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Chapter 274 "I'm using this person right now!"

a few minutes ago.

Two members of the British Kingsman intelligence organization, one adult and one child, were hiding in a bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

One was Harry Hart, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair meticulously styled and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

This old guy once competed with Rorschach for nanobombs in Eastern Europe, although in the end he only managed to get one by chance thanks to Agent Bean's luck.

However, his seemingly endless array of high-tech weapons was still impressive. In comparison, his pretentious British gentlemanly demeanor was rather off-putting.

The other young man was a blond-haired lad who looked like he had just come of age. Although he was also wearing a custom-made suit, had his hair slicked back, and wore glasses, he couldn't hide the immaturity in his eyes.

He looks like a newbie who hasn't been on many missions.

Normally, novices would never be sent to participate in such overseas missions, let alone such greenhorns.

But this time the situation is special—first, there's a top agent, Harry, leading the team; second, this young man's identity is unusual.

Yes, this kid is no ordinary person. His name is Eggsy, and he is the son of Harry's deceased comrade-in-arms.

Eggsy's father died in the line of duty, and Harry, unable to bear seeing the widow and her son living in poverty, made an exception and recruited the boy into the Kingsman.

Fortunately, Eggsy lived up to expectations, passing each round of selection smoothly, and even being promoted to a full member with the highest score.

The first mission this time will be led by Harry Hart himself to let his friend's son experience what it's like to be a secret agent!
"Kid, you better watch out for me later."

Harry skillfully cocked his pistol, adjusting his bow tie and cuffs as he spoke seriously, "This is an assassination mission. The most important thing about assassination is three words: 'fast, accurate, and ruthless!' Once we seize the opportunity, we must strike quickly and give the target no chance of escape!"

“OK, doesn’t sound difficult.” Eggsy shrugged dismissively, his young face radiating confidence.

This nonchalant attitude infuriated Harry Hart.

He truly admired men who could remain calm in life-or-death situations and maintain elegance under pressure, such as Rorschach, whom he had clashed with in Europe; that terrorist had left a deep impression on him.

He himself was the same; even with a gun pointed at his temple, he could maintain the elegant demeanor of an English gentleman.

But what is this kid in front of me?
A complete novice who has never performed a single task is acting like a seasoned veteran; this arrogant attitude is truly unpleasant.

Ha used the gun barrel to slam Eggsy on the head: "Seriously, if it weren't for your deadbeat father saving my life, I'd shove this gun up your ass!"

"Ouch!" Eggsy rubbed his head, pouting in annoyance. Although he was dissatisfied, he dared not argue back.

During training, he saw through this guy who always dressed like a movie gentleman, but deep down he was a gruff, foul-mouthed, violent thug in a suit!

"Damn it, do you even know who our target is?" Harry said seriously. "He's a super-rich guy with hundreds of billions in assets, he could bury you in money! Would someone as wealthy as Brother Ni not have powerful bodyguards? If we kill him, do you think we can get away easily? Put away that cocky attitude of yours!"

“Oh,” Eggsy muttered, then couldn’t help but ask, “But we only suspect he’s developing dangerous weapons, and we don’t have any concrete evidence. Are we just going to kill a super-rich man like that?”

"That's right! This is the price of maintaining world peace! Kingsman's duty is to nip threats in the bud!"

"What about Rorschach?"

"Snapped!"

Harry slapped him across the face and said viciously, "If you dare mention that name again, I'll send you to see your father first!"

“Okay, I won’t say anymore.” Eggsy rubbed his face, not daring to mention the taboo name in the organization again.

Harry glared at him, too lazy to explain why the organization hadn't taken any action against Rorschach.

He turned and walked toward the door, inwardly annoyed: This kid lacks the proper respect for the organization, the target, and even for him, a top agent.

Today, he must show this arrogant rookie what a real "ace agent" is!
"Kid, watch carefully and learn from this!"

With those words, Harry pushed the door open a crack and vanished from Eggsy's sight in a flash.

Eggsy's pupils contracted sharply—this was too fast!
No wonder he's a top agent!
He quickly raised his gun to follow, but as soon as he took a step, he saw Harry retreat even faster, his face turning pale with terror.

"you"

"Shhh!!!"

Harry put a finger to his lips and whispered, "Don't fucking make a sound! That damn criminal Rorschach Butcher is down there too!"

"Huh?!" Eggsy was stunned at first, then his eyes widened excitedly. "Rorschach Butcher! Fuck! That's the world's most wanted criminal! We have to catch him! If we catch him, we'll be famous!"

"Woterfa?"

Harry rolled his eyes incredulously. "Do you even know what you're talking about? That's Rorschach Butcher, the fuck! A man who couldn't even handle a carrier battle group, and you're planning to use this nine-shot Glock on him?"

"Uh, actually I modified the magazine so it can hold sixteen rounds."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Eggsy pursed his lips, but his eyes lit up, eager to try: "But that's Rorschach Butcher! He's done so many bad things, and now he's right under our noses. Aren't we really going to arrest him?"

Harry frowned. "What? Rorschach hit you?"

"Huh? How could he possibly have hit me?"

"So he owes you money?"

"No, I don't have any money to lend to others."

"So, among the federal agents he killed, were there any of your relatives?"

"My only relative is my mother."

“Oh, I see,” Harry exclaimed, suddenly realizing, “You want to immigrate to America, so you can’t stand his misbehavior there!”

"Watfak? I'm of pure English blood, why would I want to immigrate to that barbarian America's land!"

"That settles it then! He did all those things but didn't bother you, so why do you insist on arresting him?!"

"You're right, but aren't we law enforcers?"

“Bullshit!” Harry glared. “We’re a private intelligence agency, the council doesn’t pay us, what kind of law enforcement are we!”

Harry Hart stared speechlessly at Eggsy, utterly baffled as to where this kid got so much inexplicable sense of justice.

At the same time, Eggsy was also a little confused. Just a moment ago, his superior was acting like he was determined to eradicate evil, so why did he suddenly become cowardly now?

He quickly locked the bedroom door from the inside, strode to the window, and carefully surveyed the surroundings.

This is a seaside estate. Although it is located by the sea, the villas are situated in the central area of ​​the estate. To evacuate from the sea, one must first traverse nearly a kilometer of the estate.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but if it alerted Luo Xia downstairs...
Harry knew perfectly well that he was no match for Rorschach, and he wasn't even very confident that he could escape unscathed.

"If you ask me, let's just fight them! We're not without high-tech weapons, let's see who has the stronger firepower!" Eggsy shouted again, unwilling to give up.

"Fight? What are we going to fight with?" Harry turned around helplessly. "Look at you, and look at me. What kind of help do you think you can provide? You'll be lucky if you're not a burden! He's the world's number one terrorist, and you're just a delusional rookie!"

He gently pushed open the window and gestured with his chin towards Eggsy: "You go first, I'll cover you. You know the code to the mini-submarine below the dock. If I don't catch up, you can go ahead on your own!"

“No! You’re the officer, you should go first!” Eggsy shook his head stubbornly.

Harry had lost his patience; ever since he saw Rorschach, he felt like he had a thorn in his side and was sweating profusely.

"Stop talking nonsense and get lost!"

"I do not go!"

"You guy."

The argument between the two had become meaningless before it was even over.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure was leaning lazily against the door frame:
"Long time no see, Harry Potter. Why are you trying to slip away without even saying hello to your old friend?"

Harry froze, his hand gripping Eggsy's.

He took a deep breath and corrected sharply, "It's Harry Hart!"

The next second, the guy quickly turned around and threw a sticky bomb the size of a palm from behind him!
Last time in Europe, these sticky bombs put Rorschach on the defensive and he almost got himself killed at that military base, but this time, he won't be so easy to deal with.

"Oh!"

The bomb exploded.

The blue adhesive substance instantly scattered and splashed everywhere, firmly attracting the dust in the air and sticking it tightly to the wall under the strong adhesive force.

However, Rorschach vanished without a trace.

Harry shoved Eggsy out the window, and a specially made large-caliber pistol slid out of his sleeve.

Without even looking behind him, he could tell from the sound that Luo Xia wasn't controlled by the sticky bomb, and without turning his head, he quickly fired a series of shots behind him.

Rorschach moved like a phantom, swiftly weaving through the bullets.

Seeing that things were not going well, Harry immediately dropped his gun and prepared to fight in close combat, but before he could even raise his hand, a tremendous force came crashing down on him.

He was slammed against the wall like a rag doll, the violent impact nearly breaking his cervical spine.

“Fuck.” Harry cursed through gritted teeth, clutching his throbbing neck. “You have a really unique way of greeting old friends.”

"I'm already being considerate by not breaking your leg," Luo Xia chuckled, turning to look out the window.

The kid named Eggsy was running like lightning, already over a hundred meters away, his speed astonishing.

Rorschach, too lazy to bother with such a minor character, turned to Harry and gestured with his chin: "You came all this way to see that black guy Valentine?"

"What else? If I had known you were here, I wouldn't have come even if you killed me. Fuck, you're really unlucky." Harry leaned against the wall and slowly got up.

Judging from Rorschach's actions and tone, the other party probably didn't intend to kill him.

A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders; this guy had reverted to his usual sharp-tongued self.
“But Rorschach, have you really fallen this low? You’re actually hanging out with someone like Valentine? That black guy only knows how to sleep with rich women and spends all his time daydreaming about ruling the world. If it weren’t for his talent of marrying a few rich widows, he would have gone bankrupt long ago.”

“That makes sense.” Rorschach shrugged. “But what can I do? I ran into you guys today. With me here, you Kingsmans won’t be able to kill him.”

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Could he be your sugar daddy? No way, with his big mouth, if he were, it would have spread by now."

"His meager funds aren't even enough for my Ghost Party to fund a few research projects." Luo Xia smiled dismissively and waved his hand. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I'm using this guy right now, so I can't touch him for the time being."

He beckoned to Valentine, who was eavesdropping outside the door: "Come here, apologize to Potter, and I'll arrange for their organization to refrain from assassinating you for a few days."

"Apologize?" Valentine was stunned. "I've never offended these British guys. On the contrary, they've been assassinating me for over a month, and I have to apologize to them?"

He wanted to argue his point, but when he met Rorschach's cold gaze and remembered the other man's skill in slicing through blades and dodging bullets, he forced himself to walk up to Harry despite his displeasure.

"Harry Potter, right?"

"It's Hart!"

“I don’t care if you’re Potter or Hermione, I don’t care what misunderstandings you have about me. Anyway, you’ve tried to assassinate me quite a few times this month. Rorschach is here today, and I can promise not to retaliate against you, but if you dare to continue trying to assassinate me.”

Valentine glanced at Rorschach, then said in a show of bravado, "I'm now a member of the Spectre. If you're not afraid of death, you can try. I'd like to see how many nanobots your Kingsman can withstand."

Harry was furious at the threatening apology, but he was stunned when he heard the word "nano warriors."

The guy looked at Rorschach in shock: "You've teamed up with [Cobra]?"

"That's not true."

"Oh, that's good."

"However, I have already absorbed the cobra."

"what?!"

Harry, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt his heart sink to the bottom and asked incredulously, "How...how did you do that?"

Rorschach smiled meaningfully: "You don't need to know that, but I hope that after you get to Europe, you will spread this news so that everyone knows that there is no more Cobra, only Spectre."

"I would have done it even without you telling me."

Harry's expression was complicated, and he felt that the man in front of him was becoming more and more unfathomable.

When we met in Europe a year ago, he was powerful but still had weaknesses; now, however, he is hard to fathom.

Right now, in this room, one is the world's most wanted criminal, the other is a super-rich man who dreams of ruling the world, and he's the only decent agent.

He had no intention of staying any longer, and after a brief farewell, he prepared to leave.

Since Rorschach is protecting Valentine, ordinary assassination is meaningless to this black man, so we might as well give up.

However, at that moment, a piercing siren suddenly sounded outside.

A submarine broke through the waves and surfaced from the sea in front of the dock.

Eggsy stood on the submarine, shouting through a megaphone, "Listen up, you guys inside! Release Harry right now! Or I'll blow you to smithereens with missiles!"

Luo Xia and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Can such a small submarine carry a missile launch platform?"

"Obviously not."

"What does he mean by that?"

"."

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead, secretly vowing never to take Eggsy, that hothead, on a mission again!
(End of this chapter)