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Chapter 126: Law-Abiding Citizen! ! ! (Seeking monthly votes)

"Open the till! Quick! Open the till! Now!"

"I want cash! Cash!"

"Take out all the cash!"

In an ordinary convenience store in Brooklyn, a robbery that happens every day in this neighborhood is taking place.

A middle-aged man wearing shabby clothes and wearing a stocking mask was pointing a revolver at the owner behind the counter.

He kept looking around, and his whole body was in a state of extreme excitement.

Generally speaking, robbers are excited for two reasons: either the thrill of committing a crime or the fear of their own situation.

The robber in front of him undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

Because—he even forgot to release the hammer safety on his revolver.
But how could the shop owner, who was being pointed at with a gun, have the time to pay attention to these details?
Facing the black muzzle of a gun, he chose to do the same as most robbers in this country, which was to honestly hand over all the cash in the counter to the other party.

The robber looked around nervously, fearing that a brave passerby would suddenly appear at the critical moment to help, just like in the movies.

However, fate is a huge Murphy effect, and he happened to encounter such a "coincidence"

"Bruce, if I were you, I would never choose to do this."

A strange voice suddenly sounded.

The robber Bruce turned around suddenly and pointed his gun at the source of the sound - a man leaning against the shelf, leisurely eating ice cream.

"Who are you and what do you do? How do you know my name?!" Bruce shouted in horror, and his finger on the trigger tightened unconsciously.

The man's deep, magnetic voice rang out again. "Good question. I used to be a police officer, responsible for teaching law-breaking people like you a lesson, but now..."

Rorschach put a scoop of vanilla ice cream into his mouth, then looked at the novice robber and smiled. "Maybe you can call the police, but it would be more accurate to say that you should call them vigilantes."

"Police." Hearing this word, Bruce involuntarily took a few steps back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down because of nervousness.

Rorschach approached him step by step and pointed out in a relaxed tone: "As a robber, you made at least three mistakes."

"First, you covered your face but didn't wear gloves? Man, your fingerprints are all over the doorknob."

"Second, the tattoo on your neck with your daughter's name is showing. I bet the owner saw the letters Lisa."

"Third, there are only two kinds of people who would choose to rob a convenience store: ordinary people with nowhere else to go, and scumbags who deserve to die."

"Now tell me, Bruce."

Rorschach walked up to the man, looked him straight in the eye, and asked word by word, "Are you really willing to go to jail for a few hundred dollars and let eight-year-old Lisa face this cold and cruel world alone?"

"me."

Bruce's lips trembled, and he suddenly threw the pistol to the ground and turned to run away.

But at this time, Rorschach called him again.

When he turned around, a stack of banknotes tied with a rubber band had been thrown into his arms.

"Pay off your debts, find a good job, and..."

Rorschach pointed at him and added seriously, "Remember to buy your daughter the teddy bear she's been longing for for months on your way home. Consider it her birthday present in two days."

Bruce stood there in a daze, looking at the money in his arms, nodding repeatedly with tears of gratitude: "Thank you. Thank you so much!"

After the guy left, the owner behind the counter breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Rorschach with gratitude, "Thanks a lot, brother, you saved my life."

"From him?" Rorschach bent down and picked up the revolver, skillfully unscrewed the cylinder, and showed the empty magazine to the shop owner.

He shook his head: "This is just a fool who was taken advantage of. Of course, you too."

Rorschach pointed his chin at the surveillance screen on the wall covered with snowflakes: "Didn't you notice that the supermarket's surveillance has been malfunctioning since three minutes ago? And..."

He turned his gaze to the panicked clerk who had just emerged from the storeroom. "This immigrant clerk you've employed for a few weeks, who usually eats and works hard, suddenly came to work early today. Don't you find it strange?"

The shop owner scratched his head in confusion, as if he didn't fully understand the situation.

But the Mexican clerk had already pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"Snapped!"

An ice cream bowl hit him in the face at an even faster speed.

Immediately afterwards, the man felt a sharp pain in his wrist!
"boom--!"

Accompanied by a gunshot, the man's knee shattered.

Rorschach slowly wiped his pistol, tossed it to the ground, and said to the still-dazed shopkeeper, "Be more careful next time. Even if you're going to sympathize with these illegal immigrants, you should hire more diligent Asians. Forget it, these days, the Orientals who have to come here for illegal immigration are no good."

After placing a dollar coin on the counter to pay for the ice cream, Rorschach turned to leave.

"and many more!"

The shop owner suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Logan Goodman."

Rorschach waved without looking back, pushed open the door and walked out.

The shop owner looked at the clerk groaning in pain on the ground and murmured the name again and again: "Good man. Logan?

on the street.

Rorschach opened the door of a black Land Rover and got in.

Since he complained to Harold yesterday that the Maybach was too high-profile, the other party replaced it with this extended version of Land Rover.

In terms of price in North America, this is indeed much more affordable than the former.

"How about it, Rorschach, you saved another innocent life." Harold's voice came from the headset.

Rorschach deadpanned, "Man, you know who I've been fighting for the past month? It's like a game that's suddenly gone from hard to easy."

In the library, Harold stroked Brian's dog's head and smiled, "Perhaps the [machine] heard your complaint. The social security number she provided this time is of a rather unique identity."

"Who?"

"Clyde Shelton. The Pentagon purchased hundreds of patents for weapons he invented."

"Sounds like he's a nerdy genius like you."

Harold paused stroking the dog's head and replied helplessly, "Quite the opposite. Our inventor was once a Marine. He not only possesses a genius mind, but also a strong physique."

"USMC?"

While driving, Rorschach recalled his experiences on the battlefield, a smile forming on his lips.

Among all the branches of the U.S. military, although the Marine Corps has excellent individual qualities, it is always at the bottom of the contempt chain and does the hardest and most tiring work.

There are many enduring jokes about the USMC in the military, such as:
Why are the Marines always the first to land? Because someone has to help the Army test mines.

Why do Marine Corps cemeteries have the neatest cemeteries? Because they are used to lining up to die.

"So, this talented soldier is suffering from PTSD and is preparing to carry out an indiscriminate massacre in the downtown area?" Rorschach asked, cigarette in hand.

"No, it's the exact opposite of what you think."

Harold stared at the data displayed by the [machine] and explained in a somewhat heavy tone, "Six years ago, two thugs broke into Sheldon's home one night, raped his wife and killed his young daughter."

"Sheldon, who was shot multiple times without warning, could only watch helplessly as this happened. However, he did not die. Instead, he managed to call the police."

"But the subsequent trial results were chilling. The principal offender was sentenced to only six years in prison because he turned into a tainted witness, while the accomplice was sentenced to death by lethal injection."

"Although Sheldon was unwilling to give up, his appeals over the years were repeatedly rejected and he never succeeded once."

"A day ago, the principal offender was released from prison, and the accomplice will be executed tomorrow."

Rorschach scoffed disdainfully, "It sounds like this wimp, Mr. Sheldon, is a law-abiding citizen."

"That was indeed the case until yesterday."

Harold's voice suddenly tightened. "But after the [machine] spit out his number this morning, I searched a lot for his information, and I found something horrifying."

"what?"

"For the past six years, Sheldon has been plotting revenge. His target isn't just those two thugs, but the entire New York judicial system! The lawyers, prosecutors, judges, police officers, and even the mayor involved in the case are all on his death list!"

The car gradually slowed down. Sitting in the seat, Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Send me his address and identification."

Listening to Rorschach's excited voice in the headset, Harold understood what he was thinking and quickly tried to dissuade him, "Rorschach, those two thugs do deserve to die, but the prosecutor and the judge are innocent. I think there may indeed be some errors in the judicial process, but..."

"Relax, Harold."

Rorschach interrupted him, lit another cigarette, and smiled. "I just want to chat with this tough guy. Maybe we can have some common topics, right?"

"."

Harold was speechless.

Rorschach's voice continued in the headset, "Also, find the address of a Harlem gang and send it to me."

"What do you want to do?"

"The trunk of this Land Rover is too big. It would be a shame not to put some weapons in it."

"I don't like weapons, Rorschach."

"I don't like it either. But if someone wants to use it, why shouldn't we?"

Harold on the other side was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Let's change places. Our current status is not suitable for confronting and becoming enemies with the biggest gang in New York."

After that, he gave the address of a hotel.

"I'm the top VIP at this hotel. Just say my name when you arrive."

"What hotel?"

“The Continental.”

(End of this chapter)