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

Chapter 17 "Threatening me like this? Have you watched too many movies?" (Please read and vote for me)
Although it was almost time to get off work, Rorschach and Ginny were still handling a street case.

But compared with previous incidents of gun and drug violence, the current situation is simply as small as it can be.

In an old residential building, a little boy about ten years old was standing on a chair, holding a rope hanging from a ceiling fan and putting it around his neck.

"Don't stop me."

The boy sobbed and threatened Ginny, who tried to get closer, by kicking off the chair.

Rorschach leaned against the doorway, cigarette butt in his mouth. Beside him, the child's mother hurriedly explained, "I was a little late from get off work tonight, and on the way I forgot to buy the cake he had always wanted to eat. Then he kept crying and making a fuss. After I beat him up, he cried and wanted to commit suicide."

"Just for a cake?"

Rorschach shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. But the boy across from him, having heard their conversation, shouted in dissatisfaction, "It's not just the cake! You won't let me go out to play, and you won't let me go out at night. You've imprisoned me at home all day. What's the point of living like this?"

Hearing the word "imprisonment," Rorschach turned his head and looked expressionlessly at the child's mother. The mother sighed helplessly and explained, "Children have been disappearing in this area for the past few months. The South District is already in chaos, so I have no choice but to do this. I'm the one who specially arranges to pick him up and drop him off at school every day."

Rorschach couldn't help but frown after hearing this. It seemed that Gus's behavior had now affected other families in the South District.

He nodded, then shouted to the little boy who was still standing on the chair and was being coaxed in vain by Ginny, "You want to know the meaning of life, don't you?"

Rorschach waved to him and promised, "Come down first, and I'll tell you when you come down."

"Are you sure?" the little boy asked doubtfully.

"Have you ever seen a policeman lie?" Rorschach asked.

".All right."

The boy removed the noose from around his neck, then jumped off the chair and ran to him on his little legs, looking at Rorschach expectantly.

Rorschach calmly stamped out the cigarette butt, raised his hand and slapped him!

"Snapped--!"

The boy was stunned and stared at Rorschach blankly: "You are lying!"

"That's right, life is all about deception! And feeling pain!"

Rorschach slapped him again, then raised his hand again, "Of course, the most important thing is to listen to your mother!"

When the boy saw that Rorschach was still going to beat him, he immediately threw himself into his mother's arms crying and never mentioned hanging himself again.

Rorschach lowered his hand and threatened fiercely, "Little guy, if I see you trying to commit suicide again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you! Now, apologize to your mother!"

"Sorry mom!"

The boy apologized without hesitation, hid behind her, and never dared to look at Rorschach again.

In his eyes, this lying, slapping policeman was much scarier than hanging himself.

After solving the last incident before leaving get off work, Rorschach stretched and returned to the car.

Ginny, who was standing by, thought of what Rorschach had just said and couldn't help laughing: "The meaning of life is to listen to your mother? Do you really think so, Rorschach?"

"if not?"

Rorschach replied matter-of-factly, "Would a mother harm her own child?"

"Well, that won't happen, but wouldn't that murder the child's autonomy and independence?" Ginny clearly disagreed with him.

"True independence comes from inner strength and clear self-awareness. This is from Jane Eyre. You should read more books when you have time."

After saying this, Rorschach stopped talking, started the police car and went back to the police station to punch out.

As for Ginny, the little girl looked at her partner's profile in disbelief as if she was meeting Rorschach for the first time.

This rough guy who keeps saying "Fuck you" has actually read "Jane Eyre"?!

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Police cars shuttled through the streets of the South District.

After a few days of getting along, Ginny was obviously much more relaxed.

While she was gossiping about her school days, she pulled out a bag of dried fruit, ate it herself, and thoughtfully peeled some for Rorschach to keep beside her. In the past, Rorschach would have impatiently told her to shut up. But after scolding her father this morning, he felt he should be more magnanimous.

Half an hour later, the police car arrived at an intersection.

Rorschach listened to Ginny's endless gossip and casually sped up to cross the intersection at the end of the green light.

Just as the car drove into the middle of the road, an indescribable palpitation suddenly gripped his heart!
This is a precise sixth sense honed through countless paratrooper forced landings, like a wild animal's intuition about crisis.

Sure enough, the next second, a truck ignoring the red light suddenly drove out from the other side like a wild horse!
Rorschach, who had anticipated this, stepped heavily on the accelerator. The wheels rubbed against the ground with a sharp sound, and he narrowly missed the truck.

But even so, the front of the truck still hit the rear of the police car heavily. The huge impact force caused the police car to lose control. After spinning more than ten times at the intersection, it directly hit the wall on the side of the road, and the front of the car was smashed to pieces.

Several masked men jumped out of the truck, holding pistols, and approached the police car cautiously.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Surprisingly, before they could fire, gunshots were heard from the police car.

Bullets shot out from the shattered car windows, pierced the night sky, and accurately hit the gunmen.

Rorschach didn't have time to figure out the situation of Ginny beside him. He kicked open the car door, leaned back in the seat and used the door as a cover, with flames spurting out of the muzzle of his gun, and shot at the killers first.

However, when the gunfire hit them, the killers only staggered but did not fall down. They even raised their guns and started shooting at Rorschach.

"Fuck, bulletproof vest?"

Rorschach curled the corners of his mouth. He didn't know where this killer came from. His shooting skills were terrible, but his style was quite professional.

He reloaded the magazine, carefully checked the positions of the four people opposite him, then pointed his gun and fired all the bullets as quickly as possible.

The fierce firepower instantly forced back the killers who were about to rush over. They either found cover or lay on the ground, and did not continue to approach quickly by relying on the advantage of their bulletproof vests.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rorschach quickly retracted his body into the police car again, and stretched out his arm to reach under the seat.

After a few seconds, they realized that there was no movement from the police car. The killers looked at each other, and then without hesitation, they quickly dispersed their formation and surrounded the police car.

"Bam—!"

Another gunshot rang out, but this time the closest killer was blasted several meters away!
Rorschach held the Remington shotgun in one hand, pulled and pulled it, and relying on the cover of the car body, turned around and fired two more shots, blowing away all the killers who had approached the police car.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped over and quickly jumped from the top of the rear of the car.

While dodging the enemy's bullets, the moment he landed, a gunshot rang out, blowing the last killer's head into pieces!
Just as he once told the director, he lacked a sense of security, and was particularly afraid of insufficient firepower.

Therefore, no matter when and where, there must be two large-caliber shotguns in the police car!

“I can’t rest even after get off work.”

Rorschach cursed in frustration and shot the remaining killers who had not been hit in vital parts in the head one by one. Just when he was thinking about which one to keep alive for questioning, something strange happened.

"do not move!"

Another killer who was lurking nearby unexpectedly got in front of the police car at some point, pointed his gun at Ginny in the passenger seat, and threatened Rorschach harshly.

"Rorschach." Ginny was stuck in her seat, looking at Rorschach dazedly, her eyes filled with fear.

She wanted to draw the gun from her waist, but the muzzle of the gun was pressed tightly against her head, preventing her from making any bigger movements.

"Rorschach Butcher! This is greetings from the Salamanca family!"

The killer's tone was also a little nervous, and he shouted at Rorschach quickly: "Put down the gun, or I'll shoot this girl in the head first!"

Rorschach glanced at Ginny and found that she was fine. Not only did he not drop his gun, but he raised it and slowly approached:

"Dude, have you watched too many movies? If I don't drop my gun, you can only kill her, and then I'll shoot you in the head. If I drop my gun? Then we'll both die."

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