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Chapter 180 Bloody Ballet (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The hall, which was originally full of guests, was suddenly left with only a few dozen ballet girls, plus Rorschach, who was surrounded by them.

Gunshots rang out continuously outside the villa.

It sounded like John was already dealing with the guards outside, but what puzzled Rorschach was that he also heard Anna scream.

This girl, who always looks for opportunities to slack off, seems to have gotten into a fight with someone.

However, these are not things he is concerned about right now, since compared to his companions, his own situation seems rather "bad".
"Chong-"

"Click——"

"call out--"

Swords are drawn, bullets are loaded, and even...
"Walter-Fuck?!"

Rorschach stared wide-eyed at a ballerina wielding a chain mace, his face filled with disbelief:

Seriously?

"You guys managed to bring this thing in here?"

He could understand the use of swords and guns, after all, he and Anna had successfully passed the security checkpoint at the entrance while carrying guns.

But what's with this meteor hammer that's bigger than my fist?

Looking at the sharp iron spikes on it, it seemed impossible to insert them into one's body.

Oh right
Rorschach suddenly remembered that these people were in cahoots with the Antonio family.
Unlike him, who still had the leisure to chat, these ballet girls all had very serious and aloof expressions, and their eyes never left Luo Xia for even a second.

After all, the man in front of them was a man of immense reputation, a global fugitive wanted by the police for a hundred million US dollars. No one would dare to be careless in his presence.

"Rorschach Butcher."

A dancer who appeared to be the leader, and was older than the other girls, stepped forward on her silk-covered toes.

She gripped a sharp samurai sword in her other hand and said to Luo Xia in a deep voice, "When you get to hell, don't forget to tell your enemies that it was our [Bloody Ballet] who took your head."

Rorschach glanced around and shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly, it started!

The pistol hidden in his sleeve was suddenly raised, and bullets poured out of the muzzle!

When the girls realized what was happening, the female leader who had spoken had a bloody hole in her forehead, and blood spurted from her skull, splattering all over the ground!
"Why don't you go and deliver the message first?"

Luo Xia stomped his foot on the ground and lunged forward with lightning speed. Before the corpse fell to the ground, he grabbed the samurai sword that had slipped from her hand and delivered a sharp, circular slash with his backhand!

"Shh-"

A flash of light, and the woman's pale head was tossed high into the air. Before it even hit the ground, the ballet assassins around her, having recovered from their brief shock, let out sharp roars and charged fiercely toward Rorschach!

"Aaaaaah—Go to hell!"

At the very front, a female dancer held an Uzi submachine gun in each hand, cursing wildly as she pulled the trigger, unleashing a torrent of bullets at Rorschach!
"Bang bang bang!"

Rorschach parried with his knife, sparks flying from the metal as it clashed, precisely deflecting a bullet aimed at his head. At the same time, he grabbed the headless corpse of the female leader and held it in front of him.

The modified Glock 17 in the other hand suddenly opened fire, the bullets whistling out and directly blowing the skull off the assassin rushing from the right!
Brain matter splattered onto the white stockings of the other female assassins, looking like a spilled strawberry milkshake!
"Sokabuli!!!"

The girl with the submachine gun in front of her was still cursing and firing at Luo Xia, but then she suddenly realized that her team leader's body was being thrown at her like a cannonball from more than ten meters away!

She instinctively dodged to the side, but saw a flash of cold light—

"puff!"

The samurai sword pierced through the corpse's chest cavity, the tip protruding from behind and precisely stabbing into her wide-open mouth!
"Sukalyad (Damn bitch)! Motherfucker, don't think I can't understand your Russian gibberish!"

Luo Xia cursed as he drew his samurai sword, which resembled a string of candied hawthorns. Just as the blade was about to speed away, he suddenly ducked, dodging several bullets aimed at his head.

Then, maintaining that pose, he spun around and delivered a horizontal slash, the blade slicing open two pairs of white-clad thighs!
Arterial blood gushed out instantly, tracing an arc as it landed on Rorschach's face.

Before they could fall, Rorschach had already raised his gun and fired a burst of fire. The bullets pierced their jaws, and their heads exploded like watermelons!
"Pas de bourrée (Bourrée)!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining female assassins immediately changed formations with ballet-based footwork. The clanging of meteor hammers and chains mingled with the clicking of submachine guns, creating a bizarre "Swan Lake" sound!
Luo Xia slowly straightened up and casually wiped the blood from his face.

At this moment, besides a bulletproof suit riddled with bullet holes, he only had a modified Glock with twelve bullets left and a blood-stained samurai sword.

But he remained unfazed, coldly watching the group of ballet assassins in front of him, their flowing skirts swirling gracefully, their beauty concealing a ruthless intent.

Well, he had to admit, the girls' blood-stained white dresses and stockings somehow possessed a morbid beauty.

"call--!"

Suddenly, a meteor hammer struck from behind the crowd!
Iron spikes with steel tips flew past Rorschach's ear, smashing the marble pillar and creating spiderweb-like cracks!

What followed was a dense barrage of submachine gun fire, and the flashing of swords blocking all escape routes.

The girls had discovered that Rorschach was wearing a bulletproof suit, so they abandoned their strategy of using firearms as the main attack method and instead adopted a tactic of slashing with swords and striking with blunt weapons, while aiming bullets at his head.

However, despite the numerous deadly traps, Rorschach grinned and charged forward!

He ducked to avoid the bullets, braced himself against the swords and blades, and simultaneously swiftly slashed upwards with his katana, the sharp blade easily cutting through the flowing dance skirt and cleaving an assassin in two at the waist!
"Pfft!"

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Just then, the dancers on both sides suddenly flung steel wires out from their skirts, quickly grabbing one end and viciously looping it around Rorschach's neck.

Having anticipated this, Rorschach leaned back to dodge, and his left-hand katana plunged into the chest of the assassin on his left.

The blade slashed upwards, piercing through the shoulder blade! Simultaneously, the right hand held a gun against the chin of another assassin—

"boom!"

The bullet pierced the skull, shattering the crystal chandelier above with brain matter and bone fragments, making a clanging sound!
Just as the blood mist erupted, another whistling sound came.

Rorschach ducked and rolled, but his meteor hammer missed its target. Just as the hammer head spun back, a large, blood-stained hand suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed the iron chain behind the hammer head!
"what!!!"

Caught off guard, the dancer wielding the hammer was pulled forward by the immense force, staggering and falling.

The next second—

"Pfft!"

The samurai sword pierced her abdomen from bottom to top!

Rorschach used the soft, warm body as a shield in front of him, firing a series of shots with his left hand.

The last few bullets whistled out, blowing the dancers' heads off one after another as they tried to rescue them!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the blood-soaked hall.

Rorschach took a deep breath; the scent of the girl's perfume temporarily masked the heavy stench of blood.

But then he flicked his wrist, and the blade slashed horizontally—

"Wow!"

Warm internal organs suddenly spilled onto the ground.

The female dancer wielding the hammer let out a piercing scream, convulsing as she collapsed into a pool of blood.

Luo Xia tossed aside the empty pistol and swung his sword in a sharp flourish.

He slowly raised his head and looked around, a chilling smile appearing on his blood-stained face.

The 25-man assassin group that was so aggressive just a minute ago is now reduced to only a few scattered members still standing.

Although they still gripped their weapons tightly and stared intently at the man in the pool of blood, their hands holding the knives began to tremble uncontrollably—fear was devouring these elegant assassins.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard.

Anna and Angelica are still fighting to the death.

In stark contrast to their glamorous appearance just minutes before, the two were now covered in blood and riddled with wounds.

Anna's thigh was pierced by a bullet, blood gushing out continuously; her left arm was dislocated and deformed, hanging limply at her side. Angelica was also seriously injured; she had a bullet hole in her collarbone, and two charred bullet marks on her face were shocking.

But compared to Anna, who has almost lost her fighting ability, she can at least stand firm.

"After lying low in Europe for over a decade, is this all the skills you've learned?"

Angelica sneered, "You're slow to draw your gun, and even slower to use your fists and feet. Even if your country forgives you, you'll die at the hands of some nobody sooner or later."

Anna remained silent.

The other party was one of the KGB's instructors who specially trained the swallows, and his marksmanship and fighting skills were superior to his own.

Coupled with her unwavering patriotic beliefs, Angelica's fighting spirit far surpassed that of her own.

Strictly speaking, losing to this old woman isn't shameful.

"Are you waiting for Rorschach to save you?"

Angelica noticed her glance towards the villa and said sarcastically, "To be honest, I have no ill intentions towards that man. Isn't it interesting to leave a terrorist causing trouble in America? What a pity."

Her face suddenly darkened: "He shouldn't have brought you here. To eliminate the traitor, your accomplices must die here to be safe."

The older woman looked confidently at the villa: "My girls aren't useless cowards from the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. That Rorschach should be done for by now."

The words stopped abruptly.

Angelica's pupils contracted sharply as she stared incredulously at the villa's gate.

A ballerina covered in blood staggered out of the villa gate, her white dress already soaked in blood, leaving scarlet footprints on the grass with every step she took.

She kept turning around in terror, as if a vengeful ghost was chasing after her.

"Whoosh!"

A meteor hammer suddenly flew out of the hall, whistling past the dancer's ear and smashing the head of a fleeing politician to pieces!
"Oops~ Sorry~~~"

Rorschach's teasing voice came from inside the villa.

Hearing this voice, Anna's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Angelica's expression changed drastically, and she stared intently at the villa entrance.

"Pfft-"

Another katana flew from Rorschach's hand, this time striking the girl precisely in the neck, pinning her firmly to the lawn!
Rorschach clapped his hands, slowly walked out, and raised an eyebrow when he saw Anna's miserable state:
"Dude, you've really disappointed me."

He pointed to himself, "I could easily take on twenty-five people in there, and you're getting beaten up like this trying to take on an old woman here?"

Anna remained standing silently, but Angelica, sitting opposite her, was already starting to lose her composure.

“Rorschach.” She suppressed her anger, her voice hoarse. “I can tell you now, I’m not a member of the High Table. My affair with this woman was part of an internal KGB operation to eliminate traitors. If you get involved, you’ll not only face a crackdown by the United States, but you’ll also be wanted by my country!”

Rorschach smiled noncommittally upon hearing this. He casually picked up a Makarov pistol from the ground and expertly checked the magazine.

Angelica's heart tightened at the sight. Although she knew that the other party was a reckless mad dog, judging from his actions in North America, he should not have much hostility towards Russia.

"Rorschach, I hope you don't make a choice you'll regret."

She glared at him menacingly, her voice laced with threat, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've caused trouble in North America. No one in this world can offend two superpowers at the same time and escape unscathed. If you dare touch me, I guarantee you won't be able to step out of Europe!"

"Bang! Bang!"

She was answered with two crisp gunshots.

The first bullet precisely pierced her right elbow joint, where she was holding the gun, while the second bullet shattered her left kneecap.

"Ugh—!"

Angelica groaned, her body jerked backward, and she fell directly to the ground.

Luo Xia ignored the arrogant woman and stared coldly at Anna, saying calmly, "Now that her hands and feet are crippled, if you still can't handle this, then it only proves that you are no longer qualified to stay in my team."

After saying that, he casually tossed the pistol aside, turned around, and went into the villa without looking back.

Anna watched his retreating figure and took a deep breath.

The next second, she suddenly grabbed her dislocated left arm—

"Crack!"

Bone repositioning!

She moved her newly reattached arm and walked step by step toward Angelica, who was lying on the ground, her expression gradually turning fierce.

“I didn’t learn anything in Europe, but I can show you what I learned in New York!”

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In the hall.

The once magnificent European-style hall, built of marble, is now littered with severed limbs and blood flowing freely, rendering the entire space like a painting of hell.

Luo Xia stepped through the sticky pool of blood, crossed over the scattered corpses, and arrived at the door of the women's restroom.

He bent his knuckles and tapped lightly twice on the door.

Then, he took out a blood-soaked cigarette case from his pocket, and used his teeth to pick out a cigarette that was still relatively intact. He lit it, took a deep drag, and leaned against the wall beside the door.

Not long after, the toilet door opened a crack.

Luni, who had been hiding inside, cautiously peeked out.

When she saw the scene outside, her pupils constricted sharply, and her fingers trembled as she tried to close the door again—

"boom!"

A large, blood-stained hand suddenly pressed against the door.

"With your courage, to be honest, I'm starting to doubt whether you can actually avenge your father."

Rorschach exhaled a smoke ring, turned his head, and glanced indifferently at the girl.

Luni was clearly stunned when she saw him covered in blood.

After a moment, she swallowed hard, her eyes filled with disbelief:

"You...you killed everyone in our dance troupe all by yourself?! How is that possible? How could you have done that by yourself?!"

"I can only say that you Russians all have some problems with your brains."

Luo Xia flicked his cigarette ash expressionlessly. "If these girls each had a submachine gun, I might have to deal with them for a while. It's just a pity that your colleagues seem to particularly enjoy close combat."

Luni was speechless.

After a long pause, she whispered in her defense, "I'm grateful you didn't kill me. But please don't blame me for hiding. They were, after all, my companions, and I really..."

Luo Xia scoffed dismissively, shook his head, and flicked the cigarette butt away.

He grabbed the girl by the back of the head and pulled her out of the bathroom.

Just as Luni thought the other party wanted to relieve some stress by having sex after the battle, she heard him say coldly:

"Lead the way to the bunker below."

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Luni paused for a moment, her panic gradually replaced by disappointment. She silently picked up a pistol from the ground and stepped over the corpse to move forward.

Gunshots were still ringing out outside the courtyard.

Luo Xia glanced outside with some dissatisfaction. There were only a few dozen gunmen, and they still hadn't dealt with them?

John's efficiency is simply appalling.

(End of this chapter)