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Chapter 124 What I hate most is the twist! (Seeking monthly votes)

In front of the local court.

Rorschach sat in the car, his eyes scanning the people coming in and out.

Harold said that according to the statistics of the [machine], among the tens of millions of people in New York, one person is killed every three hours on average.

This was not a sudden disaster, but a murder that had been planned for days or weeks.

This is still the official record that the [machine] can count, and does not include those poor people who disappeared quietly and were not even on the death list.

What he and Harold are doing now is to find these dying people in advance and then - prevent death from happening.

This job
Of course it does have meaning.

But compared to when I was a police officer, there was always something missing.

Rorschach had roughly thought that although Harold was ridiculously generous and often spent millions of dollars, the nature of this job might still be a little too low-key.

The most direct impact is that he no longer has the right to legally beat up black people.

Just think of it as playing the good guy game with your savior for a month.

Rorschach thought so.

In his hand, he was playing with a gold coin that Harold had exchanged for fifty thousand US dollars from the killer hotel. Although his expression was a little nonchalant, his eyes were always fixed on the court gate, waiting for his target.

Soon, the target appeared——

A beautiful blonde woman stepped out of the car, carrying a briefcase in her hand. She looked smart and capable, and walked towards the court gate in a hurry wearing a pair of high heels wrapped in black stockings.

Cassandra Davina.

The female prosecutor who is about to face death threats.

Rorschach quickly opened the car door and got out, tightly clutching the phone Harold had prepared in advance, and followed the other person with big strides.

When he was about one meter away from the other person, he pointed his phone at Davina's briefcase, and soon the phone vibrated slightly.

From this moment on, he could use his own mobile phone to eavesdrop on any calls and text messages coming from the other party's phone.

As for the principle behind it... Rorschach didn't understand it at all.

However, that's what Harold told him. Maybe it's some kind of black technology. After all, this nerdy rich guy can even develop a super AI like the [Machine] that's so epoch-making.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the female prosecutor next to him seemed to notice Rorschach not far away.

Especially after seeing Rorschach's handsome profile, Davina couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly and took the initiative to say, "Did I see it wrong, or have I been so busy lately that I even forgot that there is such a handsome colleague like you in the Criminal Court?"

Rorschach slowed down his pace, turned around to look at the beautiful prosecutor, and asked with a smile, "Do you think I look like a prosecutor or a lawyer?"

Davina squinted at the man's leather jacket and chuckled, "Maybe I'm just hoping for someone like you to brighten the office and dilute the old atmosphere."

She extended her hand and introduced herself with a bright smile: "Davina, I am the prosecutor of this court."

"Yeah, 'Venus in Court'. At first I thought it was an exaggeration. But now it seems..." Rorschach deliberately looked the other person up and down.

Under Davina's expectant and curious gaze, Rorschach stroked his chin and said seriously, "I think I should create a word more beautiful than the goddess of beauty to appropriately describe you."

"Puchi. You seem to be very good at pleasing girls."

"It's my honor as a New Yorker to make you happy."

Rorschach smiled and held her hand tightly. "Logan Goodman, you may not believe this, but I came here just to use the restroom."

"is it?"

Davina blinked at him, as if she was certain that Rorschach was waiting here on purpose to strike up a conversation with her.

Soon, after exchanging a string of mobile phone numbers, the female prosecutor made a phone gesture to Rorschach, and then walked briskly into the court.

After her figure disappeared, the smile on Rorschach's face gradually disappeared.

Something seems to be wrong...

Hermès Kelly leather briefcase, Prada square-buckle high heels, Dolce & Gabbana embroidered fur coat...

All the luxury brands that Ginny had talked about when they were patrolling the streets together now appeared in Rorschach's mind one by one.

Our star prosecutor doesn't seem to come from a wealthy family. Where does he get so much spare money to dress himself up?
Harold

Rorschach tapped the tiny earphone hidden in his ear with his fingers, waking it up, and told Harold on the other end of the phone what he had discovered.

He then asked, "Haven't you checked this information before? This prosecutor seems to be extremely wealthy."

"Actually, this isn't difficult to understand, Rorschach. I guess you haven't carefully read the information I gave you about Davina."

Harold's voice came out: "Davina's ex-husband is a well-known construction contractor in Brooklyn, worth tens of millions. She got a considerable amount of property when she divorced."

"Then why not include her ex-husband as a suspect?"

"The reason is simple. Her ex-husband tragically passed away in a traffic accident five years ago."

"Oh?"

Rorschach, who had already walked to the car door, looked back at the court behind him.

"Pretty widow? Interesting..."

On the other side, Harold listened to Rorschach's playful voice in the headphones and coughed twice awkwardly, trying to remind Rorschach to focus on the suspicious elements who endangered the safety of the target.

However, the next second, a busy tone came from the headset.

Harold was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath.

From the moment he decided to invite Rorschach to join, he had prepared himself mentally for the possibility that the other party might not be easy to get along with, but now it seems...

They get along quite well, but the other person's behavior is a little difficult to control.

He sighed helplessly and looked at an ordinary house not far from the car.

There, a woman with bruises on her face was carrying several heavy bags of garbage with a numb expression, and angry curses were heard from behind her from time to time.

This is a woman who is deeply trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

Harold pursed his lips. Although he sympathized with the wife's situation, it seemed that she had almost nothing to do with Davina's death threat.

Beside him, Brian was biting a doll and shaking his head vigorously.

As a sheepdog, its energy has nowhere to be released in this bustling metropolis.

night.

It was getting dark.

But Rorschach still didn't see the female prosecutor walk out of the court door.

If he hadn't heard her talking on the phone, Rorschach would have worried that the girl had met with an accident.

Soon, a call from Davina's cell phone caught his attention.

After listening to her call, Rorschach started the car and arrived at the place mentioned in the phone call in advance - the juvenile detention center.

Davina wants to talk to the black boy named Howard and try her best to persuade him to be a witness.

Not long after, Rorschach saw Davina, who came alone in a Prius, in a car parked outside the detention center.

There was a trace of fatigue on the woman's face. It was obvious that she was exhausted after a busy day.

Seeing this, Rorschach thought for a moment and then made a phone call.

Not far away, Davina saw the caller ID and a smile appeared on her lips, indicating that it was as she expected.

"Good evening, Venus."

"Hey? Don't call me that. I prefer to be called Davina."

“But I don’t want to be someone else.”

"Haha, Logan, what you said now is a bit over the line."

"How about this? Tonight at nine o'clock, I've reserved a table at Perce Restaurant on the 10th floor of the Time Warner Center."

"Perce? You have to book there three months in advance, and it's already seven o'clock. Are you sure you can get a table?"

"How should I put it? You might not be able to tell, but I'm actually quite wealthy. It's not hard to book in advance by increasing the price tenfold."

In the distance, after hearing this, Davina's words, which were originally intended to tease the other party, were stuck in her throat. She licked her lips lightly and agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up the phone, Rorschach looked at the woman's graceful buttocks under her tight skirt and couldn't help stroking his chin gently for a while.

He didn't have to wait long before the conversation between Davina and Howard began to be heard from the tapped phone.

As a prosecutor specializing in representing the poor, Davina knew very well what Howard was concerned about, and she even knew what gang was behind Howard.

But unfortunately, even though she had promised to provide witness protection measures and generous treatment, the black boy Howard, who had been brainwashed by loyalty, was still unwilling to give out the boss and the underlings of the Hellcats.

Listening to the black boy's confident voice on the phone.

At this moment, Rorschach really wished he could learn from another Dwight Howard in the NBA.

After a while, not long after the sound on the phone stopped, Davina left the detention center with a somewhat unhappy look on her face.

Before getting in the car, she deliberately looked down at the clothes she was wearing, then shook her head, got in the car, and drove away quickly.

It looked like he was most likely planning to go home and change into a more satisfactory outfit for his date with Rorschach.

On this side, just when Rorschach thought he would return empty-handed today, three SUVs suddenly emerged from the alley at the end of the road and followed Davina in a neat row.

Through the car window, Rorschach saw that the people in the car were almost all black men, and each of them had the same tattoo on their arms.

"Harold."

Rorschach activated the motorcycle and woke up the headphones, "We've found the murderer who harmed Davina."

"Who is it? The Hell Bobcat?" Harold asked anxiously.

"No, it looks like they're most likely from the Harlem Gang, the same gang that Puff Daddy used to be in."

"How can you be sure it's them?"

"Because all the Hell Bobcats went to hell a few hours ago."

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Rorschach stepped on the accelerator and followed the guys' car at a leisurely pace.

Although his driving skills have never been outstanding, with the help of the [Master of Lurking], whenever the other party becomes suspicious, he can always slow down and disappear at the right time, and then quietly appear from another intersection.

Before setting off, he had already memorized all the streets, alleys and landmark buildings in the target area.

Which lesson of good cop is this?

Davina in front seemed to notice the vehicle following her.

Instead of going straight home, she walked back and forth around the block, trying to throw off pursuit.

Unfortunately, the driving skills of a female prosecutor are limited. After a few rounds, she was forced into a dead end in an abandoned factory.

More than a dozen ferocious-looking black men got out of the SUV one after another, staring at the lonely Prius with murderous eyes.

In front, Davina slowly opened the car door and confronted them fearlessly.

Rorschach had already gotten out of the car and nimbly hid behind a corner.

The pistol he had taken from the bobcat's lair was loaded, and in his other hand he held his cell phone, eavesdropping on the conversation with Davina.

After listening for less than ten seconds, Rorschach's originally calm face suddenly became strange.

Harold

"I'm here! I'm here! What's going on with Davina now?!"

"Looks like I have to apologize to you first, buddy."

Rorschach looked at the group of people talking in front of him, and his voice was already filled with a hint of amusement: "I said this job was boring before, but now I take it back."

"What. What's wrong?"

He put the phone to his ear and could clearly hear Davina's angry scolding: "Not only did that black boy refuse to testify against the Hell Bobcat, he also wanted to give us, the Harlem Gang, out! Get rid of him before dawn. I don't want to see him in court tomorrow!"

"You hear that, Harold?"

Rorschach sneered, "Our 'Court Venus' is not a victim, she's the perpetrator!"

(End of this chapter)