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Chapter 171 High Table Wanted! Rorschach's Greeting! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Why are other people reading comics while I'm practicing fighting and talking to corpses?"

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"I wanted a big airplane, but all I got was an AK47."

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Listen to the police—don't let him pull out his gun!

The eerie singing echoed softly through the library. Harold cautiously peeked out and saw Rorschach, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a shotgun in his right hand, and a beer bottle in his left, singing and dancing on the stairs.

His feet moved with the agility of a tap dancer, leaping and bounding across dozens of steps, occasionally kicking his legs in mid-air. Considering Rorschach's past personality, all of this seemed so bizarre and absurd.

Anna.

Harold quickly turned to Anna, who was lying on the sofa with her chest pressed against her milk tea, spitting out the straw while looking at a fashion magazine.

He lowered his voice and called out, "Come and take a look, something's wrong with Luo Xia."

"He's injured?! That can't be right, they're just a gang."

Anna looked up in confusion, but when she peeked through the crack in the door and saw what was outside, she was speechless.

The two stared wide-eyed, motionless, carefully observing Rorschach as he danced and sang.

"I said I wanted a big airplane! But I got an old typewriter!!!"

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"I want to grow up quickly so I can shoulder this responsibility!!!"

The bottle in his hand transformed into a microphone, and Rorschach tilted his head back and sang at the top of his lungs, looking exactly like a drunken rock star.

Harold and Anna exchanged glances behind the door, their faces both filled with solemnity.

"I wonder if this guy got into some kind of emotional breakdown outside."

"I don't understand, but I didn't expect Luo Xia to speak such good Chinese. I don't know what he was singing, but it sounded pretty good."

"That can't be right. Wasn't he going to rescue his girlfriend? Why does he look like he's drowning his sorrows in alcohol? Could it be that they broke up?"

"No wonder, even the strongest man is vulnerable when he is heartbroken."

"Woo~"

"Look, Brian thinks so too."

Just as the two people and the dog were completely baffled, Rorschach, humming a little tune, had already strolled to the entrance of the base.

Upon seeing his friends, he immediately opened his arms excitedly:

"Guys, I'm back!"

He picked up Anna, who was closest to him, and spun her around twice. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of cigarettes hit him.

Anna glanced at his flushed cheeks, hesitated for a moment, and then said bluntly, "Rorschach, if you're heartbroken and want to 'spar' with me as a friend, I don't mind. But if you're trying to use me as a substitute to fill the void in your heart after losing Ginny..."

She broke free from his embrace: "Then you should choose someone else. I'm not interested in comforting men, so I won't play along."

"Woterfa?"

Rorschach gave him a confused look. "Break up? Who told you I broke up with Ginny? That girl loves me to death, how could she bear to leave me?"

"Then why did you drink so much?"

Harold frowned, taking a half-step back from the strong smell of alcohol emanating from Rorschach. "Weren't you supposed to be rescuing Ginny? How come you have time to go to a bar and drink?"

“Yep, I sent that damn Harlem Godfather and his entire family to hell an hour ago.” Rorschach let out a lazy burp. “As for why I went drinking, it’s because something good happened.”

"Good thing?"

Harold and Anna exchanged a puzzled look.

What good can come from killing a gang?

Rorschach casually slumped onto the sofa, flicked the cigarette butt from his mouth into Anna's half-finished milk tea cup, and then grabbed Brian and began to vigorously rub him.

Just as the two were about to lose their patience, he slowly turned his head and grinned: "Because of the murder I committed at the Continental Hotel, I am now being hunted by the High Table. If it weren't for the Counterterrorism Bureau and the FBI surrounding the Continental Hotel, I probably wouldn't be back for several more hours."

"A high table?!"

Anna's expression changed drastically as she stared at Luo Xia in disbelief. "You killed Bump inside the Continental Hotel? Why? Didn't the manager there tell you about the Continental Hotel's rules beforehand?"

Rorschach smiled without changing his expression, pointed at the girl, and asked in return, "Anna, why should I abide by the rules set by a bunch of assassins?"

"This"

Anna was speechless for a moment.

If it were anyone else, she could argue that the High Table was a powerful force and the rulers of the underworld, but this guy dared to turn the United States upside down, so such arguments were completely intimidating to him.

Rorschach continued, "A bunch of guys who neither produce anything, nor maintain social order, nor have any legal status, and who only create chaos, make rules that I am not entitled to follow?"

"On what grounds? Just because they dare to kill?"

"They say fighting is strictly prohibited inside the hotel, or they'll be hunted down by the High Table. Let's see if they dare lay a finger on Jack. In the end, they're nothing but a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong, hiding in the shadows and showing off their power!"

“Wait, wait,” Harold couldn’t help but interject, “Although I don’t know much about the High Table, I do know they are the world’s largest assassin organization. You’re being hunted by them now, and instead of being worried, you’re in the mood to go to a bar for a drink?”

He casually stroked Brian's fur, his tone as indifferent as if discussing the weather: "That's right, I gave them an opportunity. The Continental Hotel was surrounded by the Counterterrorism Bureau, they had nowhere to start, so I deliberately went to a bar in Brooklyn, got drunk, hoping to lure them into action, but..."

Luo Xia shrugged. "It seems my 100 million bounty does have some deterrent effect. Even if those ordinary assassins recognize me, they all pretend not to know me. It's really boring."

After hearing these words, Harold helplessly spread his hands.

This gentleman, who used to rarely make exaggerated gestures, found himself increasingly unable to control his facial expressions and body language after meeting Rorschach.

A terrorist wanted by the world's leading superpower deliberately went to a bar to drown his sorrows after committing murder, all to lure the dominant organization in the underworld to attack him. What's even more outrageous is that this guy actually believes in chivalry and insists on letting the other party strike first!

"Then why are you so happy now?" Anna couldn't help but ask. "Is it because you've discovered that the people at the High Table are all paper tigers and don't dare to touch you at all?"

"No."

Rorschach shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face: "I'm happy because not all assassins at the High Table are like the Fruit Brothers, bullying the weak and fearing the strong; there are still some with backbone—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned to look at the door and smiled, "Right, buddy?"

Outside the door, the assassin, who was holding his breath and observing the situation inside, suddenly contracted his pupils.

Discovered?

when? !

Before he could even process his thoughts, the large white dog that had been lying on Luo Xia's chest roared and pounced on him.

Even faster than Brian was the woman who was talking to Rorschach just a second ago.

Anna had her pocket pistol in her hand without her even turning around. She fired directly from under her arm, the bullet striking the assassin precisely between the eyebrows.

"Fake!!!"

The assassin could no longer bother to hide. He dodged the bullets by tilting his head in a disheveled manner and then turned to flee.

He wasn't confident he could handle Rorschach alone, and now there was another woman whose marksmanship was no less than his own.

Gunshots and barking mingled behind him; the assassin just wanted to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible.

If he could turn back time by an hour, he would definitely do what his colleagues did: pretend he didn't see Luo Xia, set an alarm, and quickly leave the bar, getting as far away from this killer as possible.

Harold and Rorschach were left alone in the room, while Anna and Brian had already chased after the audacious assassin.

“To be honest, Rorschach.” Harold didn’t blame him for leading the assassin to the base.

He understood Rorschach's style of doing things. Since he dared to deliberately expose a flaw and let the assassin follow him, it meant that the assassin would definitely not be able to leave this place.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to offend the High Table right now.” He shook his head and sighed. “You’re already wanted by the Federation, and now you’ve messed with the High Table. In other words, both the legitimate and criminal elements of the entire Western world are after you. You used to be able to go out and about, but now you probably won’t even be able to leave your house.”

Despite Harold's reasonable analysis, Rorschach remained unusually calm.

After all, he was unaware of the existence of the [Judgment Eye], let alone the concept of "Justice Value".

If he can wipe out all the assassins sent by the High Table, and even storm the High Table headquarters, he will gain a massive amount of Justice Points. At that time, not only will his Gunfighting skills be upgraded, but even his Extreme Combat and Hundred Weapons Training skills may receive a complete upgrade.

To achieve the goal of splitting and overthrowing America, the power boost brought by the [Eye of Judgment] system is crucial. Furthermore, Rorschach is very curious about what unexpected and magical changes would occur if these specializations, already upgraded to skills, were further enhanced.

“You’re taking this high table too seriously, Harold.”

Rorschach explained dismissively, "Although their names sound impressive, like High Table and The Continental, they're really just a bunch of criminal groups forming a united front to consolidate the underworld."

"They are just like us, living in the shadows, wanted by multiple countries, and disliked by the world. But there is one thing that makes them different from us."

"What?" Harold asked curiously.

Rorschach's lips curled into a slight smile. He pointed at Harold, then at himself: "Without you, the world's number one hacker, and without me, the most wanted criminal in history with the highest bounty, the High Table has no reason to fear these rats in the gutter."

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Harold smiled helplessly and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, tell me what your plans are."

Rorschach snapped his fingers. "It's simple. Use the [machine] to find all of the High Table's locations in New York—I don't need the addresses of ordinary assassins, but rather high-ranking executives like Winston. Leave the rest to me. Oh, and by the way..."

He suddenly remembered something, raised an eyebrow at Harold and smiled, "And while you're at it, help me hack into these guys' computers and send my greetings to these rats."

"You even want to kill Winston?" Harold's focus was clearly not on the same wavelength as Rorschach's.

"Winston? Why would I kill him?"

Luo Xia looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Although the person who can become the manager of the Continental Hotel is definitely not a good person, that old man has always been very polite to me and has never put on airs. If I kill him, where am I going to find someone like him who can provide me with emotional value?"

".OK."

By this time, the two of them had arrived at the clock window by the wall.

Down on the street, the assassin who was stalking Rorschach was being relentlessly bitten on the calf by Brian.

This mountain sheepdog, who followed Rorschach to take down dozens of Secret Service elites in the Gary Mountains, may seem silly on ordinary days, but it transforms into a ferocious beast the moment it encounters an enemy.

In terms of combat ability alone, subduing two unarmed Ginnys would be a piece of cake.

"what!"

The assassin cried out in pain and raised his pistol to shoot Brian in the head.

But Anna's bullet was faster, piercing his wrist with precision.

Two more shots followed, and two more bloody holes appeared on the assassin's forehead, from which blood gushed out.

After witnessing this scene, Rorschach picked up his gun bag and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he patted Harold on the shoulder, signaling him to hurry up and get to work.

Harold watched Rorschach's departing figure, silently finished his coffee, and turned on his computer to search for information about the High Table cadres.

At that moment, a photograph on the table caught his attention—it showed a long-haired man walking his dog on the street.

This is a potential victim that the machine spat out a few hours ago. If all goes as expected, this person will face fatal danger in the next few dozen hours.

Harold stared at the photo for a moment, then crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

They don't have time to care about the life or death of a killer who already has a bloody record!

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Continental Hotel.

Winston stared at the long-haired man in front of him, who was holding the Combat Master TTI and exuding a fierce killing intent. Despite having a bad feeling, he couldn't help but look past the man into the room.

The second-generation heir of the Antonio family, whose legs had been broken by Rorschach and Jack tonight, was now staring at him with wide-eyed disbelief, his chest and head riddled with bullet holes.

"Oh, God"

Winston's last shred of hope was shattered.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then lowered his voice to shout angrily, "John! Do you know what you're doing? You killed members of the Antonio family! And right here in my hotel!"

"I'm sorry, Winston."

John's eyes, hidden beneath his long hair, were colder than human. "He provoked me first; I had no other choice."

Winston leaned against the wall, his face ashen, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Tonight was chaotic enough. He finally managed to get rid of those two plagues, and before he could even wash up and rest, another "surprise" arrived!
"three minutes."

He held up three fingers, his voice low and menacing: "For the sake of our past relationship, I'll give you three minutes to escape. After three minutes, all the High Table assassins will be hunting you down relentlessly!"

John Wick nodded expressionlessly and led his little bulldog, Stuart, quickly toward the hotel entrance.

He had only a few minutes to escape before the arrest warrant was issued.

At that moment, Winston suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

Jack, the head of the counterterrorism bureau, made his move at the hotel. The high table told him to leave it alone for the time being and let the guy run rampant for another eight years. He would settle accounts with him after the change of Attorney General.

Rorschach massacred the Bump family of seventeen at the hotel and broke the leg of Antonio's heir. Logically, it should be easy to issue a warrant for the arrest of someone with no background like him.

The assassins who received the order only circled around the hotel. When they heard that the target was Rorschach Butcher, they either pretended not to know him or made excuses like they had laundry hanging out to dry at home.

In the end, the one who was truly wanted and threatened was John, one of their own people from the Continental Hotel.

"Fuck. Damn Bump! Fuck the godfather of Harlem!"

Winston now wishes he could chop Bump's body into pieces and feed it to the dogs!
Suppressing his anger, he dialed an Italian number.

After I reported the whole story, a cold female voice came from the other end of the phone.

After hearing the numbers, Winston nodded slightly, politely hung up the phone, and took the elevator to the hotel's basement.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a cacophony of heat and the clatter of keyboards hit you.

Inside the spacious room, hundreds of computers were neatly arranged, and uniformed staff were intently entering data.

On the giant LCD screen directly in front, a densely packed list of bounties scrolls in real time like stock market updates: whenever a target is solved, the white name turns green and is then replaced by a new name appearing below.

At the very top, in the first column, a blood-red name stands out—Rorschach Butcher, bounty: 2000 million euros, bounty offered by: the Antonio family.

"Add another ten million to Rorschach's bounty!"

The female dispatcher, who was on the phone, suddenly announced loudly, "An anonymous account has added 1000 million euros to Rorschach's account!"

In the blink of an eye, Rorschach's bounty jumped to 3000 million euros.

Winston paused for a moment, then raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Once all eyes were on him, he announced in a deep voice: "New bounty target: John Wick, bounty amount: 2000 million euros, bounty offered by: the Antonio family. Also..."

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold: "Special Note: This person murdered the heir of a council member's family in a mainland hotel. Any assassin who can take his head will be directly promoted to Gold-Rank Assassin and granted the right to meet with the council!"

The atmosphere in the room fell silent for a second. When they saw Winston's serious expression, which did not seem like he was joking, the staff members all showed expressions of shock.

The heir of a board member family was murdered, and the perpetrator turned out to be John Wecker, the star attraction of the Continental Hotel in New York.
Coming to their senses, everyone immediately threw themselves into the intense work. Strings of encrypted data were transmitted through their terminals to the high-table registered killer's devices around the world.

On the giant screen, John Wick's name began to climb rapidly, eventually settling below Rorschach's name.

"Ugh"

Winston rubbed his temples wearily.

Given the horrific events that occurred at his hotel tonight, it's highly likely that the High Table will send "judges" to the hotel tomorrow to thoroughly investigate and hold those responsible accountable.

Not only John, but even the hotel manager who was implicated has a difficult hurdle to overcome.

Just as he was about to step into the elevator, a gasp suddenly erupted behind him.

All the computer screens in the monitoring room froze on the operation interface at the same time, and then switched to a screen full of static.

The staff looked at each other in disbelief.

This is a proprietary, encrypted network system within the High Table; how could it possibly be hacked?
The next second, each screen simultaneously displayed a corpse lying in a pool of blood.

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized him as one of the hotel's top assassins.

At this moment, the assassin, who had an extremely high mission completion rate, had two bullet holes in his forehead and was staring at the people in front of the screen with his eyes wide open in death.

In the lower right corner of the screen, a blood-red signature slowly appeared: Rorschach?!
Upon seeing the name, Winston nearly choked on his breath and had to grip the elevator door frame tightly to keep himself from losing his composure in front of everyone.

His eyes were filled with shock and horror—was this guy planning a full-scale revenge against the High Table?!
(End of this chapter)