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

Chapter 34: Mexican Twin Killers (asking for monthly tickets)
Rorschach took a note and quickly wrote down what Gus had just said on the phone with the Salamanca family.

Although he couldn't hear the voice on the phone, he could roughly infer from Gus's words that the black man seemed to want to reconcile with the Salamanca family.

To this end, he also invited the common boss of both parties, the Mexican drug lord, to Chicago to be a witness.

Apparently, Gus had recently suffered retaliation from the Salamanca family and suffered heavy losses.

The negotiation time is set for 10 o'clock tomorrow night, and the location is an abandoned park in the suburbs.

A three-party meeting, and all of them are drug dealers... This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for Rorschach.

If several drug dealers from different factions died in the same place, the police would only think that a dispute arose during negotiations among these groups, leading to a fight among the three parties, and no one would suspect him.

Although it is very difficult, as long as Gus can be eliminated, the extra risk is worth it.

Having made up his mind, he immediately called the Irish brothers, told them the license plate number provided by Old Mike, and asked them to hurry to New York to investigate.

Although Connor and Murphy have a bit of a bad temper, they both hate evil. Rorschach can rest assured if he lets them keep an eye on them first.

After he solved the trouble in Chicago, he rushed to New York to rescue Carl as soon as possible.

Rorschach specifically reminded them to be careful if anyone was following them. With the abilities of these two brothers, it would not be easy to ambush them if they were on guard.

Immediately afterwards, Rorschach made several phone calls to make backup arrangements.

Finally, I called the director again and asked for three days of leave, but the reply I got was that I should wait for him at home tonight.
Rorschach frowned in confusion, but agreed.

After everything was arranged, he couldn't help but look at the reflection of the second floor of the villa in the rearview mirror, which was Gus's study.

The safe in the study is filled with criminal information about himself.

Perhaps as soon as he killed Gus, someone would deliver this information to the city attorney's desk.

In the past, it was precisely because of the existence of this information that Rorschach had never made up his mind to get rid of Gus.

But this time, he decided to kill without hesitation.

The worst that can happen is that I’ll be on the run!
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In the South District, on a deserted street.

A man with tattoos all over his body and shifty eyes was leaning against a van parked on the side of the road.

Although he was lowering his head, he was always keeping an eye on the movements around him, waiting for the big customer who was about to come.

Soon, two pairs of leather shoes inlaid with silver skulls came into view.

When I looked up, I saw two bald brothers, over two meters tall and with burly builds, standing in front of me. They were wearing tight suits and had Mexican features on their faces.

"Haha, my dear Mexican brothers, you are very punctual." The tattooed boy forced a smile.

He wanted to exchange a few more words, but seeing the other party's cold expression, he swallowed and directly opened the car door.

The carriage was filled with all kinds of guns and ammunition, a dazzling array!

"Here's everything you want. The M14 sniper rifle. It has excellent combat performance and an effective range of over 800 meters, though the recoil is a bit strong."

"And this SG551 rifle, used by the Brazilian Air Force Special Forces. I spent a lot of money to get it."

"By the way, I've specially prepared hollow-point bullets for you. People in the Middle East call it the 'Black Death'. It has a nickel-plated copper-zinc alloy shell and a Hela Baroque bullet. Once the bullet is squeezed, it will immediately expand like a blooming intestine, haha." The tattooed man spoke in a fantastical way.

However, the Mexican brothers remained silent and just quietly packed their guns and bullets into their backpacks.

Then they looked at the tattooed man with cold eyes again.

".OK, here are the bulletproof vests you requested."

The tattooed man pulled out two white bulletproof vests from the car and said proudly, "Thermal-bonded non-woven Kevlar fiber, the feeling of blocking bullets is as comfortable as a nun giving you a hand job~" As he said that, he deliberately lifted the bottom edge of his clothes, revealing that he was wearing the same bulletproof vest underneath.

He winked. "It's a symbol of safety and comfort. I wear it every day."

Bang Bang Bang!
Before he could finish his words, one of the Mexican brothers had already shot him several times in the torso.

The tattooed man was beaten back repeatedly and finally fell to the ground.

Fortunately, all the bullets were blocked by his bulletproof vest and did not cause fatal injuries to him.

The tattooed man looked at the Mexican brothers angrily but dared not say a word. Fortunately, they seemed to be just testing the quality of their bulletproof vests.

After confirming that he was not dead, the Mexican brothers stuffed the bulletproof vest into a briefcase and threw a stack of US dollars and a photo at him.

"Where?" the Mexican brother asked indifferently, pointing at the man in the photo.

The tattooed man carefully put away the US dollars and looked at the photo.

The photo showed a man in a police uniform, and he recognized him immediately:

"Rorschach Butcher?!"

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Night, at home.

Rorschach soaked in the bathtub, clearing his mind and looking up at the ceiling.

On the small stool next to the bathtub, vodka, a mobile phone, two packs of cigarettes and an ashtray full of cigarette butts were placed casually.

"call"

Smoke and steam intertwined, and the bathroom seemed to be covered by a layer of ethereal gauze.

Rorschach put out his cigarette and was about to make a phone call to ask the director why he hadn't arrived yet, when his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and his eyes turned sharply towards the door.

At this moment, a bald Mexican killer had quietly sneaked into the corridor leading from the living room to the bathroom.

He pressed himself against the wall, automatic rifle in hand, and approached the bathroom cautiously.

When he reached the bathroom door, he slowly placed his hand on the door handle.

The next second, he pushed the door open.

Before anyone entered, the gun was already sweeping around the bathroom!
But unfortunately, there was no one in front of him except thick smoke and steam, and there was no one in the bathtub.

At this moment, a figure fell from above the door and hit him on the head with both feet!
The Mexican killer stumbled back and was about to turn the gun around when Rorschach rushed out, gripping his wrist tightly with his iron-like hands, pushing the gun to the side while punching him hard in the nose.

Simple and practical street fighting moves.

The nose is connected to the eye nerves. When the nose is hit hard, it will cause the other person's eyes to close for a moment!
Rorschach took the opportunity to reach out to the other person's waist and pulled out his hidden Glock pistol.

But just as he was about to shoot, a premonition of danger suddenly came!

He suddenly held the pistol horizontally to block his head!
"Bam—!"

There was a deafening explosion, and the pistol that blocked the bullet was directly hit and scrapped.

Gun Fighting - Quick Reaction!
At the same time, on the eaves of a three-story building more than 200 meters away,

The taciturn Mexican bald killer cursed for the first time after coming to North America:
"Walter-Fuck?!"

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