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

Chapter 114 The So-called [Machine] (asking for monthly tickets)
"Brasse R93, manufactured in Germany."

"A high-precision tactical sniper rifle that can fire a variety of rifle bullets of different calibers depending on the needs, including .233 Remington, .308 Winchester, and .300 Magnum."

"Of course, the most interesting thing is that compared to traditional bolt-action rifles, this gun uses a straight-pull action shooting method. It is not only flexible in operation, but also capable of continuous shooting!"

"The gun is 1130mm long, weighs 5.4kg empty, has a muzzle velocity of 1008m/s, and an effective range of 1200m."

"Nickname—European Sniper King."

late at night.

The rooftop of the bar.

On a table several meters long, various guns and ammunition are neatly arranged.

Philip was holding a large-caliber German-made sniper rifle and explaining it to Rorschach with excitement on his face.

"Of course, there's more to a meal than just this one."

Philip put down the sniper rifle and picked up a shotgun from the table. "Remington 870, magazine capacity 7+1 rounds, effective range 40 meters, uses 12-gauge shotgun shells."

He pulled down the bolt, and a crisp sound of loading the gun was heard instantly.

"The god of pump-action shotguns, and your favorite, too."

As he spoke, he tossed the gun to Rorschach and said with emotion, "Thinking back to the Battle of Kandahar, you used this Remington 870 to lead your brothers through the street fighting, defeating the TL squad and successfully rescuing the besieged 75th Ranger Regiment."

Rorschach smiled and said nothing, but stuffed the gun and several boxes of bullets into the gun bag.

"As for the assault rifle, there's not much to say. I've got two of the HK416s you used most successfully back then."

Philip carefully helped put the guns, which emitted a cold glow in the moonlight, into the gun bag.

Of course, in addition to guns, tactical jumping knives are also essential equipment.

Two micro-technical HALO tactical straight jumping knives were firmly inserted into Rorschach's waist.

As for bulletproof vests, Rorschach did not choose one with ceramic plates, but instead chose a lightweight PASGT bulletproof vest made mainly of Kevlar fiber.

"Honestly."

Rorschach pulled the bolt of his pistol and asked Philip with a teasing smile, "Are you planning a terrorist attack? There are so many guns hidden in this bar, and don't tell me you have a license for every gun."

Philip chuckled, smacking his lips and sighing, "After retiring, most of you went to the Naval Academy or the Federal College, and after graduation you either became police officers or did something else. I was unlucky. I inherited millions of dollars and can only open a bar and do some small business. Since I can't enjoy the thrill of shooting and killing enemies on the battlefield, why not collect some of our favorite guns back then?"

"Hahaha, screw you, you lucky bastard."

Rorschach smiled and waved at him, then picked up the sniper rifle on the table, simply adjusted the scope, and loaded it directly.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop and held the sniper rifle steadily on his chest with both hands.

"Watfa? Don't tell me you're going to test the gun here?!"

Philip stared with wide eyes at Rorschach who was putting his eyes behind the magnifying glass.

"Don't worry, it's silenced. The nearest patrol officer is several blocks away, so they won't be able to hear it..."

Rorschach held his breath and scanned the street nearly a thousand meters away through the magnifying glass.

Soon, he locked onto the target.

Three thugs wearing turbans and holding guns were beating up a man who was out for fun with his girlfriend.

The man stood in front of his girlfriend and tried his best to protect her from the gangsters.

However, when faced with her boyfriend being beaten, the woman could only scream and would not even call the police.

But at least she didn't run away.

Rorschach curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and the crosshairs of his gun were firmly locked on the target.

The next second—

"Oh!"

With a dull gunshot, a gangster's foot exploded instantly!

Blood suddenly splattered on the faces of the people around!

“F--k!!!”

The black man fell to the ground, holding the half of his foot that was left, screaming in pain.

His two companions suddenly panicked and looked around with their guns raised, but they couldn't even find the shadow of the target.

But Rorschach would not give them a chance to breathe. He quickly pulled the bolt and fired two more shots in a row!

The other two gangsters who were looking around in horror also had their feet blown in half by large-caliber bullets!
"Philip..."

Rorschach put down the sniper rifle and shook his head helplessly. "Not only is the trajectory off to the left, but the barrel is also quite worn. When you have time, you should take some time to take good care of these treasures. Don't waste all your energy on women's bellies!"

Philip didn't say anything. He looked at the screams faintly coming from the distance, then turned his gaze to Rorschach.

At this moment, the man in front of him was stuffing all his weapons and ammunition into his gun bag with an expressionless face.

The bar owner couldn't help swallowing.

He suddenly felt that the captain of the Screaming Eagle who had been so majestic on the battlefield seemed to have disappeared.

Today, Rorschach is more like a cold-blooded killer.

It didn't take long.

Outside the back door of the bar.

Rorschach, with a bulging gun bag slung over his shoulder, squatted down and rubbed Brian's head hard with his big hands.

"Stay here and be happy. I'll be back to pick you up in two days at most."

"Woo——"

Brian let out a low whimper, his head gently resting against Rorschach's chin, his eyes filled with an anthropomorphic look of loss.

In the past few days, it first lost the Logans who raised it with great care, and now, its new owner, whom it had just recognized, is about to leave it again.

"Don't worry, Rorschach, I will take good care of Brian."

"I'll be at ease if you do the job."

Rorschach nodded slightly to Philip, patted Brian on the head, then stood up and walked out of the alley.

Behind him, Brian lay on the ground in frustration, his chin pressed tightly to the ground, staring longingly at Rorschach's retreating figure. Philip, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, also stared blankly in the direction Rorschach disappeared.

It was not until the ash was about to burn his lips that he suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at the depressed sheepdog at his feet, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Rorschach can come back, Brian?"

"Wang Wang-"

Brian raised his head and shouted twice.

When Philip heard this, he immediately grinned and clapped his hands!

"Hahaha, what a coincidence, I think so too!"

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Suburbs.

Rorschach randomly found a somewhat shabby motel.

Even though he might be wanted nationwide at this moment, he still did not choose to live in the wild, or in an abandoned park or unfinished building.

It’s not that he was worried about catching a cold or meeting too many homeless people, it’s simply because most motels in the United States are anonymous and you can check in by writing any name.

However, there is one thing that is quite strange.

Since leaving the Gary Mountains, he has not encountered any pursuers along the way except for the killer No. 11.

It was as if the federal agencies' means of locating him had suddenly become ineffective.

After entering a room with yellow-stained sheets, Rorschach was about to close the door when his hand on the door handle suddenly stopped.

In front, on the first floor parking lot.

A short middle-aged man with glasses and a cane was standing next to a Bentley, staring at him with "affectionate" eyes.

Rorschach frowned, then slowly raised his left hand and raised his middle finger towards the other party...

"Fuck, you think I'm a man or a woman? What a bullshit look, you perverted rich guy."

He shook his head, closed the door and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

But not long after, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

Listening to the sound of the cane and the knock on the door, Rorschach, who had just taken off his shirt, sighed helplessly.

He picked up a fruit knife from the table and prepared to open the door to teach the rich man a lesson.

But the man with glasses seemed to know Rorschach's temper very well. As soon as the door opened, he couldn't wait to see Rorschach and shouted, "Mr. Butcher, I'm here to help you. I don't mean to endanger your safety."

hum-

The fruit knife stopped in mid-air.

It was only a centimeter away from piercing Harold's ear.

"Oh?"

Rorschach looked down at the man who had recognized his identity, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Half an hour later.

Inside the hotel room.

Harold held a cup of instant coffee in his hand and looked quietly at the man sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him.

He had told the other party everything that had happened, and did not hide the fact that he had covered up the [machine] signal for the other party.

After a long silence in the room, Rorschach slowly spoke, "So, after 9/11, the government, in order to prevent similar terrorist attacks from happening again, created an artificial intelligence called the Machine to monitor the entire United States?"

"To call it monitoring is actually to underestimate the capabilities of the machine." Harold shook his head slightly.

He put down his coffee cup and explained seriously, "The machine monitors a wide range of topics, including encrypted telephone communications, emails, social media, financial transaction records, and transportation systems..."

"Not only that, it can also access all surveillance cameras in the United States in real time, including civilian ATM cameras and car cameras, to perform facial recognition, motion recognition, and lip reading."

"But these aren't the machine's true strengths. Its greatest strength lies in its ability to conduct big data backtracking and AI deduction using a person's consumption records, travel history, and social network over the past 20 years."

"This will help us determine whether the other side will pose a threat to national stability, and thus nip it in the bud before it takes action."

“Of course, it has many more incredible capabilities.”

After listening to him, Rorschach also understood.

It seems that this [machine] is simply a top-level defense facility at the Skynet level. No wonder he was able to be quickly located after being released from prison.

Then, he turned to look at Harold and asked in confusion, "You just said that you helped me cover up the [machine]'s search for me. What do you mean? Are you from the federal government?"

"I"

Harold pursed his lips and shook his head. "You can consider me a third party. Although I currently have no relationship with the government, I do have partial access to the [Machine]."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man named Harold Finch. After a quick thought, he replied, "You are well-dressed and have the unique temperament of a scientific researcher. There are also some social anxiety tendencies in your behavior. It is obvious that you are more accustomed to being alone. In addition, you are familiar with [machines]..."

"You are the maker of the [Machine], correct?"

Harold was slightly stunned, and his palms on his legs clenched involuntarily.

In fact, before coming here, he had already prepared to be honest with the other party, but he did not expect that Rorschach would see through his identity so quickly.

After a moment's silence, he nodded and said, "Yes, I am one of the creators of the [Machine]."

"Interesting." Rorschach looked at him and chuckled meaningfully. "Given the integrity of the federal government, they didn't kill you after the machine was built? No..."

His gaze fell on Harold's disabled right leg. "Perhaps they wanted to silence you, but you managed to escape. Or perhaps, with your low-key personality, you were never exposed to the government, and you had a puppet as a shield."

"You guessed wrong. He's not a shield." Harold suddenly said in a heavy tone, "He's the most important friend I've ever had."

"Then why are you looking for me now?" Rorschach continued, "Could it be that you want to use the backdoor in the [machine] to help me sneak into Capitol Hill?"

"No!"

Harold's voice suddenly rose, and he shook his head repeatedly, looking at Rorschach sincerely. "I'm here to persuade you to let go of your hatred. With my help, you can keep your identity secret and continue to live in this country. No one will interfere with you, and no one will..."

"Pfft...hahahahaha..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

Rorschach pointed at him with a laugh, looking at him as if he was an idiot!!!
(End of this chapter)