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Chapter 249 "We will both die, but not today!"

"Ha, you're crazy."

Jack, too lazy to say anything more, simply hung up the phone.

He was sitting in a command vehicle disguised as a delivery truck.

After picking him up, the car immediately drove away from the scene at top speed, away from the central area of ​​the building.

How long until the missile hits?

"About three to four minutes. It has now entered the terminal guidance phase. At the Tomahawk's cruising speed, it should hit the target accurately within four minutes, barring any unforeseen circumstances." The subordinate quickly calculated the missile parameters, his tone grave.

Jack nodded slightly and closed his eyes to rest.

He had given Luo Xia chances before; in fact, knowing that a missile was about to strike, he personally appeared at the building to warn the kid to back off in time.

But that guy was so arrogant that he completely ignored his good intentions and acted as if he wanted to die.

"Ugh"

Jack rubbed his temples in exasperation.

If Rorschach really died here, Ginny would probably never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
His expression wavered slightly, but when he lowered his hand, his face returned to its cold and stern expression.

Just as he had always believed—although Rorschach certainly had his merits, given the blood on that kid's hands, even if he really died, Jack might feel a little regret, but he would never feel guilty.

Inside the safe house, Harold paced back and forth anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.

"It's over. It's all over."

His voice trembled, “Cobra’s men will be rushing to the rooftop soon. These guys are soldiers modified by nanites; they’ll fight to the death unless their heads are completely severed. But the missile will be hitting in a few minutes, and Rorschach won’t have enough time to escape!”

Clyde was equally anxious. He stared intently at the screen, deep in thought, and suddenly suggested, "Could we use a machine to hack into the Canadian air defense system? And launch interceptor missiles to intercept them when they enter Toronto's airspace?"

"This"

Harold fell into thought and did not respond immediately.

But the others in the earpiece immediately erupted in an uproar upon hearing this:

“That makes sense! I remember the Canadian Air Defense Command is located in Toronto, where Patriot and ADATS air defense systems are deployed. Intercepting a Tomahawk missile is entirely feasible!”

"Harold? Can you handle it?"

"Canada's cybersecurity level can't be higher than the Pentagon's, right? It should be a piece of cake for you."

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However, Harold shook his head gravely and explained in a deep voice, "The core computing power of the [Machine] is located in the United States. In other words, Canada is not within the coverage area of ​​the [Machine]'s AI system. Hacking into the Canadian air defense system requires manual operation from me. Normally, this wouldn't be difficult; it would only take ten minutes. But now…"

He slammed his fist on the table: "You've all seen it, there's simply not enough time! Infiltrate a country's air defense system in two or three minutes? That's an air defense network, with the highest level of security!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and stopped urging them on; the atmosphere instantly froze.

They knew Harold's character; if he could really do it, he would have done it already. His current inaction only showed that he was truly powerless.

"Fake."

Clyde punched the wall.

But the next second, he suddenly sprang up from his chair, grabbed the gun holster on the table, slung it over his shoulder, and rushed toward the door.

“Clyde? Where are you going?” Harold called out to him hurriedly.

“Rorschach avenged my wife and daughter, and he gave me my life.” Clyde said without turning his head. “I can’t just watch him die. I have to go help him.”

He turned his head with a resolute smile, his voice firm: "It's not time to give up yet, buddy."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed shut, leaving only the deafening roar of a motorcycle.

Meanwhile, Anna, who had already retreated outside the building, suddenly stopped and was leading Walter toward the safe house with Caitlin.

"What's wrong?" Caitlin turned around in confusion.

Anna suddenly cursed, "Fuck! Damn Rorschach!"

She shoved Walter toward Caitlin and quickly checked the magazines: "Take him away, as far away as possible. I'm going back."

"What?!" Caitlin's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice rising, "Are you crazy? The missiles are coming, are you going back to die?"

“I don’t know how to explain it either.” Anna cocked her gun deftly, gritting her teeth. “It’s all that bastard Rorschach’s fault, always forcing people to do stupid things!”

Caitlin stood there, stunned, and was horrified to find herself also having the urge to go back and help.

Fortunately, reason prevailed in time—she was now a billionaire, there was no need for her to take risks, bringing Walter back would be a great achievement.

Caitlin took a deep breath and pulled Walter into the car parked on the side of the road.

But suddenly another group of people rushed out of the hall, and upon seeing Anna and Caitlin holding Walter captive, they opened fire without saying a word, bullets scattering sparks on the concrete floor.

"Hand over that kid!" The leader grinned as he raised his shotgun.

Clearly, this is also a "smart person" who understands that capturing Walter will give him the upper hand.

The sudden attack caught Anna and Caitlin off guard. The two could only help Walter tumble behind the car, using the vehicle as cover to look for an opportunity to fight back.

"boom--!"

A precise bullet suddenly whizzed past them from behind, followed by a dense barrage of submachine gun fire that instantly suppressed the enemies in front of the gate.

Anna turned around in surprise and found that the people who came to their aid were two men and two women.

And she actually knew all of these people.

"Who are these people?" Caitlin gripped her pistol warily.

“Rorschach’s friends and the people he saved,” Anna explained briefly.

After all the enemies were wiped out, she dragged Walter to the Irish brothers, skipping all the pleasantries.

Rorschach had obviously mentioned Anna's identity to the Irish brothers, so the two groups weren't very wary when they met.

After quickly explaining Rorschach's current predicament, Anna instructed them to keep an eye on Walter and evacuate him to the safe house as soon as possible, while she prepared to return to the battlefield.

To everyone's surprise, the Irish brothers, Nikita, and Luni not only disobeyed the instructions, but instead drew their guns and cocked them, their eyes filled with urgency.

"You..." Anna was interrupted before she could finish speaking, watching the figure rush past her and head towards the building.

"Stop dawdling!" Connor yelled, turning around. "Hurry up and catch up, or it'll be too late!"

Anna stood there, stunned. These people clearly knew the seriousness of the situation just as much as she did, yet they acted with even more recklessness than she did.

The group rushed into the hall and bumped into John as he came out of the emergency exit.

The guy had already put his dislocated arm back in place. When he saw them, he grinned and led them straight to the service elevator, going all the way to the top floor.

Inside the elevator, everyone tacitly checked the weapons and ammunition while recalibrating their watches.

According to Harold's estimate through the headset, they had at most three minutes to grab people and evacuate.

“You all know we might die here, right?” Anna suddenly broke the silence.

The group exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

"Alright, then I won't say any more."

Anna deftly kicked off her high heels and stretched her ankles: "I've heard that people die very quickly in high-temperature explosions, without even feeling any pain. In that case, let's kill them all now!"

Everyone smiled knowingly.

But Murphy quickly interjected, "Even if a missile hits, it's unlikely to flatten the entire building. Modern reinforced concrete is the best protective layer. We're more likely to be crushed to death by the collapse of the top floor than burned to ashes."

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An eerie silence fell over the elevator.

"Ding--"

The door opened, and everyone gritted their teeth and rushed out.

But the expected chaotic battle scene did not appear—only a single man with a crew cut from the East was fighting against a large number of people, engaging in a fierce battle with the agents from various countries and terrorist assassins who had rushed up earlier!
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On the rooftop.

Rorschach was fully aware that Anna and the others had come to help, but he did not stop them.

Firstly, because he has never liked to discourage others; secondly, although it seemed like a dead end to others, he knew that it was far from being a hopeless situation.

At this moment, Anna and her group are dealing with the enemies rushing up from the hall, while Rorschach is facing the [Cobra] nanobots on the rooftop.

"Boom boom boom——"

The heavy footsteps grew closer, and the curly-haired man and his companions huddled nervously in a corner of the wall.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your names." Luo Xia calmly lit a cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring.

“Daniel.” The curly-haired man swallowed. “They are Merritt, Jack, and Lula.”

The guy was pointing at the bald man who could hypnotize, the quick-handed card player, and the remaining female magician.

“Very good, Daniel, I have a task for you.”

Luo Xia suddenly pulled out a bundle of specially made paracord from his pocket and tossed it to them, "Do you know how to lasso a horse? It's only about forty meters from here to the building across the street. Tie the rope securely and lasso it to the roof of the building across the street."

Daniel's eyes lit up when he saw the rope, which was at least a hundred meters long.

Without even wondering how Rorschach pulled such a long weapon from his suit, they immediately sprang into action, tying knots with fairly good teamwork. Just as they were preparing to toss the rings onto the rooftop of another building, Rorschach had already set up his weapon.

"boom!"

The door was smashed open with tremendous force!

The fully armed nano-warriors filed in.

However, as soon as they stepped onto the rooftop, they were greeted by towering flames!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Luo Xia, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, had the military's latest XM-500 flamethrower prominently displayed behind him. He pulled the trigger, and flames erupted!
The flames could be sprayed up to 50 meters away, and the huge pillar of fire raged like a fire dragon.

When solidified gasoline and fuel adhere to the surface of the human body, it causes a more violent explosion, and screams of agony rise and fall!

The nanobot warriors at the forefront didn't even have time to groan before they were engulfed by flames and turned into humanoid torches!
At the same time, Rorschach picked up the deadly weapon at his feet with his left hand—the GAU-8 "Avenger" 30mm autocannon!

Compared to the common Vulcan cannon, the Avenger has a larger caliber and is one of the most powerful aircraft cannons in the world.

Although its rate of fire is slightly lower than that of the M61, its 30mm depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, combined with the "Tyrant" skill's "rate of fire overload," make it incredibly powerful!

"Om-!"

The motor started, and the ear-piercing sound of the chainsaw echoed across the rooftop!
The seven cannon barrels began to rotate, and sparks flew!

In just one exchange, more than a dozen nanobot warriors were torn to pieces by bullets!

With flamethrowers and machine guns, Rorschach completely disregarded these nanobots.

If it weren't for the impending missile, he would have been confident of clearing the entire building in five minutes!
Harold and Jack, who witnessed this scene in their respective safe houses, were both shocked and jumped up from their seats.

Harold couldn't help but take off his glasses and rub his eyes, but the image remained vivid.

"Wortfalk?!"

This old fellow, who always considered himself a gentleman, couldn't help but swear.

Where did those flamethrowers and machine guns come from?
Moreover, how did Rorschach obtain these heavily armed pieces of equipment that are strictly controlled by the military?
Then he suddenly remembered that not long ago in Florida, Rorschach had indeed mentioned that he had obtained a lot of good stuff from the Southern Command.
Jack on the other side almost popped his eyes out of their sockets.

He gaped in disbelief, and unusually pushed his subordinates away, placing his hands on the screen and staring intently at the image.

"How is that possible?" Jack muttered to himself. "Did he hide these weapons on the rooftop beforehand?"

"It doesn't seem so." The subordinate looked equally bewildered and stammered, "It just appeared suddenly, like that bundle of paracord."

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Jack squinted and examined the area closely, not missing a single detail.

But at this moment, apart from bullets flying and billowing black smoke, almost nothing could be seen on the surveillance footage.

"what!"

The counter-terrorism bureau chief, who had fought his way through the Vietnam War and boasted of having seen it all, couldn't help but chuckle.

"This boy"

Jack shook his head and smiled bitterly, "They're damn hard to kill!"

He waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice: "Seal all video materials, upgrade the security level to top secret, and archive them permanently."

After glancing one last time at the chaotic surveillance footage, Jack turned and put on his coat: "Let's go. There's no need to stay any longer."

"Shouldn't we wait for the missile to hit?" the subordinate asked hesitantly.

“Forget it.” Jack sneered. “Since he’s pinned all his hopes on that rope, let him turn to ashes with those hopes.”

On the rooftop.

In less than thirty seconds, when the flamethrower went out and the machine gun motor stopped humming, the stairwell was completely blocked by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and it was still burning.

"call"

Rorschach waved his hand to disperse the black smoke in front of him and looked around.

He glanced at the busy magicians on the other side. Daniel and the others were still struggling to throw the rope, but their technique was clumsy, and they couldn't get it onto the other side.

Forget about getting caught, you can't even shake it off.

Luo Xia frowned and was about to go forward to help when he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from the stairwell.

But this time he did not raise his gun in a defensive stance.

A dozen seconds later, Anna and her group burst out of the thick smoke.

They were covered in blood, and the Irish brothers were especially wounded, but everyone's face was filled with excitement.

"Rorschach! We're coming."

Connor was about to shout excitedly, but when he saw the human remains scattered all over the ground, his voice stopped abruptly.

The entire rooftop resembled a slaughterhouse, with a strong smell of blood filling the air, and most eerily, there was even a strong smell of barbecue.

"Looks like we're too late," he said dryly.

"No, you've come at just the right time."

Luo Xia grinned and turned his gaze to the only Asian face in the crowd—Wu Jing.

"Old Wu, what are you doing here?"

"Uh, I originally wanted to come up and grab the chip, but I was stopped. Thanks to your friends for helping me." Wu Jing awkwardly touched his nose.

Just hours ago, he had beaten up the Irish brothers, but now he was saved by Rorschach because he had been drinking with them.

"Perfect timing, let's go together."

Luo Xia grabbed the parachute ropes, ready to move, but Wu Jing suddenly stopped him: "You're not thinking of using the ropes to swing to the building across the street to avoid missile bombardment, are you?"

Luo Xia paused, his arm still: "You know about this?"

Wu Jing said solemnly, "I not only knew that missiles were coming, but I also knew that there would be more than one."

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed in unison, looking at each other in disbelief.

“What do you mean by more than one?” Rorschach asked in a deep voice.

“Rorschach, he’s right.” Harold’s voice trembled in the earpiece: “Not just one, but three! We just detected three Tomahawk missiles that have reached Toronto!”

Rorschach couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That Jack guy is really damn cunning! He even lied to me about the number of missiles!"
Wu Jing sneered: "It seems your intelligence is outdated. It's too late to escape now."

He pointed to the building across the street: "Even if you escape over there, you won't escape death. It seems the Federation truly hates you to the bone, Rorschach Butcher."

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes: "Brother, just say what you're thinking, don't keep me in suspense."

"It's simple, give me the chip," Wu Jing said decisively. "I'll guarantee your survival!"

Luo Xia burst into laughter: "Haha, do you think that's possible? I've gone to such lengths, why would I hand over the chip to you?!"

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about that then.” Wu Jing shrugged. “I’ve long been prepared to sacrifice myself for my country, so dying here doesn’t matter to me. As for you continuing to play with your rope, I won’t stop you. Good luck.”

Seeing his confident demeanor, Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and suddenly did something that left everyone speechless—he threw the rope downstairs and turned to face Wu Jing directly.

“Rorschach—” Anna cried out in alarm.

Luo Xia raised her hand to signal her to be quiet, her gaze fixed intently on Wu Jing: "We saved your life, and this is how you repay us?"

Wu Jing was taken aback: "Are you trying to take advantage of my kindness?"

Rorschach replied matter-of-factly, "Yes! And I even treated you to a meal!"

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Wu Jing was speechless. He looked around at the devastated rooftop and fell silent.

Time ticked by, and Harold began praying desperately in his earpiece, while everyone on the rooftop looked ashen-faced. On the street not far away, Clyde watched the rapidly ticking countdown on his motorcycle, cursing through gritted teeth.

On the horizon, the exhaust plumes of three missiles were already clearly visible, tearing through the night sky.

Kronos remained motionless, staring at the silent Wu Jing like a statue.

Soon, Wu Jing sighed helplessly: "You will die, I will die, we will all die one day, but you bet right, that day is not today."

He quickly took out his phone and dialed an encrypted number.

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, three Patriot missiles roared into the night sky in the distance, their target aimed directly at the incoming Tomahawk missiles, and they were precisely intercepted!

boom--!
Boom boom——!
The explosion illuminated the Toronto night sky as if it were daytime, and countless burning fragments rained down like a spectacular meteor shower!
On the rooftop, everyone stared in disbelief at this shocking scene.

"Are you a spy in Toronto?" Rorschach asked tentatively.

“That’s a very dismissive thing to say, Rorschach.”

Wu Jing turned and walked towards the rooftop door, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It's not just you foreign devils who can create super AIs and artificial intelligence."

"Oh, right." He suddenly turned around, "I don't like Moutai. Next time you're treating, you'd better switch to Erguotou!"

His figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only the smoke drifting in the wind and the stunned expressions of the crowd.

Luo Xia pondered the other person's last words and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

This guy is really pretentious!

(End of this chapter)