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Chapter 254 Rage Consumed by the Heart - High Voltage!

In an ordinary bar.

In the corner booths.

Luo Xia gently swirled his glass, observing the tense-looking man and woman in front of him with great interest.

"I really didn't realize that."

He took a sip of whiskey and winked at Michael: "You two got together in prison? How come I didn't notice anything?"

“Cough, don’t talk nonsense, Rorschach.”

When it came to his girlfriend's innocence, Michael quickly explained seriously, "Sarah and I only had feelings for each other in prison. We only confirmed our relationship after we reunited in Panama."

“That’s right,” Sarah agreed, muttering under her breath, “We’re not like you and Sandy who couldn’t resist getting together in the prison stairwell.”

"The stairwell?" Michael's eyes widened. "Damn it. You guys are there too? Aren't there security cameras there?"

Rorschach shrugged and smiled without answering.

However, he still remembered that in order to avoid surveillance, he often carried that mature female doctor while making love, and he spent almost all his energy on that MILF (Mama I'd Like to F*ck middle-aged woman) before his escape.

The awkward atmosphere immediately eased as they started talking about the past.

After all, putting Sarah aside, Rorschach and Michael were practically brothers in arms.

Humans are creatures that often view friends made during their lowest points with a special kind of sensibility, even if their circumstances change later in life.

That's how Rorschach feels about Michael now.

What's more, this kid is a genuine technical expert.

After several rounds of drinks, Sarah's face was flushed, and she leaned on Michael's shoulder, slightly tipsy.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that spurred Michael, who had been keeping a low profile, to remain silent for a moment before finally asking Rorschach about the purpose of his trip.

"What do you think?" Rorschach asked with a smile.

Michael said thoughtfully, "If it were anyone else, I would think he was in trouble and that's why he traveled all the way to Panama. But if it's you, Rorschach..."

The young man shook his head and laughed, "You're too unpredictable. Even if you said you were just bored and wanted to chat, I would believe you."

"Hahaha"

Rorschach pointed at Michael and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

It has to be said that this kid is indeed very perceptive. I only spent a few days with him at Fox River Prison, but he has already figured out my free-spirited and unrestrained personality.

He frankly said, "Okay, buddy, you guessed wrong this time. I do have some trouble and I need your help."

"can!"

"I know you have concerns, but... um?"

Luo Xia was taken aback and stared straight at the other person. "What did you just say?"

“I said yes!” Michael nodded without hesitation.

Seeing Rorschach's puzzled and wary expression, Michael smiled and explained, "In Fox River State Penitentiary, if it weren't for you, my brother and I would never have escaped. Moreover, it was precisely because the Federation's attention was entirely on you that my brother and I were able to successfully escape to Panama, and even meet the woman I love most in my life."

He gently stroked Sarah's cheek, then looked earnestly at Rorschach: "You saved my life, and I understand the principle of repaying kindness. Tell me, Rorschach, I will do my best to help."

Rorschach stared at him silently, and seeing that the boy's expression was sincere and not fake, he finally smiled slightly: "Very good, Michael, you are still the same as before, stubborn but reliable. But I won't let you do this favor for nothing."

He took out a check, wrote down a string of numbers, tore it off, and handed it over.

Michael stared at the string of zeros and couldn't help but gasp.

Because of Lincoln's extravagant spending, the brothers' funds had long since run out, and he was worried about finding a job to make ends meet. Now, this check is enough to completely get him out of his predicament and even allow him to live a very comfortable life.

But amidst his excitement, Michael couldn't help but have some doubts.

What kind of favor could Rorschach possibly need to spend tens of millions of dollars to hire him?

Rorschach continued, "Besides that, I'll give you a new one."

"Michael!"

Suddenly, a burly man burst in, interrupting Luo Xia.

Michael's half-brother Lincoln rushed over, sweating profusely, and grabbed Michael's shoulders, looking him up and down: "Are you alright, bro? Those damn Viper Gang! I only owe them a few tens of thousands of dollars in loan sharking, and they actually tried to kidnap you to threaten me!"

Michael, who had initially been touched by his concern, flew into a rage upon hearing this: "Loan sharks?! What the hell?! Do you know what kind of situation we're in?! It's one thing for you to join a gang, but you actually dare to borrow from loan sharks?! Are you really trying to kill me?!"

Lincoln scratched his head, wanting to refute but speechless for a moment, and could only bite the bullet and say, "Don't worry, I will definitely raise the thirty thousand dollars to pay back the Viper Gang before tonight."

"How are you going to scrape together the money? You'll just have to steal or rob!"

"Don't worry about that, I won't be a burden to you," Lincoln said, patting his chest with certainty.

Just then, a disdainful chuckle suddenly rang out from the other side: "Won't drag your brother down? I advise you to stop deceiving yourself. A fool like you never stops dragging down the people around you."

Lincoln frowned, about to lash out, but froze instantly upon recognizing the speaker. He pointed at the person as if plunged into an ice cellar, trembling as he cried out, "Rorororosha?!"

"Keep your voice down!" Michael shoved Lincoln's mouth shut, hissing, "Do you want the whole bar to know?!"

“I’m not him, what are you doing here?” Lincoln pointed at Rorschach, as if he had seen a ghost.

Michael frowned: "This is none of your business. Go back now."

"How can it not concern me? This guy is a federal fugitive, with a bounty on his head..." Lincoln suddenly remembered that astronomical figure, his voice trembling involuntarily: "A bounty of one billion US dollars."

Seeing his pathetic state, Luo Xia smiled mockingly and deliberately raised his arms together: "Want to catch me for a reward? Come on."

Lincoln froze on the spot, not daring to even breathe.

Michael, unable to bear it any longer, shoved him. He knew his brother was a brute, but he never expected him to be so stupid as to make a move on Rorschach.

Lincoln took a deep breath to calm himself, finally remembering that the man in front of him was a legendary criminal whom even the Federation couldn't handle, and that he was practically courting death.

He asked cautiously, "What are you talking about?"

"It's none of your business, get out of here!" Michael waved impatiently.

Lincoln was incredibly curious, but after being swept away by Rorschach's cold gaze, he immediately shrank back and slunk away from the bar.

After he left, Luo Xia shook his head helplessly.

He despises people who are both brainless and don't know their own limitations.

As a fugitive hiding overseas, instead of trying to live a peaceful life, he resorts to gangsters and loan sharks. This kind of suicidal behavior is extremely foolish!

“Your brother will get you killed sooner or later,” he said bluntly to Michael.

Michael gave a bitter smile and nodded heavily: "I know. But he is, after all, my brother, my only family in this world. I can't just watch him fend for himself."

Luo Xia waved his hand: "Forget it, you can make your own decision. Let's talk about something serious."

He pulled out a floor plan of the Cobra base, about to begin his explanation, when Sarah, who had been slightly tipsy, suddenly sat up straight as if startled awake: "That's right!"

She grabbed Michael's arm anxiously: "Sandy's plane is arriving soon tonight, don't forget to pick her up."

"Oh right, I almost forgot." Michael hurriedly raised his hand to glance at his watch.

Upon hearing this name, Luo Xia immediately pictured a mature woman whose voluptuous figure couldn't be concealed even by a white lab coat.
“Sandy? The one from Fox River State Penitentiary?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, that’s her.” Michael nodded with a smile.

Sarah chimed in, "My sister Sandy runs a psychology clinic in Brooklyn. A couple of days ago, a patient gave her a first-class ticket to and from Panama. After hearing that I was traveling in Panama, she said she wanted to come and visit too."

The girl added with a mischievous grin, "But I bet if she knew you were here too, she wouldn't be in the mood for sightseeing."

"Tsk tsk."

Rorschach stroked his chin. What a coincidence! All the old acquaintances from Fox River State Penitentiary had gathered together!
night.

Tokumen International Airport.

Although it was night, Panama's tropical climate meant the temperature remained above 30 degrees Celsius, and the humid, muggy air made it hard to breathe.

Amid the crowd, a woman in her thirties slowly walked out, dragging a suitcase.

She tied her coat around her waist, wearing only a white tank top that accentuated her impressive bust. Combined with her honey-like skin and mature charm, she stood out even in Latin America, a country known for its beautiful women, attracting countless admiring glances as soon as she stepped out of the airport.

"That's strange. Sarah said she would wait for me at the door, but where is she?"

Sandy looked around, somewhat confused.

The next second, a large hand pressed down on her hand pulling her suitcase, and at the same time, that voice she had been longing for rang out: "Long time no see, Sandy." Sandy, about to panic, froze abruptly. Turning around and seeing the man's face, her eyes widened in surprise: "You!"

She opened her mouth, but was too excited to speak, and responded in the most enthusiastic way.

He wrapped his arms around Luo Xia's neck and pressed them tightly together.

Feeling the other's softness, Luo Xia teased deliberately, "Dressed so scantily, did you come to Panama to find a boyfriend?"

"It's so hot here. I just came from New York and I'm not used to it yet." Sandy shyly tried to put on her coat, but Rorschach stopped her.

"Don't."

Luo Xia pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "I love how passionate you are right now."

Sandy felt weak all over, and forgot about why Rorschach was there, or even her suitcase.

The two started kissing as soon as they got into the taxi. The driver, unfazed, pressed the meter and drove toward the hotel.

This is Latin America, where passion needs no reason, and encounters are eternal.

Just as the taxi drove away from the bar, on the top floor of a distant building, a man lowered his binoculars, turned respectfully to the man sitting on the sofa, and bowed to report:
"The target has arrived safely and made contact with Rorschach."

The man swirled his wine glass and said in a deep voice, "Remember the code of conduct: do not act rashly, and maintain a distance of at least 100 meters. With Rorschach's keen senses, he will notice if you are not careful."

“Understood. But I have a question,” the subordinate hesitated for a moment, “Can this woman named Sandy really trick Rorschach?”

A confident smile spread across the man's lips as he said with self-assurance, "My AI company analyzed Luo Xia's social relationships for a full month. We know the weaknesses of everyone who has ever been around him. And this psychologist..."

He paused meaningfully for a moment, "Didn't she ever think about why Rorschach received a first-class ticket as soon as he arrived in Panama?"

The man gripped his wine glass tightly, a cold glint in his eyes: "Be prepared. If they spend the night together tonight, Rorschach will have nowhere to escape!"

"Yes, elder!"

The men solemnly accepted the order.

That's right, this is the highest ruler of the High Table – the Elder!
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the departing taxi, and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp: "Rorschach, I told you I would make you pay for your disrespect. This time, let's see where you can run!"

Meanwhile, inside a hotel suite.

As soon as the door closed, Rorschach eagerly pulled Sandy into his arms.

Like Michael, Sandy also met Rorschach during a low point in her life.

While in prison, this woman was willing to break the law for him, even abandoning her professional ethics, and helped him escape without hesitation.

Although the two hadn't seen each other for the past six months, Sandy had already taken a special place in Rorschach's heart.

At this moment, he skipped his usual favorite warm-up routine and went straight to the point.

A dozen minutes later, Rorschach, who was engrossed in his work, suddenly heard the alarm go off.

He suddenly realized something was wrong with his body—his heartbeat was slowing down.

Is this poisoning?!

"what happened to you?"

Sandy, with her eyes closed, pouted and complained, "Do I have to call you Daddy before you'll continue?"

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and glanced at her, then suddenly looked up and warily looked around.

Sandy's reaction at this moment clearly showed that she was unaware of the poisoning, unlike the person who administered it.

But where does this toxin come from?

In a flash, the poisoning methods that Anna had warned about before flashed through her mind.

Rorschach suddenly sat up, his gaze sharp as he stared at Sandy: "Did anything strange happen while you were on the plane?"

"Strange?" Sandy blinked, puzzled. "No, I fell asleep as soon as I boarded the plane. I didn't talk to any of the other passengers, and I only went to the toilet once. Oh, right..."

She added, recalling the incident, "There were no tissues left in the restroom. Luckily, there was a flight attendant at the door who kindly handed me a pack of tissues, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing."

"Damn it!"

Luo Xia's expression changed drastically.

Since Sandy had no idea what was going on, the problem must be with that pack of tissues!

Damn it, what kind of despicable tactics are these? And why didn't the [Eye of Judgment] give a warning beforehand, instead of only sounding the alarm after the toxins entered the body?

Even more bizarrely, the poison seems to only affect men.

Luo Xia suppressed his discomfort and quickly analyzed the current situation.

Sandy sensed something was wrong and nervously hugged Rorschach's neck, her voice trembling, "Has something happened?"

"I've been poisoned," Luo Xia said bluntly, revealing his suspicions.

At this moment, his heartbeat slowed down and his muscles began to twitch abnormally.

Upon hearing this, Sandy turned deathly pale and stammered, "Oh God...it's all my fault, I shouldn't have been in such a hurry. I..."

"it's not your fault."

Luo Xia gave a wry smile.

Harold had warned him long ago that he would eventually fall for a woman, but he never expected the retribution to come so quickly.

The most urgent task is to identify the type of toxin, the antidote, and the culprit.

He patted Sandy's back gently to comfort her as she sobbed, then dialed Harold's number in Toronto.

Upon hearing that he had been poisoned, the people on the other end of the phone were in an uproar, and Harold was so anxious that he started cursing.

"Don't panic, it shouldn't be a fatal acute poison." Luo Xia calmly analyzed, "If the poisoning has lasted for more than a minute, apart from the heart rate continuing to slow down, there are no other serious symptoms."

“I’m using the machine to screen all gender-specific toxins in history. Please describe the symptoms in detail.” Harold typed rapidly on the keyboard.

"Pain, dilated pupils, muscle tremors, and a slowing heartbeat."

Rorschach calmly recounted the events while simultaneously sensing the changes in his body.

Harold fell silent, and all that could be heard on the other end of the phone was the rapid clicking of keyboards and the frantic discussion of Anna and the others.

Harold's voice rang out again, his tone grave: "Rorschach. According to the machine's analysis, this is a new type of toxin developed in Southeast Asia, codenamed 'Southern Cocktail'."

He quickly explained, "The toxins disrupt the normal metabolism of adrenaline, causing the heart to gradually stop beating. The only way to prolong death is to maintain high adrenaline levels; once the heart rate drops, your body will rapidly fail."

"Where's the antidote? What is the antidote?" Rorschach interrupted.

"The antidote is incredibly complex to synthesize; there's no readily available antidote on the market," Harold said, his voice trembling. "To survive, there are only two methods that can provide temporary relief: either immediate blood transfusion and dialysis, or injections of a powerful stimulant to maintain heart rate. This...this poison is fucking awful!!!"

Harold suddenly flew into a rage halfway through his sentence, slamming his fist on the table: "The method of preparing this poison and the way it was administered show that the murderer planned this meticulously. Who exactly is targeting you?!"

Rorschach was equally furious, but he forced himself to suppress his anger and began searching for the locations of the nearest pharmacies and hospitals.

How to maintain high adrenaline levels?

Luo Xia was feeling somewhat powerless, but he didn't give up thinking and forced himself to stand up.

Just then, the room's landline phone suddenly rang shrilly.

Rorschach's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the receiver.

"Good evening, Mr. Butcher." A cold voice came from behind.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Luo Xia immediately realized what was happening. "Elder Gaozhuo? Was it you who poisoned him?"

"That's right, a southern cocktail, how does it taste? Hahaha."

The elder laughed loudly and said jokingly, "No one in this world can refuse my kindness. Those who disobey will be punished. This is just a small greeting."

Luo Xia remained expressionless and said in a deep voice, "You just wanted to spout this nonsense?"

The elder said leisurely, "I'm not that bored. Now I'll give you a chance—I'm in a financial building dozens of kilometers away from the hotel, and I have the only bottle of antidote in the world. It will take you two hours to get here. If you can get here on time, kneel down and submit to me, and I will give you the antidote. If you die on the way because of the poison, it only proves that you are nothing special."

Luo Xia suddenly sneered, saying slowly and deliberately, "Very well, I will be there on time."

He clenched his fist: "But I'm not going to get any antidote, I'm going to take your dog's life!"

Bang-!
He crushed the phone to pieces.

Rorschach trembled all over, glaring fiercely at the night sky outside the window.

The heart, which had been beating slowly, suddenly began to pound violently, like the booming of war drums!
(End of this chapter)