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Chapter 19 "You are the worst drug dealers I have ever seen!"

In the hospital ward.

Ginny, who had been unconscious for an unknown amount of time, slowly opened her eyes. She was surrounded by a soft yet dazzling white light, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the sound of instruments ticking could be heard in her ears.

Is this a hospital?

Ginny tried to raise her head and look around, but a slight pain and heaviness came over her, reminding her why she was lying in the hospital bed.

As her consciousness slowly returned, she suddenly remembered.

A truck running a red light, a masked killer, a gun pointed at his head
The last moment she remembered was Rorschach subduing the gunman who held her hostage, and then she fainted.

Thinking of Rorschach, Ginny couldn't help but turn her head and look around. When she saw the man sitting on the chair on her right, the heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground.

The partner who saved him at the critical moment was sleeping with his head down.

Ginny recalled the scene of Rorschach dealing with the gangster and saving herself from the bad guy's gun, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in her heart.

"If this guy were mute, he would be very popular with girls."

"Does it look good?"

Suddenly, a teasing voice woke Ginny, who was staring at Rorschach blankly.

Rorschach suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl playfully. "You don't have to be too grateful to me. I saved you purely because we're colleagues. There's no other meaning behind it."

Ginny was stunned when she realized that this guy was actually pretending to sleep. Then she immediately retorted unyieldingly, "I actually hope so. I could have subdued the killer without you saving me. I already had my hand on the gun."

"Yeah, and then I passed out the next second."

Rorschach smiled teasingly, then explained, "The doctor said you have a mild concussion. The bleeding is from a scratch on your scalp. Don't worry too much. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be discharged in two or three days."

Ginny nodded first, then suddenly asked nervously, "You didn't tell my family, did you? My parents can't know about this, otherwise my dad will definitely take me back!"

Seeing her panic, Rorschach waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. It took less than two hours from the time the ambulance arrived to the time you lay in bed. How could your family have known the news so quickly? And..."

He spread his hands in dissatisfaction, "Don't make that expression. Do you know how many people can't even ask for parents who care and dote on you?"

"I can't explain it to you, Rorschach. You won't understand this feeling."

Ginny explained anxiously, but stopped mid-sentence.

She realized she had said something wrong, looked at Rorschach cautiously, and apologized self-reproachfully: "I'm sorry, Rorschach, what I said just now was unintentional. I definitely didn't mean what you thought."

"What do you mean?" Rorschach frowned in confusion.

"Um"

Ginny explained in a low voice: "It's about your mother. I heard Frank talk about it last time. He said that you grew up in a single-parent family. Then when you were in middle school, your mother who worked hard to raise you was..."

"Shut up!"

Rorschach interrupted her with a low growl and asked with a stern look, "Did Frank tell you all this?"

Ginny shrank her neck and nodded softly without saying a word.

"Fuck you, this old bastard really dares to say anything."

Rorschach cursed angrily, then as if he had thought of something, he asked suspiciously, "So, this is why your attitude towards me has suddenly changed these days?"

"Uh," Ginny replied somewhat awkwardly, "Not really. I just think you're not as bad as I initially thought, so I wanted to give you a little more kindness and care."

"Care?"

Rorschach smiled speechlessly. He looked at the girl and shook his head in disgust, saying, "Don't waste your energy. I'm not interested in girls like you." Ginny laughed angrily after hearing this. She glanced at Rorschach with the same disgust and replied, "That's great. Otherwise, if you were my husband, I would definitely poison your coffee."

Rorschach scoffed. "Believe me, Ginny, if I were your husband, I'd drink it."

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Because of this gangster shooting, the bureau generously gave Rorschach and Ginny a week's vacation.

One reason was to allow Ginny to recover from her injuries, after all, a concussion could be a serious matter or a minor one.

Secondly... Rorschach looked at the crumpled psychiatrist's business card in his hand and threw it directly into the trash can.

This was the letter the director had just handed to him, and he was ordered to receive psychological treatment within the week.

The reason is very simple. In the past few days, Rorschach first killed a child kidnapper, then defeated a boxing champion who was famous throughout the United States, and then killed a gangster who robbed a supermarket. Last night, he also killed five drug dealers who dared to retaliate against the police.

Yes, through subsequent investigation by police personnel, the identities of the killers were easily found out.

Of course, this is actually not difficult. After all, in Chicago, a gunman with a Mexican face can only be a drug dealer, but also a taco seller.

As for the reason why they attacked Rorschach, it is hard to explain. After all, as a policeman known for his ruthless methods, Rorschach has offended many people in Chicago, and there are too many people he wants to kill.

Not to mention the small talk, precisely because he killed so many people in a few days, even if they were all criminals, Rorschach had to receive psychological treatment. After all, no one wanted to have a murderous addict in the police station.

But Rorschach has no time for psychological treatment now. He has more urgent things to deal with - that damn Salamanca family has finally fallen into the trap!
Taking out his cell phone, he first called his Irish brother.

After assigning one of them to wait for him somewhere, Rorschach started his old pickup truck and went to the place he had agreed to meet with Tuku last night.

at dusk.

Inside a garbage disposal plant somewhere on Chicago's West Side.

After waiting for half an hour, Rorschach finally met the guy who dared to send a team of gunmen to surround and kill him - Tuku Salamanca.

He is the nephew of Hector Salamanca, the head of the Salamanca family, and is in charge of the drug trafficking business of his family's drugs.

You can hear the sound before you see the person. In the distance, two modified convertible sports cars are speeding towards you, with their bodies constantly moving up and down with their tires, accompanied by deafening black hip-hop music.

After the car stopped, a short, stocky bald man wearing a floral shirt and covered with tattoos suddenly pushed open the car door, raised the Uzi submachine gun in his hand and fired a burst of bullets into the sky!

"Rorschach Butcher! It's you, you damn cop! Not only did you ruin my fight, but you even dared to kill my men! Tell me, you damn bastard! How do you want to die today?!"

Tu Ku staggered as if he had overdosed on drugs, holding the submachine gun in his hand and cursing at Rorschach.

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Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointing at his head, Rorschach took a deep breath to calm himself down, then kicked out suddenly!
Tu Ku suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee and his whole body staggered involuntarily, and then his right hand holding the gun suddenly became empty.

At this very moment, the submachine gun in his hand had already fallen into the hands of the dead cop opposite!

"you"

“Shut the F*ck up!”

Rorschach shoved the barrel of the gun into the Mexican's mouth and cursed impatiently, "You're the worst drug dealer I've ever seen! If you dare say another word, I'll blow your head off!"

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