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Chapter 3 Never anger a man who has nothing!

"I had a good job until my boss accused me of theft."

"Shit! Better call Saul!!!"

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"I was out driving, minding my own business, until I got busted for DUI."

"Oh god! Better call saul!!!"

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"Hello everyone, I'm attorney Saul Goodman. Do you know what rights you have under the Constitution? It's okay if you don't know, because I do."

"I firmly believe that everyone in this country is innocent until proven guilty, and it is my job to make sure you never are!"

“Now, call me, Better call Saul!!!”

The blaring sound of a television came from a fried chicken fast food restaurant, sounding like an advertisement for some unscrupulous lawyer.

At the door of the store, Rorschach, who had just finished his shift at the police station, was sitting in an old pickup truck, looking expressionlessly at the waiters and customers coming and going in the store. Only his right hand, which was tightly gripping the steering wheel with bulging veins, could reveal his inner irritation.

If possible, he really wanted to pull the handbrake, step on the floor gas, crash into the store, and crush the guy named Gus into a piece of rotten meat!
OK, the fantasy moment is over.

Although the guy in the film is one of the biggest drug lords in Chicago and is now involved in a child trafficking case, Rorschach is just a policeman who has the upper hand over him and has to do dirty work for him.

Calling him a corrupt cop might be a bit of an exaggeration. Rorschach prefers to use "Infernal Affairs" to describe his relationship with Gus.

That's right, he is an undercover agent planted by Gus in the Chicago Police Department!

It's dramatic, yet also tragic; this is the true portrayal of Rorschach today.

"Sang Aofu bitch, maybe I'm the worst transmigrator out there."

Rorschach flicked the cigarette butt away in annoyance, opened the car door, and walked towards the fast food restaurant.

In fact, it is not quite accurate to describe Rorschach's identity as a time traveler. After all, when he opened his eyes and came into this world, he was just a baby.

Maybe it was because he didn't drink Mengpo soup completely in his previous life, so he was punished and came to such a shitty world with his memories.

Next to the store door, Rorschach glanced at an old white man sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the door and walked into the store.

He did not rush to the front desk to order food, but casually found a seat with his back against the wall and sat down first, then silently watched the lawyer advertisements playing on TV in a loop.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was time to close the store. All the customers had left, and there were only a few employees left.

After the last clerk in work clothes left, a middle-aged black man wearing a light yellow shirt and a pair of gold glasses slowly sat down opposite Rorschach.

He is the owner of this fast food restaurant chain, and also the Chicago tycoon Gustavo Fring, who had called Rorschach not long ago and planted him in the police station.

Although he is a black man, his hairstyle and clothes are very meticulous, and he looks like an elite in upper society.

"Rorschach, I remember I've told you more than once that unless there are special circumstances, I'm the only one who can contact you."

Gus stared at Rorschach before him and spoke slowly, his voice magnetic and majestic, carrying unquestionable authority. "Well, if you've come to me now, it better be because you have urgent intelligence that can't be delayed."

Rorschach also looked directly at the D-grade emperor of Chicago, and his gaze was even more oppressive than Gus's.

That was the cold temperament that he had forged during his military service, during countless paratrooper forced landings, and when he had to break through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It was like a sharp knife, piercing Gus's heart.

“Why kidnap and sell children?”

Gus was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he replied calmly: "Rorschach, are you questioning me?"

Without waiting for Rorschach's reply, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't forget who you are. If it weren't for me, you would have died in the mud of the South Side more than a decade ago! It was me who rescued you from the gangs, and it was me who funded your schooling. Even every penny spent on your mother's funeral was mine!"

"But what about you? Not only are you completely ungrateful, you even enlisted in the army as soon as you came of age just to get away from me. Do you know how much money I spent bribing those government crooks to get you transferred back to Chicago?!" Gus's voice rose in pitch, his tone filled with threats. "You'll never escape my grasp, Rorschach. I have detailed footage and documentation of everything you've ever done for me. If even one of them gets out, not only will you never be able to be a police officer again, you'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

"So, if you have any regrets about questioning me just now, then go back and get the police station's information on the recent missing children case in Chicago!"

Rorschach was silent. The black man in front of him was right. When he was still a student, he did a lot of dirty work for Gus in order to survive.

Because he hated drugs, he never took on those street-shopping jobs, and what he did was more dangerous and dirty work.

Assassination!

That's right, when he was still a child, he relied on his innocent face and the Colt pistol in his pocket to help Gus assassinate several drug dealers who dared to sell drugs in his territory.

Rorschach did not feel any psychological pressure in killing drug dealers. This was a dog-eat-dog world. Others might take to the road of crime in order to survive, and so did he.

It was from that time that Gus made two discoveries:

First, a bullet fired from a child's gun is just as deadly as a bullet fired from an adult's gun!
Second, Rorschach has far more potential than he thinks.

So, Gus began to focus on training Rorschach, with the purpose of placing him in the Chicago Police Department and making him his insider in the police department.

Rorschach thought back to his past actions. He turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. After a long moment, he said calmly, "I do regret it, but what I regret is that I shouldn't have joined the army just to avoid you, running thousands of kilometers away from this country to fight an unjust war under the pretext of 'counter-terrorism.'"

He stood up from his chair, looked Gus straight in the eye, and said in a firm, cold voice, "I should have smashed your head in with that Colt right after I buried my mother."

"I'm not going to give you any information about the missing children, nor will I help you cover up your smuggling of them to New York. Forget it, Gus. If you want to fight to the death, I'll fight you to the bitter end!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the store, not wanting to stay here any longer.

Gus's face was extremely gloomy at this moment. He looked at Rorschach's back and his voice became extremely cold. "Rorschach, I have a piece of advice for you. The consequences of opposing me will definitely be more miserable and tragic than you can imagine."

Rorschach paused. He turned to look at Gus, who was clearly suppressing his anger, and a fearless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll also give you a piece of advice: never anger a man who has nothing!"

After Rorschach's figure completely disappeared in the store, Gus's stiff cheeks trembled slightly with anger.

This "dog" that he raised with his own hands has begun to bite its owner!

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Outside the store.

Rorschach didn't rush to get in the car and leave. He took out two cigarettes from his pocket calmly, lit them for himself, and then threw one to the old man who had been sitting on the bench reading a newspaper.

"I thought you would rush in and put a gun to my head and make me agree to Gus's request." Rorschach glanced at him calmly.

The white old man put down the newspaper, revealing a face full of vicissitudes and determination.

He held the cigarette Rorschach had thrown at him and shook his head expressionlessly, "He's my boss, and you were once my most outstanding student. I won't let myself get caught up in a conflicting situation."

"hehe."

Rorschach smiled sarcastically, then stubbed out his cigarette and said without turning his head, "That day will come sooner or later, Old Mike. I hope your gun barrel won't be rusty by then."

Rumble…

A string of black exhaust roared out, and Rorschach drove the pickup truck farther and farther away, leaving only Old Mike standing there thoughtfully.

At the same time, Rorschach, who was stepping on the accelerator, felt a ball of anger rising and burning in his heart. He urgently needed a place to vent his depression and anger.

Fortunately, he actually knew such a place, and this place was founded by his organization.

It's a club.

A club called [Fight Club]!
(End of this chapter)