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Chapter 260 "You! You are the undisputed Son of God!"

“I saw the ‘Son of God’ being nailed to the scaffold, his dying expression filled with compassion and grandeur. How could a god be helpless against such a blade? It was just yet another ‘Son of Man’ whose life was ruined!”

Luo Xia hummed a clear and resonant Chinese rap, swaying his head as he walked out of the room, his steps as light as a rapper's.

"What are you singing?"

"A novel written by an Eastern thinker named Lu Xun."

"OK"

Harold responded helplessly through the earphones.

After a long silence, the engineering student finally couldn't help but ask, "What you just told the professor, is it true?"

"What do you mean?"

Rorschach responded casually, strolling leisurely through the corridor and smiling at the respectfully bowing nanotech warriors on either side.

Harold's voice suddenly turned serious: "Son of God! Are you truly God who descended to earth to judge sin and bring divine punishment upon sinners?"

His tone was tinged with deep doubt, yet also concealed a hint of indescribable anticipation.

This contradictory psychology precisely reveals his inner turmoil.

Without doubt, there can be no expectation, and the very doubt itself shows that he has begun to believe Rorschach's shocking statement.

Harold, a top geek who graduated from MIT, dedicated the first half of his life to internet technology.

He had come across countless supernatural legends and classified files, but because of his extensive knowledge, he was more convinced than anyone else that there were no gods in the world, since most of those so-called miracles could be explained by science.

But Rorschach is an exception.

Everything that happened to the man he spent every day with completely overturned Harold's understanding of the world.

The most obvious difference is physical fitness: Scarlett O'Hara, a super soldier carefully cultivated by the Department of Homeland Security, was injected with the most advanced enhancement drugs from a young age, but her physique was only a few times stronger than that of an ordinary person.

And what about Rorschach?

Not only can he walk leisurely through a hail of bullets, requiring reaction speed and physical coordination ten times beyond human limits; he can also shatter a steel plate with a single punch, which means that his bone strength and muscle explosiveness have reached an unbelievable level.

The human body has inherent physiological limits.

Individuals who transcend this boundary can no longer be called human beings, but rather some higher existence, almost mythical creatures.

Rorschach's existence completely shattered Harold's understanding of all boundaries of human potential and life forms.

Of course, in addition to these publicly available data, there is an even more important and disruptive fact: the "dimensional folding" technology that shocked him and Dr. Rex.

Although Harold was not an expert in physics, especially quantum physics, he was willing to stake his entire reputation on it: no country or organization in the world today has mastered the technology of "dimensional folding".

No, let alone mastering it, even the most basic theoretical research is still stuck in the science fiction stage.

If this technology were truly realized, Earth would already be a different interstellar civilization, and all wars and resource struggles would become history.

Once the existence of dimensional space is confirmed, governments around the world will undoubtedly devote all their national resources to research, initiating a new round of technological arms race.

That's why he found it so hard to believe the inexhaustible arsenal within Rorschach's body—it was simply beyond the reach of current human technology.

These doubts had been buried deep in his heart, and he had planned to investigate them carefully after everything had settled down.

But at this moment, touched by the doctor's inquisitive conversation, he finally couldn't suppress his instinct for knowledge as a scientist and asked the question that had been bothering him for so long.

"this one"

Luo Xia clicked his tongue, momentarily speechless.

He tricked the doctor into claiming to be the "Son of God" purely to lure that mad scientist into a trap.

Once the other party leaves the underwater base and comes to the ground, they will be like fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

But Rorschach couldn't bear to continue deceiving Harold and his comrades-in-arms.

But how can this be explained?

The supernatural existence described in the "Judgment Eye" is difficult to explain using any scientific theory.

After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Guys, we'll talk about it later. You guys pack up and get off the plane first. Once we get to the base, I'll tell you everything that happened to me."

Yes, Rorschach decided to stop hiding it.

Along the way, Harold and his Irish brothers, as well as Anna and Nikita, have all become his close friends and partners who have shared life and death with him.

It's time to be honest with them about some secrets.

Half an hour later.

Under the Baroness's intimidating presence and through a combination of coercion and enticement, almost all of the core staff at the Cobra headquarters have submitted.

These individuals are mostly industry elites carefully selected and trained from top universities around the world through high-salary recruitment.

Top talents from all walks of life, from materials science to quantum physics, can be found here.

Surprisingly, a significant number of them were completely unaware that they were working for a terrorist organization—they naively believed they were working for a UN Arctic research station.
Don't they realize that no scientific research station would be built like a military bunker, equipped with submarines and fighter jets?

Of course, in addition to these unsuspecting lower and middle-level personnel, there is also a group of high-level loyalists who have been thoroughly brainwashed.

They maintained a fanatical and blind faith in cobras.

John and his group were too lazy to waste time and effort on a second brainwashing, so they directly ordered the nanobots to execute them all.

The entire process, from storming the headquarters to taking complete control, took less than an hour.

In just one hour, this largest terrorist organization in the world, with technological prowess that surpasses that of any other country, has changed hands and become the territory of the Ghost Party.

Top floor of the base.

The hemispherical roof is covered with thick ice and snow, and is surrounded by glaciers.

Only the dedicated take-off and landing tunnels for fighter jets emitted orange-red warning lights, radiating heat waves from the residual heat of the engines.

At this moment, Rorschach, Anna, and the others, along with Harold and his group who had just arrived, each held a cup of hot coffee and stood atop the glacier, quietly admiring this polar wonder.

"I suddenly feel like reciting a poem."

As Luo Xia gazed at the vast, boundless ice plains of the Arctic, he thought of the formidable enemy he had just subdued, whose strength rivaled that of England and France, and was inspired to write a poem.

"Then let's sing it." Anna cast a questioning glance your way.

"Uh, let's forget about it." Luo Xia shook his head, feeling that he shouldn't easily plagiarize that great man's poem.

Harold chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, then prompted, "You said you wanted to explain something to us. Can you tell us now?"

"Not urgent."

Rorschach's gaze shifted from the magnificent glacier to the two disheveled figures on the ground.

Former Cobra leader McCullen and his bodyguard, Ghost.

The two men had intended to escape by fighter jet when Rorschach attacked, but the doctor, who had already taken control of all the systems in headquarters, remotely locked their engines, turning them into worthless prisoners.

"Let's deal with these two guys first."

Rorschach strode toward the two men who had collapsed to the ground.

McClane struggled to his feet, yearning to stand tall and face his opponent head-on, but his limbs had already been precisely pierced by John's bullets, rendering him powerless and causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement. Beside him, Ghost squinted, secretly gathering his strength.

Five steps, four steps, three steps, two steps!

Just as Luo Xia was one step away from the attack, the seemingly seriously injured white-clad assassin suddenly attacked!
A slender, silken blade flashed from his waist, aiming straight for Luo Xia's throat!
However, in the blink of an eye, his body was strangely frozen in mid-air.

White Ghost looked down in disbelief and found that Rorschach had punched right through his chest!
Blood, flesh, and viscera fragments splattered everywhere, littering the ground!
"Ashi Ba!"

After leaving behind his last words, White Ghost's pupils dilated, and he died completely.

Luo Xia wiped the blood off his hands and curled his lip in disgust: "Damn it, so he's a Korean. No wonder he makes me feel uncomfortable."

McClane swallowed hard as he watched his opponent so easily finish off his most trusted subordinate.

A punch piercing through a human's chest. Is this something a human could do?
"Speaking of which, this is our first official meeting."

Rorschach looked down at McCarren, his tone flat: "But to be honest, you've disappointed me."

He shook his head and sighed: "They are completely unaware that their subordinates have secretly taken control of all the organization's armed forces. They spend their days fantasizing about instigating wars between major powers so that their organization can reap the benefits and rebuild the world order—such naive delusions."

Rorschach nudged McClane's head with his toe and sneered, "I've met many opponents in my life. You [Cobra] are at best well-equipped and powerful, but when it comes to being troublesome..."

He shrugged and chuckled, "Even the guards at Fox River State Penitentiary are more troublesome than you guys."

“Fake Squid!!!”

McClane instantly broke down, abandoning her usual elite demeanor, and roared hysterically, "Fuck you, Rorschach! If it weren't for that bitch betraying you and helping you, you wouldn't even have gotten to the front door of my base! If it weren't for that bastard Doctor switching sides at the last minute, with you and your all..."

He glanced at the small group of a dozen or so people behind Luo Xia, and was furious.

With such a small force, they actually managed to storm in and wipe out his base, which he had painstakingly built up over many years!
"Tsk tsk."

Looking at his exasperated appearance, Luo Xia shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, you were both in high positions of power, but your reaction before you died was far inferior to that of Perari and Old Joe. Even the elder, that foolish son of an oil tycoon, had more backbone than you."

McCallen's lips trembled as she tried to retort, but the words caught in her throat.

A cold gun barrel was already pressed against his forehead.

He wanted to beg for mercy, his Adam's apple bobbing, but when he thought of Luo Xia's earlier mockery, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"you you."

Seeing his incoherent and disgraceful appearance, Rorschach chuckled and put his sidearm away.

"Anna."

He turned and ordered, "Tie this guy up, and pack all his identification documents and send them to the White House."

Anna raised an eyebrow in confusion: "Aren't you going to execute him? And why send him to the White House?"

Rorschach chuckled, “Our old friend Underwood has just become Secretary of State. Let’s consider this terrorist leader as a congratulatory gift for his inauguration.”

After saying that, he ignored McCullen behind him, who looked relieved but was also gritting his teeth, and turned to walk towards his companions.

Facing the inquisitive gazes of the crowd, Luo Xia opened his arms and said frankly, "Alright, I know you are all curious about the secrets I have. We are all comrades who have shared life and death, so I have nothing to hide."

Taking a deep breath and looking around at everyone, he began to explain to his companions the origin and abilities of the [Eye of Judgment].
The story is long, starting from his childhood, then his forced joining of a gang after his mother's death, his enlistment in the military to participate in counter-terrorism operations, his police career after retirement, his being framed and seeking revenge, and up to this moment.

Rorschach was not particularly eloquent, and his choice of words and sentence structure could even be described as crude.

Even so, this bizarre story left everyone present holding their breath and casting incredulous glances.

"So, you can tell if someone is guilty?" John asked in astonishment.

“That’s right.” Rorschach nodded.

Caitlin, however, retorted dismissively: "Whether someone is guilty or not is entirely a subjective judgment, and there is no single answer."

Luo Xia smiled, and the next second, his eyes suddenly blazed with a blood-red light.

At this moment, he resembled the Ghost Rider from a comic book, his eyes blazing with blood-red light, like a visitor from hell!

Everyone was so frightened that they took several steps back, gasping in horror.

“Caitlyn Perry, although you are known as an international thief with countless crimes, the white mist above your head indicates that your sins are minor; you have never killed anyone in your life,” Rorschach said in a deep voice.

Caitlin shuddered, touching her face in disbelief and staring at those terrifying blood-red eyes with skepticism.

Rorschach then went on to point out the extent of the sins committed by the others.

It's worth mentioning that, apart from Harold and Caitlin, almost everyone present had black mist above their heads and their hands were stained with blood.

But as Caitlin said, guilt or innocence is a highly subjective judgment.

In the eyes of the judge, they were all burdened with sin; but in Rorschach's eyes, those they killed all deserved to die.

To support his claim, Rorschach once again demonstrated the wonders of the "Tyrant Space".

At first, everyone was skeptical, until he conjured a helicopter out of thin air and then took it back, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

No, it's more than just shock!
Anna, John, the Irish brothers, and even the Baroness all stared at Rorschach with a mixture of awe and reverence, as if witnessing a miracle.

"You...you wouldn't actually be the Son of God, would you?"

The baroness stepped forward tremblingly, grabbed Rorschach's sleeve and examined it carefully, but found no trace of any mechanism.

The others remained silent, too afraid to step forward to verify the authenticity.

Nonsense! They can conjure helicopters out of thin air and make them disappear in the blink of an eye. What magician could possibly fit a helicopter in their sleeve?!

"To be honest, I don't know why the Eye of Judgment chose me."

Rorschach's expression was complicated. "I have killed countless people along the way. Although I have judged many villains, I have also accidentally hurt innocent people. If I were truly the son of God, I should have been nailed to the cross long ago."

Everyone looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

But after a long silence, Harold suddenly stepped forward excitedly and said decisively, "No, you are the Son of God!"

His gaze was intense: "The gods gave you the ability to distinguish good from evil and to judge sins so that you could carry out divine punishment and cleanse the world! And do you know that, Rorschach?"

Harold's voice trembled: "I've had the [machine] predict the outcome of your actions countless times, and almost every time it showed that your chances of survival were close to zero, but you always miraculously survived, and you grew stronger with each battle! You are the only variable that even the [machine] cannot predict."

His hands trembled as he placed them on Rorschach's shoulders: "If you are not the Son of God, then who is? And how do you explain these miracles, these impossibilities?"

Luo Xia chuckled, scratching his head with a slightly embarrassed expression.

But seeing the fervor in everyone's eyes, the almost tangible worship, he thought for a moment and decided not to deny it, letting this strange misunderstanding continue.

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a few days later.

Outside the submarine berthing compartment at the bottom of the base, Rorschach and his group waited quietly, awaiting the arrival of someone.

Not long after, the radar on the monitoring screen suddenly lit up with bright spots.

The technician took off his headset and reported loudly: "Boss, eight submarines are heading towards us. They should be the doctor's underwater force."

Luo Xia nodded slightly, crossed his arms, and stared at the screen.

With this powerful underwater force, he looked forward to seeing Jack's incredible expression when they finally reached the location of the [Machine] mainframe.

(End of this chapter)