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

Chapter 128 "So, how about letting me get involved?" (asking for monthly tickets)
Brooklyn streets.

A rooftop chase is underway.

A dozen marshals from Brooklyn Criminal Court were chasing a shirtless, bald, and hairy man.

"Darby! We're not here to arrest you! We have an urgent case and need to take you back for questioning!"

"Bullshit! I was just released from prison two days ago and you guys sent a bunch of police officers to surround my house. It's obvious you want to put me back in jail!"

The fat man who was running wildly on the roofs of buildings turned around and raised his middle finger at the prosecutor who was shouting with a loudspeaker on the ground, while taking out a pistol and shooting randomly behind him.

Surprisingly, none of the pursuing bailiffs fought back, as if there was something important that required his cooperation.

Darby ran furiously, holding the phone to his ear, and asked frantically, "Now, where should I escape to?"

A cold command came from the other end of the phone: "Run forward another twenty meters. There's a ladder under the eaves of a blue house. Go down and run across the bridge."

Dabi nodded repeatedly, not doubting the person on the phone.

It was because of the prison guard who called him that he was able to escape the police's encirclement. No matter who the other party was, he no longer wanted to be imprisoned!
Under the guidance of the mysterious man, Darby quickly shook off his pursuers and disappeared from the sight of the bailiffs and prosecutors.

"Find out who he was talking to."

The black prosecutor Nick frowned tightly, obviously in a very bad mood.

This man, who looks somewhat like Django in Quentin's movie, put his hands on his hips and tried hard to think about what had happened in the past two days.

Just yesterday, the accomplice in the rape and murder case six years ago was executed by lethal injection.

As the prosecutor, Nick was present to supervise the proceedings.

However, the execution process that should have been painless took a horrifying turn - the medicine was replaced!
The death row prisoner, who was supposed to die painlessly, struggled in extreme agony for dozens of seconds, and eventually suffered internal bleeding, vascular embolism, and even his eyeballs burst!
Nick still feels a little creepy when he thinks about that bloody scene.

What's even more shocking is that the prison guards found a tape recorder in the deceased's locker.

I pressed play and a familiar voice said, "This is the first one."

Nick suddenly felt a chill down his spine. This was the voice of Sheldon, the husband of the wife and daughter who were brutally murdered by a woman six years ago!

This man has been brooding over the trial outcome for six years. Now that the main culprit is out of prison, he decides to put aside the law and take revenge himself!
After realizing the seriousness of the situation, the police rushed to Darby's residence to protect the main culprit.

Unexpectedly, this idiot mistakenly thought that the police were here to arrest him. No matter how they explained, he refused to believe it and just ran away.

"Clyde Shelton."

Black prosecutor Nick closed his eyes in pain.

Why do some people always think that lynching is more effective than the law?!

the other side.

Darby, wearing only a pair of shorts, rubbed his arms due to the cold, but his strong desire to survive made him unable to rest.

After running for more than ten minutes, he finally arrived at the location indicated on the phone.

"There's a police car under the bridge. I've knocked the officer inside unconscious. Get in the car, drag him out, and then drive away in the police car."

Dabi approached the police car cautiously, and when he saw that there was indeed an unconscious policeman lying in the driver's seat, he burst into laughter:

"Damn cops! If I want to run, no one in this world can catch me!"

He had just opened the car door and was about to drag the police out when suddenly a cold electric baton was pressed against his neck.

"Crack-"

The next second, a violent blue electric current struck out, and Dabi convulsed and fell to the ground.

In the driver's seat, the policeman who pretended to be unconscious took off his mask, revealing a stern face of a middle-aged man.

Looking at Darby lying unconscious on the ground, the flames of revenge finally ignited in the eyes of this man who had been numb for six years!
Half an hour later.

Dabi slowly woke up and found himself in a dark, damp place filled with the smell of rust.

He was horrified to find that he was being fastened to the metal workbench by steel hoops.

He tried desperately to struggle and scream, but found that every cell in his body seemed to have gone on strike, and he couldn't even move a finger.

"Tetrodotoxin."

A suppressed voice rang out. Dabi rolled his eyes and saw the face of a middle-aged man, expressionless except for his eyes, which gleamed with a terrifying light, staring down at him.

"Extracted from the liver of a Caribbean pufferfish, it paralyzes your body. But don't worry."

The man suddenly raised the scalpel and gently scratched Dabi's forehead.

Severe pain hit him instantly, but Dabi couldn't even scream.

The man sneered cruelly, "Your nerve function is still active and intact. In other words..."

He leaned over to Darby's ear and said in a voice like a ghost: "Although you can't move, you can feel everything."

"It won't reduce any of the pain you're experiencing, and you're about to feel torture you can't even imagine!"

At the end of his words, the man's roar exploded in Dabi's ears.

At this moment, Dabi finally recognized the identity of the man in front of him.

Clyde Shelton!

He was once the most envied man in the community.

He is a military man, holds many invention patents, is wealthy, and has a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter.

Darby hated everything this guy had, so one night, he teamed up with his younger brother, raped his wife and daughter, and finally...
He looked in horror at the man who was wrapping a tourniquet around him. He wanted to beg for mercy and wail, but his paralyzed body couldn't utter a single word.

"Yeah, I think you're going to love this."

Sheldon suddenly picked up a syringe from the table, looked at Darby, and said with an excited smile: "Adrenaline! Just inject this, and no matter how painful it is, you won't faint! I've prepared twenty of these good things! We have plenty of time to have fun."

He picked up a dagger and pointed it at Dabi's eyes. "Don't be afraid, man. I don't want to blind you. This is to cut your eyelids so that you won't close your eyes in the middle of the process."

As he spoke, Sheldon suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a piece of glass one meter above, where a photo of mother and daughter was placed.

"Look at them! My wife and daughter! This will be the last thing you see in your life!"

Sheldon set up the camera, put on a medical mask, and finally picked up a rusty chainsaw.

He leaned over to Darby's ear and smiled creepily, "Your heart is beating really fast. Just like mine back then."

The camera on the table faithfully recorded everything.

A few hours later.

Night falls.

Sheldon took off his blood-stained mask and took a deep breath.

He forced himself to calm down.

Six years of waiting, not just for revenge on a damn beast.

Just as he was putting away the video recorder and preparing to dump all the bodies into the trash can, applause suddenly broke out in the corner.

Snapped!
clap clap!

Bang bang bang.
Sheldon's heart tightened, and he suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the source of the sound.

Ahead, in the shadows.

A young man walked out, clapping and smiling.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Rorschach looked at Sheldon, whose body was covered in blood, in admiration. "What an amazing skill! First, he paralyzed the body with tetrodotoxin, and then used saline solution, a tourniquet, and adrenaline to keep him alive. Fake, man, you really impressed me!"

"Who are you?!" Sheldon narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person. For his own revenge, he didn't mind killing one more person!

But at the same time, he was also secretly shocked. The other party had actually been sitting in the shadows observing him for several hours, and he hadn't noticed at all?!

"Rorschach Butcher." Rorschach did not hide his identity.

Seeing the other party's shocked expression, Rorschach looked directly into Sheldon's eyes and continued:
"I've heard you have a deep dislike for the judicial system in this country."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Coincidentally, me too."

(End of this chapter)