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Chapter 170 "Getting Closer to You Means Getting Closer to Danger" (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Robert's hand unconsciously rested on the pistol at his waist, but seeing Jack's nonchalant expression beside him, he hesitated for a moment before letting go.

Unlike him, who came from a civilian background, Jack started from the desert operation and climbed up the ranks step by step through military merit amidst gunfire.

Even if Rorschach suddenly launches an attack, this old friend will be there to protect him.

To his surprise, when Jack saw the man in the restaurant with his back to them, he not only didn't draw his gun, but instead greeted him familiarly.

And the very first sentence left Robert stunned.

"I can give you three minutes to run away."

Jack glanced at the few young corpses on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, but did not utter a word of reproach.

He looked at Rorschach, who was facing away from them, washing the blood off his hands with whiskey, and asked in a deep voice, "Where's Ginny?"

“In the restroom, I accidentally splashed blood on her just now,” Luo Xia replied without turning his head.

Jack nodded slightly, his tense nerves relaxing a little.

Although he was certain that Bump wouldn't dare to do anything reckless after learning Ginny's identity, she was, after all, a Black woman, and who knew if she might suddenly "revert to her ancestral ways" and do something crazy.

Ignoring Robert's frantic winks, Jack strolled over the corpses and pulled up a chair opposite Rorschach.

"I don't want to waste any more words, Rorschach."

Jack stared at him expressionlessly, his tone devoid of any personal emotion, "How many nanobombs do you have left?"

Rorschach, who was washing his hands, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Jack, although I have a good relationship with your daughter, isn't this a bit too personal? At least respect other people's privacy."

"How dare you mention Ginny?!"

Jack's suppressed rage erupted instantly, and he slammed his hand on the dining table.

The solid wood tabletop broke off at one corner under this single blow!
A hint of surprise flashed in Luo Xia's eyes. This guy has such a strong grip?

“If it weren’t for you, Ginny would still be a police officer in Chicago. She would never have come to New York, let alone been kidnapped by drug dealers and gangsters!” Jack glared at Rorschach through gritted teeth.

Faced with these accusations, Rorschach looked helpless.

What Jack said makes sense.

Back in Chicago, Ginny was kidnapped by the Salamanca family, who wanted to use her to threaten him. And this time, although the Harlem gang incident had nothing to do with him—it was purely because this girl was too eager to catch bad guys—Ginny wouldn't have been transferred to New York if it weren't for him.

“Jack,” Rorschach tried to calm the angry father, “I assure you that from tonight onwards, your daughter will be safe from any further threats. I will protect her in New York.”

"You're promising me that?" Jack seemed to have heard a joke, a mocking smile appearing on his cold face. "A wanted criminal with a global warrant and a bounty of hundreds of millions is actually promising me he'll protect my daughter's safety."

He chuckled a few times, then shook his head helplessly: "Rorschach, I have no interest in playing house with you. As long as you promise to stay away from Ginny from now on, I can let you go tonight."

Robert frowned upon hearing this, but refrained from interrupting his old friend's promise.

Before the two could respond, a scream suddenly rang out in the restaurant.

"Dad!!!"

Ginny rushed out of the bathroom, her face and hair still wet with water droplets.

She grabbed Rorschach's arm and glared at Jack, saying, "What I do with Rorschach is none of your business! I liked him when I was in Chicago, and it has nothing to do with whether he's a wanted criminal or not!"

Jack quickly scanned her body, and after confirming that she was not injured, he frowned: "So, in order to be with him, you'd rather be wanted by the world? No decent wedding, having to hide from surveillance cameras when traveling, not being able to brag about your boyfriend to your best friends, and never being able to live in the sunlight?"

Although Jack spent less time with Ginny than her mother did growing up due to work, he knew his daughter's vanity all too well.

This girl has been talking about finding the perfect boyfriend ever since she was in school, so she can show him off to her best friends.

Now look what's happened! She's found a boyfriend—not the most perfect one, but the one with the highest bounty!

Forget about showing off; you'll be taken away by the police for questioning within five minutes of walking down the street.

However, Ginny's reaction was completely unexpected.

The girl clung tightly to Luo Xia's arm, stubbornly shouting, "Then I'll live in hiding for the rest of my life! What does all this matter as long as I can be with the person I love?"

"Shit! Do you know what you're saying?!" Jack couldn't help but swear.

He discovered for the first time that his daughter was a hopeless romantic, having inherited none of his calm and wisdom.

Even Rorschach looked at Ginny in surprise.

He initially thought this girl liked him just for the thrill, but now it seems her attitude is far more resolute than he imagined.

Ignoring her father's murderous gaze, Ginny stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Rorschach's neck, and tilted her head back to kiss him.

Caught off guard, Luo Xia reacted by wrapping his arms around her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace, responding passionately.

The two kissed deeply in front of Jack, completely ignoring his livid face.

At that moment, Robert couldn't help but scratch his head.

In his decades-long career with the FBI, he had seen countless bizarre and outrageous scenes, but tonight's was truly a first.

They were supposed to be arresting terrorists, but it turned out their target was having an affair with the daughter of the counter-terrorism bureau chief, and they were even passionately kissing in front of her father at the arrest scene.

This is ridiculous. If it weren't for the dozen or so headless corpses on the ground, he would have thought he had stumbled into the set of some melodramatic romance movie.

A few dozen seconds later, sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from Jack, Rorschach gently patted Ginny's shapely buttocks and pushed her away.

He coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and avoided Jack's gaze.

But Ginny showed no shyness, still clinging tightly to his arm, her face beaming with an undisguised sweet smile.

In her original fantasy, her first kiss should have been like in "The Notebook," given to her sweetheart on a romantic Ferris wheel, not like now, under the gaze of two middle-aged men, one of whom was her father.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

At least it will let Jack understand his determination.

Just as she was lost in her beautiful fantasy, Rorschach suddenly withdrew his arm, gently patted her shoulder, and said softly, "Listen to your father, Ginny. Now is not the time for us to be together."

“You,” Ginny stared at him in disbelief.

But Rorschach's tone was unusually firm: "I promise you, that day will come, but not now. Right now, it's me."

He thought of the Logan family in the Gary Mountains and chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Getting close to me is like getting close to danger."

“To be away from you is to be away from happiness.” Ginny wanted to step forward, but Rorschach gently pushed her to Jack’s side.

"Believe me, that day is not far away."

Ignoring Ginny's reddened eyes, Rorschach turned and walked toward the back door.

Jack held tightly to his daughter, who was trying to chase after him, and stared at Rorschach's retreating figure, saying in a deep voice, "Hand over the remaining nanobombs! I can apply to the Attorney General to have the Counterterrorism Bureau's arrest warrant revoked. Rorschach, do you really want to live this life on the run?"

Rorschach waved his hand without turning his head: "A man who knows why he lives can bear almost any life, can't he?"

"Besides, Jack, there are more federal law enforcement agencies than just your counterterrorism bureau, so your promise is meaningless."

Robert strode forward and shouted, "Rorschach Butcher! What do you take us for? Someone who comes and goes as they please? There are Terrorist Agency and FBI agents all over the place right now. You'd better behave yourself, or I can't guarantee what inhumane things might happen next!"

Rorschach suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, calmly looking at Robert. "You can try to keep me here. But I can't guarantee that a nanobomb won't land in Times Square the next second. Oh, by the way, it's about 10 PM now, if I remember correctly, that's when the crowds are at their heaviest." "."

Robert's expression froze instantly.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no longer the lone wolf he had been six months ago.

Seeing the FBI director speechless, Rorschach shrugged and swaggered toward the back door.

The news always says that the federal government will never compromise with terrorists, but it seems they've compromised quite quickly.

Once Rorschach had completely disappeared, Robert looked at Jack, who was holding the sobbing Ginny and gently stroking his daughter's back, with a complicated expression.

"Dude, you weren't going to take him down when you had such a good opportunity?"

"How do I get it?"

Jack retorted, "This guy managed to escape from the CIA, CTU, and DHS, and now he has accomplices aiming nanobombs at Times Square. If it really explodes, can you take the responsibility?"

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Robert remained silent.

He sighed, "I'm just an office worker, I can't take the blame for this. Oh well, let's just say he got away again tonight."

Jack nodded, comforting Ginny in his arms as he said, "I don't think this kid will get away so easily."

He glanced at the corpses on the ground, his expression grave: "The High Table has hundreds of thousands of registered assassins worldwide. Although those directors dare not provoke us, they will never show mercy to a wanted criminal like Luo Xia. He has no power or influence, and he killed so many people at the Continental Hotel. He will probably face endless pursuit from now on."

Robert shrugged dismissively—if even the federal elite forces couldn't handle him, how much of a threat could a mere underground assassin pose?
Ginny suddenly looked up and asked nervously, "Isn't Rorschach in great danger right now?"

Jack chuckled at her words, ruffled her hair, and asked, "When was he not dangerous?"

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Outside the hotel.

Relying on the stealth abilities granted by the [Master of Infiltration], Luo Xia, like a nimble eel, easily bypassed the CTU troops blocking the outer streets and silently blended into the crowd outside the blockade.

Suddenly, a subtle feeling welled up in his heart, and he subconsciously activated his Eye of Judgment, his gaze sweeping across the crowd around him.

In his eyes, the ordinary crowd now exuded an extraordinary aura.

Hundreds of streaks of blood-red and black mist appeared and disappeared amidst a seemingly harmless white fog.

Without exception, the owners of these fogs are all high-table registered assassins in New York who were urgently recruited by mainland hotels.

Unfortunately, the counter-terrorism bureau had imposed a tight blockade on the mainland hotels, and these assassins were kept out and unable to enter the hotels at all.

Left with no other choice, they could only watch the commotion outside the hotel like ordinary citizens, secretly wondering what major event had occurred inside.

Luo Xia's expression froze slightly, then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face, along with a hint of excitement.

Looking back at the federal agents who had relentlessly pursued him, including members of the Secret Service, many of them, despite years of professional training, had never shed blood on their hands, unlike soldiers on the battlefield, each of whom had lives on their hands.

And the gang members he wiped out tonight were the same.

It's important to understand that every gang has its own "cleaners" who are specifically responsible for killing people; ordinary gang members at most just bully others.

Neither of these two options meets the standard required by the "Eye of Judgment" to provide justice points only if one has blood on their hands.

But now.
Looking at the group of assassins at the high table, he suddenly felt a sense of clarity.

If we're talking about blood on one's hands, who in this world has more than these professional killers?
Almost everyone whose name is on the High Table has killed more than one person!

How many registration killers are there in the High Table?

"Shet."

Rorschach lit a cigarette, looked at the Justice Points in his mind—which, although considerable, were still far from enough to upgrade his Gunfighting Technique—and excitedly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Holy crap, looks like we're really going to make a fortune this time..."

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Suburbs.

In front of a villa that is burning fiercely.

John stared blankly at the house that had once been warm and cozy but was now a ruin.

Just three minutes ago, a group of assassins suddenly broke into his home. These guys were very professional, and there were reinforcements lurking outside, waiting for their chance to strike.

After he killed all the assassins inside the house, the guy outside actually threw grenades at his own house.

The love nest that he and his wife had built together and cherished was ruthlessly destroyed. He watched as the pieces of furniture his beloved had carefully chosen were burned in the fire, his eyes filled with sorrow.

But soon, the pain faded from his face, replaced by an unyielding ferocity.

"This is what happens when you dare to defy the Antonio family."

Beside him, the female assassin, whose neck he was gripping tightly and who was being dragged on the ground, squeezed out a threat from her throat: "You can't escape, John. Santino will not let you go. You will live in the shadow of the Antonio family forever."

"Hehehe"

John looked down at the woman with a cold gaze, a chilling smile on his face: "Escape? Who told you I was going to escape?"

"you"

click-

Under the woman's incredulous gaze, John snapped her neck.

“Stuwell,” John said softly, glancing at the whimpering bulldog on the other side, “looks like we should move to a new house.”

The puppy barked twice after hearing this, seemingly not understanding its owner's meaning.

John smiled at it, replaced the empty pistol in his hand with a new magazine, and stared at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, his eyes seemingly burning with the same fervor: "But before moving to the new house, there's one more thing to take care of."

late at night.

Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of a mainland hotel.

Santino lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the empty space below his knees.

His phone kept ringing beside him; the caller was his sister, but he had no desire to answer it.

After a long silence, he roared angrily, slammed his phone down, and pounded his fists on the bed.

He, the heir to the Italian Mafia and a future director of the High Table, had become a cripple without legs!
"Farke! Farke!!!"

He hated Rorschach, he hated Jack, and he hated John Wick, who dared to reject him!

"Damn it, I'll kill you all one day!"

Santino gritted his teeth, but then he suddenly remembered something.

Why haven't we received any news from the men I sent to kill John?

Just as he was wondering, a dog barked suddenly from the hallway outside the door.
(End of this chapter)