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Chapter 289 The Wedding (Final Chapter)

five minutes later.

F-22 fighter jets from Andrews Air Force Base roared over the White House, circling low and searching for any suspicious corner.

Twenty minutes later.

The FBI, Department of Homeland Security, Secret Service, and National Guard have completely surrounded the White House.

There were no scenes like those in movies where people shout through megaphones, no empty talk about surrender, and no so-called negotiation experts.

With a single gesture from the highest-ranking commander on site, all tactical squads immediately launched an assault operation, storming into the White House in combat formation!

When the assault team kicked down the last line of defense, they found that most of the civilian staff were huddled behind their desks, unharmed except for being frightened.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the devastating news from the bunker plunged them all into an icy abyss—

The president and vice president were both shot in the head and died in the presidential bunker, which was said to be "impenetrable even in a nuclear war"!
Only Secretary of State Underwood miraculously escaped unscathed.

According to testimonies from Secret Service agents and staff, both OBM and Harry died at the hands of terrorist Rorschach, but no trace of Rorschach could be found at the scene.

Then the rest followed naturally.

As a super criminal who has perpetrated numerous shocking terrorist attacks around the world in the past year, turning major cities upside down, no one doubts that Rorschach is capable of massacring the White House.

The impeachment motion prepared by the Senate suddenly became worthless. After all, the person was dead, and even his family members had mysteriously disappeared. What was there to impeach?
There's an old saying in the East: "When a person dies, their debts are wiped out." This may not apply to the capitalist world, but it's a proven truth in the political arena.

At this moment, the cabinet and both houses of parliament, the Democratic Party and the Republican Party are all frantically dividing up the power vacuum. Who cares about OBM's political legacy and reputation?

According to the Constitution, the order of succession to the presidency is: vice president, speaker of the House of Representatives, and secretary of state.

But Vice President Harry also died in the bunker, and Speaker Johnson had his head smashed by a shotgun during the Capitol Hill riots.

Thus, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity ultimately fell to Secretary of State Underwood.

Inside the White House press briefing room.

Hundreds of media outlets held their breath, their cameras and microphones aimed at the oath-taking platform covered with dark blue velvet.

Underwood placed his palm on the Constitution and, following the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, recited the long-awaited oath, word by word:

"I, Francis Underwood, solemnly swear..."

"I will faithfully perform the duties of President of the United States of America."

"."

"May God bless me."

Bang bang bang.
After the oath was taken, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause that lasted for a long time.

The gazes of those present toward the new president held both earnest anticipation and deep-seated anxiety.

Today in America, the civil rights movement is intensifying, the problem of illegal immigration is becoming increasingly serious, the war on terror overseas continues, and terrorist attacks on home soil are occurring one after another.

Even the White House, a symbol of state power, has fallen twice!
Everyone knows that Underwood, as president, is a firefighter sent to save the day, not someone to sit at the pinnacle of power and enjoy the glory.

Countless eyes are watching him, and if he performs poorly, he will face impeachment.

Meanwhile, Underwood's wife, Claire, frowned slightly. She noticed that her husband didn't seem as happy as expected; instead, his eyes were unfocused, and he seemed preoccupied.

“Frank?” She gently tugged at her husband’s sleeve.

Once he came to his senses, Underwood immediately put on his signature political smile and warmly greeted his colleagues who came to congratulate him.

After the last guest left, he gazed at the empty altar and suddenly asked softly, "Claire, do you remember?"

"what?"

"All I wanted at first was a position as Secretary of State."

"Haha, of course I remember! But now you're the President of the United States! Isn't that even better?"

"maybe."

A bitter smile appeared on Underwood's lips.

He couldn't tell at that moment whether America's democracy had chosen him, or...
It's quiet at night.

The White House remained brightly lit.

Slightly tipsy, Underwood left the party and headed toward the Oval Office, a symbol of supreme power.

After nodding to the chief of staff outside the door, he pushed open the heavy oak door, only to be met with darkness.

Before he could even step into the office, a detached voice rang out:

"Frank, you seem to have forgotten my warning."

Underwood froze, the lingering effects of the alcohol instantly dissipating.

Rorschach slowly turned his high-backed chair around, his gaze piercing through the darkness to look directly at President America: "If I smell that disgusting perfume again, I won't mind replacing her with a more obedient president."

"I'm so sorry! I promise it won't happen again!"

Underwood hurriedly closed the door, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

The new president has lost even the most basic composure when facing the true master of power.

He shook his head with a wry smile and looked down the corridor.

All the staff members stared at him expressionlessly, their eyes empty and cold, and faint traces of nanobots wriggling could be seen on the back of his neck.
He fully realized that what had chosen him was never democracy, but the most profound form of violence.

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Manhattan, New York.

Inside an art training institution near Central Park, a female teacher is attentively instructing several young students to copy still life, occasionally bending down to adjust their pen-holding posture.

She wore a burgundy turtleneck sweater. Although there were signs of age around her eyes, her soft facial features complemented her gentle blue eyes, giving her an intellectual and warm aura.

However, compared to her outstanding temperament and appearance, this lady's artistic talent can only be described as mediocre.

The sparse number of students in the classroom was enough to tell the story.

This is the heart of Manhattan, where land is incredibly valuable, just steps away from Central Park, yet only a handful of students were listlessly graffitiing, clearly distracted.

What's even stranger is that, despite such a dismal business situation, this woman not only managed to keep the institution running, but also changed the bouquets every week and used the highest-end art supplies.

The class ended an hour later.

The students hurriedly packed up their art supplies and left, and the classroom quickly quieted down.

The female teacher carefully tidied up the scattered easels, covering each paint bottle. Just as she was about to turn off the light and leave, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing outside the door.

The paintbrush in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Haha Rod?!"

The person who arrived was none other than Harold, who had disappeared for many years.

He stood at the door, searching for his lover whom he hadn't seen for ten years.

They met when they were young and insignificant, but were forced to separate after the invention of the machine.

To evade capture by the government, Harold was forced to go into hiding under an assumed name, painfully severing ties with his beloved.

For the past ten years, he has gone to the park that Carrie frequents almost every day to keep watch from afar, using binoculars to observe her drinking coffee in a secluded corner and to record her daily outfits.

Concerned about her livelihood, he even used a machine to meticulously design a lottery ticket worth hundreds of millions, which he then anonymously sent to her to ensure she had no worries about food and clothing.

This also explains why Carrie was able to maintain the training institution in Manhattan despite having few students.

“Carrie, I’m sorry.” Harold’s voice choked, his eyes reddening. “I’m too late.”

The woman, known as Carrie, hurried to her lover, her trembling fingers gently stroking Harold's gaunt cheek, and wept with joy: "No, it's not too late, not at all too late."

Without any further pleasantries or explanations, Harold did not make excuses for his ten-year absence, and Carrie did not inquire about his whereabouts during those years.

They were like two lost souls who had finally found each other, embracing tightly as if trying to melt away ten years of separation in that embrace.

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A month later.

Hawaii. At the most luxurious beachfront resort, the rooftop bar on the third floor has been booked out for a fortune.

On the spacious sea-view terrace, apart from a few men in the VIP booths, all the other guests were top models dressed in grass skirts and bikinis.

Hundreds of dancers performed around the central booth, accompanied by flashing neon lights and deafening music, creating a scene that was sensual, sexy, and extremely extravagant!

"Rorschach!"

Surrounded by beautiful women, Harold yelled at the man opposite him, who was also surrounded by women, "This is what you call a bachelor party? If Carrie finds out, I'm doomed!"

Rorschach, who was playing "mouth-to-mouth" with the blonde model, chuckled lazily upon hearing this: "Relax, buddy. Those girls are having a bachelorette party too. This morning Ginny was asking me which bar had the hottest male models; she's probably watching a muscular guy pole dancing right now."

"Watfuck?!" Harold jumped up from the sofa instantly.

He knew all too well how crazy America's pre-wedding party was; if Carrie got too drunk...
Seeing his panicked state, Clyde swirled his wine glass and reassured him, "Don't worry, with Scarlett and Root keeping an eye on things, they'll just get a glimpse. If they really dare to do anything outrageous, do you think Rorschach would be so calm?"

Harold looked at Rorschach, who was already deeply immersed in a world of pleasure, and shook his head helplessly.

This man, who was ruthless and decisive in Washington and had the new president completely under his control, revealed his true colors as soon as he returned to Hawaii, reverting to his womanizing ways.

However, it was fine before, since they were wanted by the world at that time, and the enormous pressure did require them to find ways to relieve it.

Now that things have stabilized, Harold feels it's necessary to keep an eye on Rorschach's unrestrained and dissolute attitude towards relationships for Ginny and the others.

Just as Harold was about to give his lecture, a dark figure silently appeared behind the booth.

A strong, powerful hand precisely passed through the young model wrapped around Luo Xia's body and grabbed the back of his neck.

"Sang Ao Fu—"

Rorschach, enraged, swung his fist, but stopped abruptly upon recognizing the person. His fierce expression instantly transformed into a fawning smile: "Um... Uncle Jack, long time no see."

Standing behind him was Ginny's father.

The father-in-law, his face ashen, was glaring at the drunken Luo Xia, his eyes seeming to want to devour him alive!
outside the bar.

Rorschach and Jack stood side by side in the corridor.

Looking at the conspicuous hickeys on Rorschach's neck, Jack felt like he was going to clench his fists!
He just couldn't understand how his daughter could fall in love with this bastard with such a messy private life!
"By the way, I heard that Uncle got a promotion."

Luo Xia broke the silence, chuckling mischievously, "The Minister of Defense, jumping straight from law enforcement to the core of the cabinet, that's like a rocket launch!"

Jack gave him a cold glance, showing no interest in responding.

Although his promotion from deputy director of the Counterterrorism Bureau to minister of defense was indeed a leap of several ranks, he was well aware that while he was nominally the second-in-command at the Counterterrorism Bureau, he actually held immense power and had the final say. Now, the position of minister of defense, while seemingly prestigious, was actually subject to the control of the cabinet and the military, making his actions inconvenient and far less smooth than when he was at the Counterterrorism Bureau.

What infuriated him most was that when the president announced the appointment, he stated directly that it was Rorschach's intention, speaking with such respect as if he were conveying a royal decree, completely disregarding the shocked expressions of the officials present!

President America actually obeyed the orders of terrorists and appointed people for key cabinet positions!
"What have you done to him?!" Jack finally exploded. "Is the White House now your puppet?!"

Rorschach smiled dismissively and said casually, "Well, many things are too complicated to explain. I'll just ask you one question—do you believe in [machines]?"

“What do you mean?” Jack frowned.

"That means all of America's political decisions are now being made according to the 'machine's' plan, including your promotion," Rorschach frankly stated.

After taking control of the White House, he simply let the "machine" take over completely, and Rorschach didn't care how well it would govern the country.

Upon hearing this, Jack flew into a rage and slammed his fist on a lamppost: "I knew it! It's all a conspiracy! Do you know that the southern states are plotting independence? The Elephant Party is already pushing for a referendum and openly advocating for the secession of the Union!"

"Oh, well..." Luo Xia awkwardly touched his nose.

He did indeed give the Machine instructions to split America, and the Machine did indeed implement a series of separatist policies through Underwood that were comparable to the OBM Immigration Act.

The North-South divide in the United States is now escalating, and armed conflict has even broken out, resulting in thousands of deaths.

"Don't look at me like that, Jack."

Luo Xia couldn't stand his glare any longer, so he calmly spread his hands and said, "This country is riddled with deep-seated problems and contradictions. I just think that it's better for everyone to govern separately. It's better to have a short pain than a long one."

"you"

Jack was so angry he was trembling. He turned and left without even saying goodbye.

Rorschach watched his retreating figure and raised his voice: "Hey, aren't you going to the wedding tomorrow?"

"Fuck you, Rorschach!" Jack raised his middle finger without turning around. "You just wait! I'll expose you in the Cabinet and crush your conspiracy! The Stars and Stripes will never fall, and you'll never be able to divide the United States!"

"OK, whatever you want."

Rorschach shrugged helplessly.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with his patriotic father-in-law; after all, for this man who had dedicated his life to the country, patriotism was a matter of course.

A slight smile appeared on Luo Xia's lips.

If Jack knew that the cabinet and the Pentagon had already been infiltrated and controlled by nanobots, he would probably be driven to despair and collapse.

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The next day.

A wedding, ten years in the making, was held as scheduled on a bright sunny morning.

With Rorschach's help, Harold nervously adjusted his bow tie as they walked down a path strewn with rose petals, past an archway adorned with flowers, and finally arrived at the altar, where he met the bride of his dreams.

Beside the bride, Ginny was holding Carrie's arm and winking at Rorschach.

Those bright eyes were filled with anticipation and shyness.

This silly girl naively thought she would soon have a wedding too.

Rorschach winked at her, and was about to go over and tease her when he caught a glimpse of Mia and Scarlett in the audience. He immediately coughed lightly and suppressed his smile.

The wedding was a grand affair, with a full house of distinguished guests.

Not only were all the members of Spectre present, but even Princess Mia was dressed up for the occasion.

At this moment, she was wearing an exquisitely tailored white dress and gazing at Luo Xia with tender affection.

As for Scarlett, as she often says, she's stuck with Rorschach for life and he has to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

"Oh dear, this is terrible."

Luo Xia sighed inwardly, then lowered his eyes and pretended not to see the burning gazes.

The pastor gave a solemn sermon, and the newlyweds exchanged vows. Brian, biting the ring box and wagging his tail, made his entrance.

The newlyweds exchanged rings and shared a passionate kiss. The entire process was completed smoothly, followed by thunderous applause.

Taking advantage of the chaos as the bridesmaids scrambled for the bouquet, Rorschach finally managed to slip away to a corner and have a drink with the Irish brothers.

"Keep an eye on her for me later, and make sure Scarlett doesn't lose her temper."

“Scarlett?” The Irish brothers looked puzzled. “Didn’t she already accept Ginny? Why is she suddenly jealous?”

"Uh, not Ginny, it's Mia."

Luo Xia lowered his voice and explained, "If she knew I had a princess lover, she would definitely pull out an AK47 and blast me into a sieve on the spot."

"Haha, I see! Don't worry, boss, we definitely will."

Before the words were even finished, the two lively brothers suddenly changed their expressions and tacitly stepped aside.

Rorschach turned around and saw Ginny, Scarlett, and Mia, each holding a bouquet of flowers, closing in on him menacingly!

"Sorry, buddy!" Harold raised his glass in a toast from a distance, gloating, "I specially prepared three bouquets to cure your womanizing ways!"

"Watfa?! You old bastard."

Luo Xia's expression changed drastically, and he took off running.

What a joke! He has no intention of stepping into the grave of marriage so soon!

However, he had only taken two steps when he was blocked by three beautiful figures.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Three bouquets came crashing down at once, and Rorschach only had time to let out a scream:
"Fuck—"

—The End
(End of this chapter)