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Chapter 251 Foolish Thief and Ruthless Bandit

Outside a villa in the suburbs of Toronto.

A black sedan silently drove into the driveway, circled around the dense bushes, and finally stopped behind a large tree about ten meters away from the villa.

Through the car window, the Black man in the passenger seat squinted, carefully examining every corner of the villa.

The entire villa was shrouded in darkness, with every window completely covered by heavy curtains, allowing no light to penetrate.

In the courtyard, weeds grew wildly, almost reaching above knee height, and the mailbox by the door was overflowing with piles of advertising flyers, looking as if it had been neglected for years.

“Wins, what did the guy who sold us the information say again?” he asked in a low voice.

A bald, middle-aged man with a typical Jewish nose pushed up his glasses in the back seat: "He said this villa is the least cost-effective one in the suburbs. It was bought by a sucker a few years ago and has been vacant ever since. But it seems someone came back a couple of days ago, but left quickly. According to his speculation, this is probably a secret treasure trove of some corrupt official, and it is most likely filled with embezzled cash and jewelry."

"Fuck, this sounds so unreliable," another blond young man in the back seat couldn't help but interject, his tone full of doubt.

"A thousand dollars for intelligence? Do you think you can buy any reliable intelligence with that little money?!" the Jewish man replied irritably.

"Then why don't you spend more money?" the black man said, pursing his lips.

"Shit! How dare you say that!"

Upon hearing this, the Jewish man exploded. He leaned forward, pointed at the Black man's nose, and cursed, "If you hadn't kept bragging about how great the San Francisco housing market was, would we have poured all our money into it?! Now that madman Rorschach has caused a nuclear leak, leaving us penniless! If we weren't bankrupt, would I have bought this cheap intelligence and chosen this lousy place to attack?!"

The blond kid in the back seat glared at the black guy. If it weren't for this guy's bad idea, they wouldn't be doing this kind of thing in the freezing cold of Canada.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the black man could only chuckle awkwardly and shrink back.

Yes, that's right. These three brothers are none other than the gang of robbers who recently committed a major crime at the World Bank.

With Rorschach's help, they had successfully stolen more than ten million dollars in cash from the bank vault.

Although the amount of money is not astronomical, if divided equally, each person can get three or four million, which is enough for them to live a carefree life for a while.

But who would have thought that their leader, Darian, that black guy, either lost his mind or was blinded by consumerism, would suddenly have the idea to lead his brothers to invest and play some money-making game.

After being swayed by the agent's flowery rhetoric, the three of them poured all the money they received into the San Francisco real estate market.

To be honest, this was originally a really good deal.

As one of the top five metropolitan areas in the United States, San Francisco's housing prices have always been stable, making investment there almost a guaranteed profit.

But who could have imagined that right after they invested their money, a shocking terrorist attack would break out in San Francisco, and the entire coastline would be contaminated by nuclear leakage and become a no-man's land?

The housing prices plummeted instantly, and even when they wanted to sell at a loss, no one was willing to take them on. More than ten million yuan went down the drain!

"Fuck you! I was just trying to help everyone get rich, but that bastard Rorschach... couldn't he have done it somewhere else? New York! Los Angeles! Chicago! Why did he have to do it in San Francisco?!"

Darian cursed irritably, "Because of this crap, I don't even have money to buy new braces for my daughter, which means I have to go out and make money again!"

The Jewish man, Wins, impatiently interrupted him: "Alright, stop complaining! Now that we've found a new target, let's cheer up. If this villa is really full of corrupt officials' dirty money, as the intelligence says, we can retire after we pull this off."

“I hate the word ‘again’.” The blond boy Gates shook his head helplessly, checking the gun holster on his leg.

“But I still don’t understand, with so many places to choose from, why come to Canada?” he asked after loading his shotgun.

The black man observed the icy, snowy landscape outside and rubbed his hands together: "Now that that happened in San Francisco, cops all over the country are like mad dogs. If they were to commit crimes openly like before, the police would probably swarm out the moment they entered a bank."

"You think we wanted to come to this godforsaken place? Fuck, I'm freezing to death!" Jew Wins cursed as he pushed open the car door and stepped into the thick snow.

Gates sighed and got out of the car as well.

Before getting out of the car, Darian, who was in the passenger seat, glanced at the boy in the driver's seat who was wearing sunglasses and engrossed in music, patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "Baby, you've worked hard this time. If there's really money in the villa, you won't lose a single penny of the 500,000 you promised."

The boy called "Baby" didn't answer, but just nodded and continued listening to the deafening rock music in his headphones.

Soon, the three gathered outside the villa, exhaling white breath in the cold wind.

"Alright guys, let's go home happily after this job!"

"Fuck! I hope there's really something inside. I'm so fed up with this life of hiding and running."

"After I steal this ticket, I'll go back and propose to Nina."

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at the same time.

Inside the villa.

Baroness, a high-ranking member of the Cobra organization who always appears in a black bodysuit, is having a video call with the organization's leader, McCullen, at a secret base via an encrypted channel.

McCarran's face on the other end of the screen was terribly gloomy.

The plan to subvert the African military base has completely failed, the plan to trade the [Machine Backdoor] with Rorschach has fallen through, and now even the operation to seize the [Staff] has failed.

What's even more ironic is that the Counterterrorism Bureau had already seen through their plan and instead set up a carefully laid trap, using the Cobra's nanobots as pawns to set up a deadly scheme for Rorschach.

The San Francisco terrorist attack a few days ago, which had nothing to do with Cobra, led to a global manhunt by almost all five permanent members of the UN Security Council due to the technical characteristics of nanobombs.

In just 48 hours, in addition to the headquarters, seven overseas bases have been completely eradicated by the special forces of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

This unexpected disaster caused McCallen a throbbing headache and she had been suffering from insomnia for several days.

"Return to headquarters immediately."

On the screen, McClane's face was particularly sinister: "The doctor's weather weapon development has entered its final stage and is expected to be completed this month. At that time, we will send a special greeting from [Cobra] to the five permanent members of the UN Security Council!"

"Understood, I'll set off tomorrow morning."

The Baroness nodded in agreement and cut off the communication.

However, after hanging up the phone, her expression instantly relaxed. She not only stretched her body lazily but also leisurely sipped her freshly squeezed juice.

For her, the title of "Baroness" was nothing more than a well-paid job.

She was once an elite member of the U.S. Army Intelligence Service, having undergone the most rigorous special operations training. She was proficient in tactical planning, close combat, and twelve languages, making her a model of a perfect special agent.

During a mission, she was captured by Cobra and her memories were altered through brainwave scanning technology. She was then brainwashed and became the organization's "Baroness".

But years have passed, and those altered memories have quietly been restored.

Strangely, she harbored no deep hatred for Cobra, nor did she intend to return to her identity as a federal agent.

Now, all she wants to do is use her current position to amass wealth, waiting for the perfect opportunity to defect from the organization and head to that Eastern country known as the "graveyard of spies" to enjoy a life of luxury in retirement.

"Glug. Glug."

After finishing the last sip of juice, she stretched languidly with a seductive air. Her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her devilish curves, especially her pair of incredibly shapely buttocks, which seemed about to tear the fabric apart.

"I need to get some beauty sleep; I have to catch an early flight tomorrow."

Just as she turned to go to bed, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door, and her subordinate's voice came: "Madam? An intruder has broken into the villa!"

"What?!" The Baroness's eyes turned cold, instantly switching into combat mode: "They're from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau?"

"Uh..." the subordinate stammered, his tone odd, "Well... you'd better come and see for yourself; these guys are really unprofessional."

(Baroness, from the movie *G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra*.)
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"Click—bang~"

After the alarm circuit was cut, Darian took the lead and pried open the heavy oak door, followed by the other two who quickly slipped inside.

"Fuck. How come it's so dark?"

"Wow, his skin is even fucking darker than Darian's!"

"Shut your stinking mouth! This is not the time for jokes!"

The three worked together seamlessly, each placing a tactical flashlight under the barrel of their gun, and carefully advanced.

Completely different from what they had imagined, the entire villa was shockingly empty. There was no sign of the mountains of cash they had envisioned, and there wasn't even a decent piece of furniture!

“Something’s not right.” Darian gripped his gun more tightly, alert.

"Don't rush, let's go upstairs and take a look first. If all else fails, we'll just smash the walls down!" Wins said fiercely. "Isn't that how it's always portrayed on TV? Corrupt officials love to hide money in the walls."

The three exchanged a glance and then quietly made their way up the stairs.

They were completely unaware that on the second-floor corridor, twelve fully armed Cobra soldiers, wearing four-eye night vision goggles and holding silenced automatic rifles, were watching their every move with eyes that looked at them like they were idiots.

Outside the villa.

The baby was tapping the steering wheel lightly with his long fingers from time to time, following the deafening rhythm of heavy metal rock music coming from his headphones.

He suffers from severe tinnitus, a result of a childhood car accident that claimed the lives of his parents.

The disaster not only orphaned him but also left him with permanent nerve damage in both ears.

From then on, his world was forever filled with piercing buzzing and high-frequency noise.

To maintain normal perception, he had to wear headphones at all times, using loud music rhythms to cover up the tormenting sounds.

Ironically, it was this damned tinnitus that allowed his racing skills to not only stem from talent but also perfectly synchronize with the rhythm of the music, achieving a state of perfect harmony between man and car, reaching an almost artistic level.

For the past few years, Bao Bao has been a driver for various shady operations, repeatedly escaping danger with his excellent driving skills and earning generous rewards after each mission.

The three Darian brothers met through an underground intermediary.

In his opinion, although the three men were unprofessional and particularly talkative, always arguing over trivial matters, they were still decent people and quick to pay their bills.

That's why he traveled all the way to Canada tonight to help these three people with this deal.

"I hate myself for loving you~Can't break free from the things that you do~"

"I wanna walk but I run back to you~That's why I hate myself for loving you~~Ow uh~~~"

He was swaying wildly to the rhythm in his headphones, just as the chorus reached its climax—

"boom--!"

The car window was suddenly smashed from the outside!
Before he could react, a Cobra soldier wearing a night-vision mask had already grabbed his neck with his iron-like arms and roughly dragged him out of the car.

"you."

Just as the baby tried to struggle, a precise chop to the carotid artery struck him, and he instantly lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and he and the other two were back to back in a circle, forced to kneel on the floor.

"Hahaha"

A seductive yet dangerous laugh suddenly rang in the baby's ears, followed by a hand wearing a leather glove gently stroking his cheek, its touch cool and delicate, like a venomous snake.

The Baroness said with amusement, "I was in a terrible mood today, but you bunch of fools have really opened my eyes. Of all places to steal from, you had to come here! Hahaha."

"You guys are so cute it's heartbreaking, I don't even know how to describe you."

She strolled gracefully, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

"First of all, I must tell you that we are not police officers—but you certainly wish we were right now."

The Baroness took a gilded pistol from her subordinate, expertly pulled back the bolt, and her tone suddenly turned icy: "Do you know why I made you kneel on your heels? Because in less than a minute, your legs will start to go numb. If you try to escape, you'll fall face down like rag dolls."

"Of course, I believe you wouldn't be that stupid."

Upon hearing her words, Darian and the others all shuddered involuntarily.

"Madam, please believe us, we really are just here to steal something."

Darian had already realized that these people were no good, and his voice began to tremble, "I...I have a daughter in elementary school, please, have mercy!"

Wins and Gates also began to plead for mercy, tearfully recounting their respective grievances. Only Baby, whose headphones had been removed and who was suffering from tinnitus, frowned and remained silent.

The Baroness smiled and shook her head, casually lifting the chins of the men with the muzzle of her gun as if selecting merchandise: "You're not a threat that needs to be silenced; you're just minor trouble at best."

With a flick of her finger, amidst the confusion of Darian and his companions, several Cobra warriors roughly scraped their oral mucosa with cotton swabs to collect DNA samples.

After that, the Baroness pulled several stacks of US dollars from her bodice and slapped them in the face.

"Take the money and forget about tonight. But I need to make things clear."

She suddenly leaned down and said coldly, "If I find out anyone dares to utter a single word, you'll go from trouble to a threat—and threats must be eliminated!"

Darian and his companions nodded vigorously, not daring to even breathe.

Then, escorted by the Cobra Warriors, the four of them staggered away from the villa.

The Baroness watched them walk away and chuckled to herself.

It's absurd that a terrorist organization's safe house was raided by a few third-rate thieves.
If I told anyone, my peers would probably laugh their heads off.

She shook her head and turned to go back to her room.

But suddenly——

"boom!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out!

Several Cobra warriors were thrown back into the room from outside, each with a bloody hole the size of a bowl in their chest!
The Baroness's pupils constricted sharply—these petty thieves dare to fight back?
But the next second, her expression froze.

The man who had made the entire Cobra organization grit their teeth in the past few days was seen swaggering in, carrying a shotgun, kicking down the door.

"Roroshabcha?!"

The Baroness's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Rorschach grinned, flashing his signature roguish smile, and whistled, "Wow. Looks like we've caught a big fish!"

The foolish thief is out of the game; the real ruthless bandit begins his performance!
(End of this chapter)