North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 245 Eastern Special Agent: Wu Jing?

When watching movies, we often hear Hollywood reports about a familiar box office statistic—North American box office.

It is worth noting that this "North America" ​​does not only refer to the United States, but also includes Canada, the land of maple leaves.

American media outlets typically include Canada in their statistics for several reasons, including close economic ties between the two countries, similar cultural consumption habits, and coordinated marketing strategies.
Of course, these cultural identity factors are secondary; the most crucial point is that this reflects America's naked hegemony.

The United States maintains dozens of military bases in Canada, the CIA has infiltrated the Canadian government extensively, and the Pentagon's missile defense system directly covers the entire territory of Canada.

In some ways, Canada is no different from the self-governing territory of the United States.

If Britain and Japan are America's most loyal watchdogs in the 21st century, then Canada is America's private domain.

Yet this tightly controlled country has been secretly developing a research project—the "Magic Staff"—that could shake America's cyber hegemony for over a decade!
The bad news is that despite years of massive investment in research and development, the Canadian government has been unable to break through key technological bottlenecks.

The good news is that the two core researchers of the project eventually led them out of the laboratory, and they miraculously completed the final debugging during their escape.

It was all hand-rubbed out!

The "magic staff," touted as having the ability to hack into and control all computer systems in the world, unexpectedly appeared, shocking the globe!
Faced with such a deadly threat, the US authorities were naturally furious when the news broke.

We station troops on your soil, provide you with a nuclear umbrella, offer you security guarantees, provide economic assistance, and even share intelligence resources, yet you secretly develop this dangerous weapon. What exactly are you trying to achieve?!

The federal government will naturally not show any mercy to this younger brother who is starting to show signs of rebellion.

From the moment the "Staff" was revealed, Northern Command immediately activated its rapid response plan. The NSA mobilized all its hacking forces to besiege Toronto, and all dormant agents embedded in various Canadian departments were awakened.

The Counterterrorism Bureau and the CIA dispatched a large number of elite agents to infiltrate Toronto and launch a full-scale manhunt.

However, the two geniuses who developed the [Divine Staff] were not fools. They immediately posted the news on the dark web, attracting buyers from all over the world.

Among them are many major powers and organizations that are completely unafraid of American pressure!

"Brother, what's so special about this building? We've been watching it for two days, and apart from some wealthy businessmen and politicians, we haven't seen anything special."

Outside a 100-story skyscraper in downtown Toronto.

The Irish brothers, disguised as tourists, each held a hot coffee and casually looked around.

Hearing his brother's words, Murphy sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "Nothing unusual? In this ordinary office building, the people coming in and out these past two days have been nothing but Forbes billionaires and intelligence officials from major countries. You call that nothing unusual?"

"Oh, right."

Connor scratched his head sheepishly and leaned casually against the railing, but in reality, he had memorized every suspicious person who entered or left the building.

Murphy tightened the collar of his down jacket.

In December, the wind in Canada is even more biting than in Chicago, cutting into your collar like a knife.

They were urgently transferred to Canada a few days ago after receiving a call from Rorschach.

The specific tasks were not specified; they were only required to keep a close watch on the building and record information on all people entering and leaving.

Not far away, two other monitors were also carrying out the same task.

Dressed in a sophisticated outfit, Nikita gracefully crossed her long legs as she slowly flipped through a magazine in the coffee shop, her sharp gaze behind sunglasses occasionally sweeping over every customer in the store.

Luni disguised herself as a street artist, setting up her easel next to a telephone pole to sketch portraits of passing tourists, secretly recording every suspicious detail.

Compared to their Irish brothers, the women, who had trained with the KGB ballet company or the Continental Hotel, were better at covert reconnaissance.

To the average person, they are no different from the passersby on the street, except that they are more attractive.

But they discovered more clues.

Whether it's the surrounding shops or the passersby, many faces appear repeatedly on the same day, their eyes always inadvertently glancing towards that building.

Clearly, these people were also after the building, each with their own ulterior motives.

It's unclear whether their target is the people inside the building or something hidden there.

Just then, the appearance of a man alerted the two women.

He was an Asian man with a crew cut, a lean build, and a brisk gait.

After "accidentally" bumping into a staff member at the building entrance, he immediately apologized with a smile and then quickly blended into the crowd.

But they keenly noticed that, in the instant of the collision, the man skillfully slipped a card from their inner pocket.
Nikita's eyes sharpened. She placed a banknote on the table, then gracefully rose to straighten her skirt.

Luni quickly packed up her art supplies, gave the waiting customers an apologetic smile, put her paintbrushes into her bag, and followed them at a leisurely pace.

The Irish brothers, who were pretending to take a selfie on the street, noticed the two women's unusual behavior and exchanged glances.

"These two girls seem to have spotted some big fish. Should we follow them and take a look?"

"Of course, they're on our side!"

The two brothers threw down their coffee cups and followed quietly behind.

The four of them tacitly maintained their distance, all focusing their attention on the agile-looking Asian man in a dark jacket.

Meanwhile, inside a safe house a few blocks away.

Counterterrorism agents, disguised as ordinary citizens, are inspecting weapons and equipment and listening to Jack's instructions.

"The auction is scheduled for 2 a.m., when the streets are empty. Two hours beforehand, I need our people to fill three blocks around the building."

"Remember, intelligence organizations and terrorists worldwide are watching this place. If the target isn't acquired after the auction, immediately activate Plan B—kill anyone who stands in your way!"

"The General Administration will be responsible for the aftermath! None of you need to worry about taking responsibility!"

The agents nodded silently and tucked their silenced pistols into their armpit holsters.

These people are the most elite troops of the Counterterrorism Bureau, and many of them have unique identification codes behind their ears, which are unique to the top agents of the Counterterrorism Bureau.

To seize the Staff of God, which could potentially threaten the Machine, the Counterterrorism Bureau has staked everything, deploying almost its entire force.

"Sir," an agent suddenly asked, "intelligence indicates the target is hiding in the VIP vault on the top floor of the building, guarded only by a few third-rate mercenaries. Why don't we just storm it?"

These words made everyone in the room eager to try, and they all thought they should launch a surprise attack at night and strike first.

Jack coldly surveyed the room, his fingers slamming heavily on the table: "Do you know the specific activation method of the [Scepter]? Do you know the key algorithm for activating the scepter? Or are you absolutely certain that you can remove the target from the scene intact, ensuring data integrity, right in front of agents from various countries and terrorist organizations?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances.

The information circulating on the dark web is scarce. All they know is that the "scepter" that is said to be able to hack into all systems is an encrypted card the size of a playing card; all other key parameters are unknown.

It wasn't that the intelligence agencies were incompetent; it was simply because the situation developed too suddenly.

From the time the project was leaked to the time the auction announcement was made, less than a week had passed; they didn't even have time to complete a basic investigation.

“Remember!” Jack slammed his fist on the tactics board. “Our primary mission is to bring the [Scepter] and those two developers back to Washington intact. The destruction procedure should only be initiated if a peaceful handover is deemed impossible. Otherwise, the integrity of the objective must be paramount!”

He suddenly sneered, "I think you've gotten too used to things going smoothly lately. Let me tell you, Rorschach Butcher is very likely in Toronto right now. Do you think you have the ability to snatch food from his jaws and escape unscathed?" "Rorschach Butcher?!"

The name made everyone stand up as if they had been electrocuted.

Over the past six months, this man has become a nightmare for the counterterrorism department!
They invested countless people to lay a tight net, yet they couldn't even figure out his movements.

Just 24 hours earlier, he had carried out one of the most horrific terrorist attacks in U.S. history in San Francisco, and even hijacked the national television signal in front of the president to announce the official establishment of his terrorist organization, "Spectre."

They were extremely arrogant and lawless!
Jack's words successfully ignited the fighting spirit and morale of the agents present. They quickly adjusted their mindset, stopped raising objections, and began to efficiently carry out their respective tasks.

Soon, apart from the electronic monitoring team members, all other action teams and tactical support members were fully equipped and deployed according to the pre-arranged plan.

With a heavy heart, Jack put on a baseball cap, disguised himself briefly, and left the safe house, blending into the Toronto street scene in the evening.

He walked thoughtfully down the street as the neon lights began to illuminate the scene, his mind replaying the horrific attack in San Francisco, each frame a shocking image.

In his view, the most serious consequence of Rorschach's operation was not the material losses, but the complete enrage of the military.

It should be noted that the Navy only has ten Nimitz-class aircraft carriers, most of which are already outdated and beyond their service life.

Now that an entire carrier battle group is almost completely destroyed, the military's hatred for Rorschach will likely reach an unprecedented level of irreconcilable enmity.

It seems that the next time the Federation locates Rorschach, they will likely deploy an entire bomber squadron to carry out indiscriminate attacks, leaving him no chance to escape.

Jack sighed inwardly.

To be honest, he didn't have much hostility or affection for Rorschach. The reason he secretly helped him was simply because he couldn't stand Perari's framing and wanted to uphold justice.

But it was only after learning that his daughter Ginny had developed feelings for Rorschach that he began to re-evaluate this dangerous young man for the first time.

In his view, this young man was exceptionally courageous and had lofty ideals, but unfortunately, he was probably not long for this world.
Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"The head of the counter-terrorism bureau, in a foreign country, actually dared to walk alone on the street."

On a bench not far away, Rorschach put down his newspaper and watched him with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of encountering terrorists who might seek revenge?"

Jack paused for a moment, then calmly replied, "I think besides you, probably no one in this world would dare to be so presumptuous in front of me."

Luo Xia chuckled and patted the seat next to him. "Long time no see, sit down and chat?"

Jack strode forward without flinching, sat down, and asked directly, "Who exactly is that hacker in your organization?"

“A hacker?” Luo Xia shrugged. “I met him at an internet cafe. I saw that he typed really fast, so I told him I had a job opportunity, and he accepted.”

".OK."

Knowing that the kid wouldn't answer the question directly, Jack didn't press the matter further and instead asked, "I think you should also know about the existence of the [machine] by now?"

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

Jack continued in a low voice, "Then you must know very well what the [Staff] means to the Counterterrorism Bureau. We will never allow anything that could threaten the [Machine] to fall into the hands of others, no one!"

His eyes sharpened: "If you have even a shred of respect or gratitude for me, I hope you'll withdraw from this competition now. Otherwise, I will show you no mercy."

"Whoa!" Rorschach exaggeratedly raised his hands, revealing a nonchalant smile. "Don't be so serious, okay? It's just a small chip, relax."

He blinked. "I promise I'll go easy on you if you run into anyone from your counter-terrorism unit, and won't make things too difficult for you. After all—"

Rorschach drawled meaningfully, “You’re Ginny’s father, which means you’re my future father-in-law. No matter how much I mess around, I wouldn’t bully my own family.”

"Fake Squid!"

Jack instantly flew into a rage, pointing at Rorschach's nose with veins bulging, but aside from uttering that curse, he was momentarily speechless.

Seeing this, Luo Xia quickly waved his hand to reassure her, "Actually, I came to see you today not to provoke you. There are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I just haven't found the right opportunity."

Jack narrowed his eyes, then his expression suddenly changed drastically. He grabbed Rorschach's collar and his voice trembled: "Ginny is pregnant?!"

"Huh? No, no, no!" Luo Xia immediately broke free, laughing and crying at the same time: "Of course not! I only have sex with her a dozen times a week at most, how could it be possible to get someone pregnant so quickly."

"A dozen or so times a week?"

Jack's face turned ashen; he wished he could smash the guy's head in the fist.

At the same time, he was filled with regret, thinking he should have transferred Ginny to Washington earlier.

Underwood had originally arranged a promising job for Ginny in Congress, and he was planning to transfer her there soon. But after yesterday's White House gas attack, he dared not let his only daughter come to Washington.

"So," Jack said, barely suppressing his anger, "what the hell are you trying to say?"

Luo Xia suddenly became serious: "I hope you will seriously consider joining my camp."

Jack sneered, looking the arrogant young man up and down with a mocking gaze.

Rorschach continued, “You know better than I how corrupt and incompetent the current federal cabinet officials are. Take what happened in San Francisco yesterday, for example. General Hammer was just trying to get justice for the fallen soldiers and fight for the compensation they deserved. But what did the White House do?”

"They're utterly insane, even willing to sacrifice the San Francisco coast by directly bombarding Alcatraz! Do you think a normal government would do something like that?"

"Is this kind of federation worthy of your sworn loyalty?"

Jack slowly shook his head, his tone icy: "So you mean, you want me to give up my position as head of the Counterterrorism Bureau and become a henchman for your Spectre?"

"Well, actually our salaries are quite good."

"Idiot."

Jack scoffed, gave Rorschach a final, fierce glare, and then got up to leave.

"The White House has ordered that if the 'Staff' falls into enemy hands, a long-range missile strike should be launched at all costs. Just so you know, the entire territory of Canada is within the range of the US missile defense system."

Without turning his head, he left those words and strode away, disappearing around the street corner.

Rorschach watched Jack's departing figure, shrugged helplessly, and did not try to stop him.

He knew all along that the chances of persuading this stubborn old man were slim, but since they were both in Toronto, he had to find an opportunity to talk again.

He casually tossed the newspaper into the trash can, straightened his collar, and was about to leave when his phone suddenly rang.

As soon as the call connected, I heard Murphy's panicked voice.

After listening, Luo Xia frowned and asked, "Wait, you just said that the four of you were tracking an Asian agent, but you were all captured and wiped out?"

"That's right, this guy just tied us all up and said our boss has to come and ransom us."

"Fuck! Which bastard is so arrogant? Is he Japanese?"

"No, he seems to be of East Asian descent. He said his name is Wu Jing!"

"Wow—fire?!"

(This is not a joke; this "Wu Jing" is from the American TV series "The Blacklist," a top Eastern spy! The image is from the internet.)
(End of this chapter)