Kill It Anyway

The three tails following behind hadn't fallen too far behind, only three streets away. I had to admit, the trackers were quite skilled.

Without a certain level of anti-surveillance capability, it would be hard to detect them.

Take Jarvis, for example. He hadn't noticed anything unusual the entire time.

It's just a shame that no matter what, they would never have imagined that every single one of my movements was actually under Rorschach's control.

Because Rorschach had already locked onto their heartbeats.

Not just their heartbeats, either. Rorschach could clearly hear their conversations with their superior.

"Report your current location!"

"Commander, the target is currently heading north on 71st Street."

"I've dispatched a special operations team. They're expected to rendezvous with you in twenty minutes. Keep a close eye on them!"

"Understood, Commander!"

"A special operations team? That's quite the exaggeration."

Rorschach couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Whoever the mastermind behind this was, they certainly thought highly of him.

But with Rorschach's current abilities, he was naturally fearless.

It was just a shame that he might not be able to make it to the appointment on time.

"Jarvis, please wait a moment. Can you stop the car up ahead?"

Rorschach thought for a moment, sat up straight, and said to Jarvis.

"Mr. Rorschach, is something wrong?" Jarvis asked, looking at Rorschach with some confusion.

"Jarvis, I just remembered I have something that needs immediate attention. But don't worry, I'll head over as soon as I'm done. It's just... I might be a little late."

"But I'll make haste and try to be as punctual as possible."

Rorschach said to Jarvis with a serious expression.

Jarvis really wanted to ask Rorschach what could possibly be so urgent that he had to deal with it at this critical juncture, but he and Rorschach weren't that close yet.

It wasn't appropriate to ask too many questions.

"Mr. Rorschach, is there anything I can help with? I've been with Mr. Stark for a long time, and I can handle some minor matters."

Jarvis thought for a moment and sincerely offered.

"No need. This is my private matter, and it's not too troublesome. I'll handle it myself." Rorschach waved his hand at Jarvis.

Since Rorschach had said so, Jarvis naturally didn't press further.

After a brief pause, he suggested again, "Mr. Rorschach, at the very least, let me drive you. After you've finished your business, I'll take you to Mr. Stark's."

"Thanks, Jarvis. I appreciate the thought, but there's no need to go to such trouble."

"In that case, alright, Mr. Rorschach. I'll explain the situation to Mr. Stark."

Seeing Rorschach's firm stance, Jarvis didn't say any more. As Rorschach instructed, he slowly stopped the car by the roadside ahead.

Rorschach wasted no more words, pushed open the door, and strode out onto the street.

As expected.

As soon as Rorschach got out of the car, the Ford that had been following also stopped by the roadside.

The flat-topped youth quickly got out of the car as well.

He continued to follow Rorschach at a not-too-close, not-too-far distance.

Rorschach pretended not to notice anything and walked ahead as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until they had gone another two blocks that the flat-topped youth behind him realized why the target was heading to increasingly remote areas.

Could the target have already discovered him?

That shouldn't be possible!

The flat-topped youth began to meticulously recall the entire process, but he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

It seemed he was just being overly cautious.

Beep beep beep!

Horn honks came from behind. The flat-topped youth looked back and saw five "agent cars" driving forward imposingly, lined up in front and back.

The flat-topped youth gave a signal to the agents inside the cars.

"The target is up ahead. OK, let's get to work!"

In the frontmost car, Wade, in the passenger seat, quickly spotted Rorschach after a brief reconnaissance of the scene.

The cars drove straight ahead, blocking Rorschach's path by lining up on the roadside.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Then the car doors opened, and a total of twenty fully armed agents from the five cars got out, surrounding Rorschach.

Each agent held an assault rifle, their muzzles all pointed squarely at Rorschach.

"Stryker!"

Rorschach scanned the scene, especially noticing the chatterbox among them. He immediately understood who was setting him up.

"I know, I know!"

Wade's voice rang out as he strode towards Rorschach from within the cordon of special agents.

"You must be wondering, 'Who are these guys?', 'What do they want?', 'Are they going to kill me?', blah blah blah..."

Without Stryker's suppression, Wade's true nature began to resurface, spewing words endlessly.

"Let me help you clear your thoughts. About a month ago, at an amusement park in Ohio, you killed a beast. Remember?"

"Of course, not a beast in the literal sense, but a person who was like a beast. I don't think I need to explain, you understand, right?"

"You're so long-winded!" Rorschach couldn't help but interrupt Wade.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why Sun Wukong wanted to kill Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West. Being verbose could truly be a killer.

He had genuinely felt like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears just now.

"Let's keep it simple and direct. You tell me your objective, and then I'll decide whether to kill you all. Let's not waste each other's time, OK?"

Rorschach was much more straightforward.

"I am talking, I am talking... You interrupted me, OK? You didn't deny killing that beast just now, which means you admit it, right?"

Wade was speaking with momentum when he was interrupted, and he was quite displeased.

"At this point, does it even matter if I admit it or deny it?" Rorschach couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"God! Wade, he's right. Stop the nonsense and finish the mission cleanly, will you?"

Even Stryker, who was overseeing from the command center, couldn't stand it anymore and berated Wade over the comms channel.

Wade swallowed his rambling back down. "OK, you need to come with us. Is that simple and direct enough for you now?"

"Come with you? If I go with you, will you step forward with your left foot first, or your right foot?" Rorschach looked at Wade with a very serious expression.

Wade was stunned. "Is there a difference?"

He thought about it and couldn't understand why such an insignificant detail would be a point of contention.

However, seeing Rorschach's earnest look, it didn't seem like he was joking.

"Then... your right foot?" Wade answered tentatively.

"Sorry, I don't like people who step forward with their right foot first. So, I'll just kill you all!"

Rorschach's eyes turned blood red.