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Chapter 271 The Difference Between Gangs and Terrorist Organizations
The gun that was originally pointed at the enemy suddenly turned strangely towards him, and he was the one holding the gun!
This horrifying scene froze everyone present who hadn't drawn their guns.

Amora, who was hiding behind the crowd, was so shocked that she took several steps back. Even Rama, who was known for his bravery and fearlessness in the violent neighborhood, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

This scene is truly bizarre.

"Nanobugs".

Rorschach casually walked past the group of people struggling with their bodies, then leisurely sat down in Winston's seat, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and gently swirled it as he said, "A technological product far ahead of our time. Ten minutes ago, when you stepped into the Continental Hotel, you were already covered in nanobots. Now they have burrowed into your brains and are controlling your nervous systems by releasing electronic signals."

"Of course, you might not understand even if I explained it to you. To put it simply..."

Luo Xia took a sip of his drink and smiled, "Remember the missile that devoured the entire carrier battle group? And the bomb that gnawed the Statue of Liberty to pieces? These weapons were all made with nanobots at their core."

"Wow—"

The moment the words were spoken, the reception room erupted in chaos.

Whether it was the council member's bodyguard pointing a gun at him or the seemingly normal others, they all gasped in shock.

These gangster bosses, who usually only read Playboy and newspapers, were completely baffled by the idea of ​​electronic signals controlling the brain.

But when it comes to the attacks on San Francisco and the Statue of Liberty, they know all too well!

Those damned nanobots can devour an aircraft carrier completely, let alone their mortal bodies.

The thought that these nanobots were currently lurking in their brains sent chills down everyone's spines.

Some people cursed loudly, some turned pale, but what is noteworthy is that not a single person begged for mercy.

As expected of a High Table council member who has dominated the underworld for many years, he still has some backbone.

Of course, it could also be because no blood has been seen in the meeting room yet.
"But you don't need to be too nervous."

Luo Xia chuckled and said, "To be honest, I wouldn't normally even look at trash like you. If I were to run into you, whether you've offended me or not, I wouldn't feel guilty even if I slaughtered your whole family."

"But you scoundrels aren't entirely useless."

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Amora and Rama at the back.

These two were among the very few who did not draw their guns or show any hostility throughout the entire event.

Luo Xia nodded and smiled at them, then, meeting their murderous gazes, took out a palm-sized remote control from his spatial storage.

The buttons on top were complicated, but Luo Xia seemed very familiar with them, pressing them lightly and easily.

The underworld bosses controlled by the nanobots suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies and collapsed to the ground in unison.

Many people thought they were going to die and cried out in terror, but they soon found that they could move freely again.

Luo Xia said calmly, "I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you scum. Just remember, from today onwards, I will be the elder. The term will last until the day I die. If anyone disagrees..."

"I disagree!"

A man of Middle Eastern appearance suddenly shouted, "The elder died at your hands, and now you've been appointed as a High Table elder. What will the outside world think of the High Table?!"

These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Rorschach had just demonstrated the nanobots that could control everyone, and most people remained in awe and waited. Unexpectedly, there were actually people who were not afraid of death.

However, seeing that the other person had Middle Eastern features, no one was surprised.

This is clearly a member of the Hashishhin sect, an organization funded by the government of a desert country that trains assassins and has long been regarded as the elders' private army.

You have to understand that these guys in the Middle East are mostly fanatics brainwashed by religion, and very few of them are afraid of death.

however--

Bang! ! !
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Middle Eastern man who dared to be the first to oppose Rorschach had his head explode like a ripe watermelon!
Red and white substances flew everywhere, spraying the faces of those around them.

"very good."

Rorschach swirled his wine glass and calmly surveyed the crowd: "Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

"you"

The people looked at him with fear in their eyes, and they all touched their heads in unison.

They're not stupid; even the dumbest person could guess that the headshot was done by a nanobot that had burrowed into their brain!

"Mr. Bubucher".

Amora slowly walked out of the crowd, leaning on her cane. Her aged voice trembled slightly: "I do not object to your competition for the position of elder, but what you are doing now is less of a competition and more of a naked threat."

The old man's face was ashen; anyone who knew that an explosive nanobot had been implanted in their brain would not look happy.

When confronted, Rorschach showed no remorse: "Old man, you're right, I am threatening you."

He sneered, "You should be glad you still have some value to me. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be one person's head blowing off by now!"

"But what's the point of doing this?"

Tarasov, unusually calm, analyzed the situation: "We are merely representatives of various forces. Even if patriarchs like Amora and I die here, the forces behind us can easily put forward new representatives."

The burly man, seemingly concerned for Rorschach, advised, "If Mr. Butcher truly desires the position of elder, he should sit down and discuss it properly. Using threats will likely backfire. Not only will he fail to obtain the elder position, but he will also incur the combined pursuit of more than a dozen council-level forces!"

Luo Xia chuckled upon hearing this and raised his hand to tap him: "That makes a lot of sense. So after I decided to run for elder, I sent some of my subordinates to do some trivial things."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

They looked at each other, exchanging uneasy glances.

subordinates?

When did this terrorist, who always works alone, start having subordinates?
Could it be true, as Winston claims, that Rorschach has built a power that surpasses the High Table?
At the same time, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and were horrified by the "trivial matter" that Rorschach mentioned.

Just then, Winston, who had been standing silently behind Rorschach, suddenly walked to the wall of the hall and turned on the projector above.

The next second, images were projected onto the snow-white wall, with a clear timestamp displayed in the lower right corner of each image!

This is real-time monitoring footage!
But the underworld bosses present paid no attention to these details; their eyes were completely drawn to the images on the wall.

Because what they are monitoring inside is their most cherished family members!
"you!!!"

Amora, who had been playing dumb all night, was the first to explode in anger!

In the very center of the image are his family members whom he has settled in Sicily, the birthplace of the Mafia!

The three sons, two daughters, and eight grandchildren were all restrained on the living room carpet, staring at the camera in terror.

The reason it is described as "controlled" is because they are surrounded by a group of expressionless, cold-looking soldiers, each with a ferocious skull emblem tattooed on their uniform chest, clearly belonging to the same unit.

Not only him, but dozens of other surveillance videos showed similar scenes:
The elderly, toddlers, and unarmed women and children were all under strict control!

They were heavily guarded by soldiers wearing skull and crossbones badges!
"This is impossible," Tarasov muttered in disbelief. The largest group in the image consisted of members of his Tarasov family, including not only immediate family members but also collateral relatives and family allies—more than a hundred people in total!
These people are clearly all in St. Petersburg! They are being heavily protected by the family's most elite warriors!

But now he is being easily controlled like a lamb to the slaughter, and he only found out now!

A chill ran down his spine and up to his head, and Tarasov swallowed hard.

Only now did he truly understand that what Winston said was true—the power that Rorschach had built was indeed powerful enough to manipulate the High Table at will!

"What...what do you really want?" Amora asked, her voice trembling. "Don't let your family be harmed. If you want to be an elder, we'll support you. Why threaten your family?"

These words immediately drew agreement from others:

“That’s right! Mr. Butcher’s methods are far too despicable!”

"This doesn't seem like something Rorschach would do! In the eyes of the people, you are a righteous knight who is not afraid of power and fights against injustice. How could you use your family to threaten them!"

"Rorschach, you've gone too far!"

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These people gritted their teeth, their eyes practically spitting fire, yet they dared not directly criticize, only expressing their dissatisfaction indirectly.

However, Rorschach suddenly burst out laughing after hearing these sarcastic accusations.

"Pfft. Hahaha."

Rorschach laughed louder and louder, laughing so hard he almost cried.

This frenzied behavior sent chills down the spines of everyone present, making their scalps tingle.

"Haha, I find that you gangsters are really adorably naive."

A red light flashed in Luo Xia's eyes. At this moment, what stood in front of him was not dozens of people, but a beast with billowing black smoke above its head and blood on its hands!

His demonic, blood-red eyes, coupled with his sudden burst of terrifying aura, caused everyone present to involuntarily take a few steps back, falling silent and trembling.

"Which of you hasn't taken dozens of lives? Aren't there elderly people and children among those innocent people who died directly or indirectly at your hands? Don't they have families?!"

"Now you dare to talk about morality in front of me! It seems you have some misunderstanding about who I, Rorschach, am! But that's alright, let's clear up this misunderstanding now!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Xia suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the large screen behind him!
Winston hesitated slightly upon seeing this, but hardened his heart and issued the command through the communicator.

The next second, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a scene from the projection showed more than a dozen nanobots suddenly drawing their pistols and pointing them without hesitation at the elderly, women, and children in front of them—

Bang bang bang! ! !
Gunshot to the head!

"Fake!!!"

One of the High Table council members completely broke down, screaming hysterically, "You damned demon!"

The dozen or so people who were just executed were his closest relatives!
The guy's eyes were bloodshot. Stimulated by the pain of losing his loved one, he no longer cared about the nanobots in his brain and raised his gun to fire!
Unfortunately, anger often cannot change the outcome; it can only highlight a sense of powerlessness, especially when the opponent is Rorschach.

"Oh!"

Before his finger could even pull the trigger, his head had already been blown to pieces!

Only a headless corpse remained, spurting blood into the sky, as it slowly collapsed!

"Ah"

Rorschach didn't even bother to look at the corpse.

This scene instantly stunned the entire audience; no one dared to move or utter a sound.

Suddenly, a man with Eastern European features stepped forward quickly: "Mr. Butcher! The Adela family wishes to acknowledge you as an elder of the High Table! From this day forward, we will obey your every command and never disobey!"

After speaking, he immediately bowed at a 90-degree angle, and his dozen or so subordinates, though they didn't understand why their boss was the first to back down, hurriedly followed suit.

Seeing this, Winston whispered to Rorschach, "This is Mario Adela, the current head of the Adela family. He controls 80% of the human trafficking in Eastern Europe and is the underground overlord of Eastern Europe."

Rorschach remained silent, merely coldly observing the first man to surrender.

Mario broke out in a cold sweat.

He and his family were renowned throughout Eastern Europe, practically monopolizing the human trafficking business. Even within the High Table, they were a powerful force consistently ranked among the top five.

But at this moment, he was really scared out of his wits. He knew that Rorschach's strength far exceeded that of the High Table, and that continuing to resist was not a wise move. That's why he decided to surrender first.

but
Why is Rorschach not reacting at all?

Shouldn't we be spending a fortune to buy horses, win people's hearts, and accept those who surrender?
“Mario, is that right? Very good.”

Luo Xia's lips curled into a cold smile: "Do you know what kind of scum I hate the most?"

"Uh this"

Mario was slightly taken aback, his mind racing: "Corrupt officials?"

“Anything else?” Rorschach tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Unscrupulous capitalists?"

"anything else?"

"Drug dealer?"

"Very good, what else?"

"This"

Mario's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice began to tremble.

Just as he was stammering, Rorschach suddenly leaned forward, his eyes flashing with a dangerous red light: "What I hate most are human traffickers like you who tear millions of families apart every year!"

Mario's face turned pale, and he was about to speak up, "Mr. Butcher, I can explain—"

"Oh!"

His head suddenly exploded, splattering blood and brain matter all over his men behind him.

Not only him, but all his men had their heads blown off!
The projected images on the wall showed a family of dozens of people being brutally slaughtered, and the Adela family mansion engulfed in flames.

"Damn it, your High Table Society is full of scum who can't even be brought to the table!"

Rorschach spat in disgust, glanced at the group one last time, and, too lazy to say anything more, got up and walked outside: "Winston will tell you what to do. If you want to live, listen to him; if you want to die, do as you please."

He strode away, his unbridled, willful yet despair-inducing aura finally making these underworld bosses, who had dominated the underground world for years, understand the world-shaking difference between gangs and terrorist organizations!

Faced with true terror, their so-called power is utterly worthless!
(End of this chapter)