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Chapter 192 [Machine] New Target: Director Griffin?! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The incident was resolved much faster than anyone expected.

The day after the shocking "terror livestream" ended, Congress swiftly passed a compensation plan for the 9/11 rescue workers.

The scope of this compensation document is extremely broad, including not only the firefighters who entered the World Trade Center to carry out the rescue that day, but also the on-site medical staff and police officers who maintained order.

The Attorney General announced to the media that this was a special compensation fund totaling one billion US dollars, with each victim's family entitled to at least eight hundred thousand US dollars in compensation.

"We want all the firefighters who sacrificed their lives for the country to feel the care and respect of the authorities," the Justice Minister declared.

However, the public did not buy into this.

Top law firms across the United States have been eager to act, sending lawyers to various districts of New York to locate the widows of the fallen firefighters and prepare to launch class-action lawsuits, vowing to fight for five or ten times the compensation for them.

In this country, you can claim millions in damages if you get injured by a falling billboard while walking down the street; shouting "I can't breathe" during a "zero-dollar purchase" can get the police to pay an exorbitant settlement.

The public outcry sparked by this terrifying livestream, which was watched by at least half of the American population, has reached a global scale.

Which country in the world isn't laughing at the US right now?
Scandals involving the withholding of martyrs' pensions may exist in many countries, but this is the only one where the execution was broadcast live on television.

Under such immense public pressure, they faced a pension payment that had been owed for a full ten years.

Each family will only receive 800,000 in compensation?
What's the difference between this and giving away a homeless person?
Lawyers from top law firms assured the widows that if they sued the government and the insurance company, they would win the case without a doubt, and the final compensation would be no less than a million dollars!

Of course, these well-dressed elite lawyers are not philanthropists either.

Despite their flowery promises, their real aim was simply to use this wave of public opinion to give their law firm free global advertising while simultaneously making a hefty profit from the multi-billion dollar class-action lawsuit.

Although all of this was driven by profit, it did not actually cause any loss to the families of the martyrs. Therefore, when Luo Xia learned of it, he simply laughed it off and did not get involved again.

Although in most cases, after rescuing the target based on the number provided by the machine, he often punishes the perpetrator in the most ruthless way when he learns the reason why the other party was victimized.

But after the incident, he always quickly extricates himself, trying to avoid getting involved in the victim's life again.

However, there are exceptions.

Columbia University.

One of the five oldest universities in the United States, ranked among the top 30 in the QS World University Rankings, it not only boasts the nation's top law school, but its business school has also produced countless top billionaires, earning it the reputation of "the cradle of global business elites".

In short, this is the best university in New York State, and everyone who can study here is a top student.

At this moment, Rorschach is sitting in the cafeteria of this prestigious university.

The television hanging in front continuously broadcast the latest celebrity scandals: Lindsay Lohan was arrested again for drug use, Mel Gibson's alleged political discrimination recording was released, and Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears were photographed rekindling their old romance.
Luo Xia leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms behind his head, and stared blankly at the gossip news that suddenly sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

The public's attention, which was originally focused on the firefighters' compensation case, was instantly drawn to these tabloid news stories.

It must be said that, whether in the East or the West, celebrity scandals always attract more attention than social justice.

Especially in America, a country obsessed with entertainment.

"Damn it, it's just like South Korea, where as soon as a politician has a scandal, they start exposing celebrity gossip to divert public attention."

Rorschach muttered to himself and shook his head. But Mel Gibson was really tough. He dared to criticize both Black people and Jews. He was truly a breath of fresh air in Hollywood.

This guy's acting career is probably over, after all, that's Hollywood, which is firmly controlled by Jewish capital and political correctness.

Just as he was considering whether to rewatch some of Gibson's classic films that night as a final tribute to the tough guy, a straw suddenly peeked out from the side and gently poked his lips.

Turning his head, he saw Mia resting her chin on her hand on the table, while holding a strawberry milkshake with a straw to his lips with the other.

"Try it, Rorschach, our school's milkshakes are famously delicious."

The girl blinked her long eyelashes and looked at him with a smile, "Even students from Fordham University next door come all the way here to buy it."

“But you’ve already drunk from this cup, haven’t you?” Luo Xia raised an eyebrow at her.

Mia's eyes widened in disbelief—the two of them had just been kissing passionately in the park for half an hour, exchanging saliva for so long.
"Haha, just kidding."

Luo Xia took the milkshake and sipped it twice.

Compared to the cloying sweetness of the strawberry cream, the lingering lipstick scent on the straw was even more delightful for him.

After sitting in the restaurant for a while, Luo Xia suddenly suggested that she go to her dormitory to take a look.

"Staying in the dormitory?"

A tempting blush instantly spread across the girl's fair cheeks, clearly indicating that she was thinking of some explicit images.

"I think maybe we should spend a few more days together?" Mia lowered her head shyly, her voice trailing off. "We haven't even seen a movie together, haven't gone shopping together, haven't even gone boating on a lake together."

“A boat trip on the lake? What do you mean?” Luo Xia raised an eyebrow.

"It's just boating on the lake! Haven't you read 'The Notebook'?"

Mia blushed slightly. "The male and female protagonists confirmed their feelings for each other while rowing. That's my favorite movie, and I think we should also use this romantic way to confirm our relationship."

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Rorschach was speechless for a moment.

He was truly surprised by the girlish heart of this princess from a small country.

Even though the two are already very close, they still care about these formalities. This girl doesn't have Ginny's free and easy spirit at all.

Moreover, his suggestion to go to the dormitory wasn't for that kind of thing.

"Then let's go to your dorm to watch it. I haven't seen this movie before."

He casually tossed the empty milkshake cup into the trash can, then grabbed Mia's hand and headed towards the dormitory without saying a word.

Although Mia was shy, she still followed him closely with small, quick steps.

Wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, Rorschach was almost unrecognizable.

But Mia was a prominent figure at Columbia University. Everyone knew that this princess from a small European country was a top-tier heiress with a net worth of over 100 million.

He has both status and money!

Now, passing students, seeing that the princess is already taken, are casting gossipy glances their way.

American university dormitories are mostly co-ed, and Ivy League schools are no exception.

On their way upstairs, the two bumped into several couples who were being affectionate in the hallway.

"Do you know what I regret most in my life?" Luo Xia suddenly asked.

"Was it murder?" Mia asked cautiously.

Although she didn't dare watch the live stream a few days ago, she had heard about what happened in it.

The man before her was fatally attractive to her, but he was also a dangerous criminal.

Luo Xia paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Of course not. My biggest regret is not going to university."

His gaze swept over the couples in the corridor, their expressions ambiguous. At that moment, Luo Xia felt as if he had arrived in Amsterdam, not at an Ivy League university.

"But then again..."

Luo Xia then thought that not going to university might actually be a good thing.

Based on his physique, appearance, and attitude towards relationships, he'll probably get pregnant within two years and be forced to become a stay-at-home dad prematurely.

"Here, this is my dormitory."

Mia led Luo Xia into a double dormitory room of about 30 square meters.

The space is quite spacious, with two single beds on either side, a desk and a small refrigerator in the middle, a large wardrobe, and a private bathroom.

"Damn, this is so much better than the barracks."

Luo Xia plopped down on the bed, and just as he was about to lie down, he suddenly felt a vibration.

He reached into the pink blanket and groped around, then pulled out a "Purple Mood" cigarette.
"This is."

"This belongs to my roommate!"

Mia hurriedly grabbed the stick, turned off the power, and threw it under the bed.

Her face flushed red, she squatted on the ground with her back to Luo Xia, hesitant to turn around.

"But how did your roommate's 'toy' end up on your bed?" Luo Xia asked deliberately, raising an eyebrow.

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Mia was speechless, her mind went blank, and she couldn't even come up with a decent excuse.

But the next second, a pair of strong hands suddenly placed on her thighs.

Before she could react, she was lifted into the air and carried away.

A tingling sensation she had never experienced before suddenly swept over her entire body.

"Do you know what else besides the arms can cause veins to bulge?"

Upon hearing this, Mia felt weak all over and curled up in his arms.

Just as Luo Xia's hand began to explore downwards, he suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to check the time.

"Damn it, I almost forgot about the important matter."

He patted Mia's head to signal her to give in, stood up, straightened his belt, and held up three fingers.

"Wait three minutes, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Luo Xia quickly opened the door and left, leaving Mia wiping her mouth and lying on the bed in confusion.

Downstairs in Mia's dormitory, two thin boys in the boys' dormitory were indifferently assembling several semi-automatic rifles.

"There aren't many people in the classrooms at this time, let's go to the cafeteria first."

"Okay, I'll block the front door, and you block the back door. Just shoot anyone you see!"

"Don't forget the dorms. There are at least a hundred people in this dorm building now."

"That's right, let's start by killing people in this dormitory building!"

"But there are fewer people in the dormitory than in the cafeteria."

"Shit, so where do you think we should start?"

The two men, who were loading bullets one by one, suddenly found themselves in a dilemma, but the next second, a voice of advice came from the doorway.

"If it were me, I would choose the restaurant."

The two looked up in alarm and found that the dormitory door had been opened at some point.

A tall man wearing sunglasses was leaning against the door frame, smoking a cigarette and sizing them up.

"The reason is simple—"

Rorschach continued, "If the fighting happens in the dormitory building, as soon as the gunshots ring out, they will hide in their rooms and lock the doors from the inside."

"I don't see you're using shotguns for breaching doors. Rifle bullets take a long time to break down doors and there's a risk of being hit by stray bullets." "Besides, there's no elevator in this building. With so many floors, just climbing the stairs would exhaust you two weaklings."

"As for the restaurant, in that open environment, everyone will be a sitting duck for you."

Rorschach shrugged at them. "Of course, now that I'm here, you two can forget about shooting rifles. You'd better stick to shooting pistols."

"Fuck you! Where did you come from?!"

A boy pointed a rifle directly at Rorschach and shouted threateningly, "Perfect timing! Let's take care of this arrogant guy first!"

However, the next second, his hand holding the gun began to tremble uncontrollably.

The man in front of me suddenly took off his sunglasses and hat, revealing a face I had seen on the news more than once.

"Rorosha Butcher?!"

"Fuck! It's that terrorist!"

The two, who were already tense, turned pale and froze on the spot with wide eyes.

Rorschach scoffed: "First of all, the correct way to hold a rifle is to shoulder it and aim, not to make random gestures like you are. Secondly..."

He slowly approached the boy, snatched the rifle, deftly checked the safety, and pulled the bolt.

"You two good-for-nothings don't even know how to turn on the safety lock, yet you're thinking of killing someone?!"

"I"

Their lips trembled, and they finally collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, awaiting death.

Rorschach glanced at the mountain of bullet boxes piled on the bed and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Yesterday at noon, the machine produced dozens of new phone numbers, all of which belonged to Columbia University students. This was the first time the machine had produced so many victims, and all of them were students. Harold speculated that it might be a retaliatory indiscriminate massacre similar to the one depicted in the movie "Elephant."

He quickly gathered information on all the students on campus and eventually found the two students who bought guns and ammunition using fake IDs. Then it was Rorschach's turn to work.

However, he did not act immediately. Instead, he spent some time with Mia, who had just enrolled at Columbia University, before dealing with the matter.

Rorschach sat down cross-legged and tossed a cigarette to each of them.

He calmly said amidst their bewildered gazes, "Just because your girlfriend was stolen and your spot on the school football team was taken, you're going to massacre the entire Columbia University?"

"How...how did you know?" The two looked at him in disbelief.

Luo Xia said calmly, "Otherwise what? Judging from your behavior, you don't seem like the kind of people who have been bullied. You're just used to being pampered, and you complain about everything when you encounter a little setback. Let me tell you, only trash would use a gun to indiscriminately kill innocent people. Do you know what a real man does?"

Seeing that the two remained silent, Luo Xia suddenly slapped them on the back of the head:

"A real man will take back what belongs to him with his own hands, instead of killing indiscriminately!"

"I've confiscated your guns. Remember, I'll be watching you. If you dare play this dangerous game again..."

He narrowed his eyes, "I'll kill your whole family."

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Upon hearing this, the two men shuddered and quickly shook their heads, saying that they had only acted impulsively and were blinded by greed, and had no intention of actually killing anyone.

Seeing their cowardly appearance, Luo Xia rolled his eyes, patted his pants, and stood up.

He pointed to the boy on his right who had once pointed a gun at him and said without room for argument, "The guy who took your spot on the school team is the son of a business school professor. If you're not happy about it, go beat him up—and remember, only with your fists."

"Oh," the boy nodded, bewildered.

As for you...

Rorschach turned to the other boy, hesitated for a moment, and did not speak immediately.

The guy blinked and asked cautiously, "Do you want me to win Lisa back?"

"Forget it, your girlfriend is a bitch. She dumped you and then dumped a new boyfriend. Right now she's upstairs on the stairs giving a blowjob to some black guy. If you're not happy about it, you can go up there and beat them up."

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Seeing the boy's devastated expression, Luo Xia could only offer a helpless look.

Even if you get back a girlfriend like that, she'll probably face the situation of "a vocational school graduate not being good enough for a college graduate."

Finally, he threatened the two men again with his terrorist credentials, and then left the dormitory with two rifles.

As he walked into the corridor, he instantly stored the two guns into his "Tyrant Space".

Since his gun-fu was upgraded to [Overload Tyrant], he hasn't had a chance to use his other abilities yet, but he has already mastered this personal space to perfection.

Like magic, with just a thought, one can summon items from that unknown space.

Similarly, he can instantly store anything he touches.

Unfortunately, this two-ton space currently only contains some ordinary firearms.

Luo Xia is planning to plunder hotels or nearby military bases on the mainland in the next few days and stuff some "good stuff" into them.

Soon after dealing with the new number incident, Luo Xia pushed open the door to Mia's dormitory.

In the room, Mia, who had already taken off her clothes and was hiding naked under the covers, trembled when she heard the noise.

She peeked out and saw it was Luo Xia, then immediately shyly pulled her head back under the covers.

"Don't be nervous, my princess."

Luo Xia pulled out his belt and snapped it in the air, then grinned mischievously, deliberately trying to scare him, "I'll be very gentle."

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A few hours later.

By the time Rorschach left the Columbia University campus, it was already getting dark.

His neck and back were covered in scratches from fingernails, and dried sweat stains remained in his hair.

He opened the door of the Land Rover and, before leaving, glanced back at the dormitory building, then looked down at the few hot selfies Mia had just sent him.

"Damn it, this [Desire Control Technique] really can't be misused!"

Rorschach clicked his tongue in lingering fear.

Despite being a princess with a pure and innocent personality, she transformed into a lustful beast when his skill was activated.

If Mia hadn't still been beautiful and charming, he would have suspected that he had slept with one of the Kardashians.

He started the car and dialed Harold's number while turning the steering wheel.

Columbia University's campus at night presents a different scene altogether, with various clubs holding gatherings and creating a lively atmosphere.

"So, Rorschach, how was your day trip to the Ivy League?" Harold's voice rang out.

"I have to admit, I really enjoyed it."

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand, Luo Xia took the leaflets from the students supporting women, equality, and environmentalism, and joked, "Being surrounded by a bunch of idealistic young people makes me feel young again."

Harold said in a didactic tone, "In some ways, the young people in the ivory tower are the purest idealists in the world. They are detached from production, ignorant of the ways of the world, and have never experienced hardship, so they still have beautiful dreams about the world."

Luo Xia smiled noncommittally. "Yeah, so they'll all behave themselves after a few days of work after graduation. Hahaha."

“I don’t think we should laugh at idealists, Rorschach. Even if you don’t want to admit it, it’s always been idealists who drive human progress, like civil rights leaders and scientific pioneers.”

Suddenly, Harold abruptly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence.

"What's wrong?" Rorschach asked curiously.

He wasn't worried about anything going wrong; Anna was there to protect Harold at the base. Although that woman was far inferior to him, she was still a KGB elite.

Not long after, Harold's voice rang out again, but this time, Rorschach clearly heard the sound of him swallowing.

"What's wrong, buddy?" he asked, frowning. "What happened?"

Harold said somewhat gravely, "Rorschach, the machine just printed out a new Social Security number, and I checked it."

"Who?"

“This guy, Luo Xia, you have to promise me that you won’t cause any more trouble this time.”

"Who the hell is he?!"

"Chief Pete Griffin, Midtown Chicago Police Department."

Zhi——!
The Land Rover left a screech skid mark in the middle of the road, and the tires emitted a pungent, burning smell!

Luo Xia gripped his phone tightly, his face burning with murderous intent.

“The chief has always been in Chicago, how could he possibly have a New York Social Security number?” His voice was terrifyingly low.

Harold quickly replied, "I just found out too. It turns out that Director Griffin retired early a month ago and moved his family to New York, living on Long Island. Something must have happened in the past month that we don't know about."

"New York."

Luo Xia stared at the flashing neon lights ahead, then closed his eyes in anguish.

Back in Chicago, the director had mentioned to him more than once that after retiring he wanted to move to the South, fish every day, ride horses in the mountains, and then go to see cowboy shows.

But now he has retired early and moved to New York.

Luo Xia knew without a doubt that the director must have moved here after seeing on the news that he was in New York.

Harold

His voice was hoarse: "This time I might have to disappoint you."

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Late at night in Florida.

Caribbean Sea, U.S. Virgin Islands.

Under the pitch-black night sky, on the shimmering sea, a speedboat with its engine off floats two nautical miles from the small island.

Under the moonlight, an overweight, white-haired old man gazed at the brightly lit island in the distance.

After a long silence, he suddenly loaded two pistols and shoved them behind his waist. Then he opened the gun bag he had brought and took out a submachine gun and a rifle, which he hung on his chest. Finally, he fastened three hand grenades to his side.

"Fuck you! What's there to be afraid of!"

He muttered a curse under his breath to encourage himself:
"I joined the army at nineteen, participated in Operation Desert Storm at twenty-five, and after retiring to the police academy, I ranked first in the school for two consecutive years. Intelligence agencies invited me, and the FBI was scrambling to get me!"

"I want to see what kind of shady things are hidden on this wretched island!"

(End of this chapter)