North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 90 Crisis Stifling Team: Target - Rorschach Butcher! (Seeking monthly ticket)

Washington, DC

House of Parliament.

In the oak office on the top floor, our Speaker, Ms. Pelari, was warmly entertaining two guests who had come from afar.

"We've almost exhausted all the topics that need to be discussed."

Pelari picked up his coffee and glanced between the two men. "Fox River and Island Terminus are considered benchmarks for both public and private prisons in the United States right now."

She looked at Warden Pope with a faint smile on her lips. "Especially Fox River Prison. They've recently imprisoned a high-profile figure who's garnered nationwide attention. Warden Pope, that Rorschach Butcher is no pushover. You have to be careful and make sure he doesn't take advantage of any loopholes."

"The Speaker is worrying too much. The only exit of the prison is guarded by three explosion-proof doors, and there are hundreds of fully armed riot guards outside. There is no way the prisoners can escape from inside." Pope said in a firm tone.

"I hope so." Pelari nodded slightly, his eyes somewhat meaningful.

At this moment, Hennessy, the warden of the Terminus Island who was sitting nearby, suddenly spoke up, "Actually, it's more appropriate for this Rorschach Butcher to be imprisoned on Terminus Island. Our Death Race is in need of a contestant who will spark discussion. If he were to compete, it would definitely stir up a sensation in high society."

Pelari chuckled. "If you win that competition, you can get out of jail. What if he really wins the championship? What are you going to do? Really let him go?"

"What's so hard about this?"

Hennessy swirled his coffee disapprovingly. "Just release them first and then catch them. Terminus Island employs over 500 retired soldiers, and that's exactly what they do."

Listening to the conversation between the two old women, Pope felt a little uncomfortable and turned his eyes away.

Compared to the public prison where he was, private prisons like End Island were more about using prisoners to make money than imprisoning them.

Take the "Death Race" race that Hennessy just mentioned.

It was a live competition known for its bloodiness and violence, where death row inmates drove modified cars to death, with a mortality rate of up to 90%.

The audience for this live broadcast is the world's wealthy and political leaders, and ordinary people have never even heard of it.

At this moment, Pope's cell phone suddenly rang rapidly.

He apologized to the two of them, walked to the corner and answered the phone.

Pelari continued to talk to Hennessy, but his peripheral vision kept watching Pope's increasingly gloomy expression.

"What happened, Pope? Is it at the prison?" Pelari asked with concern when he saw Pope hang up the phone.

Pope nodded grimly. "There was a riot in the prison, with hundreds of prisoners killed or injured."

Pelari narrowed his eyes. "How could this happen? This is a dereliction of duty on your part as warden."

Pope glanced at her and replied calmly, "The leader was that Rorschach Butcher. The damn guy killed a lot of prisoners who were besieging him, and I don't know where he got the gun to blow open the prison gate."

The smile on Pelari's face froze instantly: "Who are you talking about? Rorschach Butcher?!"

"Yes, it's him! Not only did he kill the prisoners, he also led the riot! Damn it!"

Pope swore, a rare omission, and took a deep breath before saying, "Sorry, Speaker, I have to rush back to Chicago to deal with this immediately."

He strode towards the door without looking back, cursing Pelary and Rorschach a thousand times in his mind.

Especially Rorschach!
He gave the gun to the boy for self-defense, but this madman ended up causing such a big mess!
It turns out that he was brought up by that old guy Griffin. When he goes crazy, he completely disregards the lives of others!

After he left, the warden of the End Island, Hennessy, curled his lips and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

But just as she was about to propose to Pelari that Rorschach be transferred to his prison, she looked up and saw that the Speaker in front of her had an equally terribly gloomy expression.

"wear?"

Since no one else was around, she switched to a more intimate address, "Are you worried about that Rorschach Butcher?"

Pelari didn't respond. After a few seconds of silence, she waved her hand, forced a smile, and said, "Let's meet at the dinner tonight. I have something urgent to deal with right now."

Hennessy was full of doubts, but he still smiled and nodded. "Of course, you go ahead and do your work. By the way, can you spare some time next week? I heard from Apple that a new batch of goods arrived on his island, shipped from South America and Southeast Asia, with hundreds of people. Let's find some time to go on vacation together?"

Pelari subconsciously touched the wrinkles on his face, thinking that it was time to replenish renin.

"Okay, I'll call a few more people, and after we land on the island, I'll introduce the President and his wife to you."

"Haha, then I'll be waiting."

Soon, Pelari was the only one left in the office.

The old woman remembered what Pope had just said, and the knuckles of her fingers holding the cup gradually turned white.

According to her plan, when Pope arrived in Washington, the prison guards bribed by the Secret Service would deliberately provoke a riot, giving the prisoners who hated Rorschach an opportunity to get rid of him. But now, this kid had actually killed those prisoners and opened the prison gate, triggering an even bigger riot.

Damn Fuck!

Why can't he just die? !
Pelari took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, then walked to his desk and called the Attorney General.

Before the other party could speak, she asked, "Did the [Machine] actually transmit any information about Rorschach Butcher? Don't try to fool me, Holder! Just a few minutes ago, this damned Chicago redneck killed hundreds of people. He definitely meets the criteria of a terrorist according to the [Machine]!"

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, as if digesting her words.

Then, Attorney General Holder's voice came: "The mainframe of the [machine] is in the secret command post of the Counterterrorism Bureau. Unless there is an emergency, Jack is in charge."

"Fuck! I knew it!"

Pellari hung up the phone and prepared to go out with the Secret Service to find Jack and ask him for an explanation.

But as soon as she walked out of the Capitol, she stopped and waved to the Secret Service behind her, signaling them not to follow her.

The number of people in the United States who knew the exact location of where she was going next could be counted on two hands. Even the president and the secretary of state were among them. It was one of the biggest secrets in the country.

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After going through many hidden checkpoints, Pelari finally arrived at the secret command post of the Counter-Terrorism Agency headquarters in Washington.

The elevator door on the eighth floor underground slowly opened, and she saw Jack sitting on the sofa looking through some documents.

Pelari immediately demanded, "I don't want to hear any more nonsense. Send out the Crisis Suppression Team immediately, targeting Rorschach Butcher. Otherwise, Congress will hold an inquiry into your abuse of power tomorrow morning!"

Jack put down the documents in his hand expressionlessly, looked up at Pelari, and said in a flat tone, "The Crisis Suppression Team is fully controlled by the [Machine]. Only when it determines that a target poses a threat to American security will it issue a dispatch order. I have no authority to command the [Machine]."

"Haha, others don't have that power, but you were once the captain of the Strangler Squad and had the most contact with the Machine. Aside from the Machine's creator, who has been silenced, you are the only one with the authority to communicate with the Machine."

Pelari sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, the [Machine] would have already determined Rorschach to be a terrorist threatening national security, but you deliberately concealed it."

Jack remained silent, raised his head, and stared straight at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking about.

Seeing this, Pelari sighed softly. "Jack, I may have had selfish motives in the past, but you know what? A few minutes ago, this Rorschach caused a riot in the prison, resulting in the deaths and injuries of numerous guards and staff. He's now a terrorist who is harmful to the country. As the Deputy Director of the Counterterrorism Bureau and the Head of Operations, responsible for overall counterterrorism operations both domestically and internationally, where has your responsibility gone?"

At this point, her tone grew colder. "Let me remind you, if loyalty isn't absolute, it's absolutely disloyal. Your current behavior makes me doubt your position and motives."

Jack glanced at her sideways, sighed inwardly, and stood up to walk out. "Talk to the Machine yourself. The Speaker's authority is no less than mine."

Seeing the other party compromise, Pelari raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked towards the heavy metal door at the end of the room.

After entering the fingerprint and iris, the door opened with a bang.

"Hello, Perali."

A cold, mechanical female voice rang out in the empty room.

Pelari stared at the black text popping up on the pure white screen, a confident smile on his face.

In the dark side of this country, whether it is the CIA, FBI, or the military, they all maintain one or more special agent teams that represent the limits of human nature:
Treadstone, Blackbriar, Outcome, IMF, The Shop, The Farm, The Unit.
All members of these teams are top agents carefully selected from the elite special forces.

As the highest privileged agency that controls the "Machine" after 9/11, the Counter-Terrorism Bureau naturally has its own trump card - Project: Silent Killswitch!
Unlike other agents who are responsible for infiltration, stealing secrets, and kidnapping, the mission of the Crisis Suppression Team is extremely pure.

[Machines] provide target information, and they are responsible for making the target disappear completely from the world.

"Finally, we're going to get serious."

After a few seconds.

Stranglers around the world simultaneously received a coded message:
(Encrypted Channel Activation - Highest Priority)

Target: Rorschach Butcher

Threat Assessment: Level: TOP (Extremely Deadly)
Status: Active Hunting Mode (Confirmed to hold Black Level Intelligence)
Clear authorization: effective immediately (no need for secondary confirmation)

Backup Plan: If resistance is encountered, use of β-class incendiary bombs is permitted to destroy all biological traces within a 500-meter radius.

Last known coordinates: Fox River Correctional Facility, Chicago, Illinois

Note: "He is not prey, he is a plague." (--Final command communication fragment)

(This message will self-destruct in 10 seconds)

(End of this chapter)