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Chapter 173 Tell her we've come to find her! (Seeking monthly votes)
Gunshots have disappeared from the streets, replaced by a continuous blaring of sirens.

Even if the New York police are incompetent, they still patrol as usual after the gunshots start, even if they arrive late after the shooting stops.

Tonight, a series of murders occurred in Manhattan and Brooklyn, including Long Island and Queens. To the surprise of all the police officers, almost none of the victims were American citizens; they were all foreigners.

Police officers are already speculating whether the killer is some extreme, hardline redneck who hates immigrants.

In downtown New York, far from these murders, in an abandoned library building, the "culprit" that kept the entire New York police force working overtime all night was trying to break up a fight between two dogs.

"Hey! Don't be so domineering! Brian! Stop! You dare to bare your teeth again!"

Rorschach grabbed Brian by the scruff of the neck and pulled the big guy away from a small bulldog.

Perhaps because the other party used its food bowl, Brian kept baring its teeth at the little thing that had bared its teeth into its home, its white fur standing on end, making it look like a wild, bristling yeti.

While the little bulldog would shrink back at strangers, it was surprisingly tough on Brian, who was several times its size.

With its short, thick neck stretched out, it growled at Brian, but comically, it would occasionally glance back to make sure its owner, John, was still sitting there before daring to continue barking and threatening Brian.

That's right, this dog and its owner are none other than John Wick and his pet dog, Stuwell, who were recently chased down the street by the High Table Killers.

Under normal circumstances, a sharpshooter might struggle to cope with the firepower of a dozen assassins on the street, but if there is another sharpshooter, the situation will be completely different.

Not long ago, when Rorschach discovered that the person being chased was John, the target given by the [Machine], he emptied the magazine of the pursuer without saying a word, freeing him from the encirclement.

John was sitting stiffly in the corner of the room, still wearing his signature poker face, but his eyes clearly showed his unease.

He seemed intently focused on his beloved dog, but out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing at this strange pair:

A legendary terrorist wanted by both the federal government and the High Table, a short, middle-aged man with glasses and an academic appearance, a tall, beautiful woman exuding an aura of "keep away," and a large white sheepdog.
Is this Rorschach terrorist team in New York?
Recalling Rorschach's actions as reported on the news during the day, John immediately connected these strangers, and alarm bells went off in his mind.

He had been rescued by a top-priority fugitive with a bounty of over 100 million US dollars, and was even taken to the fugitive's hideout. He feared that if anything went wrong, he would be silenced.

With that in mind, he began to quietly look around, trying to find any usable weapons for self-defense.

He had already emptied his gun during his escape, and hand-to-hand combat was not his forte.

Moreover, facing a monster like Rorschach who could single-handedly cut through dozens of elite federal combat units in open terrain, he wasn't confident he could defeat him bare-handed.

Not far away, Anna, who was exchanging text messages with her girlfriend in Europe, keenly noticed John's subtle movements. She glanced at him warily, on guard against a possible sudden attack.

However, if she knew what John was thinking at this moment, she would definitely scoff at it with disdain.

Stop dreaming, buddy. Even with a gun, you're no match for Rorschach!
Unlike the two people and two dogs who were exchanging glances, Rorschach had already been called out by Harold to the stairwell in the corridor and was being scolded again.

"How could you bring this guy to our base, Rorschach!"

Harold lowered his voice and said angrily, "It's one thing that you didn't consult me ​​before letting Larklyd and Anna join, since they were both alone and there were reasons for it, but this John is a professional assassin!"

"Isn't John all alone too?"

Rorschach pointed to the bulldog inside the house, which was acting like a bully because of its master's power. "This guy has nothing now except this dog. I found out everything on the way here. His wife recently passed away, and his house was burned down by the Antonio family—oh right, the one who ordered the house burned down was that unlucky guy named Santino."

"But that guy was already beaten to death by John when he stormed into the Continental Hotel, which is why he's being hunted down by the High Table now."

Upon hearing this, Harold turned to look at John, whose long hair obscured his eyes and whose expression was obscured, inside the room.

Ironically, they had decided to give up on saving this newest "number," but by some twist of fate, Rorschach still managed to save it.

He frowned and thought for a while, but finally shook his head and said, "You can't just try to recruit a capable person into your team. After all, he's an assassin, a guy who works for money, and he has no beliefs. Who knows what he might do?"

Upon hearing this, Rorschach gave Harold a strange look.

As for faith, he himself doesn't have any faith, yet he's doing just fine in the team.

He patiently explained, “A hitman is indeed not trustworthy. But I heard he has been retired for a while. Not long ago, because his dog was killed by a group of thugs, he wiped out two Russian gangs in Brooklyn. This time, because his home was destroyed, he broke the rules of the High Table and went to the Continental Hotel to kill the director’s son. How should I put it, this guy is actually quite principled.”

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Harold remained silent.

Just as Rorschach thought he considered John too dangerous, the boss scratched his head and asked in a low voice, as if confirming, "Just for a dog?"

“Yeah, all for a dog, a beagle.” Rorschach nodded affirmatively. “He said the gang leader was still yelling at him in a panic before he died.” “Yelling what?”

"Just a F*cking Dog!"

"What did John say to him?"

He said it wasn't just a dog, but also his hope for life.

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This might be hard to understand for others, but if it were Rorschach, he would be sure that if any gang dared to kill Brian, he would definitely do the same thing.

Brian embodies Rorschach's guilt and longing for the Logan couple, and the weight of this emotional attachment is difficult to measure with simple values.

Harold was equally speechless.

At least if what Rorschach just said is true, then this legendary assassin nicknamed "Nightmare" is still quite humane.

He looked up at Luo Xia, who was grinning foolishly at him, and rolled his eyes helplessly: "I still don't understand, why do you always bring these strangers over? What do you see in him?"

Rorschach shrugged.

He couldn't very well tell Harold about his plan to organize an elite squad, so he casually brushed it off, saying, "This kid is a top assassin at the High Table, so his skills are undeniable. And according to the information and his own words, although he's an assassin, he has a rare set of principles and bottom lines, which might be of some help to us in the future."

Seeing that Harold was still hesitating, Rorschach nudged him gently with his shoulder and continued to persuade him: "Anna is with us because she is wanted by both the KGB and the CIA, and her face is too easy to spot."

“But John is different. He’s just a High Table. Once we take down one of their directors, this rabble will know who they shouldn’t mess with.”

"Why don't we just make him an unofficial staff member like Clyde? We can call him for help when needed, and then leave him alone."

After hearing this, Harold finally stopped objecting.

If it were a pattern like Clyde's, where they didn't spend much time together and only called each other when needed, he could accept that.

"Wait! You're going to wipe out a High Table council member?!" Harold suddenly realized, and asked in surprise, "Which one?"

"Which one could it be?"

Rorschach patted him on the shoulder, turned and went into the room, asking John, who was sitting in the corner, "Buddy, do you know the Antonio family's address in Milan, Italy?"

John paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Do you have the contact information for the female heir of their family?" Luo Xia continued to press.

John nodded silently again.

"very good."

Rorschach tossed his phone to John, a smirk playing on his lips: "Give her a call, and tell her to call in more Mafia members and be fully prepared."

"what's up?"

"Tell her—"

Rorschach's smile looked particularly sinister under the cold lights. "We've come to settle accounts with her!"

John looked up sharply at Rorschach, and after confirming that the other man was not joking, he hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the dial button.

His idea coincided with Rorschach's.

Only the weak think about how to escape the High Table's pursuit, while the strong will fight back even with guns pointed at them!

On the sofa nearby, Anna's eyes lit up when she heard that she was going to Milan; her girlfriend was currently in Milan attending Fashion Week.

But then her expression turned serious.

Italy was a crucial stronghold for the KGB in Europe.

(End of this chapter)