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Chapter 32 Carl: "Damn old man, I'm fucking you"

The screams of sirens echoed rapidly in the streets, tearing the air.

When Rorschach hurriedly arrived at the scene, the area was surrounded by a tight cordon.

He looked up and saw a shroud lying quietly on the ground.

As for who was in the package, the previous phone call had already given him the answer.

"Boss."

"Team leader."

"Rorschach..."

Seeing Rorschach's arrival, the members of the homicide squad seemed to have found a support. They called out different names and gathered around him.

A female officer, her eyes red and her voice choked with emotion, explained, "We were scattered across the North District searching for clues to the homicide. Martin went to the police station alone to request a police dog, but he was attacked on the way. When we arrived... Martin had already been shot and collapsed."

Rorschach stood there in silence, staring at the dark shroud in front of him.

After a long time, he gently patted the policewoman on the shoulder to comfort her, then crossed the cordon and came to the body.

He slowly unzipped the shroud, revealing Martin's blood-stained face.

He was shot in the back of the head and the bullet exited through his forehead. His wrists bore marks of friction from being tied up, and his knees were covered in dust and wear marks.

Martin was apparently forced to his knees and then fatally shot in the back.

This is the favorite execution-style murder method of Mexican drug traffickers!

Looking at the young face in the body bag, even Rorschach, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

He remembered that Martin had joined the homicide squad earlier than him, and at first he was dissatisfied with the parachuted-in team leader. However, after working together to solve cases several times, Martin's attitude gradually changed.

Not only did he call him "Boss" with a smile every day, but he also did his best to complete the tasks he assigned.

Therefore, Rorschach invited Martin to his home for drinks many times. Perhaps it was this closeness that made Martin the target of Gus.

"Sorry, brother."

Rorschach reached out and tried to wipe the blood off Martin's face, but the dried blood was firmly attached to his cheeks and could not be wiped off no matter how hard he tried.

At this moment, a clean handkerchief was handed to him, and Ginny followed him, her eyes full of worry.

She originally thought that Rorschach would explode in anger, but his silence at this moment made her even more distressed.

"Is it because of that phone call?" Ginny asked softly. "What are you going to do?"

Rorschach carefully wiped Martin's face, staring at the young and calm face. He replied in a low voice:
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

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A food processing factory in the suburbs.

Gus slowly turned off the water and dried his hands meticulously with a towel.

He couldn't remember the last time he fired a gun himself, but in order to let Rorschach understand the consequences of angering him, Gus didn't mind sending those around him into the abyss one by one with his own hands.

"Let me go! Damn it!"

A childish but angry voice came from behind. It was Frank's youngest son Carl.

Although his hands and feet were tied, there was no fear on Carl's face. Instead, he cursed loudly at Gus, Old Mike and the others.

Old Mike smacked Carl's head hard, signaling him to be quiet. Then, turning to Gus with a gloomy expression, he whispered, "The woman in the Gallagher family who has the best relationship with Rorschach should be Fiona, right? Rorschach is her first love. If you want revenge on Rorschach, wouldn't kidnapping Fiona be more direct? Why go after a child?"

"Do you think Rorschach would feel bad for the death of a promiscuous woman?"

Gus looked unmoved at Carl, who was still yelling in front of him, and sneered, "Of the Gallagher family, this kid is the only one who's been close to Rorschach in recent years. Even his tuition this semester was paid by Rorschach. Now, because of his decision, another innocent life is about to be lost."

After listening to their conversation, Carl finally understood.

It turned out that these guys captured him to take revenge on Rorschach.

He immediately cursed at Gus, "Damn it, damn it, Niko! If you kill me, Rorschach will definitely avenge me!"

Gus didn't even show any interest in replying, but simply pulled his phone out of his pocket while simultaneously reaching for the gun offered by his men.

He wanted to execute the child himself, and then send the death video to Rorschach, so that he could taste the pain of loss again.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, Old Mike suddenly stood in front of him.

Gus's face instantly darkened, and he was about to lose his temper when Old Mike leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

After he finished speaking, Gus's eyes changed slightly, and the look he gave Carl became a little weird.

"Him? Isn't he a little old? He looks like he is over ten years old." He hesitated.

"Although the child is a little older than originally planned, it's better than nothing."

Old Mike couldn't stand this act of killing a child. He stubbornly persuaded, "Killing him now will only anger Rorschach, which is meaningless. Why not send him to New York? Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?"

Seeing Gus still wavering, Old Mike hastily added, "The police are investigating missing children cases very closely right now. It's simply impossible to send away a dozen children at once like before. This child is just one person, after all. Any car can easily transport him, and this way we can give New York an explanation."

Looking at Carl who was still cursing at him, Gus smiled slightly, "Although his mouth stinks a bit, he looks quite well-behaved."

He nodded slightly, put away his pistol, and then waved his hand and ordered, "Send a group of people to take him to New York right now. The meeting place is still the same place."

"So soon? Aren't you going to lock him up for a few days first?" Old Mike was a little surprised.

"The longer the night, the more trouble there is. From what I know about Rorschach, this kid will definitely seek revenge like a mad dog soon. Let's get rid of him first to avoid trouble."

"……Understood."

A few minutes later.

Old Mike grabbed Carl's neck and dragged him towards the car outside the factory.

He glanced at the escorting gunmen around him, frowned, and whispered to Karl, "If you have a chance on the road, run as far as you can. If you're still transported to New York, then... you're on your own."

As he said this, Old Mike seemed a little reluctant and took out an energy bar from his pocket and stuffed it into Carl's arms.

"New York?" Carl looked at him in confusion. "Wotfuck? Why are you sending me to New York?"

Old Mike sighed secretly. He originally wanted to delay for a few days to see if there was a chance to rescue Carl, but he didn't expect Gus to be so anxious this time.

He explained softly, "There's a bunch of rich and powerful guys over there who love little boys like you. Also, this energy bar isn't for you to eat. If you want to survive in New York, you should practice using it as a weapon first."

"what?"

Before Karl could react, he was stuffed directly into the trunk of the car.

In the darkness, Carl recalled what Old Mike had just said and touched the thick black energy bar in his hand...

The next second, he finally understood and let out a desperate scream.

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