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Chapter 131 Rorschach: "Use blood and fire to gain shock and awe" (ask for monthly ticket)
Outside a remote warehouse.

Nick was bashing the lock on the gate with a shovel.

His police buddy Bill was still trying to dissuade him: "We don't have a search warrant, nor do we have any solid evidence. What we are doing now is illegal."

"Shut up!"

Nick, uncharacteristically, grabbed Bill by the collar, his eyes bloodshot. "Did you hear the explosion in the prison this morning?! Did you hear it?! Six of my colleagues were killed by that damned devil! Just because he was dissatisfied with the verdict from six years ago! You're talking to me about the law now? Why don't you talk to him?!"

Bill sighed helplessly and stopped trying to persuade the other party.

Two hours ago, six prosecutors and assistants from the Department of Justice were killed in a car bomb. Only Nick and his female assistant Sheila survived.

Sheila has been hospitalized for trauma, and Bill thinks Nick should also undergo a psychological evaluation.

Since Clyde's imprisonment, the once calm and collected prosecutor has become increasingly emotional, even resorting to breaking the law.

"Believe me, Bill, this is that bastard's Achilles' heel! I found it!"

Nick muttered to himself as he smashed the iron lock frantically.

Finally, after more than a hundred heavy blows, the iron chain broke.

"Crash-"

The rolling door rises, and a precisely arranged warehouse appears before our eyes.

The walls were covered with unidentified electronic devices, and on the table were displayed guns, monitors, and spread-out photo clippings—including pictures of Darby, the judge, and even Nick himself.

Nick's mouth twitched and he revealed a sinister smile. He finally found Clyde's lair.

This guy planned the murders here.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the items on the table: next to the floor plan of the city hall, a newspaper announced that the mayor would honor outstanding judicial personnel at the Hall of Justice.

It’s noon today!

"This guy"

Nick carefully examined the drawings, and when he saw bomb marks in many locations in the Hall of Justice, his face suddenly changed!

"Fuck! He planted a bomb in the Hall of Justice! He's going to kill the mayor and all the prosecutors and judges in New York! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

After Nick cursed wildly for a few times, he was about to call the Department of Justice to warn them.

At this time, Bill noticed something unusual in the corner: "Nick! Come and see!"

He pointed to a deep cave entrance and said, "That madman actually dug a tunnel!"

Nick walked over when he heard the sound, and when he saw the entrance that looked like a mine, he squinted his eyes, bent down, and crawled in.

When he climbed to the end, an underground space full of pipes suddenly appeared above him, and he could hear the voices of prisoners and prison guards above.

Seeing this scene, he understood everything in an instant.

Clyde deliberately went to prison to lower their guard, and also deliberately killed the fellow inmates who went into the solitary confinement cell.

All this is because the other party had dug a tunnel leading directly to the prison's solitary confinement cell many years ago!
He can sneak out of the tunnel at any time and remotely control those killing devices through surveillance!
"Damn lunatic, hahahaha"

Nick cursed, but suddenly burst into laughter.

Now that he has discovered the secret, Clyde no longer has any trump cards.

He only needs to warn the mayor immediately and submit the warehouse as evidence to the court to convict Clyde completely!

"go!"

Nick gave Bill a victorious smile, "Go out and expose all this, that damn guy will get his comeuppance!"

Speaking of which, I have to thank Sheila. I didn't expect that this usually taciturn assistant could find such crucial evidence.

However, when they climbed out of the cave, Nick's smile froze instantly.

In the warehouse that was empty a few minutes ago, there were now two people sitting at the table watching the surveillance.

One of them was a strange young man, and the other was Clyde, who was supposed to be in the detention room!
"You guys"

boom!
Gunshots.

As Policeman Bill was about to draw his gun, blood suddenly flowed from his wrist.

Rorschach, with his legs propped up on the table and playing with his pistol, asked with great interest, "Hey Nick, oh no, Prosecutor Nick, how does it feel to discover the truth? Isn't it satisfying?"

Nick's chest heaved violently. He didn't answer Rorschach's question. Instead, he snatched Bill's gun and tried to fight back.

But unfortunately, the two bullets penetrated his hands faster!

"Damn."

Nick fell to the ground in agony. He glared at Rorschach angrily, then turned to look at Clyde, who had been staring at him coldly, and begged bitterly, "Are you crazy, Clyde? I know your wife and daughter's deaths were unjust, and the verdict was unfair, but you've already killed so many people, isn't that enough?! Don't make the same mistake over and over again!"

"Don't worry, it's almost over."

Clyde pointed to surveillance footage showing New York's first Black female mayor speaking at a meeting of judicial officials.

"In one minute, all those who violate the rule of law in this city will be reduced to ashes in flames."

"What will happen if you kill them?" Nick roared. "Do you think you can restore justice by killing people?!"

Clyde shook his head slightly: "For me now, justice or not is no longer important."

Nick was silent, he knew he couldn't convince this man.

But a terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in his mind, chilling him to the bone. "You...you lured me here on purpose? Just so I could witness all this happen?" He trembled in disbelief and asked, "Is Xixi La also one of your accomplices?!"

Rorschach didn't answer the question, and Clyde remained silent.

Both of their eyes were fixed on the TV screen.

The black female mayor, who was elected on the wave of political correctness brought about by the black president, is giving an impassioned speech, boasting about the sharp drop in crime rate in New York over the past year and taking all the credit on herself.

Yes, of course crime is down.

Through "plea bargaining," more than half of the felonies were downgraded to misdemeanors, and even more misdemeanors were directly dropped.

Logically, a politician who exonerates criminals should be spurned by voters, but the reality is just the opposite - because the mayor is black, and her supporters are the black group with the highest crime rate.

The more she uses such despicable means to "lower" crime rates, the more black people will vote for her!
This is the ugly truth beneath this city's glamorous exterior.

But soon, all of this will be completely settled.

Inside the warehouse, besides the sounds of painful groans, the only sound echoed was the hypocritical speech of the female mayor on TV.

Rorschach's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and suddenly, he stopped.

On the TV screen, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded!

What followed was a series of wailing, screaming, and sounds of buildings collapsing, and the entire venue fell into chaos!
Nick closed his eyes in despair, his body trembling. It was not until this moment that he truly understood the true purpose of the two people in front of him.

They are not taking revenge on individuals, but on the country!
Looking at the Hall of Justice engulfed in flames, a satisfied smile appeared on Rorschach's face.

Clyde slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and shook his head at Nick. "You should be thankful that I'm more principled than those two thugs from six years ago, otherwise your wife and daughter would have appeared on the live broadcast."

After saying this, he nodded to Rorschach.

The two men ignored Nick who was wailing on the ground and walked towards the warehouse door without looking back.

Just as Nick was confused, a cigarette butt popped out of the mysterious man's hand.

The next second, the fuel tank was ignited and flames shot up instantly!

The entire warehouse was engulfed in flames in an instant!
"Clyde! Clyde!!"

Nick screamed in horror, "You can't do this to me! I have a wife and children, you can't"

Clyde stared back at him coldly, "I've had that too."

Crash-!
Under Nick's desperate gaze, the warehouse shutter door was pulled down heavily!

"call"

Outside the door, Clyde breathed a sigh of relief, staggered, and almost fell.

Beside him, a strong hand held him firmly.

He looked up at Rorschach's stern face and couldn't help but ask for confirmation: "Are we really doing the right thing, Rorschach?"

Rorschach smiled faintly. "I used to be like you. Whenever I did something that others thought was out of line, I would doubt myself. But not anymore."

"Why?" Clyde asked puzzled.

"Because when dealing with unscrupulous politicians, people like us must use blood and fire to achieve shock and awe!"

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Inside Brooklyn Criminal Court.

Sheila, dressed in a professional suit, walked slowly into the hall.

Unlike previous days, the court was packed today because of the bombing that shocked the entire United States two days ago.

Almost all senior officials of the Department of Justice were wiped out, and the mayor was killed on the spot in the explosion.

The tragedy caused a severe staff shortage at the District Attorney's Office, and a large number of investigators from the Counterterrorism Agency, the Department of Homeland Security, and the FBI were also present at the scene. The investigation from Washington was late but arrived.

Sheila lowered her head and flipped through the case files in her hand.

Three days ago, five gang members broke into a local house, brutally killed a couple and looted everything. Only a 12-year-old girl who hid in the closet survived.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, she saw the girl looking at her with red eyes.

"Sheila!"

The girl immediately stood up, her voice trembling, "Are they still refusing to plead guilty? Is the evidence still insufficient?"

Seeing Sheila shaking her head, the girl fell to the ground in despair.

"Two criminals offered a 'plea bargain' and were willing to identify three other people as tainted witnesses."

Sheila squatted down and quietly explained the progress of the case. "If we accept this condition, all five people can be convicted, but the two criminals who turned witnesses may only be sentenced to a few years in prison."

"But...but they are all murderers."

The girl looked up with tears in her eyes. "I saw them kill my parents with a knife. Sheila, should we accept this offer?"

Looking at the girl's tearful eyes, Sheila suddenly felt dazed, as if she saw a familiar scene from six years ago.

"No!"

She held the girl's hand tightly, shaking her head with a determined look: "We must fight them to the end!"

(End of this chapter)