightly before saying calmly, "If nothing unexpected happens, you have already killed over a hundred of my Cobra agents this morning, including more than twenty nanobots that are worth more than their weight in gold."

Without looking up, he continued, "If you haven't vented your anger yet, there are actually a few safe houses in New York that Ron doesn't know the locations of. I can tell you, so you can vent your anger properly."

After saying that, McClane put his glasses back on and smiled at the camera: "Consider this Cobra's apology for what happened this morning, for you and Mr. Finch."

Luo Xia tapped his fingers lightly on the table, staring expressionlessly at the polite man on the screen.

It must be said that this leader of the "Cobra" named McCullen has an extraordinary demeanor and manner of speaking.

Even Luo Xia himself was somewhat surprised by the other party's calm and composed demeanor.

"But what I'm saying is, if you've had enough revenge, you might as well forget what happened in the last twelve hours."

McClane opened his arms wide, smiling as if catching up with an old friend: "Let's sit down like this, forget about those unpleasant misunderstandings, and talk about cooperation. Trust me, Rorschach."

His expression suddenly turned unusually serious: "I can tell you very directly, the [machine] is very important to Cobra. With it, I can do many things you can't even imagine. I can completely destroy an entire North American financial system, make America's global hegemony disappear completely! Even make it split up! Make this arrogant empire crumble! Isn't this what you've always wanted to do most?"

McClane extended his hand in an inviting gesture: "Now, the opportunity is before you. I formally invite you and Mr. Finch to join [Cobra], and the terms we discussed before, whether cash or nanobombs, will be yours as well. Come on, Rorschach, one person can't take on America alone; you need a powerful organization!"

Rorschach listened and nodded; frankly, he actually agreed with the guy's point of view.

Given Harold's personality, the "backdoor" in his hands probably only plays a fraction of its true potential.

Of course, this doesn't mean Harold wouldn't use the "backdoor." On the contrary, it's precisely because he understands the true power of the "machine" so well that he's so restrained and doesn't dare to easily cross that dangerous line.

But if its "backdoor" were given to Rorschach or Cobra, that would be a different story.
And most importantly, Rorschach is genuinely curious about organizations like Cobra.

First came nanobombs, then nano-soldiers and satellite weapons.
This is something that even the Federation doesn't have, yet it was researched and developed by an underground organization!
It is conceivable that this organization must have other cutting-edge technologies that have not yet been revealed, unfathomable research and development capabilities, and immeasurable resource reserves.

Seeing that Rorschach seemed somewhat tempted, McCallen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and continued, "We are not enemies, Rorschach. I know you have a close relationship with General Hammer in Africa. I can tell you that my organization is cooperating with Hammer. Before long, you will see the results of our cooperation, which will definitely amaze you."

After finishing his speech, he finally stopped and confidently awaited Rorschach's response.

From the beginning of the video until now, Luo Xia hasn't uttered a single word; it's been the guy constantly extending olive branches and demonstrating his strength.

After his long speech ended, Rorschach suddenly laughed.

He calmly stared at McClane on the screen: "You just said I've had enough revenge?"

McClane shrugged dismissively: "Isn't that right? Do you know how much effort and money Cobra put into planting these agents and building these bases in New York? Now you've burned it all to ashes."

Rorschach slowly shook his head: "No, this is not revenge. Bullets? Pistols? This is just a small greeting."

He stared at the leader of the cobras and said, word by word, "You have not seen my true revenge, but you will soon. Believe me, that day is not far off. When I find you, the ocean will be ablaze."

McClane narrowed his eyes slightly: "Rorschach, I thought you weren't an impulsive person, but now it seems I overestimated you."

“You broke the rules first,” Luo Xia interrupted coldly. “No one can use my family and friends to coerce me into doing things.”

"That was just a misunderstanding!"

McClane raised her voice: "You forget thousands of things every day, why not forget this one too!"

Rorschach chuckled and stood up.

He slowly adjusted the cuffs of his leather jacket, his gaze falling on the red leather jacket that had been laser-ripped on his shoulder, his expression gradually hardening.

"Because you ruined my leather jacket!"

After saying that, he grabbed a pistol from the table and swiftly and cleanly shot Ron, who was lying on the ground barely alive, in the head!

"Bang bang bang-!"

The magazine was emptied instantly.

When the smoke cleared, only a mangled, headless corpse remained on the ground.

Rorschach shook the hot barrel of his gun and turned to stride away from the bloody scene.

But McClane on the screen suddenly raised his voice: "Wait! Rorschach Butcher!"

His voice was icy: "Don't forget, your former superior, General Hammer, is now our partner. Your attitude will directly affect how I treat him in our cooperation."

Rorschach slowly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head and sneered, "Look at you bunch of scumbags. You can't think of any decent negotiation skills other than resorting to such despicable tactics as coercion?"

He glanced at the screen one last time and replied casually, "Then bring it on. But I also have to tell you, if that old man finds out you're using him as a bargaining chip, he'll be the first to turn his gun on you."

bang——

The door was slammed shut.

In the empty room, McCarran's expression on the screen shifted between light and shadow.

A woman in tight-fitting clothes and sunglasses quietly approached: "The negotiations...failed?"

McClane nodded slightly and replied thoughtfully, "It's strange. I've studied a lot of information about Rorschach. Logically speaking, our [Cobra] goals should be highly aligned with his ideals, but he seems to harbor strong hostility towards us."

The baroness gave him a strange look.

Given Rorschach's rabid and vengeful nature, you guys set a trap, kidnapped his friend, and even tried to kill him on the spot with a satellite weapon.
If he could sit down and negotiate a deal calmly, he wouldn't be Rorschach.

"Forget it, they're in New York anyway, they can't escape. Let's take care of Old Man Mo's business first."

McCallum asked in a deep voice, "How's it going in Africa?"

The Baroness smiled confidently: "Old Han Mo is furious. He sent so many elite special forces, but they were all wiped out by the Department of Homeland Security and the Counterterrorism Bureau. He's almost ready to bring his own army here."

McClane sneered, "The old guy's been in Africa too long, he's lost his mind. I only provided him with intelligence, I never guaranteed a success rate."

His face suddenly darkened: "Keep a close eye on his movements. If this old guy gets really angry and decides to come to North America in person, strike immediately! Be quick, accurate, and ruthless! Don't give him any chance to survive!"

The Baroness nodded respectfully: "Rest assured, the military bases in East Africa have been almost completely infiltrated. Once the time is right, this old man will be dead for sure, and everything he has done will be a boon to our [Cobra]!"

(End of this chapter)