North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 108: Men and Boys (asking for monthly tickets)
"Um"

In the abandoned factory, Rorschach held onto the mottled wall and moved forward step by step with difficulty.

He counted carefully and found that although a lot of shrapnel had been removed, there were still at least four deeply embedded metal fragments that were about to penetrate into the internal organs.

If you don't take these out, don't expect to recover quickly even with the physical bonus of [Eye of Judgment].

Time is what he lacks most now.

Rorschach still hasn't figured out how the enemy accurately locates his position.

But since he was able to locate it once, there would definitely be a second and third time. Even though he relied on the [Stealth Master] to avoid all surveillance, he still didn't dare to relax at all.

We must treat the wound as soon as possible and leave here.

"call"

Rorschach exhaled a breath of foul air, his teeth clenched so hard that they ached.

My legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and my head was dizzy. It was obvious that an inflammatory reaction had occurred.

However, when he thought about the several consecutive battles he had experienced in the morning, Rorschach secretly felt lucky that he had really saved his life.

The close-range helicopter explosion didn't even kill him. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been blown into dozens of pieces!

Now, he had to get the toolbox from the pickup truck.

Brian is a smart guy in dangerous situations, but he is very stupid at other times.

I asked it to get the toolbox, but it couldn't bring back the right item after several trips.

I don't know where he has gone now.

The distance, which was only a dozen seconds long, took the seriously injured body five minutes to move.

Mr. Logan's pickup truck was parked quietly at the factory gate.

Rorschach leaned against the car door, searching for tools, when he suddenly heard Brian's cheerful barking from outside the wall, mixed with a slight "uh uh" sound, like a whimper with someone strangled by the throat.

He carried the toolbox carefully to the wall and looked over.

He saw the boy he had scolded before throwing chicken nuggets in the air. Every time Brian threw one, he would jump up and catch it with his tail wagging.

The boy's face was full of smiles, as if he was playing a game.

At this time, Rorschach also noticed that the other party had a hearing aid hanging on his ear, and the sound coming out of the boy's mouth
Are you deaf and dumb?

Rorschach's heart sank.

This damn world is always cruel to good people.

Wesley, who was playing, suddenly noticed Rorschach in the corner, and his smile froze instantly.

He made a few panicked gestures, finally gave up communicating, turned around and ran away, his small back filled with fear.

Rorschach sighed and called back Brian who was reluctant to leave.

At this time, a "ho ho" sound came from behind - the boy came back, took out a compacted plastic bag from his pocket, put it gently on the ground, and ran away quickly.

Inside the bag was flattened rice, breadcrumbs, and fried chicken nuggets.

Rorschach stared at this simple act of kindness, remained silent for a long time, and finally cursed softly:
"Hold!!!"

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night.

Rorschach lay on his side on the torn mattress, and with the help of the moonlight outside the window, he carefully explored the wound on his waist with the screwdriver in his hand.

He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Three blood-stained shrapnel lay quietly on the ground beside him, and the last piece of metal fragment was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, and refused to show up easily.

Finally, when the tip of the knife finally touched the stubborn shrapnel, a hint of cruelty flashed in Rorschach's eyes.

He exerted force suddenly and forcibly stirred out the shrapnel.

jingle——

The metal shrapnel hit the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

"Fake!!!"

Rorschach cursed, suppressing his voice to the utmost.

He quickly grabbed the green foamy liquid in the iron basin and roughly smeared it on the wound, then wrapped a piece of boiled linen found in the garbage dump tightly around his waist.

It was a boiling liquid he made with pine needles and pine resin, which contained the bactericidal ingredient terpinene. Although its bactericidal effect might be only half that of alcohol, it was the best disinfectant alternative in the current scenario.

As for such an extreme method as burning the wound with gunpowder, he would never try it unless it was absolutely necessary.

After cleaning all the wounds, Rorschach finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With his extraordinary recovery ability, his combat power can be restored to 70% to 80% within a few days.

Lighting a cigarette, Rorschach looked at Brian, who was licking the plastic bag, and said helplessly, "Are you that hungry, buddy? At least half of it is shared with you."

"Wang Wang Wang"

Brian said a few perfunctory words without even looking up, and no one knew what he was saying.

Rorschach smacked his lips, his thoughts drifting to the boy with the hearing aid.

The pursuers could arrive at any time, and he really didn't want to implicate this already unfortunate child.

But now, in order to quickly recover his strength, he has to rely on the other party's help.

If a stranger like him appeared here several times, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the residents, and he couldn't let Brian go out and steal some food and drinks.

Although Brian is smart, he is not that smart.

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, Rorschach swallowed unconsciously.

No matter how he looked at the moon now, it looked like a bun.

Time flies by.

At noon the next day, Wesley got off the school bus as usual, completely oblivious to the laughter that echoed from behind him. Perhaps he had gotten used to it, so used to it that he had become numb to the malice of those around him.

But... except that man.

When Wesley thought of the man covered in blood yesterday, he felt scared but also a little excited.

He has no friends, and what he looks forward to most now is playing with the big silver-white dog.

He ran quickly towards home. His father would not be home for lunch today, so he could bring some extra food for his "new friend".

"Wang!"

A familiar dog bark suddenly sounded.

Wesley looked in the direction of the sound and saw Brian sticking out his tongue at him in the woods not far away.

Before he could get close, the silver-white figure nimbly slipped into the woods.

Seeing this, Wesley hurriedly chased after him. After twisting and turning in the bushes, he came to an abandoned sawmill.

The big white dog that he had been thinking about was squatting under the wooden shed, wagging its tail happily.

Just as Wesley was about to step forward, a sturdy figure wrapped in bandages suddenly emerged from the shadows.

When he saw the other person, the boy was frightened, his neck shrank, he took a few steps back and was about to run away.

"and many more!"

Rorschach hurriedly called out to him.

Seeing the boy looking back in panic, he tried to force out a kind smile: "Hello, you can call me Rorschach, uh."

Rorschach had prepared a lot of opening remarks, but he choked as soon as he started speaking.

He suddenly remembered that the other person was deaf-mute and couldn't call out his name at all.

"Anyway"

Rorschach shrugged awkwardly. "Thank you for bathing Brian yesterday, and thank you for bandaging my wound, even though your skills were a little rough, hahahaha."

Hearing this, Wesley's expression suddenly changed and he tilted his head in surprise.

He originally thought that the other party would teach him a lesson for not listening to him, but he didn't expect that he would actually thank him.

"This is the place I came out to find last night. It's much more hidden than that factory. If you want to play with Brian in the future, just shout outside. Fuck!"

Rorschach suddenly wanted to raise his hand and slap himself. He felt that the high fever must have made him dizzy. Why did he say such nonsense when he opened his mouth?

However, the boy didn't seem to care about any of this.

After listening to Rorschach's words, he smiled and made a series of gestures excitedly.

Rorschach and Brian looked at each other blankly, not understanding what it meant at all.

When Wesley saw this, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes and his head drooped.

But soon, after hearing Brian's cry, he became happy again, hugged Brian's head with a smile, and rolled on the ground.

Luo Xia looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Just like he said before, even if he was framed and hunted, he still felt that he was lucky.

I am so lucky that even in desperate situations, I can still receive kind help from strangers.

"Can you tell me your name?" Rorschach asked the boy riding on Brian.

After hearing this, the boy was stunned for a moment, then he took out a notebook and pen from the schoolbag behind him, wrote a few words quickly, then trotted to Rorschach and handed him the notebook.

"Wesley?"

Rorschach looked at the neat letters on the notebook and praised with a smile: "This means courage in Old English. It's a good name."

It was the first time Wesley heard this kind of explanation. He blinked, as if he thought of something, and felt a little depressed. He nodded and turned around to continue playing with Brian.

At this time, Rorschach also saw the sticky, snot-like substance behind the boy's head, and the footprints on his butt and back.

He frowned slightly. Has this little guy been bullied by his classmates?

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Deep inside an abandoned Victorian building in Lower Manhattan, New York.

The library storage room, which had been covered in dust for many years, exuded the smell of mold and the odor of running electronic equipment.

A short, bespectacled middle-aged man sat quietly in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on the images on the screen.

Rorschach, Rorschach, Rorschach.
The male protagonist in every scene is Rorschach.

At the trial, he stood in the dock and loudly criticized the filth of the world.

In Fox River Prison, covered in blood, he fought his way through the long and narrow corridor.

In the hidden footage taken in the cellar of Dad's manor, the pinhole camera recorded his angry face.

The most bizarre thing is that there is also F15 surveillance video on the screen, which only the military may have, and Rorschach's crazy smile is clearly visible in the picture.

The man sometimes frowned and sometimes rubbed his temples, as if he was worried about something very important.

But not long after, he took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

He opened the command bar of the computer system and entered a string of code into it.

Immediately afterwards, the system suddenly popped up a line of words that seemed to be filled with emotion: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

Harold nodded heavily, his eyes revealing a hint of determination behind his glasses.

"From this moment on, erase all traces of electronic messages related to Rorschach Butcher!"

"He deserves to be saved!"

(End of this chapter)