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Chapter 21 Guess what kind of police officer I am?

Just like Tu Ku, who had no choice but to join forces with Rorschach to fight against him in order to fill the bill deficit, Gus was in a terrible mood at the moment.

"I've been trying to get what you need to New York through both legal and illegal means, but I still haven't seen you or the people behind you show me any sincerity."

"Sincerity? You think a few truckloads of low-quality drugs and a few dozen kids are enough to get you into New York? Gus, you overestimate yourself and underestimate us."

"I have always had the utmost respect for you, but don't treat me like a fool. Do you know how many children I have abducted in Chicago to satisfy your demands?!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then the voice came again: "Send one last batch of goods. After the goods arrive, I will arrange for your people to go to New York."

Hearing this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Gus's stern face.

After promising to deliver the last batch of children within three days, he hung up the phone and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The man on the other end of the phone is a big shot in the New York underworld, but this identity alone is not enough to make Gus so humble.

What Gus really cares about is the big boss who controls the gang behind the scenes. It is said that this man is not only a giant in the entertainment industry, but also has close ties with senior officials in Washington.

Gus couldn't afford to offend this kind of person who was involved in both the black and white worlds.

But fortunately, everyone in their circle seemed to have the same perverted fetishes.

In order to get his drugs into New York, the most prosperous city in the East, Gus has been trying to please the people.

"Three days."

Gus tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about how to transport these children away.

The two batches of children sent out earlier were successfully transported to New York with the help of bribed corrupt police, as Chicago had not yet paid enough attention to the situation. Although it cost a lot of money, they were still successfully transported to New York.

However, due to the series of missing children cases, the police have now attached great importance to it. If they want to use the old method again, the risk of exposure will be greatly increased.

"Mike—"

He looked at the old white man who was sitting by the door with his head lowered like a statue.

"Contact Rorschach. I'm going to give him another chance. When he was a detective, this guy helped the Coast Guard solve a homicide case. Everyone there owes him a favor. With his endorsement, it will be much easier for us to ship our goods to New York."

Old Mike didn't respond. He stared at Gus with his cloudy eyes for a while and couldn't help asking, "We've already sent two batches of innocent children over there. Do we really need more..."

"Mike!"

Gus interrupted him sharply, "Don't you see the situation we're in now? From the moment we sent the first batch of children, we've been in the same boat with those New Yorkers! If we want to avoid sinking, we have to tie ourselves to them even tighter!"

He spoke slowly, "They're not just any ordinary gangsters. They're backed by influential figures in the entertainment industry, Wall Street, and even Washington. Do you think we can survive if we offend them?"

".Farke!"

Old Mike swore a rare word.

The reason why he was willing to work for Gus was simply because he felt that he didn't have much time left and wanted to save a large sum of money for his only relative, his little granddaughter.

But what was supposed to be drug trafficking has now turned into human trafficking!
He is a retired policeman. After coming to Chicago, he taught himself knowledge of drug bulk channels and routes for many years in order to make money.

Now, I've changed my career again!
This is not my major!

"I'll call Rorschach later, but I don't think he'll be willing to help." Old Mike sighed and walked out of the office with his phone.

Gus's face also looked a little ugly. When he thought that Rorschach might reject him again, his eyes involuntarily turned to the safe fixed on the closet.

It contained all the criminal records of Rorschach before he joined the army. Although the victims were almost all heinous drug dealers and gang members, in this country, at least the law was still followed...

As long as this information is exposed, Rorschach will only be able to be a policeman in prison.

No, if this kid goes to jail, he probably won't survive a night.

In Fox River Prison, at least half of the serious criminals were arrested by Rorschach himself!

night.

Rorschach did not refuse Old Mike's invitation and came to the fried chicken shop opened by Gus alone again.

He didn't have much affection for Gus, but he did have some for Old Mike.

Rorschach remembered that he was only thirteen years old at the time and his mother died unexpectedly. In order to give his mother a decent funeral, he was forced to join Gus's drug trafficking group.

Gus gave him two options when he first joined. One was to help him distribute the drugs on the streets or even on campus, and the other was to help him assassinate drug dealers in other territories.

Without any hesitation, Rorschach chose the second path, and the teacher who trained him in shooting at that time was Old Mike.

But the focus tonight is obviously not on this old man.

Rorschach casually picked up a ballpoint pen and scribbled on the napkin, while opposite him was Gus, who was almost at the limit of his patience.

That's right, he once again refused the black man's request to help him transport the children.

Gus stared at Rorschach. He gave Rorschach countless chances, but this kid seemed to really think that he had grown strong enough to break free from his control.

"If there's nothing wrong with you, I'll leave first."

Rorschach yawned, gave Gus a cold look, and prepared to leave. "I'm going to start the night shift in a few days, and I have to adjust my body clock quickly."

"Don't look at me with such contempt!" Gus said expressionlessly, "You have no right to look down on me. Without me, your mother wouldn't even have a proper funeral!"

"Ha ha."

Rorschach casually wiped the napkin in his hand and replied with a smile: "Gus, I never meant to despise you."

Halfway through his speech, he raised his head, looked at Gus calmly, and said slowly: "I'm just not afraid of you, maybe you are just not used to this.

You always claim to be a businessman, dress tastefully and speak politely, but deep down you are still a despicable gangster.

Maybe you have killed so many people that you take it for granted that you can just call me over and make me obey you like those who are afraid of you.

But have you ever thought that I was never afraid of you from the beginning to the end?

Gus remained silent, and even Old Mike, who was sitting next to him, looked at Rorschach with a hint of surprise.

At this moment, he finally understood how Rorschach had always viewed Gus.

"You're walking on fucking thin ice!" Gus said, rising from his seat in a rage.

However, before he could react, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He glared at Rorschach fiercely, suppressed his anger and answered the phone. Immediately afterwards, Gus's face became extremely ugly.

"No matter how many people are on the other side, destroy all the goods first! Remember, destroy them all!"

After hanging up the phone, his face was extremely gloomy. He looked at Rorschach suspiciously, then ignored him and hurried out of the store.

It was obvious that they had encountered something very difficult.

Old Mike, who still didn't understand what was happening, wanted to catch up immediately. When he passed Rorschach, he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "You shouldn't treat Gus like that, especially when he has the leverage over you."

Rorschach ignored him and glanced at what he had scribbled on the napkin—a raging bull.

"There are two kinds of police in this world: bullfighters and doormats."

He looked up at Old Mike and asked, "Guess which one I am?"

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