Operation: Exterminate the 'Insects'!

At this moment, the white-haired woman in the cheongsam let her eyes drift.

A trace of sorrow seemed to flicker across her fair-skinned face.

She stared at Rorschach, who stood a few meters away.

Her expression mournful as she spoke:

"What a pity, child. You heard something you shouldn't have... After you die, poor me will likely have little chance to taste the food of my homeland again..."

Clearly, as a regular customer of the restaurant, Madam Gao had already recognized Rorschach's identity.

Yet, before her words faded, a tiny ladies' pistol suddenly flipped out from her palm.

And without a tremor, it aimed straight at Rorschach!

This Madam Gao...

Honeyed words, a viper's heart!

At the same time, the blonde white man with a twisted grin kept his sinister gaze locked on Rorschach.

His raised hand swayed slightly.

The metal playing cards between his fingers were about to fly!

As a killer, he wasn't as long-winded as Madam Gao.

And Bullseye never spoke to the dead!

However, just as the two sides faced off in a tense standoff, with battle on the verge of erupting, "Heh heh..."

Rorschach, eyes narrowed, suddenly pulled a cruel smile from the corner of his mouth.

Then, that cruel smile rapidly twisted into manic laughter.

"Hahaha—"

In an instant, hearing Rorschach's mad laughter, Madam Gao furrowed her brow instinctively.

She couldn't help but look at Rorschach with utter disgust.

Next, even the grinning blonde white man seemed unable to bear Rorschach's laughter.

He glared at Rorschach viciously and asked:

"Little rat, scared out of your mind?"

"Hey! What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Ha—"

But then, Rorschach's laughter abruptly stopped.

He suddenly raised a hand that had been hidden behind his back!

In his palm, a crystal orb the size of an infant's head, radiating a dazzling, terrifying green light, shattered into powder!

Crackle!

Buzzzz—

In that instant, accompanied by a piercing, spine-chilling hum, countless metal beetles, each no larger than a needle tip, surged out.

Then they swiftly coalesced into a terrifying cloud of metallic mist before Rorschach!

This metallic mist seemed to possess its own consciousness.

Before the stunned Madam Gao and the blonde man, who tried to swing his hand, could fully react, Buzzzz—

The terrifying metallic mist lunged at the two in the blink of an eye.

Wrapping tightly around their heads, it instantly teleported into their brains!

"Ah—"

Madam Gao let out only a brief shriek.

The tiny pistol in her hand clattered to the floor.

She staggered backward, stumbling, and collapsed onto the carpet.

"Heh heh..."

At the same time, the blonde man with a twisted expression knelt on the ground in extreme pain.

Even from between his mouth and nose, a large amount of crystalline unknown liquid seeped out!

Until this moment.

Expressionless Rorschach suddenly took a deep breath.

He spoke coldly to the two people caught in their final struggle:

"I laugh... because I suddenly remembered something happy!"

The moment the words fell.

Both the blonde man and Madam Gao abruptly stopped struggling.

A few seconds later, their movements shifting from stiff to practiced, they rose from the ground one after another.

The two came before Rorschach with blank faces and slowly knelt.

"My Lord! Please give your orders."

Rorschach squinted as he looked at the two who, just seconds ago, had been clamoring for bloodshed.

Now, their minds and lives were entirely under his control.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Why bother? Wasting my things..."

And this little toy of the Necron...

The Mind-Lock Scarab, terrifying beyond measure!

Falling into silence, Rorschach lowered his head and glanced at the blonde man, asking casually:

"Name?"

The blonde man knelt on the ground, lifted his head expressionlessly, and replied respectfully:

"Lester Jangus, assassin alias: Bullseye."

Bullseye...

Rorschach squinted and let out a cold laugh.

He said with certainty:

"If I'm not mistaken, that so-called Underworld King is 'Kingpin,' right?"

Hearing Rorschach's question.

The blonde man Bullseye obediently answered again:

"'Kingpin' is Wilson Fisk... He doesn't like people calling him by his name. To rule the underworld, he took the name 'Kingpin.'"

However, Rorschach was noncommittal about this answer.

In fact, the first time he learned of the Underworld King's existence.

Rorschach had vaguely known who it was.

This was just a supervillain deeply obsessed with ruling a criminal empire...

For Rorschach at present, that was all.

Squinting, Rorschach suddenly shifted his gaze.

He looked down at Madam Gao, who was equally expressionless, and asked:

"How many men do you have?"

"Fifty-odd in the syndicate now, three hundred and ten scattered outside... Outside the Americas, there are still some subordinates."

"First, have the syndicate members leave. Then gather all your men and tell them to come fully armed, carrying as many weapons as possible..."

Rorschach gave the order to Madam Gao in a flat tone.

Next, the expressionless Madam Gao slowly rose.

She returned to the room, picked up her phone, and began making calls.

Then, Rorschach issued a command to Bullseye:

"Go back and tell Fisk that the Triads have defied his orders and chosen rebellion! In three days, they will launch an attack on 'Kingpin's' lair... Try your best to persuade him to gather all of New York's underworld for defense!"

"Remember! All of the underworld!"

"As you command, my Lord!"

The numb-faced Bullseye quickly rose.

After wiping the transparent liquid from his face.

He hurried downstairs with swift steps.

"Cleaning up the local pests and pulling out the weeds in New York."

That was the plan Rorschach had hastily come up with.

To avoid the next time he delivered takeout.

He wouldn't know what gang scum he'd run into, or who he might offend.

Moreover, as long as Rorschach continued living among these vermin.

How could he ever hope to live a quiet and peaceful life?

In truth, if he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon their secret conversation this time.

He wouldn't have bothered meddling.

That was the business of the local police and superheroes.

Unfortunately, that Mind-Lock Scarab produced by the Necron.

Was extraordinary in its effects, and far too useful.

Since Rorschach had already taken control of two gang members tied to 'Kingpin.'

Then he might as well exploit the conflicts between these gangs.

Let them tear each other apart, dogs biting dogs!

With a smile on his face, Rorschach walked out of the trade association.

In his hand, he carried the still-heavy takeout container.

What was inside wasn't a lunchbox, of course.

But the gang funds Madam Gao had left in the association.

Roughly over six million.

To Rorschach, it counted as Madam Gao's compensation for his mental distress and a takeout tip.

He strolled down the street, his steps leisurely.

Stuck in a writing rut.

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