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Chapter 10 From this moment on, we are brothers

Perhaps behind every legend lies an unknown and sad past.

Gus was certainly not a legend, but in the Chicago underworld, his name was enough to strike fear into the hearts of countless people.

His story, like the deepest shadow in this city, is secretive and heavy, little known, yet breathtakingly real.

Twenty years ago, Chicago's drug market was firmly controlled by a group of Mexicans who called themselves the Salamanca Family and had a safe channel directly to Mexico.

With cheap drugs and hundreds of ruthless gunmen, they almost monopolized 90% of the market in Chicago and were unrivaled.

But one day, a black man in a suit and tie appeared and changed everything.

This black man and his best brother embarked on a journey to Mexico to visit the Salamanca family's boss, a super drug lord who controlled nearly 30% of the drug sources in North America.

Two people go out, one person returns.

No one knew what he went through in Mexico, but when he returned to Chicago alone, he had a secret supply channel and tons of cheap drugs in his hands.

In just a few years, this black man tore a large piece of meat from the Salamanca family's monopoly and single-handedly rewrote the underground landscape of Chicago.

Now, his popularity has even surpassed that of the Salamanca family!

His name is Gus Fring.

Outsiders may not know this, but Rorschach, who joined the Gus Group since his student days and was once valued by Gus, knows a little-known secret.

That year in Mexico, members of the Salamanca family were also present.

They laughed at Gus for overestimating his own abilities and even shot his best brother in front of him.

However, perhaps out of interests, or to check and balance the Salamanca family, the Mexican tycoon handed over the shipping channel to Gus after giving him enough prestige.

From that day on, Chicago had an underground emperor, and the Salamanca family had a mortal enemy!

Rorschach never expected a drug trafficking family without any bottom line to help him, but he knew that if Gus played with fire and got burned one day, the Salamanca family would definitely be the first to rush forward to add fuel to the fire and increase wages.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, Rorschach already had an idea in his mind. He had to find a way to provoke a conflict between the two forces as soon as possible, preferably to the point of a street gunfight.

The Salamanca family could constantly train gunmen from among the Mexican illegal immigrants, but Gus didn't have that ability. Once things got out of hand, at least half of the gunmen guarding the children in the factory would be transferred away.

At that time, Rorschach will be able to rescue the trapped children with minimal risk.

But time must be fast. If it is delayed too long, Gus may send all the people to New York before the plan is implemented.

"Connor, Murphy."

Rorschach looked at the idealistic Irish brothers in front of him, who, though not close friends, always called themselves his younger brothers. "I have something else I'd like to ask of you. For the next few days, secretly monitor that dry cleaning factory for me, recording the number of people entering and leaving each day. Let me know if anything unexpected happens."

As he spoke, he prepared to stand up and give them another two thousand dollars. If Gus found out about what they were doing, they would definitely be silenced. The risk was too great.

Rorschach felt really bad if he didn't give them more money.

But before he could stand up, the two brothers hurried over to stop him. Their tone was exactly the same, and they both firmly refused the money.

"Who do you take us for? Boss Rorschach? Are we the kind of people who are greedy for money and afraid of death?"

"That's right, Boss. Ever since we beat up the English guy in the bar together, we've considered you a brother."

"And Fight Club, you actually gave the important task of opening and closing the door to us brothers. You trust us so much, we should do something for you."

"."

Looking at the two brothers' serious expressions, Rorschach felt a little embarrassed.

He created the fight club simply to find a place to practice boxing and martial arts. He just plagiarized a few lines from Brad Pitt's movie, but he didn't expect these guys to actually treat it as the Bible.

But then again, it seems the easiest way to make friends with the Irish is to join them in beating up the British. "Okay."

Rorschach didn't refuse their kindness. Touched, he put his arm around their shoulders and said with a smile, "From this moment on, we're brothers. Remember, if you encounter any emergencies while stalking, don't be impulsive. Be sure to notify me first and I'll make the arrangements. After we defeat Gus, we'll go to the British pub to celebrate and beat up some Brits!"

After saying that, he extended his palm towards the two of them.

Connor and Murphy looked at each other, then excitedly high-fived Rorschach!

"I'm going to beat up those British guys!"

"I'm going with a gun! Forget it, I'll just take a wrench. Just in case I need to fix the British guys' rotten teeth!"

"Hahaha"

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The next day, Chicago Police Department.

Rorschach sat behind his desk and rubbed his temples with a headache.

Last night, he and his Irish brothers drank several cases of beer and five or six bottles of whiskey. If Connor hadn't insisted on showing off his cooking skills and successfully made Rorschach vomit up the contents of his stomach with a pot of fishy stew, he might still be drunk at home.

However, that pot of fish stew also made him understand one thing: although the Irish hate the British from the bottom of their hearts and do not identify with their British ancestry, the food on both sides is equally disgusting and unpalatable!

"boom!"

A heavy white plastic bag was suddenly thrown onto his desk.

Ginny looked at Rorschach, who looked unhappy, curled her lips and said disdainfully, "Here, this is the breakfast I brought you: five boxes of fried dumplings and three boxes of donuts. Just eat them! You'll get diabetes and fatty liver sooner or later!"

Rorschach looked at the steaming breakfast in front of him in surprise, and his gaze involuntarily turned to Ginny, who had her hands on her hips and a proud look on her face.

After a while, he raised a finger and said, "First of all, I have to remind you that poisoning is a serious crime, especially when the target is a police officer."

"Secondly..."

Rorschach picked up the box of fried dumplings and pointed at the words on it that were either circles or lines. "I wanted fried dumplings from a Chinese restaurant, but you brought me dumplings from a Korean restaurant! I'm telling you, this is worse than poison!"

"Eat it or not, if it weren't for..."

Ginny suddenly swallowed her words in the middle of her sentence. She looked at Rorschach deeply, raised her head, snorted softly, and turned away.

Rorschach looked at her back and gritted his teeth in confusion.

During the few days of partnering with her, the little girl was either chasing after his police car or being "educated" by him in various ways.

Anyone else would have reported him to their superiors and asked for a replacement partner. But Ginny not only stayed, but was even kind enough to bring him breakfast...

Rorschach suddenly thought of something and his eyes became strange.

This little girl doesn't have any unknown special hobbies, right?
Oh no, then his "torture" of her these days is exactly what she wants.

Rorschach shook his head speechlessly. These rich second-generations really knew how to have fun.

As he sighed, he picked up a fried dumpling from the box and put it into his mouth.

After taking two bites, his face changed and he suddenly lowered his head and spat everything in his mouth into the trash can at his feet.

"Fuck, it's stuffed with kimchi!"

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