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Chapter 184 New Target, 911 Firefighters? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Everybody~"

"Rock your body~"

"Everybody~"

"Rock your body right~Backstreet's Back alright!!!"

Old-fashioned pop music is playing in the old-fashioned bar.

But the customers drinking here are mostly young people.

Although R&B and Hip-Hop are the most popular genres in America these days, many young people still prefer music styles from the last century.

For example, rock, country, and pop music.

Rorschach, who spent his entire adolescence in the 1990s, is a staunch supporter of metal rock and pop.

"Am I everything you need~You'd better rock your body now~~~Everybody!!!"

In the corner, Luo Xia nodded and sang along with a group of young bands on stage, feeling very relaxed.

After finishing the song, he picked up his Long Island Iced Tea and downed it in one gulp, then exclaimed to the girl across from him, "This is the true music!"

"Whatever makes you happy."

Ginny pursed her lips, offering no comment.

For her, the Backstreet Boys' songs were already a bit too old-fashioned; she still preferred the style of music from Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga.

Although the two singers have completely different musical styles.

However, she and Luo Xia had finally found a chance to meet, and she didn't want to waste her time listening to outdated pop music from the last century.

"Uh, darling."

"Wait, wait! Just call me Rorschach."

Rorschach pulled his head back in disgust and said helplessly, "Listen, Ginny, even though we may be boyfriend and girlfriend now, please don't call me that. I can't stand that kind of address."

Ginny, who was initially a little embarrassed, suddenly became unhappy. She glared at Luo Xia with her eyebrows raised and her sweet smile disappeared.

"What do you mean 'maybe boyfriend and girlfriend'? Do you think I'd just kiss any random guy? What do you take me for?! Fuck you, Rosa!"

Seeing her flustered state, Luo Xia quickly pressed down on her hand on the table: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. You know, I've never been in a relationship before, I have no experience in this area."

Upon hearing this, Ginny's attention was immediately diverted from her anger.

She stared at Luo Xia with wide, surprised eyes. "Really? You've never been in a relationship either? Then we're each other's first love! You know, every time I wanted to date, my dad would suddenly show up, investigate the guy thoroughly, and then say, 'This guy isn't good enough for you.' I thought I'd never find someone I liked in my life, but I never expected this."

As usual, once Ginny started talking, she wouldn't stop, holding Rorschach's hand and chattering on and on.

She complained about how strict Jack was with her during her school days, then smiled foolishly, thankful that her current boyfriend had a similarly simple romantic history.

Luo Xia smiled without saying a word, stroking her hand to soothe the girl's excited emotions.

He didn't lie to Ginny about his girlfriend—he had never been in a serious relationship.

As for Fiona?
That was just wishful thinking on her part; he never acknowledged the relationship when they were in school.

However, although he never had a girlfriend, he was never short of women, whether during his student days, on the battlefield, or after retiring and becoming a policeman.

He's even a wanted criminal now, and his partner is a retired supermodel.

Of course, there's no need to tell Ginny these things.

Since they started dating, this girl's temper has become increasingly fiery, and she's long lost her former sweet and charming self.

"However, Rorschach..."

Ginny suddenly changed the subject, hesitatingly lowering her voice, "Although I'm very touched that you've been with me in New York, it's too dangerous here. I'm thinking of quitting my job, and let's go live in another country together. Rio, Tokyo, Cape Town, or Hong Kong—don't you love watching Hong Kong movies? Your Chinese is so good, we can be together openly there."

"You're dreaming, Ginny."

Luo Xia smiled and shook his head, saying, "Believe it or not, as soon as I get off the plane, the Eastern intelligence agencies will block the streets and then take me away to be detained or deported."

"But if you stay in New York like this, aren't you in danger of being arrested every day?"

Ginny gripped Rorschach's hand tightly, her voice trembling with distress. "Dad said that because of the nanotech bombs, the Counterterrorism Agency and the FBI are just putting on a show, not daring to push you too hard. But the CIA and the Department of Homeland Security are different—especially the Department of Homeland Security. Their domestic influence is even stronger than the Counterterrorism Agency's. If they target us..."

Department of Homeland Security

Upon hearing the name, Rorschach's eyes narrowed slightly.

Back in Eastern Europe, those agents wearing optical camouflage were able to match my strength and speed.

Having undergone multiple specialized enhancements, his physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, yet those special agents were able to fight him to a standstill, clearly indicating that he was not an ordinary human being.

And that stealth fighter too. He's been in the anti-terrorism battlefield for many years and has never heard of a fighter jet that can be completely optically invisible.

The Department of Homeland Security clearly possesses extraordinary military technology.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Luo Xia patted the back of her hand and offered a few words of comfort.

After acquiring the [Overload Tyrant] ability, he actually wanted to have a go at the DHS (Department of Homeland Security).

"And you know what, Ginny, I wasn't exactly doing nothing in New York."

He lowered his voice: "Remember what I told you before? I'm currently doing the work of saving ordinary people, uh, saving citizens. In the past period of time, I have saved at least four or five innocent people who should have died in murder."

Rorschach added in his mind: "And he killed even more guilty people."

Ginny asked, somewhat puzzled, "How do you know who might be murdered?"

"Looks like you've forgotten, I'm an Illinois Medal of Courage recipient and a legendary Chicago detective." Rorschach raised an eyebrow smugly, deliberately pointing to the male lead singer in his early twenties on stage.

"If we hadn't come to this bar today, the seemingly high-spirited lead singer would have died in the backstage bathroom after the band finished their last few songs."

"How could that be? Does he have a terminal illness?"

Ginny stared wide-eyed at the lead singer who was covering an old song, but the singer looked so energetic that he didn't seem like a patient at all.

"No, he was perfectly healthy and had just received a signing offer from Sony Music a week ago. But it was this offer that cost him his life."

Rorschach stroked the cup in his hand and calmly said, "The record company only wanted to sign the lead singer, completely disregarding the drummer and bassist. As a brother band that came from the garage together, these two couldn't accept being abandoned, even though the lead singer had repeatedly fought for opportunities for them. So they decided... to team up and kill him today."

Ginny's expression changed drastically, and she was about to rush forward, but Rorschach pulled her back to her seat.

"Aren't you curious why I know all this?" Rorschach looked at her meaningfully.

"Of course I'm curious! But didn't you say that you're a detective with an extremely high crime-solving rate? Isn't it normal for you to be able to predict a murder case?"

Ginny added, "But I really didn't expect that even when you were wanted across the country, you would still be doing good deeds like saving people. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

At the end, the girl rubbed her chest against Luo Xia's arm, her eyes filled with an adoration that Jack hadn't seen in over a decade.

Rorschach shrugged, swallowing back the words he had prepared: "Alright, then let's continue our joint operation this time, just like in Chicago."

"Yes, sir!" Ginny excitedly gave a secret salute.

Half an hour later.

Inside the bar's restroom.

The lead singer, a far cry from his energetic stage persona, stood with a worried expression in front of the sink.

He was going to Hollywood to sign a contract in a few days, and he was about to become a star, but the company refused to sign the other two members of the band.

This left him feeling both guilty and caught in a dilemma.

Footsteps sounded behind him. He turned around and saw who it was. He said in a low voice, "Irving, Love, I really tried my best to talk to the company, but they just wouldn't agree. But don't worry, even if I go to Los Angeles, you'll still be my brothers. I'll be back someday. Wait for me."

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The two men he regarded as brothers suddenly covered his mouth tightly with one hand, while the other pointed a gun at his temple, his face revealing a ferocious expression he had never seen before.

"You betrayed our friendship! You shouldn't have just abandoned us to go to Los Angeles! James! You damn bastard!"

The man's finger was on the trigger.

Just when James thought he was going to die in that filthy toilet—

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out before the killer!
Ginny accurately hit the gunman's wrist, and while he was screaming in pain, she leaped forward, kicked away the fallen gun, and neatly handcuffed his hands. At the same time, she pointed the gun at another accomplice who was still in shock.

"NYPD! You are suspected of attempted murder, and I am now formally arresting you!"

Ginny glared fiercely at the two of them, and despite her stern expression, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

After nearly six months in New York, I finally solved a murder case with my own hands!
Soon, police sirens blared outside the bar.

Both Irving and Love were handcuffed and taken away in a police car.

Behind them, a still-shaken James raised two middle fingers. His initial remorse was now replaced by rage and satisfaction as he chased after the police car, hurling insults at the two men as they retreated.
"Go to hell, you asshole! I'm off to Los Angeles to make a fortune! You two don't deserve to be my brothers, you only deserve to lick my ass in jail!!!"

Ginny gave the disgusting guy a disgusting look, then turned to look inside the bar.

The spot where Luo Xia had been sitting was now empty.

Across the street.

Rorschach stubbed out his cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and blended into the crowd.

He still vividly remembers what Harold said when he first arrived in New York—that what they were doing was not a heroic tale, but a path of atonement.

Harold created a machine that could monitor everyone, but couldn't bear its moral weight; Rorschach was once a killing machine for the army, but now he uses the same skills to save lives.

But Rorschach has always treated this as nonsense, and he still does.

That's why, compared to the steadfast Harold, Rorschach is now feeling weary.

In many cases, do those lives really deserve his interference, to change their destined fate in the name of salvation?
He wasn't sure.

Now, aside from his friendship with Harold and the convenience of the [machine], Rorschach is feeling somewhat confused about his mission.

Whom should we save? And why should we save them?
The phone suddenly vibrated.

First, I received a photo: a man in his fifties, dressed sloppily.

Harold called immediately afterward: "Did you see the photos, Rorschach? This is a new target spewed out by the [machine]."

"Hmm, looks like he's gotten himself into trouble."

"On the contrary. I checked his recent records, and no one wanted to harm him—he wanted to commit suicide."

"Dude, don't tell me we're now even dealing with suicide."

No, this person is different.

"Really? But I don't see anything special about him."

"He was the captain of the 41st Fire Brigade Rescue Squadron in New York City. His team was among the first to arrive at the scene on 9/11."

Harold's voice grew heavy. "In the end, all the team members except him perished in that rescue."

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(End of this chapter)