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

Chapter 112 The Most Precious Gift (asking for monthly tickets)
"Fuck! Do you know how much trouble I put into finding this damn place?!"

The killer dressed in cowboy clothes grabbed Wesley's neck with one hand, lifted him up in the air, and walked deep into the woods while cursing.

"The damn [machine] had to go on strike at this most critical moment. Damn Jack, you still want to call me back."

"Every one of these guys is a stumbling block to my promotion to Agent Ten, but it doesn't matter. I'm here anyway."

He glared down at the boy who was struggling in his hands and said harshly, "It's late at night, and a ten-year-old boy doesn't go home obediently, but instead goes into the woods. Could there be something shameful in these woods?"

Wesley froze, staring in horror at the face hidden in the shadows before him.

"Haha. Don't be afraid."

The man sneered, "It's not you, it's that stupid dog. That damn couple's car is gone, and even their sheepdog of three years is missing."

"But guess what, this dog suddenly appeared in the town during the day. Silver-haired shepherd dogs are very rare."

"I can only say that this Rorschach is a foolish egomaniac. It's hard to imagine how such an idiot managed to evade the Machine's surveillance."

Wesley was stunned when he heard this. Although he didn't know who the other person was, from what the man said, he must be Rorschach's enemy.

Recalling the first time he saw Rorschach, he was covered in blood. Wesley's heart tightened and he struggled even more violently, making a hoarse and dull sound.
However, the disability he was born with prevented him from making any effective sound.

"Just be a good mute, little devil."

Killer 11 carried him lightly but quickly towards the wooden shed deep inside. He had been lying in ambush for most of the day and determined the opponent's position based on the position of the fireworks.

Before long, an abandoned forest filled with broken wood and garbage appeared in front of us.

He threw Wesley to the ground, reached for his waist, and a revolver suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Giving you a chance to live"

Killer 11 raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel smile. "Now, walk over to that wooden shed and pat the wooden pillars outside, or make some noise to lure them to the door."

"If you can do it, I'll let you go. If you dare to play tricks..."

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the boy's forehead. "Believe me, I will definitely shoot faster than that man can come out to save you!"

Wesley felt the strong murderous intent from the man in front of him, and his body trembled constantly.

After a moment's silence, he nodded slightly.

Then he turned around and walked towards the wooden shed step by step.

He had been to this place countless times in the past few days, but his steps had never been as heavy as they were now.

Killer 11 looked at the boy's back, his vigilance raised to the highest level.

He had already tightly grasped the two revolvers at his waist. As soon as the target appeared, he would empty all the bullets in the first place!

Soon, Wesley was standing not far from the wooden shed.

He trembled as he looked at the dark door in front of him, his chest heaving violently.

The air around him was filled with the aroma of burnt barbecue and the familiar, reassuring smell of tobacco.

The boy suddenly straightened his back, and a force stronger than fear broke through the shackles of his vocal cords.

He opened his mouth as wide as possible and shouted the first words in his life:

"Dad! Run!!!"

Behind him, the killer's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face was instantly distorted by rage.

"You are seeking death by riding a horse!!!"

boom--!
He raised the gun without hesitation, and the bullet flew out, hitting the boy's head!

suddenly!

A silver light shot out from the woods!

He knocked the revolver bullet he fired into the air away with incredible precision!
"Wortfalk?!"

Killer 11 didn't have time to be shocked before his body reacted instinctively.

He did a tactical roll, and the two guns rotated twice in his palms, pouring bullets madly into the darkness!

“Bang bang bang bang bang—!”

The intense gunfire lit up the entire forest, making it dim and bright.

Strings of sparks suddenly exploded in the darkness like fireworks.

Accompanied by the barking of a dog, a man holding an axe slowly walked out of the shadows.

The killer was so shocked that his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes had involuntarily widened to their maximum!
Every one of his bullets was blocked by this man with a broken axe?!
Killer 11 was startled for a moment, then quickly fired the last bullet from his revolver at the man's head, but unfortunately this bullet had the same fate as any previous one.

"boom!!!"

A spark exploded, and Rorschach raised his axe and cleanly chopped off the bullet that was heading towards his head!

"You...you...are you a human or a ghost?!"

The emotion of fear spread across Killer 11's face like a tide. Even Agent No. 10 in the bureau could not have done such an incredible thing!

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Jack wanted to call them back.
"It doesn't matter what it is."

Rorschach looked at the guy expressionlessly. When the other party had just ambushed outside the woods, he had already known of his existence through Brian's warning.

He had just followed Wesley all the way and thought there would be more enemies, but unexpectedly there was only one enemy.

Rorschach first nodded to Wesley not far away, gave him a reassuring look, and then turned his gaze suddenly coldly to the killer in front of him.

"What's important is what happens next."

He slowly approached forward, swinging the axe, while Killer 11, who had quickly reloaded his bullets, continued to pull the trigger at him.

But with the help of his Hundred Weapons Exercise skills, Rorschach could easily block or even split every bullet fired by the opponent!
"I will first chop off all your hands and feet, and then I will chop that dirty hand of yours that dared to touch that child into a hundred pieces!"

The killer watched Rorschach getting closer and closer to him, and each of his attacks seemed so pale and powerless. He cursed in fear and turned around to run outside.

A cold light flashed——

One of the killer's legs was chopped in half at the knee by the flying axe!
"Ahhhh!!!"

He fell to the ground suddenly, holding his broken leg and wailing in pain.

But soon, a tall shadow blocked his way.

Just as Killer 11 was trembling and about to beg for mercy, Rorschach suddenly turned his head to look at Wesley, and a smile appeared on his face: "Go home quickly, your mother will be worried if you don't go back."

Wesley swallowed, as if he knew what was going to happen next. He nodded heavily, smiled at Rorschach, and then ran quickly towards home.

Brian followed beside him, escorting the little guy all the way.

After the boy disappeared, Rorschach pulled out the axe that had been buried in the dirt.

He stepped on the killer's hand that had just held Wesley, and stared into his frightened eyes expressionlessly.

"Remember to count in your mind how many more times you can yell!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

In the woods late at night, screams suddenly rang out.

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early morning.

A yellow school bus, spewing exhaust fumes, stopped at the school gate.

After Wesley got off the bus with his schoolbag, he involuntarily turned his head to look into the distance behind him.

He went to the sawmill again early this morning, but apart from a body hanging there that could still be considered a corpse, there was no sign of Rorschach and Brian.

Amidst waves of intense loss, Wesley walked into the campus with his head lowered.

"Hey! What are you looking at, mute?"

A familiar sneer came from behind.

Three boys, a head taller than him, were surrounding him, pushing and shoving him, which had become a regular occurrence.

Even the teacher at the school gate pretended not to see it and deliberately turned his body aside.

But this time, Wesley slowly put down his schoolbag.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the three people in front of him without fear.

"Damn it, are you glaring at me?!"

A boy saw this and was stunned for a moment before suddenly becoming angry and embarrassed.

He angrily stood in front of Wesley, pointed at his nose and was about to curse.

boom!
Wesley suddenly took action!
He grabbed the man's collar and pulled him down hard, and his forehead hit Tom's nose hard!
At the moment when blood splattered, he bent his knee and hit the opponent's groin. When the opponent bent over and screamed, he hit him in the face with another knee.

The other two boys wanted to come up to help, but Wesley had already rushed out.

He was like an angry bull, he pounced on the other person, grabbed him by the waist and threw him heavily to the ground, then stood up and gave the boy a "football kick" on the head!
“Ah ...

Wesley roared like a wild animal, and the sound scared even himself.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the thing that had been bothering him was so vulnerable!
The fear and inferiority that once weighed on his heart like a mountain collapsed in an instant.

Something called courage was growing wildly in his body, growing like weeds.

This was the gift Rorschach left him, and the only thing he could leave to Wesley.

This courage will accompany Wesley throughout his life, giving him the courage to face all difficulties and challenges in life.

Off to the side, the only child still standing there stared blankly at Wesley, who was completely different from before.

He looked at his two companions who were rolling on the ground in pain, his nose felt sore, he sat down on the ground, and started crying in fear.
When the teacher at the school gate saw this, he immediately frowned and raised his blackboard stick to teach Wesley a lesson for daring to fight.

His eyes were full of disgust, as if Wesley was an unforgivable bad boy.

But the next second, a strange voice sounded from behind him.

Turning around, I saw a man leaning against a pickup truck looking at me.

"Are you a teacher at this school?"

"Yes, who are you? A student's parent?"

Rorschach smiled, flexing his wrists and slowly approaching.

“Yes, I am a student’s parent.”

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In the car.

Rorschach carefully wiped the blood off his hands with a tissue, especially wiping the bracelet on his wrist with the word "Daddy" engraved on it.

He rubbed Brian's head, then started the car, stepped on the accelerator and prepared to leave the town.

Through the rearview mirror, he could vaguely see Wesley running towards him. The small figure looked so persistent in the sunlight.

But Rorschach didn't stop. He sighed softly and just stretched out his hand and waved at the boy behind him.

In the morning breeze, a piece of paper hanging on the rearview mirror swayed in the wind.

Above the note, a line of neat English words was written in pen:
"No matter what others say, you're my hero."

(End of this chapter)