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Chapter 256 Elder's Death and White House Changes
"Tear--"

The motorcycle braked suddenly, its tires screeching as they scraped the ground, and it came to a steady stop in the middle of the road.

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily, only to find herself surrounded by dozens of assassins in suits, each holding a submachine gun with its dark muzzle pointed at them.

"They are"

Jessica was both terrified and ashamed.

What terrified her was opening her eyes to find dozens of guns pointed at her; what shamed her was realizing, as the pleasure faded, what had happened along the way!
She had actually done that kind of thing with Luo Xia on a speeding motorcycle. Heaven knows how many passersby witnessed her wanton behavior, and now she was being stared at by dozens of strangers.

She covered her face in shame and indignation.

Even with her idol, whom she had been longing for, behind her, this was still absurd.

Just then, Rosa's deep voice sounded in my ear:

"Don't be afraid, none of them will survive."

"what?"

boom--

Luo Xia twisted the accelerator hard with one hand, and the front of the car lifted high, drawing a perfect 360-degree arc on the spot.

At the same time, two Desert Eagles appeared in his hands as if by magic!

“Bang bang bang bang—”

The gun spat fire, and the .44 Magnum bullet tore through the air, delivering a precise headshot.

The assassins who were ordered to kidnap Rorschach didn't even have time to pull the trigger before they fell like wheat being harvested, their blood staining the streets.

When the motorcycle stopped spinning, the middle of the street was littered with corpses and limbs scattered everywhere.

The terrifying power of large-caliber bullets was on full display at this moment.

"what!!!"

Jessica closed her eyes in terror, trying to escape but unable to move.

The "Desert Eagle" inside her seemed to be firmly attached to her like a magnet. With the slightest twist, waves of tingling sensations would surge through her body like electric currents, leaving her limp as mud!

"Who...who are they?" she asked weakly, the intense exercise along the way had left her severely dehydrated.

"High table."

Luo Xiali landed and changed the magazine, then looked up at the top floor of the building not far away.

There, a middle-aged man dressed in white cloth, looking like he was in mourning, was glaring at him fiercely.

Rorschach grinned and made a throat-slitting gesture with his gun to his neck.

"Can you still hold on?" he asked the woman in his arms.

"Huh?" Jessica was startled, then suddenly realized something, and her face turned pale: "You...you...how could you do it again?"

"I'm sorry, I know this is ridiculous."

Luo Xia flipped her over and, with a "pop" like the sound of champagne being opened, he whispered apologetically in the woman's ear, "But you'll have to work a little longer."

Before Jessica could react, she was already clinging to Rorschach like a koala.

And this tireless man, firing both guns simultaneously, charged towards the building with unstoppable force!
Toronto Safe House
Harold had hacked into Panama's citywide surveillance system an hour earlier.

At this moment, the members of Spectre held their breath, staring intently at the live feed on the screen—

Tough guys, beautiful women, gunfire, blood, roars
It has all the classic elements of Hollywood blockbusters, but the scenes that should be thrilling seem extremely bizarre at this moment.

"but."

Connor, the most carefree of them all, scratched his head and shrugged, saying, "Rorschach's stamina is just too incredible. It's been over an hour, and he's still going."

He suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence—the female members of the room were glaring at him menacingly.

Connor coughed lightly, swallowing back the second half of his teasing remark that was inappropriate for children.

However, in his heart, Luo Xia had already risen to become a new generation idol, not because of his fighting ability, but because of some kind of indescribable endurance.

Harold glanced at the screen.

In the scene, Rorschach is wreaking havoc in the building with his "humanoid plug-in".

He paid little attention to that, instead focusing on operating the machine, using its powerful computing and simulation capabilities to research methods for neutralizing toxins in the absence of an antidote.

He and Rorschach shared the same thought: the elders would never willingly hand over the antidote.

Top floor of Panama Financial Center

The elder, who was also watching the monitor, was furious, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He knew all along that Rorschach was a formidable opponent; even the Counterterrorism Bureau and the Department of Homeland Security couldn't handle him. Therefore, for this trip to Panama, he not only brought with him a hundred assassins meticulously trained by the High Table, but also all the top assassins from South America.

However.
In the surveillance footage, the assassins were like lambs to the slaughter in front of Luo Xia, completely powerless to fight back.

You should know that these are not just cannon fodder or grunts, but top-notch fighters registered in hotels across the mainland!
Previously, he had only learned about Rorschach's terror indirectly through reports and videos, but only now, experiencing it firsthand, did he truly feel the suffocating oppression of this legendary criminal.

Even more outrageous is that this bastard actually carries around a "human detoxification device"!
"Damn pariah!"

The elder kicked over the coffee table, scattering expensive cigars all over the floor.

He was filled with remorse and wished he could immediately board a private jet and run away.

After a moment of silence, the noble prince of a certain country took out a syringe from his pocket and stared at the monitor screen with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Bang bang bang-"

Jessica couldn't understand Rorschach's actions at all.

After each round, he would reach behind his waist with his right hand, and two brand-new Desert Eagles would reappear in his hand.

Even more outrageous, he could magically produce hand grenades and flashbangs.
"Isn't it heavy to carry so much gear around on the street?" she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

At first, she was very scared, after all, at this moment she was hanging on Luo Xia's chest like a "human bulletproof vest", and from the outside it looked like she was blocking bullets for him.

Amidst a hail of bullets and whistling past, she could only close her eyes tightly, bite down hard on Luo Xia's shoulder, and cling to him like a koala.

She's been fighting her way from the first floor to now, and she hasn't even seen a single enemy standing there, let alone been shot.

Looking over Rorschach's shoulder, the corridor was littered with corpses that had been blown to the head, their deaths gruesome.

After clearing out another corridor, Luo Xia breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the continuous influx of "Bloodlight Justice Value".

Under the dual stimulation of killing and sex, his heartbeat has returned to normal.

But this is only temporary. To completely cure the poison, one must go to the top floor, find the elder, and personally end all of this.

Unfortunately, these assassins were mediocre at best, not enough to trigger a significant adrenaline rush. If it had been the Cobra organization's nanobots from a few days ago, they might have experienced an even greater adrenaline surge from the thrill of combat.

The atmosphere inside the elevator was subtle.

Apart from the creaking of the cables, there was only a continuous series of thuds and impacts.

Jessica weakly raised her eyes and saw blood dripping from Rorschach's gun barrel. She whispered worriedly:
"You are hurt?"

"It's not my blood."

"Oh"

Silence descended once more.

Suddenly, Luo Xia noticed drops of water running down his trouser leg.

"Is your pipe leaking?"

"Yeah, we missed the whole way."

Jessica turned her face away shyly, "I feel like I'm about to dehydrate."

Rorschach was so embarrassed he didn't know how to respond; this was definitely the most bizarre combat experience he had had in over twenty years.

"I'm sorry, I promise it will be over soon."

"Um"

The girl who was so energetic and talkative not long ago now just wants to drink a bucket of water and apply ice to her burning areas.

The elevator doors slowly opened; we had arrived at the top floor.

Luo Xia instantly locked onto his target with both pistols, only to find that the top floor was completely empty except for a white-turbaned man standing with his back to him and a silver-haired woman.

The man, wearing a white headscarf, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. Though thin, he exuded an aura of quiet authority, clearly someone who had been pampered since childhood and held the power of life and death. Without a doubt, this was the High Table Elder, who ruled the High Table and commanded gangs worldwide.

The silver-haired woman had a neat buzz cut and wore 20-centimeter high heels. Her figure was curvaceous and she was in no way inferior to Anna, who was a former supermodel.

At this moment, she was staring at Luo Xia with murderous intent, the killing intent in her eyes almost tangible.

"Watfak? Helen?!"

Inside the safe house in Toronto, Anna gasped as she witnessed the scene through the miniature camera on Rorschach's body.

"You know him?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Anna nodded grimly: "She was my ex-girlfriend from my time in Paris."

"Oh haha~"

Everyone glanced back and forth between Helen, dressed in a neutral style, and Anna, who was aloof and beautiful, on the screen. Although they didn't say anything, images of the two beauties in bed automatically appeared in their minds.
Luo Xia listened to the commotion in his headphones and glanced at the woman.

Conclusion: Minor miscellaneous fish.

They might be slightly better than ordinary assassins, but they're nothing compared to him.

He put Jessica down with a cold smile.

Another "pop" sound of a bottle being opened caused Helen and the others from Toronto to have strange expressions.

However, Jessica, who had been "exhausted" all the way, had no sense of shame and simply collapsed onto the carpet, panting heavily.
Rorschach's eyes suddenly turned cold: "I'll only give you two choices."

He held up one finger: "One, hand over the antidote, and I'll give you a quick death."

Then a second one was erected: "two".

He stepped forward slowly, his gaze cold and stern: "I'll torture you to death first, then kill all your family members and confidants, leaving no one alive!"

"Insolence!" the woman named Helen shouted angrily. "Do you know who you're talking to?!"

As the High Table Judge, she was responsible for overseeing all council members to abide by the precepts. During her tenure, no one dared to be so disrespectful or rude to the elders.

Before she could finish speaking, she launched a sudden attack, two short blades flashing with cold light, aimed straight for his throat.

Rorschach remained unmoved, his right hand striking first, precisely snapping the wrist.

By the time Helen reacted, she was already held tightly in Rorschach's arms like a pair of iron clamps, with his short blade pressed against her throat.

She struggled desperately, but could not move.

Anna.

Luo Xia said into the headset, "Looks like you need to find a new girlfriend. Jessica would be great."

Anna looked at Helen, who was restrained on the screen, and her eyes flashed with pity, but she didn't say anything in the end—she knew Rorschach's temper; he was a man of his word, and she was also angry that Helen had kept it from her.

Upon hearing the name "Anna," Helen's pupils constricted, and she was about to speak—

A cold light flashed.

A beautiful head rolled to the ground.

Luo Xia flicked the blood off his short blade and looked coldly at the elder: "Have you made your choice?"

After a moment of silence, the elder slowly turned around, staring intently at the god of death before him with an expressionless face.

Rorschach then took a closer look at the true ruler of the underworld before him.

He was around thirty years old, surprisingly young. Although he had a full beard, his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he had an extraordinary demeanor.

Harold's shocked voice suddenly came through the earpiece: "Rorschach! He's Sheikh Ahmed Ben."

After reading a long string of names, each more than a dozen bytes long, he exclaimed in surprise, "This guy is the third prince of that desert kingdom."

“I see.” Luo Xia smiled dismissively. “No wonder those unruly gangsters would listen to a pretty boy’s orders. He must have some powerful connections.”

The elder seemed to realize that Luo Xia already knew his identity, and calmly said, "Since you know who I am, you still dare to make a move?"

He sat down gracefully, swirling his wine glass while toying with the syringe in his hand: "Rorschach Butcher, I've been following you since before you went to jail. I know every single file on you. It might sound unbelievable, but I know you better than the federal government does."

"Heh, it's too late to beg for mercy now." Luo Xia stared coldly at the antidote in his hand.

The elder glanced at Helen, whose head was severed from her body, and sighed, "You have disappointed me greatly. I have tried to be kind to you more than once, but you have been ungrateful and have stubbornly sought your own death."

He shook his head helplessly and said, "A reckless man like you is destined to achieve nothing great."

Luo Xia chuckled after hearing this, and said sarcastically, "Do you know what's most ridiculous about you powerful people?"

"What?" The elder raised an eyebrow.

Rorschach pressed closer: "In your eyes, everyone in the world who isn't your friend is your enemy? Do I have to grovel and wag my tail like the hundreds of dogs that died in this building, letting you slaughter me in order to survive?"

He shook his head dismissively: "You're nothing but a disgraced prince, unable to compete with your brother for the throne. You can only play house like a spoiled brat, using the money you make from selling oil to organize this so-called High Table meeting, and even using national agents to put on airs. You're just a pathetic piece of trash!"

Upon hearing this, the elder's expression changed drastically, and his veins bulged.

He stared intently at Luo Xia, then grinned maliciously: "Very well, then I'd like to see how you choose and how you die."

The next second, without hesitation, he twisted the antidote in his hand, and the blue liquid splashed on the ground, quickly evaporating into a pungent mist.

Through the earpiece, Harold and the others gasped, their voices filled with despair.

But Luo Xia's expression did not change at all; his gaze was icy, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You just asked me if I would dare to kill you after I knew your identity."

Rorschach sneered: "Do you think your life is more important than Secretary America and the Speaker of the House? Or do you think you're worth more than an aircraft carrier battle group?!"

Before he could finish speaking, four gunshots rang out.

This prince, who once dominated the underworld, had all his hands and feet broken and bones shattered, leaving him limp as a rag doll.

Soon, passersby and tourists gathered outside the building witnessed a horrifying scene: a blood-soaked figure was hanging outside the glass by a curtain, its limbs broken and blood dripping uncontrollably.

"Rorschach! Quick! Search the area for adrenaline!" Harold didn't care whether the prince lived or died; his voice was urgent.

But Rorschach ignored him, his gaze sweeping around.

At this moment, the insights gained from the trace analysis master were rapidly at work, prompting him to consider every possible solution.

He could feel his heartbeat slowing down to its limit. As for using the previous method to solve the problem, he glanced at Jessica, who was limp and lifeless on the carpet, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, after such a long "fight," he was now somewhat "willing but unable" to continue.

He took a deep breath and made his decision.

He walked up to a wall, then suddenly swung his fist, smashing the decorative panel open with a few punches, and forcefully pulling out the exposed wires from the tangled wiring inside.

The bright orange copper wire was still flashing with electricity and making a crackling sound.

"Harold, you said that external electrical stimulation can neutralize toxins and provide a large amount of adrenaline?"

"This..." The people in Toronto stared at the surveillance footage, their voices trembling. "According to the machine's deductions, it is indeed possible, but can your body really withstand it?"

"We just have to give it a try!"

Without further hesitation, Luo Xia pressed a still-electrifying electrical wire directly against his chest!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The excruciating pain, akin to being tortured in an electric chair, caused his entire body to spasm, his muscles tensing to their limit.

The electric current raged, blood vessels bulged, electric sparks danced on the skin, and the lights in the whole room flickered.

Jessica stared blankly at the scene, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

A few dozen seconds later, just when everyone thought he was about to collapse, the electric current finally stopped.

Rorschach knelt on the ground, motionless like a statue, his body emitting soot.

Jessica called out cautiously, "Are you alright, Rorschach?"

One second, two seconds passed slowly.

Just as Jessica thought the other person had been electrocuted, Rorschach suddenly looked up, a crazed smile spreading across his face: "Are you rested enough? Do you still have any energy?"

"what?"

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at the same time.

Far away in the White House in Washington, Underwood straightened his tie and cuffs, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)