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Chapter 236 The Devil's Island Project

On the African continent, many countries have established their own spheres of influence, with France having the most extensive control.

Relying on the carefully designed CFA franc system, France still controls 14 African countries behind the scenes, including Congo, Cameroon, Gabon, and Senegal, which are all influential countries on the international stage.

But besides France, there is another country that maintains strong control over Africa, especially the resource-rich East Africa region—that is the United States, which skillfully uses a policy of both sweet talk and hard tactics.

Unlike France, which used over a century of economic and trade infiltration to achieve subtle control, the United States relies on more direct military force!

A glance at these operation codenames and operational concepts reveals a lot: Operation Reconstruction of Hope, Water Lily Base, Africa Command, Pan-Sahel Plan, Darfur Intervention, AGOA Act, Operation El Dorado Canyon, African Special Operations Expansion, Bombing of Sudanese Pharmaceutical Factory, Operation Protect the Skies, Return to Somalia
Many countries around the world hate America, but they also have to admit that the US is indeed ruthless and decisive in protecting its interests, and will do whatever it takes to make the biggest noise, especially in Africa.

Over the past decade, the United States has launched numerous military operations in Africa under the guise of counterterrorism, ostensibly to combat terrorists, but in reality to intimidate leaders of various African countries.

Anyone who dares to touch American interests in Africa will be listed as a terrorist the very next day and face endless military strikes.

General Hammer, commander of U.S. forces in East Africa, also has transnational operational authority and plays a key role in political changes in several African countries.

International media have even called him the "Five-Star Chief" and "Africa's MacArthur"!
Of course, some argue that the United States' overall influence in Africa is not as great as that of France, but its control in East Africa is so strong because the elites of various African countries hold assets in the United States.

In order to keep these escape routes, they had no choice but to compromise and cooperate obediently.

Let's not get into the small talk.

In recent days, our "five-star chief" General Hammer, who represents the United States in Africa, has been in a terrible mood.

Lemonnier Military Base in Djibouti, East Africa.

Hammer sat alone on the sofa in his office, smoking one Cuban cigar after another.

On the coffee table in front of him were spread out mission reports, detailing the disastrous failures of various operations he had dispatched to North America a few days earlier.

The documents spread across the coffee table were like pieces of shame, silently mocking his miscalculation.

Hammer took a deep drag on his cigar, his fingers slowly turning the pages of these suffocating reports.

When the last page was closed, the old general's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was so solemn it seemed to drip water.

In the past decade or so, apart from that medal ceremony and the brief trip to assume command of the African garrison, he has never set foot on the North American mainland.

But for a veteran who has spent most of his life on the battlefield, rising from a regular soldier to a commander, no one understands the true combat capabilities of the U.S. military better than him.

Whether it's the regular Army, Navy, and Air Force, or the high-ranking officers of the Special Operations Command, many of them are either his old friends or his students. His understanding of the U.S. military is profound.

That's why, after receiving intelligence from Cobra, he dared to send multiple elite units to infiltrate North America in such a high-profile manner, attempting to seize those new weapons classified as strategic.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

The intelligence from [Cobra] was indeed accurate, with the coordinates and weapon type exactly matching, but the Federation's defense forces were outrageously powerful.

The report shows that both the Counterterrorism Unit (CTU) and the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) have demonstrated combat capabilities beyond imagination.

These agencies, which should have been just ordinary law enforcement departments, possessed combat skills far exceeding those of elite military personnel.

As a result, all of Hammer's meticulously planned operations failed, resulting in the loss of hundreds of elite special forces personnel.

After smoking dozens of packs of cigars and pondering for days, the old general still couldn't figure out how the federal government had managed to do it.
What bothered him even more was that at this moment, the image of a certain person involuntarily surfaced in his mind—Rorschach Butcher.

Those elite special forces members who followed him to overthrow multiple regimes in Africa and carried out high-risk missions every week all fell into the hands of CTU and DHS.

Rorschach, a veteran who had been retired for many years, neglected training, and long since out of touch with real combat, was able to repeatedly cause setbacks for the counterterrorism bureau and the security bureau.
Could this kid be even more formidable than his special forces unit?
Old Han fell into deep thought. He couldn't understand why the federal law enforcement agencies were so excessively powerful, nor could he understand why the CTU and DHS, which could easily annihilate his troops, were completely helpless against Rorschach.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, the Baroness, a high-ranking member of the Cobra organization who always wore a black bodysuit, gracefully walked in.

"General Hammer, our organization has found several more federal weapons research institutes for you, including the VX poison gas missile that you were particularly interested in before."

The Baroness gracefully crossed her legs and sat down: "Equipped with M55 rockets, a single rocket can cover an area at least the size of a football field. Skin contact or inhalation of even a small amount can be fatal within minutes, and this toxic gas can persist for weeks underground or in confined spaces."

The woman curled her red lips meaningfully: "Moreover, the location of this research institute is in San Francisco, which coincides perfectly with your Alcatraz plan. It's a godsend!"

The old man squinted slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking his cigar: "How many?"

"Thirty-five!"

A glint of fanaticism flashed in the Baroness's eyes: "If it's deployed in the city, combined with the daytime sea breeze, it can quickly cover millions of people! This is a true chemical weapon of mass destruction!"

Hammer silently tapped the sofa armrest with his fingers. His gaze fell on the investigation reports of failed missions on the coffee table. Suddenly, he changed the subject: "There's something I find strange."

“Oh? I’d like to hear more.” The Baroness sat down beside him, resting her chin on her hand with great interest.

"Even among the highest levels of the Federation, very few people should know about the information on these research institutes and bases. So where did you, Cobra, get this top-secret intelligence?"

"Is it difficult to understand?"

The Baroness chuckled and waved her hand: "Every year, the organization spends billions of dollars as political donations to buy off middle and upper-level leaders in various countries. We have been making such long-term investments for more than 20 years. Do you think that in these 20 years, we would not have a few trump cards in our hands or have any incriminating evidence against a few key figures?"

The old man glanced at the woman and sneered, "It seems there are quite a few flies from your organization infiltrated into my military base."

The Baroness smiled at this and shrugged noncommittally: "I think some things are better left unsaid. General, you're willing to cooperate with us, isn't it also for mutual benefit? We provide you with intelligence and weapons, and you provide mineral resources. It's a win-win situation, isn't it?"

"But I've now discovered that your intelligence isn't as accurate as you claimed."

Hammer stared coldly at the Baroness: "In the past month, the elite troops I sent to North America have been completely wiped out, and your intelligence on the major federal law enforcement agencies is seriously inaccurate."

“No, no, no, we already agreed that we would only provide you with the address coordinates; the security forces are not included in the agreement.” The Baroness gracefully spread her hands.

Hammer stubbed out his cigarette and slowly stood up: "You're right, so I've decided that starting today, our deal is officially over. Within three days, all of you from Cobra will get out of East Africa! If I ever see any of your people again from the military camp, then you can stay here for the rest of your lives, polluting the yellow earth that buries you."

The Baroness shrugged, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Ha, fine, but I hope General Hammer won't regret his decision in the future."

“I have no regrets.” Hammer turned his back to her, his tone icy.

The office door slammed shut, and the sound of high heels faded into the distance.

When only the old man was left in the office, he went behind his desk, opened the safe, and took out a document.

He already knew the location and specific parameters of the VX poison gas missile development site, but he didn't know the exact quantity.

These missiles were his last resort, a means to threaten and force the federal government to exonerate the thousands of soldiers who had died in Black Ops over the past decade. Now that all other plans had failed, it seemed he could only pin all his hopes on these few dozen poison gas missiles.

After a long silence, he slammed the documents in his hand shut.

This operation must continue, but to ensure its success, he must personally lead the team to North America.

He wanted to show the Federation his determination, not just to personally command the operation.

As a veteran who dedicated his life to the country, he was by no means the kind of politician who would be corrupted by power and wealth. His pursuit over the years has never wavered!

Outside the military base.

On a pickup truck heading to the airport.

The Baroness, holding the satellite phone, said in a light tone, "That's right. The previous casualties have angered the old man, and he has terminated the cooperation."

“I understand. Our people who were lying in wait around him haven’t been exposed yet, and Hammer’s situation is under our control.”

"The proud old lion cannot accept defeat. This time he will definitely lead the team to North America himself. Once he goes, he will surely die. At that time, all the uranium and rare earth resources in East Africa will be ours."

After hanging up the phone, the woman turned her head one last time to look at the military base that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

This "five-star chief," who has dominated Africa for over a decade, is now on his death countdown.

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Chicago.

Inside a cemetery.

Luo Xia was bending down, clearing the weeds in front of his mother's tombstone with meticulous movements, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

This cemetery is over a hundred years old, and the staff who look after it are all elderly people from the town. They can be relied on to watch the gate, but if you're expecting them to clean it, forget it.

Besides Rorschach, Ginny, dressed casually, was also diligently wiping the tombstone.

Sweat was beading on the young woman's face, but she remained focused on her work, not wanting to miss a single speck of dust.

Seeing this, Luo Xia felt a warmth in his heart and couldn't help but reach out and put his arm around Ginny's shoulder, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

However, Ginny, who had been inseparable from him the whole way, gently pushed him away this time. She winked at the tombstone and said seriously, "This is Auntie's resting place, be serious!"

"Uh, okay." Luo Xia also felt a little uncomfortable and awkwardly let go of her hand.

That's right, he came all the way from New York to Chicago specifically to visit his mother's grave on the anniversary of her death.

He originally intended to come alone to mourn, but after telling Ginny about his plans, she insisted on coming along and refused to let him bear this longing alone.

And so, for the first time in a long time, there were two people visiting the grave.

Rorschach remembered that the last time he came to sweep the grave, it was just him and Director Griffin.

“My mother’s biggest wish used to be that I would get into Columbia Law School and become a lawyer.”

Luo Xia plopped down on the ground, staring silently at the inscription on the tombstone: "Do you know why?"

"High income? High social status?" Ginny tilted her head and guessed.

Luo Xia smiled and shook his head: "When I was a child, almost every poor person in the neighborhood would encounter countless lawsuits and be troubled by all kinds of legal disputes. They didn't have money to hire good lawyers, so they could only be slaughtered and suffer a lot."

“My mother told me to study hard, become a lawyer and fight cases for the poor so that families like ours would not be bullied.”

Ginny's eyes reddened slightly: "Auntie is so kind."

She raised her hand and gently patted Luo Xia's back, wanting to offer him some comfort.

But Luo Xia wasn't as fragile as she thought. She said firmly, "But if she saw me now, I don't think she would be disappointed, because I'm fighting for justice and fairness for more people, only in a more direct and effective way."

Ginny sighed softly, gazing at him tenderly: "Have you thought about how long it will take to end all this?"

She said with concern, "If your aunt were still here, she probably wouldn't object to what you're doing, but she would definitely want to end all of this as soon as possible. After all, no mother wants to see her child in danger every day."

Rorschach pondered for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips:
"It's coming soon. I have a feeling that it might not be long, maybe a month, maybe two months, before we reach the end and completely stop all of this."

Ginny didn't say anything, but simply rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

The two embraced quietly, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, Rorschach abruptly turned his head to look at the woods to the side, and at the same time, a pistol appeared in his hand instantly.

But just as he was about to fire and lock onto his target, the trigger in his hand stopped.

"You guys?"

Four figures emerged from the woods, the two leading them being the brothers Connor and Murphy!
"Hahaha! Boss! We've finally found you!"

"Rorschach!!! We're back!"

Upon seeing him, the two brothers excitedly opened their arms and rushed over, their faces beaming with the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

Although Luo Xia was somewhat surprised, he happily went forward to greet her.

"Shit, what are you two doing back in Chicago again?" He put his arm around their shoulders and patted their backs hard.

The Irish brothers exchanged a smile: "We originally went to New York first, but after searching there for several days, we couldn't find any news about you. Murphy was the smart one; he remembered that these two days are Mary's death anniversary, and given your personality, you would most likely come back to sweep her grave. So we came here in advance to wait for you."

"Haha, you guys are something else."

Luo Xia laughed heartily, then looked at the two women following behind the two brothers.

Ok?
Why are these two girls dressed like prostitutes?
"Never mind all that, let's go! Let's go to the Ellebo Bar and have a good drink with Xiao Kai, and tell me what you've been through lately."

Just as Luo Xia was about to call everyone to set off, his phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the contact information above, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

How strange! What day is it today? Why are all the people I want to see gathered together?

(End of this chapter)