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Chapter 13 "You seem to think you are very good at fighting, right?" (Please read and vote for me)
In the early morning, the wind was blowing fiercely outside Chicago.

An old Ford with its paint so faded was parked under an abandoned overpass.

In the car, brothers Connor and Murphy were smoking and watching a dry cleaning factory in the distance through binoculars.

This location is a surveillance position they carefully selected, with a safe distance and an even safer location.

Not only can the elevated concrete pillars cover their cars, but they can also block bullets at critical moments.

As for why you want to drive?
Fuck, are they going to run away on foot after being discovered?
"It's really hard to believe." Murphy held up a telescope and observed the movement in the factory in the distance, muttering to himself, "If it wasn't Boss Rorschach, would you dare to believe, Connor? The owner of the Loboro fried chicken chain would actually be a big drug dealer, and a drug dealer so cruel as to use children to transport drugs!"

"It doesn't necessarily mean they're using those kids to transport it. Maybe it's something even more shameless. Who knows what kind of disgusting quirks those self-proclaimed upper-class people have!"

Connor replied casually, biting the cigarette butt in his mouth and staring blankly out the window.

Not long after, he suddenly asked, "Murphy, where do you think our shit goes?"

Murphy was stunned. He put down the telescope in front of him and asked in confirmation, as if he hadn't heard clearly, "What did you just say?"

"Where does my shit, my poop, go?" Connor repeated.

"Where else could it go? Of course it was flushed down the toilet!" Murphy replied speechlessly.

"Shit, man, I mean, after it's flushed down the toilet, where does it end up?" Connor seemed really eager to understand. Biting the cigarette butt, he asked earnestly, "To a poop processing plant?"

"What kind of poop processing factory is this? Why is there a factory that processes poop?!"

Murphy couldn't stand his brother's unconventional thinking and replied impatiently, "They were washed directly into the sewer or septic tank. They might eventually seep into the soil as nutrients, or they might be discharged into the sea. Who can say for sure?"

"Into the sea?"

Connor perked up instantly, and fantasized excitedly, "So, dolphins and whales are swimming with my poop every day. Oh no! This is too fucking romantic!"

"Yeah, you're right. And your shit will evaporate in the sun and turn into water vapor, which will turn into clouds, and finally turn into rain, pouring down on your head, the idiot who pooped it out!"

Murphy was immediately amused by Connor's words and responded jokingly.

But this sentence instantly piqued Connor's interest. He looked up at the clouds floating in the sky. After a long moment, Connor slowly spoke, "Murphy."

"What's the matter?" Murphy said angrily, "If you ask me questions about poop again, get out of the car."

Connor pointed at the clouds and replied thoughtfully, "If even our shit can escape this cesspool of the South Side, maybe we can too."

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Murphy was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Connor's expectant eyes. A smile appeared on his face, and he nodded affirmatively, "Of course, we just need to save more money, and then we can go to New York, the West Coast, Hawaii, anywhere we want to go."

"That's right, what we lack now is money!"

Connor clapped his hands, staring at the foggy factory in the distance, and said harshly, "If we can kill that bastard Gus, Boss Rorschach will definitely give us a lot of money."

"Rorschach is just a policeman. Even if he can collect bribes, it won't be much."

Murphy had other ideas. He pondered and said, "It would be great if we could find Gus's vault. Drug dealers deal in cash. If we could find it, we would definitely make a fortune. But it's a bit risky for just the two of us. We have to wait and see when Rorschach will make his move on Gus."

"Hahaha, let's wait and see. I have a feeling that Rorschach must have already figured out how to deal with Gus." Connor said confidently.

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"Fuck, another day wasted!"

Rorschach stood in front of the mirror at home, his toothbrush suspended in mid-air, cursing with an unhappy look on his face.

Spent all day at the gym yesterday and never got to talk to this accountant named Jose from the Salamanca family. The Mexican guy just showed up and left.

He had been listening to Sapp spewing filth at him the entire time. Rorschach had already decided that after he was done with Gus, he was going to smash this guy's hands to pieces with two fully loaded automatic rifles.

Just as he was thinking about how to establish a relationship with the Salamanca family, his cell phone suddenly rang.

After listening to the hurried report on the other end of the phone, although Rorschach was surprised, he was not moved at all. After all, this kind of thing would happen sooner or later.

This guy Bob Sapp is hitting someone again.

But this time the person he hit was not his wife, but a waitress hired by the gym for the boxing match.

Half an hour later.

Rorschach calmly rushed to the medical department of the United Sports Center and saw the girl who had been beaten badly.

"He said he wanted to treat me to a drink in his RV that night, so I went, but he started touching me before I even finished the drink." The girl had bandages on her head and arms, her face was covered in bruises, and her nose was splinted, apparently broken.

She continued sobbing and crying to Rorschach: "He told me not to pretend to be innocent and said he was willing to give me a $1,000 tip, but before I could refuse, he seemed to be impatient and hit me on the head with his fist. After I passed out, he also hit me with a bottle..."

At this point, the girl was already crying uncontrollably, her expression full of regret.

Rorschach looked at her coldly, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Of what she had just said, Rorschach only believed that Sapp had indeed beaten her, and the rest was nonsense.

Running into the RV of a boxing star who frequently makes headlines for his chaotic private life late at night, and saying that he just wants to go for a drink?
This girl is just a bitch with black eyebrows.

Rorschach turned off the recorder and promised in a businesslike manner, "I've recorded everything you said. I don't care why or why you went to his RV, but his current behavior has already constituted intentional injury, and I will make him pay the price."

He exchanged a glance with Ginny, who had arrived earlier, nodded, and left the ward, ready to torturing that bastard Sapp.

Since they were near the United Center, they arrived at tomorrow's game in just a few minutes.

Yesterday's ring has been replaced by an octagonal cage surrounded by wire mesh, and Sap is still practicing boxing with two sparring partners in it as if nothing had happened.

As he walked, Rorschach reached for the handcuffs behind his waist. This time he planned to take direct action and not give Sap any chance to resist.

However, before he could take action, a group of local wealthy businessmen surrounded him.

"Officer Butcher, I think there must be some misunderstanding here."

"We've already decided to jointly compensate the girl. Can you please reinvestigate the matter? Maybe she won't want to sue then."

"The smooth running of this boxing match is crucial. Even the mayor is paying attention. Officer Butcher, I hope you can make the most appropriate decision."

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A flurry of chatter surrounded his ears, but their purpose was the same: they could take Sap away, but they had to wait until the boxing match was over tomorrow night.

But Rorschach didn't care about them at all. His eyes were only on Sap who was glaring at him in the octagonal cage in front of him.

But the next second, something made him stop.

Jose leaned over to Rorschach and whispered a promise, "As long as you can arrest Sap one day later, the Salamanca family will remember your favor! Believe me, this game is very important to our Salamanca family."

Although his voice was not loud, his tone revealed an unquestionable tone, and he looked at Rorschach with a threatening look in his eyes.

However, Rorschach simply glanced down at him and ignored him, continuing to stride towards the octagonal cage in front.

Jose frowned in confusion. Doesn’t this young policeman know what the Salamanca family means?
In the octagonal cage, Sap gritted his teeth in anger as he watched Rorschach walking towards him step by step.

Does this damned little policeman think he's some kind of nobody?!
You want to handcuff yourself and arrest yourself in front of so many rich people and reporters?
"Rorschach!"

He shouted at Rorschach below, "You want to arrest me? Really? Rorschach? Just because that greedy bitch wanted to extort money from me, you're so eager to arrest a city hero who's promoting his hometown?!"

"Come on, I'll be waiting for you in the cage! But if you're still a man, use your fists to take me away!"

As he spoke, the guy patted his chest heavily, his tone full of disdain for Rorschach, "Don't tell me you only know how to use a gun like a wimp. I know all I know is that all the police in Chicago are worthless. That's why Chicago has become a city of sin. It's all because of you, the useless CPD!"

Sap had already made up his mind that even if he was arrested, he would beat Rorschach up severely. He had been holding this anger for a long time.

Coincidentally, Rorschach thought the same thing.

"You seem to think you're pretty good at fighting, don't you?"

Rorschach stared at Sap in the octagonal cage, who was two meters tall and had muscles as muscular as an angry chimpanzee.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand, pulled out his tactical belt and threw it into Ginny's arms.

Then, Rorschach slowly unbuttoned his police uniform and took it off.

Ginny looked at his exposed back and covered her mouth in shock.

No, not only her, all the reporters and wealthy businessmen present were shocked.

Those muscles full of explosive power were covered with gunshot wounds, knife marks, and burns from explosions. Just one look at them made one feel an indescribable toughness.

Rorschach walked into the octagonal cage step by step, then raised his hand and pulled the door of the iron cage tightly shut!
He stared at Sap, a cold smile slowly forming on the corner of his mouth:

“Try Me!”

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