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Chapter 191 Every greedy and powerful person hears my footsteps before they fall asleep! (Seeking monthly votes)
Robert's furious roar came from the other end of the phone.

Upon seeing the warning hastily scribbled down by his advisor on the teleprompter, even the usually composed Black president couldn't help but frown.

"Fuck. Video?"

He cursed inwardly.

Although they knew that Rorschach wouldn't be so easy to take down, none of them expected that this "lynching live" broadcast to the entire American audience would actually be a damn recording!

"What's wrong, Mr. President?"

Rorschach's voice rang out again on the television.

At that moment, the tone of his voice sounded like blatant mockery to the president.

"You didn't come here looking for nothing, did you?"

"Tsk tsk. Let me guess who's in charge of this operation?"

"Jack, head of the Counterterrorism Bureau; Robert, FBI Director; Anderson, CIA Domestic Operations Director; Janet, DHS Director."

Rorschach read out the names of the law enforcement intelligence agencies one after another. Although their positions and ranks were different, they all had one thing in common at this moment.

They were all losers in the operation to capture Rorschach!
"It seems you still couldn't catch me."

Rorschach stared intently at the increasingly gloomy black man's head on the screen and chuckled, "Here's a piece of advice, sir. Next time you're planning something, be more patient. Don't act like a greenhorn, rushing to perform in front of a national audience."

The Black president's face was extremely grim, and he stared blankly at the camera.

At the window, Underwood stubbed out the cigarette he had just taken a drag on.

At this moment, all his emotional fluctuations had subsided, and his face was expressionless except for a faint, cold smile at the corner of his mouth as he quietly gazed at the Stars and Stripes fluttering outside the window.

"Rorschach, do you think this proves anything?"

The president slammed his fingers on the table, ignoring the teleprompters held by his advisors, and said in a deep voice, "The FBI's mistake does not change the fact that you are still an executioner who kills innocent people, and the justice you speak of is written in the blood of many more innocent people!"

"You are slaughtering people who should be tried by our country's judicial system. What is happening now proves that we need stronger law enforcement to uphold justice, not to tolerate vigilantes like you!"

At the end, he turned his attention back to the citizens watching the live stream.

"But the problems exposed today also prove how urgent our country's medical reform bill is. It is precisely because of the existing systemic loopholes that such evil can take advantage of the situation."

"I assure all Americans: the hunt will not stop, reforms will not cease, and this country will never bow to terrorists!"

“American citizens deserve a better answer—and I promise to give you that answer.”

After saying that, he gave the camera a final, determined look, and then cut off the live stream.

Inside the studio, the president's screen was already black.

Only Rorschach's sarcastic voice continued:
"What a standard politician performance. When the yellow-eyed person is exposed, they rush to change the channel."

"American citizens watching the live broadcast, you are all seeing it now: when the law becomes a toy for the rich, and justice becomes a fig leaf for the powerful, someone will always stand up and judge all of this in the most direct way."

“I can tell you that those unscrupulous capitalists on trial in the surveillance footage all received the bloodiest trial a day ago.”

"I am neither a hero nor a madman. I am just someone who saw the truth and refused to remain silent."

“My list is still very long, and it's full of people who haven't been tried yet. But after tonight they'll start to be afraid.”

"Because from today onwards—"

Rorschach's resounding words rang out: "Every greedy and powerful person hears my footsteps before they fall asleep!"

After he finished speaking, a busy signal indicating the phone had been disconnected rang out.

"Dudu."

The busy signal for the call being disconnected rang.

However, both the audience in the studio and those watching on television remained captivated by Rorschach's words.

Until about ten seconds later,

A collective sigh of relief filled the studio—the devil was finally gone.

But everyone's expressions remained solemn, Rorschach's words echoing in their minds.

Many people even had a terrifying thought: perhaps Rorschach wasn't wrong?

Ronnie ended the live broadcast hastily, looking distraught, and even left the studio alone without saying goodbye to the guests, which was unprecedented for him.

The half-hour bloody trial and the heated debate between Luo Xi and the president had a huge impact on this veteran host with 30 years of experience.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was hide in his office and numb his senses with alcohol.

However, the moment he pushed open the door,

An unexpected figure was sitting in his office chair, smiling and watching him.

"Haha, Mr. Ronion."

Luo Xia winked at him and smiled, "How was my speech just now? Was there anything that resonated with you?"

Ronion's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he stared incredulously at the man before him.

This nationally wanted criminal was hiding in his own office, just a dozen meters from the studio.
this.
"Won't you come in and chat?" Luo Xia walked to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red wine in front of him.

The amber liquid swirled in two stemmed glasses, and he pushed one of them across the desk.

After a brief silence, Ronion sighed, closed the door, and went inside.

"Rorschach, it's me."

"Don't be afraid, I've come here just to tell you something."

Luo Xia took a small sip of his drink, watched as the other person reluctantly followed suit, and then continued:

"Five years ago, in your program, during the same call-in segment, a firefighter named Steve called in and said that many of his brothers died in the 911 rescue, and the compensation from the government and insurance companies had never arrived. Do you remember?"

“This…” Ronion’s expression changed drastically, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead: “I…I really forgot. You know, I get all sorts of phone calls almost every day.”

Luo Xia nodded slightly, swirling the wine in his glass as he continued, "Do you remember how you replied to him back then?"

"I"

"You used the most cutting tone to question whether he was trying to defraud donations and pretend to be a martyr's family member to gain sympathy."

Rorschach's glass suddenly stopped in mid-air. "He even swore that defaulting on pension payments would only happen in backward countries on the other side of the Pacific, and would never happen in the civilized world."

Ronion's face turned ashen instantly, and his hands trembled as he said, "Rorschach, I got prank calls every day, and I really couldn't tell the difference back then."

"hehe."

Luo Xia tilted his head back and finished his red wine, then stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "As a journalist, you failed to verify the truth and also failed to learn to respect suffering. I hope you can remember these two points in your next life."

As he watched the other man straighten his cuffs and walk toward the door, Ronnie breathed a sigh of relief, only to suddenly feel as if his internal organs were on fire.

He staggered and tried to grab the table for help, but the gushing blood silenced all his voice.

"boom--!"

An explosion was heard outside the window.

Through his darkening vision, he saw the new mayor's car had turned into a fireball.
In the last second before losing consciousness, Rorschach's words from his live stream suddenly echoed in his ears:

"Every greedy and powerful person hears my footsteps as they sleep!"

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In the hospital ward.

A mother turned off the live stream, her face a mixture of complex emotions and a hint of satisfaction.

"Mother."

In the hospital bed, the little girl with her shaved head woke up, looked at the packed luggage, and asked softly, "Don't we have to stay in the hospital anymore?"

"Cathy."

The woman gently stroked her daughter's cheek, fighting back tears as she softly said, "We'll go home for treatment. Don't worry, no matter what happens, Mom will be with you."

"Mmm!" The girl hugged her mother tightly.

Just as they were carrying their meager belongings out of the ward, a nurse suddenly rushed up to them: "Lina! Someone has paid for Cathy's entire surgery, and there's even money set aside in the account for her follow-up treatment!"

"What?" the woman exclaimed incredulously. "Really?"

"Absolutely true! And that lady left the money and left!" The nurse was equally excited.

"What does she look like?"

"You can't see clearly because she's wearing sunglasses, but her figure is like a supermodel!"

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Outside the hospital.

Anna walked out the door in silence, her hat brim pulled low, obscuring her expression.

"How does it feel to save ordinary people?" Rorschach appeared beside her without her noticing.

“Very good,” Anna replied calmly, “at least it’s better than killing someone.”

Luo Xia smiled and looked into the distance.

Anna suddenly asked, "There's something I've been wanting to ask you."

"What."

"Why were you willing to listen to Harold and save those unfamiliar phone numbers?"

Rorschach didn't answer immediately.

His gaze swept across the crowd, as if he could see Steve celebrating with his dead teammates at the World Trade Center site.

After a long silence, he chuckled softly:

"Because in this city, someone has to save those who 'don't deserve to be saved'."

(End of this chapter)