The next second, the drunken middle-aged officer was grabbed by the throat with a sudden appearance of a metal hand.
Without reacting at all, he was suddenly lifted into the air by Luo Xia.
His uncontrollable hands and feet started to struggle like a fish out of water.
In the blink of an eye, the other person's face quickly turned red.
While he rolled his eyes, strands of saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth that he could not swallow.
Wait until Rorschach feels that the other party has completely sobered up from the alcohol.
He slowly placed the trembling middle-aged officer heavily on the ground.
The metal palm that was tightly closed like an iron hoop also relaxed slightly.
"You only have one chance to answer the question. Where is Victor, the leader of the resistance, being imprisoned by you?"
Rorschach, with a deep voice, looked in front of him with endless fear in his eyes.
The middle-aged officer, who could hear the sound of water running down his lower body, asked in a deep voice.
"Ahem, cough, cough, that guy is locked in a special room on the second floor of the dungeon. You can find the entrance to the dungeon by walking along this corridor. However, the commander from the Harlem family prohibits us from going here. I also
I don’t have permission to enter or exit there…”
At this moment, the trembling middle-aged officer gave an extremely detailed report to the black metal giant approaching Chi Chi.
It seems that if you slow down for even one second, your life will be completely in danger.
Rorschach stared at the other person through the helmet's eyepiece.
He listened carefully to the beating of the middle-aged officer's heart, which almost jumped out of his chest.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Rorschach had just finished speaking.
The metal palms that suddenly closed with force crushed the middle-aged officer's cervical vertebra without causing much pain to the other party.
He casually threw down the opponent's still warm body and continued walking deeper into the corridor while driving the power armor.
Soon after, a spiral staircase that gradually sloped downwards suddenly appeared in Rorschach's field of vision.
He picked up the large Catachan saber without hesitation.
Walking toward the lower part where the light is dimmer.
And soon reached the first floor of the dungeon.
laugh--
It was accompanied by an unusually dull piercing sound.
The large, pitch-black Katachan saber was inserted deep into the spine of a sentry guard.
Rorschach quietly placed the limp body in a hidden corner.
He drove the power armor forward and continued walking deeper into the dungeon.
A few minutes later, he sent the sentry guards patrolling back and forth into a permanent sleep.
Rorschach also successfully reached the second floor of the dungeon.
He stood at the entrance to the second floor of the dungeon.
Subconsciously, he glanced at the life detection instrument inside the helmet.
At this moment, the entire second floor is within a range of tens of meters.
There was only a weak signal of life.
"Are these guys too confident in their defense system, or do they think that no one can successfully reach here? Yes, the local resistance has indeed failed countless times."
Rorschach couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
He drove his power armor forward.
We quickly arrived at the special room where Victor was imprisoned.
After Rorschach forcibly destroyed the access control device above with a metal iron fist.
In the dungeon, even a basic alarm didn't sound immediately.
winter--
As the heavy metal door was slowly pushed open by Rorschach.
The scene inside the special room came into his field of vision almost at a glance.
Just inside this dim room of only about thirty square meters.
Semicircular metal structures cover the surrounding walls one after another.
At this moment, those weird semicircular metal structures were emitting a dull purple light, and extremely complex codes seemed to be flashing on them.
And right in the center of the room.
A black-haired man who was forcibly pierced through the lute bone and hung in the air was weakly lowering his scarred head.
Every inch of his body was covered with traces of torture.
The wounds in many places had festered and suppurated, and smelly pus was dripping onto the ground.
"Hey...are the bastards of the Harlem family here to serve Uncle Doom again?"
At this moment, a voice with weak breath but strong words slowly came out from under the black-haired man's lowered head.
Rorschach didn't answer loudly.
He just drove the power armor forward.
It wasn't until he was still a few meters away from the opponent that he stopped completely.
"These things on the surrounding walls look like some kind of confinement device, specifically to confine magic or energy? Do you have any personal research on this?"
Rorschach asked in a low voice to Victor Doom who was hanging in the air.
"Did Zora still go looking for foreign aid? She is still too naive..."
Doom, with his head lowered, did not answer Rorschach's question.
Instead, he murmured to himself:
"If the resistance chooses to rely on outsiders to achieve the fruits of victory, then in the end, Latovilia's future will be to become a dirty zone where others can do whatever they want, and the people here will never be able to get rid of everything that is weighing on them..."
"Having ideals is always a good thing, but abandoning the influence of realistic factors is a kind of arrogance and stupidity... Since you have chosen the revolutionary path from the bottom up, you should not let yourself fall into the current situation, even if you are not afraid
We are prepared to sacrifice, but the people who continue to fight for your common ideals have already suffered an extremely painful price for your failure."
Rorschach, with a deep voice, interrupted Doom's murmur.
He continued in a calm tone:
"You are lucky because you met me, but at the same time, you are unlucky because the brutal wars that are about to happen in the future require me to harden my heart and squeeze anyone who is willing to fight for the future of mankind."
"Victor von Doom, are you willing to continue fighting for the people of Latovilia and the survival of humanity itself? No matter whether the enemy you will face is a rampant heretic or a cunning alien? No matter
What kind of desperate situation will you face in the future, and you still won't choose to compromise easily?"
"I would like to remind you as a friendly reminder that you only have one chance to answer correctly."
At this moment, Rorschach had just finished speaking.
Doom, who had been lowering his head, suddenly let out a deep laugh from his mouth.
"hehe……"
"I think I know who you are. Although I don't understand where your hatred for heretics and aliens comes from, I think I can do what you ask for..."
"Especially the painful experience this failure brought to me has made me gradually understand that a revolutionary path without overwhelming power has always been an illusory luxury hope!"
Doom spoke in a low tone while slowly raising his drooped head.
In an instant, it was covered with festering wounds that looked like cuts from knives and axes.
Even the two eyeballs were forcefully gouged out, and the terrifying face was clearly revealed in front of Rorschach!
"Please save me, guide me, help me...and I am willing to fight for you!"