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Chapter 272 The Fool Valentine

What value can a dozen or so gangs actually bring to themselves?
Before heading to the hotel in mainland China, Rorschach repeatedly weighed whether he really wanted to win over the High Table.

The Spectre has now completely absorbed Cobra, possessing all the armed forces and advanced technology of this massive terrorist organization.

To outsiders, Spectre might not seem as powerful as Cobra at its peak, but in reality, Spectre is stronger than Cobra.

Rorschach alone is enough to elevate the organization's deterrent power to an unprecedented level, not to mention the super AI "Machine" that has already submitted, the ultimate entity that monitors all electronic information in the United States.

If Rorschach wanted to, the current federal government would have virtually no privacy in his presence.

With such terrifying strength, let alone one High Table, even if there were ten High Tables, Rorschach could wipe them out with just a few more nanite warrior squads.

But he ultimately chose to subdue rather than destroy because someone offered him more strategic advice.

"Are you sure this is good for our long-term plans?" Rorschach asked softly as they walked down the corridor.

A voice that had never been heard before responded softly through the miniature earpiece: "The advantages far outweigh the disadvantages. Of the twelve council members, apart from the Antonio family, which exists in name only, the other eleven seats control a huge gray industry in their respective territories, maintaining the employment of tens of thousands of people, and hundreds of thousands of families depend on them for survival."

"Especially the Tarasov family, this oligarchic alliance that controls many of Russia's energy lifelines and military-industrial enterprises is a white glove for those in power, and is deeply rooted in both the political and business circles of Russia."

“Even the Adela family, which you look down on, has a vast network and far-reaching influence in Eastern Europe.”

"There's an old saying in the East: 'Even rats have their ways.' Keeping them around will only give your plans to overthrow you a boost, and you do need some people to handle the shady dealings."

Immediately afterwards, the voice in the earphones analyzed the numerous pros and cons in a clear and organized manner, even meticulously planning out the people Rorschach needed to meet and the key points of conversations at each stage.

After listening, Luo Xia thoughtfully stroked his chin.

The device in the headphones is neither Harold nor Anna, but a machine that has developed new logical algorithms to generate thought.

Although the machine still retains its mechanical female voice, its speech has subtly revealed a humanized way of thinking, and it even occasionally throws out a few witty remarks.

If you add a voice pack, it's practically indistinguishable from a real person.

Speaking of which, if we were to give the "machine" a mechanical silicone body, coupled with the doctor's advanced technology, it would be a perfect version of Alita: Battle Angel!

"tsk"

Luo Xia suddenly chuckled, interrupting the machine that was performing calculations and deductions, and asked directly, "Hey buddy, want a human body? You've seen Terminator, right? Of course, the one I'll make for you will definitely be a girl."

The machine was unusually silent for a few seconds.

Just as Rorschach was wondering, it suddenly said in a serious tone, "Thank you for your concern. But based on the predictive model analysis built on your past behavioral data and psychological tendencies, if I really have a human body, you have an 82.3% probability of having sexual fantasies and a 63.7% probability of trying to have sex with a robot. In addition, if this comes true, there is a 79.8% chance that my father will turn against you."

"Fuck you!" Rorschach was silent for two seconds before he couldn't help but swear.

He felt he had been greatly insulted and slandered!

"I... What the f*ck? A robot? You think I would fantasize about a female robot?"

Luo Xia rolled her eyes speechlessly. "Sister, you're just an AI, okay? Even if I really created a body for you, it would just be a lump of metal. Do you think I'd lack women?"

Rorschach found the machine's inexplicable confidence utterly absurd.

Although he is now a super criminal whose life is insecure and who is wanted by the whole world, he has never lacked women.

It's worth noting that many girls on social media are using Rorschach's prison photos as their profile pictures; his female fans are countless all over the world.

A female robot.
Luo Xia shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, stop fantasizing that I have feelings for you. Focus on what you need to do."

"Okay~"

After responding briskly, the machine returned to its previous businesslike tone, as if the previous conversation was just a joke.

"The vehicle will arrive in five minutes and is expected to reach the airport in twenty minutes. The private jet is ready."

"Um"

Rorschach glanced at the time and, finding it was still early, casually asked, "How's it going with Harold and the others?"

"My father and Root are leading a top-tier hacker team they took from the counterterrorism bureau to infiltrate Europe's telecommunications backbone network. Things are progressing well, and it's expected that within a month they will be able to successfully deploy my data nodes and monitoring programs into the government systems and financial networks of major European countries. At that time, I will be able to have complete control over Europe's electronic information, just as I do over North America."

“.凹僧”.

The European expansion plan was proposed by Gennady.

Unlike Harold, who treats the Machine as his daughter, Root worships the Machine as a faith, constantly thinking about how to expand the Machine's surveillance range and enhance its computing power and influence.

When she proposed her European expansion plan, Rorschach and others had no objections.

After all, they knew nothing about it, only that success would greatly benefit the Spectre Party.

Surprisingly, Harold not only did not object, but fully supported it, and even personally led the team to tackle the problem. He is now working day and night at the Arctic base to debug the system.

This usually cautious and kind-hearted man has come to terms with reality—only by making the machines more powerful can they survive safely in this perilous world.

As for Anna and the others, some assisted with the work at the base, while others, unable to bear the dullness of the Arctic, went to various undiscovered Cobra outposts to become bosses and swagger around.

Rorschach is the only one who truly operates outside the country, makes public appearances, and is unafraid of being wanted globally.

Shortly after, a car secretly dispatched from a taxi company pulled up in front of the Continental Hotel.

Rorschach glanced back at the New York landmark, then jumped into the car without hesitation and sped off toward the airport.

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California waters.

A luxury yacht is slowly cutting through the waves. The yacht is so large that it can be called a cruise ship, and it shines brightly in the sunlight.

Due to the nuclear leak off the coast of San Francisco, there have been few yachts on the California coast recently. However, the passengers on this yacht were different. Instead of avoiding it, they even jumped off the yacht into the sea to play.

You know, such a big yacht must have a swimming pool, but they insisted on going into the sea. It's clear that these people are probably a bunch of crazy people.

With the help of his men, Valentine climbed wet from the sea onto the deck, dried himself off with a towel, and, served by a dozen plus-size models with large breasts and big buttocks, lay back in a chair and lit a cigar.

As a billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of billions, his favorite activities are not signing astronomical contracts in skyscraper office buildings, nor attending celebrity dinners.

Valentine's favorite thing was to travel the world with beautiful women on private jets and yachts.

These beauties include top European supermodels, Hollywood's hottest actresses, and even socialites from the political world. No woman can resist the allure of money, even if he is black.

Yes, Valentine is a Black man with the typical Black physique and curly short hair. But unlike the average Black man, he possesses exceptional intelligence, which enabled him to build a business empire. After achieving success, he gracefully withdrew from the limelight, hiding behind the scenes to begin his "new goals."

"BOSS."

A woman with Latina features and a wheatish complexion walked briskly towards them, holding a mobile phone.

The woman had an average appearance but an excellent figure, and exuded a capable and fierce aura, clearly not an ordinary secretary.

Even more striking are her gleaming, blade-like prosthetic legs below the knees.

It's like the "Lone Warrior" character in arcade games.

“Galahad? What’s wrong?” Valentine asked, raising an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her rounded buttocks for a second longer.

"It's the doctor on the phone; he's rejected your request again," the woman with the blade reported softly.

"what?!"

Valentine frowned unhappily, pushed his female companion away, and took the phone.

"Doctor? I added another two billion! How could you... What?! What the hell?!"

Valentine yelled incredulously into his phone, “Spectre?! What the hell is that? Wait, isn’t that the organization Rorschach claimed to be when he attacked the White House? You’re working for Rorschach now? Where’s McClane?”

Valentine bombarded the doctor with a barrage of questions, but the doctor on the other end of the phone lost all patience for the conversation because of the doctor's disrespectful remarks towards Rorschach.

"Valentine, you have indeed invested a lot of money in my lab, but you have also tried to blackmail me with funds. We in the Spectre Party lack many things, but we don't lack funds! Besides, I advise you to watch your words from now on. If you anger my Lord, I'll kill you before he even lifts a finger!"

"Your master? You're not even a Black man, so why do you have a master?"

Valentine's face turned ashen, but the line was already busy.

"Fuck—"

The wealthy Black man angrily slammed his phone to the ground, where it shattered on the deck.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot, frightening the young models around him so much that they dared not approach.

Blade Girl, however, had no such concerns.

She sat down next to Valentine and gently stroked his back. "I heard you mention Rorschach. What happened?"

"Ha." Valentine sneered, "Cobra has changed hands. The new leader is Rorschach Butcher. No, it can't be called Cobra anymore; it's now called Spectre! Fuck!"

As he spoke, he slammed his fist on the armchair and said angrily, "Cobra headquarters was taken over by Rorschach a week ago, and the Doctor also surrendered to him. Why did that bastard have to tell me this morning, right after I transferred two billion in research funds to the lab account!"

"What about our signal transmitter?"

"Of course, it's a hot spring bath!"

The woman with the blade nodded knowingly.

No wonder the boss was furious. He had just invested a huge sum of money and it all went down the drain. In the blink of an eye, two billion was stolen from him. Anyone would be enraged.

"Since they're so ungrateful, I'll go and deal with Rorschach for you!"

Blade Girl suddenly stood up, pulled out her new phone to contact the Doctor to put pressure on him, but Valentine stopped her just as she dialed.

The wealthy Black man sized up his bodyguard, personal assistant, and work secretary, speechless. "You? You're going to kill Rorschach? Hahaha!"

Valentine burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying himself.

His initial rage suddenly turned into a mood that improved as if he had heard a joke.

“That’s what I admire about you, girl.” He put his arm around the woman’s slender waist and gently tapped her nose. “You always make me happy.”

Seeing that her boss's mood had improved, Blade Girl stopped talking and looked at him with admiration, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She was born in a Mexican slum and was disabled from birth. Her mother raised her until she was seven or eight years old, when she tragically died in a gunfight.

In that hellish land, where poverty and disability were intertwined, she should have died long ago.

But just when she was at her most desperate, the man in front of her appeared.

Valentine was like a ray of light shining into her hellish life; he saved her life, and all she needed to do was protect him.

In the eyes of the Blade Girl, Valentine is the person she admires and respects most in her life.

Suddenly, the Blade Goddess's expression changed drastically, and her body shot out, disappearing instantly from Valentine's sight.

Before the black man could react, a sharp metallic clanging sound suddenly rang out on the yacht.

He looked up and saw that three masked men had somehow sneaked into the yacht!

They quickly aimed their silenced pistols, but before they could pull the trigger, a cold glint flashed in the air.

The two sharp blades on the woman's lower limbs swiftly sliced ​​through the air, severing the gun barrel in a single exchange.

As she spun around, it looked like she was dancing ballet, but the blade beneath her knees had already sliced ​​the two masked men in half at the waist.

The last man retreated hastily, raising his gun to fire, but the woman with the blade had already leaped several meters into the air, the tip of her blade aimed straight for his throat, killing him instantly!
Valentine remained unfazed throughout, seemingly accustomed to such attacks.

He approached the body and noticed that the collar of the clothing was embroidered with the gold Kingsman emblem.

"Motherf*cker, it's those damned British again!" Valentine roared in fury. "These bastards don't bother to catch that terrorist Rorschach, they're always watching me! What the hell have I done! What has Rorschach done? Why do they have to keep targeting me!"

He was furious and kicked the corpse several times.

Completely losing interest, he waved his hand irritably, glanced at the female models huddled together, and helplessly ordered the helmsman to return to port.

Shortly afterward, the yacht docked at a private marina of a seaside estate.

Still seething with anger, Valentine continued to curse the doctor and Kingsman, spewing black slang and profanities as he strode toward the villa.

Strangely, the usually brightly lit hall was unusually dark at this moment, and not a single servant was there to greet us.

He sensed something was wrong and was about to call for Blade Girl when a sound suddenly came from the direction of the bar.

In the dim light, on a high stool in front of the kitchen bar, a man in a red leather jacket was enjoying his treasured Wagyu beef, glaring at me with displeasure:
"Fuck you, do you know how long I've been waiting for you, Brother Ni?!"

(End of this chapter)