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Chapter 273 The Black Mindset

Rorschach Butcher

Valentine naturally recognized the man in front of him.

Super-rich individuals like him, who operate in the gray areas of the law, are most concerned with dangerous figures who could cause social unrest.

For example, the person standing in front of him now.

Because of Rorschach, his real estate investments in California were completely wiped out, resulting in huge losses.

He publicly cursed Rorschach on multiple occasions, threatening to kill him.

But when this dangerous individual actually appeared before them...
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Mr. Butcher."

Valentine quickly adjusted his expression, smiled, and bowed slightly.

Not only did he turn a blind eye to Rorschach's trespassing, but he also ignored the racially discriminatory insults he had just received, wearing a perfect welcoming smile and behaving impeccably.

He calmly walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of rare vintage wine, and returned to Rorschach with two crystal glasses.

"Boom"

The cork popped open, and Valentine smiled as he poured the wine, saying, "Actually, I have even better wines in my cellar, but seeing that Mr. Butcher has come in person, he must have something important to discuss, so I'll make do with what I have for now."

Rorschach stared at the full glass of wine in front of him, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at the wealthy black man.

His appearance is strikingly similar to Nick Fury in the Marvel movies, but his manners are impeccable, quite unlike other Black people who constantly spout profanities.

"interesting."

Luo Xia picked up his glass of red wine, rinsed his mouth, and elegantly wiped his lips with a napkin. He asked slowly and deliberately, "I heard you transferred another two billion to the doctor's lab this morning?"

"Yes, that's true."

Valentine recalled the doctor's fervent tone when talking about Rorschach on the phone and carefully chose his words: "Over the years, I have been funding the doctor's research projects, with a total investment that has long exceeded 10 billion. This 2 billion is just to express my gratitude for the doctor's many years of cooperation, and has no other meaning."

Luo Xia gave a half-smile, not calling him out on his story, and continued to press, "What project?"

Valentine hesitated slightly upon hearing this.

Especially when he met Luo Xia's ambiguous smile, he became even more confused about the other party's intentions.

Judging from the doctor's phone call, Rorschach's Ghost Party has now absorbed Cobra, making it arguably the most dangerous terrorist organization in the world.

A super criminal with enormous wealth and powerful armed forces is not someone a businessman can contend with.

After a brief hesitation, Valentine told the truth: "I hope the doctor can build me a giant signal transmitter that can cover the whole world."

"Oh?"

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow meaningfully, "This is no easy task. You know, many countries possess signal jamming technology and have sophisticated countermeasures against signal interference from unknown sources."

Valentine nodded in agreement: "That's right, so I expected it to cost a huge amount of money and take a long time. Even after so many years, I have never complained."

“Interesting, that makes me curious.” Rorschach asked, feigning doubt, “You’re spending such a huge sum of money just to build a signal transmitter? Are you planning to monopolize the global telecommunications market?”

“No, of course not.” Valentine shook his head in denial. “Mr. Butcher, you are underestimating me. In fact, I have no interest in commercial interests or making money.”

The wealthy Black man swirled his wine glass, his tone unconsciously revealing an air of arrogance: "My personal assets exceed 100 billion, and the funds I can mobilize far exceed that figure. Frankly speaking, apart from a few heads of state, there are very few people in the world who can rival me in wealth."

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, secretly comparing the black man's wealth with Harold's.

Upon comparison, he discovered that the two were not comparable at all.

Besides his real-world technology investments, what makes Harold most feared is that, with his hacking skills and the assistance of machines, he can plunder wealth at will in the online world.

If he's willing to break the law, probably no electronic account in the world is safe.

In other words, as long as the machine exists, Harold's wealth is virtually inexhaustible.

Valentine, oblivious to Rorschach's thoughts, continued to elaborate on his grand ambitions: "Money is nothing but a meaningless numbers game to me. Now that my material needs are completely and easily met, I have only one ultimate goal!"

"Hmm?" Luo Xia raised his chin, waiting with great interest to hear what kind of earth-shattering dream this black man could come up with.

"I will purify and elevate all of humanity!" Valentine stood up abruptly and declared emphatically.

Ok
Rorschach sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

He knew perfectly well that he couldn't expect to hear anything of value from a black man!

"Rorschach, please believe me."

Valentine abandoned the polite address of "Mr. Butcher" and became more enthusiastic.

"I have developed a very detailed plan and implementation scheme for this, and everything is ready."

Once the topic of dreams came up, this guy forgot his fear, walked over to Rorschach, put his arm around his shoulder and said seriously, "Don't you think there are just too many humans in this world? Elites like you and me are dragged down by those mediocre people who just lie around and do nothing. What right do they have to live in the same world as us? These social parasites should all be wiped out!"

Luo Xia was taken aback after hearing this.

"this."

He sized up the excited black man and couldn't help but retort, "They're just lying down, but they eat their own food, use their own things, don't steal or rob, and are law-abiding citizens. How can they be called parasites? And just because of that, you want to kill them all?"

"But they're wasting their lives!"

Valentine waved his arms excitedly, “Mediocrity is the original sin! For humanity to progress, we must eliminate these worthless dregs and leave only one percent, no, one in a thousand elites! Like geniuses like you and me, or decision-makers like presidents and prime ministers! Because it is we who are driving the world forward!”

"OK, OK, I understand what you mean, but I need to correct one thing."

Rorschach raised his index finger: "It's true that a small group of people are driving the world forward. But that small group definitely doesn't include you or me, much less those damn American presidents or prime ministers! It's people like Dr. Harold and my friend who are driving the world forward!"

"Uh, you're right. But who is Harold?"

"You're not qualified to know yet."

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Rorschach's utterly disdainful attitude towards the other party caused the atmosphere to fall silent.

Valentine was about to get angry, but when he thought about the other party's identity and past "achievements", his anger immediately dissipated.

“Rorschach, I genuinely want to cooperate with you [Cobra]... no, [Spectre]!”

He rubbed his hands eagerly: "With my financial resources, plus your research resources and armed forces, perhaps in less than a year, we can infiltrate the governments of various countries. Then, through my plan that I've been conceiving for many years, we will..."

"So you're going to activate the electronic signals in the phone cards you distribute for free to the world's elites and hundreds of millions of ordinary people, stimulating the violent areas of the human brain within a five-meter radius to create global chaos?" Luo Xia interrupted with a cold laugh.

"So you knew all along?" Valentine was taken aback, then nodded and said, "That makes sense. You're the doctor's boss now, he must have told you everything."

Then, the black man excitedly gestured wildly: "Since Rorschach knows about this plan, you should understand that it's entirely feasible! When the world is in chaos and the military is paralyzed, it will be the perfect opportunity for us to take control of the globe! With the Spectre's nanobots, we can definitely achieve this goal!" He said anxiously, "Now all we need is a super signal transmitter that can cover the entire globe! The doctor said that we only need a few key components to complete it, just one more step, Rorschach!"

Rorschach shrugged. "That sounds interesting, but then what?"

"What then?" Valentine asked, looking bewildered.

"What happens after global control?"

"Then you become the global ruler, and I'll help you manage the army!"

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Rorschach fell silent.

He stared at the bald-headed man in front of him for a long time before finally asking, "What kind of business do you run to make so much money?"

“After my father died, I inherited his estate and later married several wealthy widows. After they died, I inherited their property,” Valentine answered honestly.

"Oh, that's not surprising."

So it turns out he started his business with his body, not his brain. No wonder someone with such wealth would make such a foolish statement.

Remembering the machine's suggestion, Luo Xia patiently continued, "Who did you give those phone cards that the doctor developed that can stimulate violent signals in the brain to?"

“There are so many!” Valentine immediately perked up and rattled off a long list of Hollywood stars and philanthropists.

But Rorschach had no interest in any of that. He interrupted directly, "Politicians! I'm asking which politicians you gave them to!"

“Politicians?” Valentine frowned in thought. “These dignitaries use specially made anti-eavesdropping phones; they generally don’t use phone cards given to them by outsiders. However, over the years I’ve organized quite a few charity galas and political fundraising events, and I’ve given away quite a few as well.”

As he spoke, he took out his phone, pulled up a list, and handed it to Luo Xia. The list was densely packed with the names of political figures from various countries, all of whom had accepted his "phone cards."

Seeing several familiar names, Luo Xia nodded in satisfaction.

[Machine] is right, I did gain something from meeting this Brother Ni.

"Not bad, although you're not very bright, your methods are quite good."

Luo Xia patted him on the shoulder, about to say something more, when a sharp metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out in the hall!
"call out--!"

Blade Girl had somehow slipped into the living room, and after hearing Rorschach's disrespectful words to her boss, she could no longer suppress her anger.

The blade slammed down on the ground, propelling him into the air, the gleaming blade aimed straight for Luo Xia's throat!
Before Rorschach could make a move, Valentine panicked.

He hurriedly raised his hand to try to stop the Blade Girl's attack, but she had already launched a full-scale assault.

When you're in mid-air, how easy is it to stop?
In the blink of an eye, the blade, powerful enough to cut through metal, was already close to Rorschach's throat, no more than an inch away!
But those few centimeters became an insurmountable barrier—a large hand was firmly gripping the base of the blade.

Under this immense force, Blade Girl was like a butterfly pinned to a spot, suspended in mid-air in front of Rorschach.

She stared in shock at the large, motionless hand, her eyes filled with disbelief.

His own sharp blade, capable of cleaving steel, did not leave the slightest mark on the opponent's palm, not even a scratch, let alone draw blood!
"boom--!"

Rorschach delivered a swift chop, shattering the blade into countless fragments.

The woman with the blade fell heavily to the ground, and for the first time, panic appeared on her usually calm and composed face.

"Holy shit! Holy crap, fuck!!!"

Valentine was stunned and speechless.

This was the first time in all these years that he had witnessed such a breathtaking scene.

Oh wait, I saw it on the San Francisco coast before, and the creator was this scoundrel in front of me!

Seeing Rorschach narrow his eyes in displeasure, the black man quickly stepped in front of the woman with a smile and said apologetically, "Sorry, Rorschach, this is my assistant Galahad. She doesn't know who you are."

The woman with the blade looked at her boss in astonishment. She had never seen him so obsequious, not even when facing the doctor whom she desperately wanted.

Rorschach slowly wiped his hands with a napkin, his gaze sweeping over the Blade Girl who was slumped on the ground.

She leaned against the cold floor tiles, her clothes disheveled, her expression dejected, with broken blades scattered around her.

What should have been a pitiful scene was instead made all the more gruesome by the broken blades and limbs.

"Galahad."

Luo Xia smiled knowingly. "Nice legs. You might consider coming with me after your boss dies."

He scanned her entire body with an aggressive gaze before turning and leaving: "I'll have the doctor continue developing the signal transmitter. There will be hundreds of thousands of new phone cards in the next couple of days, and I need you to distribute them using your identity and connections."

"Who will receive them?" Valentine asked curiously.

"You'll find out in a few days, and there's more."

Rorschach tossed him a cell phone. "Use this to contact me. Keep it on."

"Okay, okay!" Valentine immediately nodded happily.

He had said all this in order to cooperate with the Spectre Party, and now that he heard Rorschach actually supported his plan, the black man was all smiles, his joy evident on his face.

He had wanted to invite Luo Xia to stay and enjoy the wine and conversation, but considering the other man's sensitive identity, he hesitated and could only watch him leave.

Just as Rorschach was about to step out of the living room, Valentine suddenly remembered something, and without paying attention to the Blade Girl who was still on the ground, he quickly chased after her.

"Wait! Rorschach, wait!"

Valentine caught up with Rorschach, scratching his head and saying with a forced smile, "Well... speaking of which, we're allies now, aren't we?"

"An ally? Ha." Luo Xia scoffed disdainfully. "Don't flatter yourself. It's just that the phone card you designed is somewhat useful to me."

“I understand, but it’s still a partnership,” Valentine said with a forced smile.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Luo Xia glanced at him impatiently.

Valentine cautiously said, "Recently, a British civilian intelligence organization called Kingsman has been targeting me. Although it's not a major threat, being constantly harassed like this isn't a solution. So I was thinking, could our Ghost Party send a group of nanobots to protect me?"

"Kingsman?"

Upon hearing the name, Rorschach suddenly recalled the group of British men he encountered in Eastern Europe during the quest for nanobots. One of them, an agent dressed in a custom-made suit and acting like a conscientious agent, seemed to be from this organization.

He stroked his chin and nodded, saying, "Alright, they're here anyway, so let's take care of it for you."

"Huh? Where are they?"

Valentine was taken aback and looked around blankly.

(End of this chapter)