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

Chapter 111 Killer 11 (asking for monthly ticket)
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Under the wooden frame, Rorschach grabbed the horizontal bar that was more than two meters high with one hand.

With one hand, I do what the military calls a hang pull-up, but it's basically a pull-up.

This action is a routine item in the physical fitness test in the military, and is also one of the hard indicators for selecting special forces soldiers.

Rorschach vaguely remembered that when the Screaming Eagles came for selection, being able to do three one-handed pull-ups would give them full marks on this test.

At that time, he was just barely meeting the standards.

And now-

"Forty! Huh."

After his physical fitness had been strengthened many times, even though his injuries had not yet healed, he could still easily complete more than thirty.

Rorschach had a suspicion that his relative strength and the tensile strength of his tendons had probably reached an inhuman level.

After forcibly pulling up the last one, Rorschach fell back to the ground somewhat exhausted.

He lowered his head and examined himself. His naked upper body looked like a tattered piece of clothing, with linen bandages wrapped around it for wounds.

And underneath this linen cloth, waves of tingling sensations continued to come.

This is a sign of rapid wound healing.

How long has it been since he was injured?

It hadn't even been three days, and the injuries that would have caused an ordinary person to either die from blood loss, suffer massive organ bleeding, or cause severe inflammation were almost healed.

Rorschach wiped the sweat from his face and his eyes involuntarily turned towards the north.

The moment of revenge is approaching step by step.

"Um"

Not far away, Wesley, who had just hurried back from home, saw this scene and suddenly ran over, jumping and trying to grab the wooden horizontal bar and do a set like Rorschach.

Seeing his adorable look as he tried his best but couldn't touch the crossbar, Rorschach smiled, bent down, and lifted him up.

"Hold it with both hands. No, don't do it like me, hold it with your left hand. Hold it tight."

Seeing that Wesley was holding on to the horizontal bar tightly, Rorschach carefully let go.

Wesley imitated Rorschach's movements, opened his mouth wide, screamed silently, and tried hard to pull his body up. But even though his face was almost twisted into a ball, he still fell down quickly.

"Hahaha, don't be too depressed, little guy. This move is still a little too difficult for you right now."

Rorschach pulled Wesley up, patted him on the butt, brushed off the dust, and sat down on the haystack.

He patted the seat next to him and motioned for the little boy to sit down.

"You're going to school tomorrow. Are you scared?" Rorschach looked at him and asked softly.

Wesley didn't answer immediately. He first lowered his head and looked at his fists that were already bruised from the two days of vacation. Then he raised his head, looked at Rorschach firmly, and shook his head frantically.

"Hahaha, now that's what a man should be like."

Rorschach laughed, and they both fell backwards into the soft hay.

The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the wooden shed, casting warm spots of light on them.

"You know what, Wesley."

Rorschach patted the boy's head gently and looked at the wooden roof.

“Actually, I’m not the good person you think I am.”

As if on a whim, he suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, and slowly began to speak, "Have you seen the news? I was responsible for the Chicago prison bombing four days ago. Although hundreds of people who deserved to die died, many innocent people also died."

"But honestly, son, I have no regrets. This is a war, not a game, and there will be no bloodless victory."

"If in the future, their parents, children, friends, and partners come seeking revenge against me, I will take them on one by one."

"It's cruel, but this is my choice."

Wesley turned his head and looked at Rorschach beside him, blinking his confused eyes, as if he could not understand the deep meaning of the other party's words.

"If I survive in the future, I will leave you some money. It's probably less than one million dollars. Although it's not much, it's my last fortune. I've hidden it in a place only I can find it."

"Then you can use this money to go to college, meet a girlfriend, get married. Oh, and you can also use it for surgery. I heard that for children your age, there's a chance that surgery can cure deafness."

"In this case, the money may not be enough. But it doesn't matter. As long as I can survive, I will squeeze more money out of those criminals and give it to you."

Listening to Rorschach's rare gentle words, Wesley seemed to have a vague guess in his heart, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

"I have to leave early tomorrow morning, son."

Rorschach looked down at the boy who was clutching his arm tightly, and said with a somewhat bitter smile:

"Damn it, if it were possible, I really want to take you away with me. But I really can't do it. Although your stepfather may be a jerk, you have a mother who loves you deeply. And right now, I'm not suitable to take anyone on the road with me."

Wesley pursed his lips and stared at Rorschach without saying a word, his eyes full of sadness and reluctance.

"Hold back your tears! Stop being a sniveling sissy!"

Rorschach suddenly shouted, "Remember, a real man only cries after everything is over." He squeezed the boy's shoulders tightly and said, "You must study hard in the future, get into a good university, and chase the girl you like. One day in the future, when you see your wife and children playing in the yard, holding an ice-cold beer in your hand, and recalling the hardships you have endured, and the days you have endured with gritted teeth..."

"Only then will you have the right to cry as a man!"

Wesley's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to suppress the urge to cry, nodding vigorously at Rorschach.

Rorschach smiled with relief, his eyes suddenly falling on the boy's bulging schoolbag.

A few pieces of unthawed steak were exposed in the gap of the zipper that was not closed tightly.

"If I stay any longer, your mom will call the police and report the house being burglarized. Hahahaha."

Rorschach rubbed the boy's head and whistled outside.

The next second, Brian came running out of the woods, pounced on the haystack happily, and licked their faces passionately with his wet tongue.

"Chop some wood and build a grill! We're having a barbecue party tonight!"

"Wang Wang-"

After Rorschach finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something and looked at the smiling Wesley. He coughed lightly and said, "Hey, little tough guy, can you go home again, steal a case of beer and bring back two boxes of cigarettes?"

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Half an hour later.

In an abandoned sawmill deep in the woods.

A barbecue party with only one person, one child and a dog is going on lively.

Rorschach cut the steak into small pieces with a dagger and spread them on the wire mesh removed from the broken window.

As for the simple grill, what was piled under it was not coal but pieces of chopped wood.

At this time, Rorschach was holding a beer bottle in his left hand, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, and skillfully flipping the sizzling beef with a dagger in his right hand.

Although it was just the cheapest steak made of minced meat in the supermarket, it was a rare delicacy for Rorschach, who had been eating breadcrumbs and fried chicken nuggets for several days.

Wesley cherished the time before their separation so much that he no longer practiced the fighting skills taught by Rorschach on wood as usual.

He was riding on Brian, holding Brian's big head tightly with both hands, and at the same time tilting his face to the side, his eyes were reluctant to move away from Rorschach for a moment, as if he wanted to carve this man deeply into his heart.

"Cut the beef into half finger-sized pieces, grill it from the side first. Once it's golden brown, press it down with a spatula to release some of the fat. This way, the beef will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fantastic texture."

While grilling the meat, Rorschach patiently taught the little guy how to roast beef.

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly looked at Wesley and said seriously, "One more thing. In a family gathering, only the head of the household can use the barbecue grill. Remember, if your daughter gets married and that new guy dares to touch the barbecue grill in front of you, he's challenging your authority as the head of the household. Don't show mercy, just punch him!"

When Wesley heard this, he immediately grinned and let out a "ho ho" laugh.

These life lessons that should have been taught by his father were now naturally passed on to him by Rorschach.

"Okay, come and try it."

Rorschach stabbed a piece of nearly roasted beef with his dagger and handed it to him.

However, Wesley did not rush to open his mouth, but pointed at Brian, who was sticking out his tongue and drooling.

"OK Brian must be more grateful than me to have met you here."

Rorschach smiled and tossed the piece of meat to Brian.

The little guy swallowed it in one gulp without even chewing it twice, and then happily wagged his furry tail like a broom.

But just as Rorschach was about to thrust another piece of flesh, Wesley suddenly tugged at his trouser leg.

Looking down, he saw the boy open his palm and handed it to him. Inside was a handmade letter bracelet and a neatly folded piece of paper next to it.

"Is this for me?"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows, picked up the bracelet, and when he saw the letters on the beads clearly, his Adam's apple rolled.

After unfolding the note, he was silent for a moment, then a sincere smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is the best gift I have ever received."

Wesley blushed and scratched his head, smiling shyly and contentedly.

The crackling of burning wood, the sizzling of beef, occasional bursts of laughter and barking of dogs all mixed together, and time passed quickly.

When the curfew at home was about to start, Wesley waved to Rorschach, put on his backpack and was about to leave, looking back every three steps.

He drank his first beer today.

At the same time, I felt the warmth of "father" for the first time.

The past few days have been like a bonfire that suddenly lit up in the dark night of his life.

Warm and full of hope.

It’s a pity that the bonfire will go out sooner or later.

Tomorrow morning, Rorschach and Brian will leave.
Thinking of this, the boy's originally happy steps became heavy. He lowered his head and walked towards home step by step.

Suddenly, a pair of feet wearing cowboy leather boots blocked his way.

(End of this chapter)