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

Chapter 255 Street Fury
Inside a safe house in Toronto.

After Rorschach hung up the phone, the Spectre members, who were originally preparing to rest, instantly erupted into chaos, all as anxious as ants on a hot plate.

Some people were busy contacting friends to inquire about the whereabouts of the "Southern Cocktail" antidote, while others were discussing ways to slow down the poisoning. Even the usually calm Harold was focused on his laptop, using the machine's vast database to search for an antidote.

The reason this organization is united is entirely due to Rorschach's actions in helping them seek revenge and his personal charisma. If Rorschach were to die from the poison, this nascent organization would likely crumble instantly.

"The most urgent task right now is not to detoxify."

Luo Xia's voice, though calm, was clearly weak, coming through the hands-free phone.

Downstairs at the Panama Hotel, Rorschach rushed out the door.

Looking at the bustling streets and endless stream of cars at nine o'clock in the evening, he swallowed hard: "It will take at least an hour and a half to get from here to the location designated by the elder. I can feel my heartbeat slowing down again. How am I going to make it there?"

Harold typed on the keyboard without looking up: "Theoretically, adrenaline injection is the most direct, but one injection only lasts for ten minutes. An ordinary person would be crippled even if they survived three injections. Although you have a strong physique, relying solely on adrenaline injections would cause heart failure even with the antidote. It's best to stimulate adrenaline from within the body."

"Internal activation?"

Rorschach shoved aside the tourists who were about to board the bus and pulled the driver out through the window. As the driver angrily raised his fist, Rorschach threw ten thousand dollars at him.

He jumped into the driver's seat and asked into the headset, "How do we trigger it? Through emotions? Anger?"

When he learned that the elder wanted him to kneel down and beg for mercy before giving him the antidote, the anger that surged to his head caused his heart, which was on the verge of stopping, to suddenly pound violently, and it is still beating at a high frequency now.

Clearly, strong emotions can indeed inhibit the spread of toxins and delay the onset of poisoning.

Harold nodded and said in a deep voice, "Emotions do have an effect, but it's only a short-term stimulus, at most maintaining an accelerated heart rate for a few minutes. There is a way to truly and continuously produce adrenaline."

"any solution?"

"Exercise! High-intensity exercise!"

"Damn it!"

Luo Xia cursed, and the taxi slammed on the brakes, blocking the road. Vehicles behind swerved to avoid it, and the drivers leaned out of their windows and cursed loudly.

He kicked open the car door and looked at the tourists gradually gathering on both sides of the street, as well as the cars honking their horns behind him.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes began to distort, and an eerie halo appeared at the edges of my vision—this was a precursor to a heart attack, and my heartbeat was rapidly slowing down.
Remembering Harold's advice, Rorschach took a deep breath, and the next second—

Tear!

His T-shirt was roughly torn to shreds, revealing his sharply defined muscles.

His sculpted physique, coupled with his menacing face, immediately drew everyone's attention.

Keen-eyed passersby recognized him as bearing a striking resemblance to Rorschach Butcher on the wanted poster and retreated in alarm.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present heard a deafening roar, and then a figure flashed by as Rorschach sped away at a speed exceeding that of a car, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye at the end of the street.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Rorschach sprinted wildly through the streets, completely ignoring the horrified stares of passersby, with only one thought in his mind: to storm the financial building and personally twist off the elder's head!

Under the dual stimulation of extreme running and rage, adrenaline is secreted wildly.

He could feel his heart, which had been on the verge of stopping, begin to beat strongly again, and his distorted vision gradually returned to clear.

"efficient."

As Rorschach sped up, he panted as he said to Harold, "His heartbeat has returned to normal, but I don't think it will last long. We'll have to think of something else."

Inside the safe house in Toronto, the group, speaking over the phone with heavy breathing, explained that Rorschach was using extreme sports to stimulate his adrenaline.

They breathed a slight sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't an acutely toxic poison that could kill instantly, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“I’m searching for the nearest pharmacy that carries adrenaline injections,” Harold typed rapidly. “I’ve already contacted the city’s helicopter rental company; a helicopter will be here to pick you up soon.”

"No need!"

Rorschach refused decisively: "Forget the helicopter, just tell me the location of the pharmacy."

The situation is urgent. Although the toxin is still acting up, thankfully, exercise is helping to maintain a heartbeat. If we were in a helicopter and encountered a surface-to-air missile attack, we wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

He didn't believe the High Table Elders would be so kind as to obediently offer him the antidote once he arrived.

“I understand. Don’t give up so easily, Rorschach. I don’t believe that mere poison can really harm you.”

"Hahaha"

Rorschach laughed heartily: "Give up? I'm just figuring out how to send that guy to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Xia leaped several times, continuing his sprint with an astonishing speed far exceeding that of sprint legend Bolt and enough to break the world record.

Meanwhile, the High Table Elders, hated by the entire Ghost Party, were leisurely watching the surveillance footage along the way.

When he saw Rorschach suddenly swerve and rush into a 24-hour pharmacy during his frantic run, he smiled slyly and took a satisfied sip of red wine.

"Oh!"

"Welcome Light"

Inside the pharmacy, a female clerk who was secretly playing on her phone behind the counter looked up when she heard the voice. She was about to greet the person, but froze on the spot the moment she saw who it was.

The man's bare upper body was covered in sweat, which slid down his well-defined muscles under the light, creating a visually striking tension.

But in stark contrast to this perfect physique was his fierce and cold face.

"Adrenaline!"

Rorschach slammed a wad of banknotes on the counter, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the other man: "Take as much as you have, now!"

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The female shop assistant was silent for a few seconds, looking at Luo Xia's fierce expression, and took a half step back tremblingly: "Two hours ago, a man bought all the adrenaline in the store, and now there isn't a single drop left."

"what?!"

Rorschach frowned.

The sound of Harold and the others gasping for breath could be heard through the earpiece, followed by a burst of curses: "It was definitely the High Table who did it!"

"Damn it! Those bastards are incredibly meticulous in their work!"

"So, they've drained the entire city of adrenaline?"

As Luo Xia listened to his companions' analysis, his eyes grew increasingly gloomy, and he remained silent.

He could clearly feel his heartbeat slowing down again, and there was still a full hour's journey to the place the elders had agreed upon.

“Rorschach, there’s a motorcycle by the roadside! The biggest private hospital in town is just twenty kilometers away,” Harold suggested urgently. “They definitely have adrenaline on hand, maybe.”

"It won't be of any use."

Rorschach calmly refuted this: "Given the High Table's style, the entire city's adrenaline has probably been depleted. They wouldn't leave such an obvious flaw."

"What the hell do we do?" Harold pounded his fists on the keyboard in frustration.

Surprisingly, Rorschach remained unusually calm at this moment.

Feeling his heartbeat gradually weakening, he suddenly asked, "I don't have the strength to run anymore, but I still have ways to stimulate adrenaline secretion."

"any solution?"

Rorschach smirked, his gaze falling on the trembling female shop assistant in front of him. The girl was in her early twenties, with the healthy tan skin typical of Latin Americans, a pure and lovely face, and a curvaceous figure. At first glance, she even bore a striking resemblance to Hollywood star Jessica Alba.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he suddenly asked.

"No, no," the girl stammered.

Rorschach sighed softly, took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote down a string of numbers in a flamboyant style, and slammed it heavily on the counter.

One million US dollars!

He said earnestly, "For the next hour, be my girlfriend. This money is yours!"

"Are you... are you sick in the head?"

The girl didn't believe the check was worth a million dollars and took out her phone to call the police.

Luo Xia snatched her phone away, staring intently at her: "I'm not kidding! Just one hour! Name your price if you think it's too little!"

"Ah!"

The girl, who had initially been somewhat frightened, became furious and laughed, tearing the check to shreds: "Do you think I'm an idiot? You think I can just grab a piece of scrap paper and say it's worth a million? If you're really that rich, show me ten thousand in cash first!"

Luo Xia was stunned. He didn't want a million, but insisted on ten thousand?
Although he didn't understand, he respected the other person's choice.

Without saying a word, he pulled out a stack of US dollars from his pocket, a neat stack of ten thousand US dollars, not a penny less.

The girl stared at the stack of genuine banknotes, momentarily speechless.

Keep in mind that at that time, the average salary in Panama was only around six hundred US dollars. It would take an ordinary Panamanian one to save up ten thousand US dollars by working for one or two years without eating or drinking.

"I"

"I come!"

A thick, gluten-like hand suddenly slapped onto the banknotes.

Luo Xia looked up and saw a chubby girl, about 1.5 meters tall and weighing over 200 pounds, looking like a stone block come to life, winking at him: "Handsome~ You can do whatever you want with me for the next hour~"

"Holyshit."

Luo Xia swallowed hard, feeling his already slow heartbeat almost stop.

Fortunately, the innocent-looking girl snatched back the money, glared at the chubby girl, and reluctantly raised her chin at Luo Xia: "Fine. I'll reluctantly be your girlfriend for an hour. But I'm warning you, don't even think about messing around. I've never had a boyfriend before, you—"

"Time is running out!"

Luo Xia grabbed the girl's wrist and, amidst her gasp, lifted her up in his arms.

Before she could react, she had already been shoved into the front seat of a motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

With the engine roaring, by the time the driver came to his senses, the two had already disappeared around the corner.

"What...what do you want to do?" The girl on the front seat of the motorcycle was tense, her voice trembling: "We agreed that it was just a pretend girlfriend. If you dare to do anything wrong, I'll call the police immediately!"

"Huhu."

Rorschach's heavy breathing rang in my ears.

At this moment, the scene before his eyes began to shake again, and the edges of his vision gradually blurred.

He involuntarily reached forward and grasped that full breast.

“I’m sorry, I know this is going too far,” Rorschach’s voice was hoarse, “but I’ve been poisoned, and this is the only way to slow down the poisoning. I swear in the name of Rorschach Butcher that I will compensate you tenfold afterward—ten thousand, a million, whatever you want!”

The girl, who had been struggling, suddenly froze, turned her head sharply, and stared wide-eyed at the man's face behind her: "You're really Rorschach Butcher?!"

“Yes,” Rorschach replied, his hands still moving.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly forgot her discomfort and screamed excitedly, "Rorschach Butcher! God! I met Rorschach Butcher! Mom, did you see that?! I'm riding a motorcycle with the legendary fugitive!"

Seeing her so excited that she couldn't contain herself, Luo Xia was confused and couldn't figure it out.

The girl suddenly turned around, hugged his waist tightly, and cheered incoherently, "It really is Rorschach Butcher, haha, I'm so happy I'm about to faint!"

Her eyes reddened, and she choked as she recounted the past.

After hearing her story, Luo Xia felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

It turns out that the girl's father was a firefighter who died in the line of duty on 9/11. Because the compensation was delayed, her mother took her to Latin America to make a living, where they suffered greatly.

It wasn't until Rorschach's public trial, which shocked the world, that the federal government was forced to release the long-overdue pensions.

Now, the mother and daughter have used the money to open a pharmacy in the city center, and their lives have finally started to improve.

"what!"

Rorschach smiled knowingly.

Good deeds will indeed be rewarded.

The girl clung to him like a koala, exclaiming excitedly, "Thanks to you, my mom and I were given a new lease on life! My room is full of your clippings! You're my only idol! Oh my god! I'm Rorschach's girlfriend now! Hahaha!"

The girl burst into excited laughter halfway through her sentence, her face beaming with happiness and smugness at meeting her idol.

"By the way, my name is Jessica, but you can call me Jessie~ that's what my family calls me!" The girl had completely lost her initial resistance and was now biting her lip, frequently giving Luo Xia flirty looks.

Seeing her like this, Luo Xia was completely relieved of his psychological burden.

He said in a deep voice, "Very well, Jesse. What I'm about to do might make you uncomfortable, but after it's over, I'll give you a check that's enough to live on for the rest of your life."

"What do you want to do?" Jessica asked, blinking her big eyes knowingly.

The next second, Luo Xia flipped her over, forcing her hands to brace herself on the motorcycle handlebars, her body leaning forward.

Just as she screamed in surprise, she suddenly felt a cool breeze brush against her back—when she turned around, she saw that her skirt had been pulled down to her knees.

"Sorry, Jesse."

Luo Xia stared at the rounded curves covered in stockings in front of him, feeling his heart pounding faster and faster, and gritted his teeth to step forward!
"All of this is for world peace!!!"

For the next half hour, passersby in downtown Panama City witnessed a scene that would be considered astonishing even by Latin American standards:
Rorschach and Jessica were rocking back and forth on the motorcycle at 160 miles per hour, putting on a show of speed and passion!
If this weren't in the passionate and vibrant Latin America, he would have been stopped and arrested by the police long ago in any other place.

Meanwhile, inside the safe house in Toronto, everyone fell into an awkward silence as they listened to the intermittent panting coming from the phone.

Harold coughed lightly, trying to defuse the situation: "This is a necessary detoxification method. Rorschach had no choice. I believe that Rorschach must be in great pain right now."

Everyone nodded, pretending to understand.

But just then, a hurried command came through the phone from Rorschach:
"Squeeze tighter!"

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Meanwhile, as the motorcycle sped along, the two quickly approached the financial building.

However, at this moment, squads of assassins in black had already blocked off the streets.

When the motorcycle roared in, the assassins were stunned by the astonishing scene inside. The leader even blurted out:

"Wow! Is this some kind of acrobatic performance?!"

(End of this chapter)