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Chapter 46 "A Gentle Breeze" (Please read and vote)
"Yea, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca"

"Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever (Although I am a neighbor of Robert DeNiro, I will always be that hip-hop kid) ~"

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"In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of (New York, dreams built of skyscrapers) ~"

“There’s nothing you can do now that you’re in New York City!!!”

Deafening hip-hop music roared in every corner of the villa. At the party, drunk men and women were everywhere, acting like animals.

Rorschach watched all this coldly, holding a strong cocktail called "Death Afternoon" in his hand.

The bartender said that this drink is also called "Seven Mouths of Drunkenness", which means that you will get drunk after the seventh sip.

Rorschach didn't believe this guy's nonsense. He simply felt that he needed some strong liquor to calm the continuous shock in his heart.

Not far away, a female host who was hailed as the "Queen of Talk Shows" and "the greatest black woman" by the media was enjoying the oral services of four or five male models like a queen.

Her fat and bloated body was lying on the chair, and she was obviously high, and she cast seductive glances at Rorschach from time to time.

In order to prevent himself from vomiting, Rorschach resisted the urge to punch the other person in the face and walked away with the wine glass.

He remembered clearly that when the MJ child molestation case broke out, this black woman was the first public figure to stand up and criticize.

She burst into tears in front of the camera, accused MJ of bringing shame to the black community, and stressed that public figures should have higher moral standards.

But if you combine it with the scene just now. Haha.

Rorschach sneered inwardly. He had no way of knowing whether MJ had actually committed the crimes the media had claimed. But he was now certain that this so-called "talk show queen" was nothing but a hypocritical bitch.

And hypocritical bitches like this are everywhere here.

Those so-called sports superstars, music moguls, and movie stars, under the catalysis of alcohol and drugs, tore off their disguises and staged one ugly scene after another.

Rorschach shook his head, collected his thoughts, and continued searching for the entrance to the villa's cellar.

According to Kardashian's previous revelations, he is convinced that the real crimes of these bigwigs are hidden beneath the manor.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you hiding here?"

An arm was placed on Rorschach's shoulders from behind. It was Maria, who had returned after being dragged away by Kardashian to meet her sisters.

Rorschach glanced at her. Her makeup and clothes were normal, and there was no trace of flour on her nostrils. However, she smelled a little more like alcohol.

The girl was obviously drunk, and she kept talking. "Just now, Kardashian took me to meet some black celebrities, all NBA basketball stars. Oh, and there was also a short guy named Kevin Hart. Haha, he's shorter than me!"

Rorschach looked in the direction she pointed and saw a black man, probably only about 1.5 meters tall, smiling at Maria.

"Shit, this guy looks like Shaquille O'Neal's pin."

Rorschach said casually, then continued to wander around the villa, quietly searching for the cellar entrance.

Maria laughed out loud at his words, holding his arm and shaking with laughter.

She seemed to be infected by the party, and her former cool temperament disappeared. She kept sharing the celebrity secrets she heard from Kardashian:
Beyoncé's love of backdoor sex, LeBron's bisexual rumors, Leonardo DiCaprio's love of naked parties...

These may not be of any interest to Rorschach, but for Maria, who is still a student, they satisfy her curiosity for gossip.

"Okay, okay, shut up now."

Rorschach glared at her impatiently and said, "If you have nothing to do, go and do it for someone else instead of bothering me."

Unexpectedly, Maria was not angry at all. Instead, she squatted down and reached out to his belt impatiently with both hands.

"Are you crazy?" Rorschach quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground.

"Didn't you ask me to do this?"

Maria clung to him. The alcohol and the exciting scenes around her made her unable to resist tempting Rorschach. "The party has just begun. We have plenty of time. Why not enjoy it first?"

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Rorschach looked up at the night sky speechlessly. He took a deep breath, pointed at Maria, and was about to scold her harshly.

But at this moment, his gaze suddenly froze and his pupils contracted slightly.

On the lawn at the corner ahead, several scratches of varying depths were faintly visible, distributed at regular intervals.

At this point, they were in the garden on the east side of the villa, very close to the back gate. Rorschach quickly formed a picture in his mind: a heavily loaded car driving in from the back gate. Due to the narrow path in the garden, the heavy load on the car was repeatedly dragged across the lawn, leaving these scratches.

"What's wrong?" Maria asked.

Rorschach shook his head, motioning her to be quiet, and then walked quickly in the direction of the scratch.

Maria immediately followed him upon seeing this. Judging from his posture, it was obvious that he had discovered something.

Sure enough, after turning a few corners, they found a beautifully decorated wooden house in a corner of the garden.

Outside the house, there was only a guard in a suit wandering around the door, swaying his body from time to time to the rhythm of music in the distance.

A smile appeared on Rorschach's face. He finally found the location of the cellar.

It seems that Puff Daddy had set up two entrances and exits for the cellar, one inside the villa, and the other was the garden cabin in front of them.

"Go back to the party now. If anyone asks about me, just say I'm not feeling well and left first." Rorschach instructed Maria.

However, Maria shook her head firmly after hearing this: "No, I want to go in with you too."

"Didn't we agree on this before we set off? I'll do my thing and you'll cover for me." Rorschach frowned.

"Look back, those guys are so drunk and drunk, why do you need me to protect you?"

Maria argued confidently, "And if I'm here, I can help you if you encounter any emergency."

"You'll pick me up?"

Rorschach looked at her with amusement. It was a good thing that this girl didn't cause trouble for him.

He shook his head, said no more, and quickly disappeared into the shadows, moving quickly towards the wooden house.

In Maria's eyes, Rorschach seemed to disappear in an instant, and in a few breaths he was lurking behind the black guard.

He raised his right hand, gestured a few times with his palm in the air towards the guard's temple, and then suddenly twisted his waist - snap!

A slap was thrown out like lightning, hitting the guard hard!
But what was surprising was that the guard seemed to be under a spell. He neither fell down nor fought back. He just lowered his head and stood stiffly in place!
Maria, who was hiding behind the wall, was stunned. After rushing to the cabin, she saw the guard who seemed to have fallen asleep while standing. She asked in shock, "How did he do that?"

Rorschach explained nonchalantly, "The KGB's signature move from the last century was called 'Gentle Breeze,' and it required tremendous speed and explosive power to achieve this effect."

"This guy is standing now, but he's completely unconscious. We have about thirty minutes."

Maria looked at Rorschach with disbelief. She really couldn't understand why a policeman could master the skills of a Russian agent.

The door of the cabin was not locked, and they walked in easily.

The house was empty, with only a few computers showing surveillance footage outside the villa and a tightly closed door leading to the underground.

"It seems we are lucky. That guy is responsible for monitoring and I caught him when he came out for some fresh air." Rorschach said casually.

Maria squatted on the ground and carefully examined the tightly closed cellar door. She shook her head and said, "I have to tell you some unfortunate news. This door is electronically locked and requires a password to open."

Rorschach glanced at the cellar door, then walked over to a computer mainframe and began to disassemble it skillfully.

"What are you doing?" Maria asked in confusion.

Rorschach replied calmly, "Electronic door locks are all magnetic, and ordinary magnetic locks can be broken by strong rare earth magnets. Fortunately, most people have these things at home."

Click——!
He pulled out a chip-like electromagnetic panel from the mainframe and shook it at Maria: "It's in the computer's hard drive."

Rorschach then removed the handle of the cellar door and forced the chip in.

After a while, there was a crisp sound of mechanical loosening.

The cellar door slowly opened.

Maria looked at Rorschach's expert handling of the situation, her curiosity growing uncontrollable. "You...what did you do before? Were you a police officer or a CIA agent?"

Rorschach reached out and felt the airflow in the cellar, then smiled without looking up.

"I used to be a black cop working for drug dealers. Now, I'm a scavenger cleaning up the world's garbage."

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