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Chapter 125: If You Love Someone, You Will Become a Stranger

Chapter 125: If You Love Someone, You Have to Become a Stranger (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"When you were playing that thief-eating-thief game, you should have left a few more people alive! Instead of just catching this unlucky guy!"

"Fuck! Now it's impossible to find a few tainted witnesses to deal with the Brooklyn gangs. You guys should just grab your guns and go fight the Hell Bobcats."

"Anyway, it's impossible to seize their territory without sacrificing any manpower."

At this moment, Davina no longer had the elegance she had when they met before. The woman pointed at the gangsters in front of her, and her high-pitched voice sounded particularly harsh in the dark night.

Surprisingly, these Harlem thugs all lowered their heads, and no one dared to refute the reprimand of the blond prosecutor.

When the woman's scolding subsided, the leading black man finally seized the opportunity and said, "Davina, you misunderstood. We came to you so late just to tell you that the Hell Bobcat is finished."

"What?" Davina frowned in confusion, "You raided their gang today, why didn't I receive any news?"

"It has nothing to do with us. I heard it was done by a rich guy driving a Maybach."

The younger brother explained, "Just this evening, a passerby saw a wealthy man enter the home of Marcus, the Bobcat leader. Then gunshots were heard from inside. It took only a few minutes before all the Bobcat leaders, big and small, were wiped out!"

"The Godfather specifically asked us to come here to tell you that you don't need to waste your energy on that Howard anymore."

After hearing this, Davina was stunned. A rich man ran to the slums and killed all the leaders of the bobcats?
This isn't Gotham.

Where do so many idle young men come from?

But this is not bad.

Davina shrugged, "Okay, that's it. I have a date tonight. We'll talk next time."

She turned around and wanted to go back to the car to keep her date with Rorschach.

It is not easy to find a rich man with impeccable looks and figure and a wealthy family.

Now, when Davina thought of Rorschach's face, which always had a faint smile on it, she couldn't help but have the urge to ride on his face.

But before she could get in the car, the black guys behind her spoke again.

"Davina...the Godfather wants to see you tonight."

Davina paused and her face instantly turned gloomy.

Farke...

She cursed inwardly, thinking that dating a fat black man was not as comfortable as dating a handsome pretty boy.

"I have an important date tonight, and the person could be very helpful to my career."

Davina turned to look at them, looking embarrassed. "Tell Bumby that I'll go find him tomorrow night, so there's no need to come tonight."

But as soon as she finished speaking, the gang of black men surrounded her one by one, with no intention of letting her go.

The leading black man spoke in a stern tone: "Don't make things difficult for us, Davina. Don't forget how you climbed step by step from the slums to the position of a star prosecutor. If it weren't for your Godfather, you wouldn't even be able to pay off your student loans, let alone inherit a large fortune from your dead ex-husband. Do I need to remind you how he died?"

Davina's face became increasingly ugly. Thinking of the brutal methods of the "Harlem Godfather", she no longer insisted.

"Let me make a phone call first."

She took out her phone expressionlessly and said, "I have to make another appointment with the other party."

However, in the next second, a shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly rang out in the abandoned factory.

Everyone turned their heads suddenly and saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the shadows.

Rorschach turned off his ringing phone, looked up at Davina, who was looking at him in shock, and said with a smile, "No need to reschedule. If you have anything to say, why not say it in person?"

"Why are you here?!" Davina pointed at Rorschach in disbelief.

At this moment, the Harlem gangsters surrounding her also reacted and drew their guns, ready to shoot Rorschach here.

Davina is a member of their Harlem gang, and this news must not be leaked out.

Unfortunately, compared to their clumsy and slow movements in drawing their guns, Rorschach's bullet had already been fired.

“Bang bang bang bang—!”

Rorschach walked forward leisurely, occasionally turning his head to avoid sporadic bullets.

After many bloody battles with federal agents, the gangsters in front of him looked like children with toy guns to him.

The shooting skills are so damn bad!
When Rorschach finally stood in front of Davina, there were only twitching corpses around him.

Davina swallowed and unconsciously took a few steps back until she stopped at the wall behind her.

"Do you know who they are?"

Davina pressed her back against the wall, her voice trembling, "Harlem Godfather Bumby won't let you go."

Rorschach suddenly smiled and gently tapped her forehead with the muzzle of his gun: "My dear, this may be the cutest threat I have heard in a while."

"???"

Davina looked at him in confusion.

In his ear, Harold was anxiously trying to dissuade him, but Rorschach turned a deaf ear.

When the cold gun barrel was against Davina's head, the woman used her greatest advantage as a beautiful woman.

She suddenly dropped to her knees, her delicate hands caressing his thighs.

"Logan."

She raised her carefully groomed face, tears in her eyes, "Believe me, Logan, I was forced to do everything. As long as you are willing, I will be yours from now on. I will draw a clear line between myself and the gang."

Just as she was trembling and trying to pull at Rorschach's zipper, a hand like an iron clamp clamped her chin.

"What a shame," Rorschach looked down at her, his eyes devoid of warmth, "I'm not interested in the women Nico has used."

"Logan."

"Hush." He raised his index finger to his lips. "A prosecutor who tramples on legal justice doesn't deserve to be called that."

Gunshot!

There was a beautiful corpse on the ground.

Rorschach slowly wiped the pistol and threw it aside.

Looking at the blood-colored energy surging around him, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

It seems that this job is not as boring as he thought.

Harold was sitting in the car when he heard a sharp gunshot in his headphones.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

It's no wonder what happened to Rorschach.

According to his plan, he should have recorded the video first to collect evidence and then called the police. There was no need to kill everyone.

But on second thought, it was indeed my own negligence.

Who would have thought that Davina, known as the "Venus in Court", was actually a scum who accepted bribes and served as the mistress of the gang godfather!

Harold shook his head and forced himself not to think about it anymore.

At least they saved Howard's life.

Although he thought that he was a gangster and drug dealer, he still felt uneasy.

He was about to start the car and leave when he suddenly heard another heated argument coming from a house not far away.

Through the window, you can see a strong man in a vest strangling his wife's neck and spewing obscene words.

Harold stepped on the brakes and turned to look at Brian in the passenger seat.

The sheepdog's ears pricked up sharply, and his eyes flashed with eagerness.

After struggling for a while, Harold finally opened the car door.

Shortly after.

When they got back to the car, Brian's snow-white fur was streaked with streaks of bright red.

From the room came the howling of a man like a pig being slaughtered.

Harold rolled down the window and shouted to the terrified woman in the yard, "Don't forget what I told you. Running away isn't scary. Staying is."

The woman with scars all over her face stared at the stranger in a daze.

Just now, this kind-hearted person tried to persuade her husband, but when she found that it didn't work, she actually let the dog bite people.

After a moment of silence, she slowly smiled and nodded vigorously.

Harold's mouth corners unconsciously raised after receiving the response.

The car started slowly, and moonlight shone through the window onto Brian's bloody hair.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently rubbed the big white dog's head for the first time.

"good boy"

As the night wind blew across his face, Harold suddenly felt that perhaps fighting violence with violence was not as bad as he had imagined.

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The next day.

In a park on the Upper East Side.

Rorschach and Harold each held a cup of coffee and walked aimlessly with Brian.

The rising sun gently shines on the lawn, and the surrounding environment looks very beautiful.

"I saw an anonymous video that was received by the newspaper this morning. It was a picture of Davina having a secret conversation with the Harlem Gang."

"I feel bad for saving a gangster who deserved to die. Exposing the dirty dealings between the female prosecutor and the gang at least makes me feel better."

Harold smiled, then said seriously, "I won't try to persuade you to stop fighting violence with violence. But honestly, some things are better left to the police. Neither you nor I can reveal our identities."

Rorschach didn't answer. His gaze passed over the crowd of people doing morning exercises and fell on a policewoman who was climbing a ladder to rescue a cat in the distance.

Harold followed the line of sight and recognized the familiar face. He hesitated and said, "Rorschach, she has a special identity. If she knew you were in New York..."

"I understand." Rorschach interrupted softly.

The two men looked at the policewoman who always had a sweet smile in silence.

Harold sighed, "Sometimes, if you love someone, you have to be a stranger to her."

Rorschach was silent for a moment, then raised his coffee cup: "To a stranger."

After taking a sip, he looked at Harold curiously: "Your identity is even more special than mine, but I heard you say before that you have a lover. How does it feel to not be able to grow old with the person you love? It must be very difficult, right?"

Harold shook his head slightly. "You're wrong, Rorschach. I'll grow old with her, but we'll be on opposite sides of the world."

"Fuck. I hate your literary-sounding words the most."

Rorschach rolled his eyes and sat down on the bench. "How's the [machine] doing with Liz's case?"

Harold's eyes flickered. "We're checking. It should be ready soon."

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【System search】

[Query Command: Missing Persons File #LIZZY-ROG-114A]

Decrypting federated database.
Biometric matching completed (98.7% confidence level)

Target Identification: Liz Logan

[File status: open/frozen]

【Last updated: 11 years, 4 months, and 16 days ago】

Physical Parameters: Height 152cm / Weight 41kg (Estimated current age: 173cm ± 3cm)