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

Chapter 47 Where did you hide the dagger?! (Please read and vote for me)

It was completely different from the noise and drunkenness in the manor villa above.

At this moment, in a secret room deep in the cellar, several well-dressed men and women were leisurely enjoying whiskey and cigars, listening to classic country music, and chatting and laughing.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the host of the party, Sean Combs, the Diddy, was also present and was the only black face in the group.

The remaining men and women were all white, and most of them looked to be over 60 years old.

"Mr. Senator, try this. It's a Cohiba BHK56. I just bought it at an auction not long ago."

As Puff Daddy spoke, he handed a freshly opened cigar box to a silver-haired old man.

The old man was obviously an expert in cigar appreciation. When he heard that it was BHK56, he immediately became interested. He took one out of the box and put it close to his nose to taste it carefully.

Then, Puff Daddy handed out other carefully prepared gifts one by one.

Seeing the satisfaction on everyone's faces, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

These old guys are almost all high-ranking members of the Democratic Party, including state legislators, senators, and even the governor's secretary.

The reason why he can get along with both black and white in New York is because of his close relationship with these high-ranking officials of the Democratic Party.

He provided a place where these people could enjoy themselves to their heart's content, and used his gangsters to do some dirty work for them in exchange for many business conveniences.

"Underwood said you have some great stuff here that Washington doesn't have, but I've been here all this time, why haven't I seen any?"

The speaker was an old woman wearing a red woolen coat and a pearl necklace on her chest.

She is thin and has very prominent cheekbones.

He looks like a moving, laughing skeleton of Meryl Streep, yet exudes a majesty that cannot be underestimated.

Diddy did not dare to neglect him at all. The old lady is the current Speaker of the House of Representatives and the first female Speaker in history.

The second-in-command of the party, a top boss who calls the shots in North American politics!

He was able to connect with the other party thanks to the equally playful Parliamentary Whip, Mr. Underwood.

Without any unnecessary explanation, Diddy opened the drawer, took out a thick photo album, and presented it respectfully with both hands.

"Ms. Pei, please look."

He pointed to the photo album and hinted, "These were all sent from all over the country in the past two weeks. They are absolutely safe and reliable."

Ms. Pelari raised her eyebrows slightly, put down her wine glass, and began to flip through the book casually.

The album was full of naked photos of children, both boys and girls, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

The child's age and room number are detailed below each photo.

The surrounding parliamentarians were also attracted and leaned over to watch, their faces filled with inexplicable excitement.

Before Pellari finished looking, several children were selected and Puff Daddy immediately arranged for his men to send them to the designated rooms.

The purpose is self-evident
Pelari continued to slowly flip through the photo album. Compared with her colleagues who were eager to choose, she seemed to be enjoying the children's terrified expressions rather than simply choosing someone.

Soon, the album turned to the last page.

Diddy was secretly anxious, fearing that the other party would not like any of them.

At this moment, the old woman pointed to the last photo, a playful smile on her lips: "Let's pick him, he looks quite pleasing."

Diddy looked up and saw that the photo was of Carl, who had just been sent from Chicago two days ago and was glaring at the camera!
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At the same time, as soon as Rorschach stepped into the cellar, he made a gesture to Maria to keep quiet.

In front of them was a khaki corridor covered with sound-absorbing cotton, and there was a corner not far away.

Rorschach pressed himself against the wall, quietly walked to the corner, listened attentively, and then quickly peeked out.

Ahead was a hundred-meter-long corridor with doors on both sides tightly closed like prison cells. Two security guards in suits stood in the aisle.

"two."

Rorschach looked up at the ceiling. Just like the interior of the manor, there was no surveillance equipment installed.

He waved to Maria and whispered something in the girl's ear.

Soon, a scantily clad girl suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Maria pretended to be confused: "Hello, I seem to be lost. Where is this place?"

As she spoke, she deliberately lowered the straps of her tube top.

The security guards exchanged glances, and one of them stepped forward quickly: "How did you get in? Only invited guests are allowed in here."

Maria pointed behind her with an innocent look on her face.

"Fuck, Dwyane can't even guard the gate!"

The security guard cursed and dragged Maria away.

As he turned the corner, his pupils suddenly constricted, but he was too late to react. He was hit on the head and collapsed to the ground. Seeing his companion's inactivity, another security guard approached with a frown. Just as he began to speak, he was elbowed in the temple and also fell to the ground.

"Yes! This is more exciting than killing someone!" Maria exclaimed excitedly, pulling out the pistol from the security guard's waist and throwing it to Rorschach.

"Take it for self-defense. Remember, don't fire it unless it's absolutely necessary." Rorschach threw the gun back.

"You want to fight them with your bare hands?" Maria asked in surprise.

Rorschach crouched before each door, listening to the noises inside while softly explaining, "We haven't found any evidence yet. If we use our guns directly, it's easy to alert the enemy and cause them to move the evidence."

Maria nodded thoughtfully, then asked curiously, "So what exactly is the evidence? What are you looking for?"

"You'll know then."

Rorschach didn't say much, his fingertips gently stroking the sound-absorbing cotton on the wall.

These damn soundproofing materials turned every room into a closed secret room, and I couldn't hear anything going on inside.

He turned the first doorknob at random—and to his surprise, it was unlocked.

The moment the door was pushed open, more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at me.

They all wore black suits, with walkie-talkies on their chests and unfinished hamburgers on the table.

"Wat-fuck?"

This turned out to be an employee lounge, with a dozen guards in suits sitting inside!
"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing the friendly greeting from inside, Rorschach sighed, rushed into the room, and closed the door behind him.

Maria was slightly stunned, then immediately trotted to the door.

All I could hear was a slight groan of pain, occasionally interspersed with the crisp sound of broken bones.

She stood there somewhat bewildered.

How many people are there in here?!

Inside the room, Rorschach was leaning against the wall, using his fists and feet to face the attacks of a dozen guards.

The left jab shattered the bridge of the nose!

A right hook breaks the ribs!

The elbow swings and smashes the shoulder blade!

The three actions were completed within 0.8 seconds, and the three enemies fell to the ground one after another like broken sacks.

The instantaneous explosive power granted by extreme fighting techniques was fully demonstrated at this moment.

When the black muzzle of the gun was raised, his whip kick had already swept across the wrist holding the gun.

With the crisp sound of shin bones colliding with wrist bones, the pistol spun and flew towards the ceiling.

Then another "headbutt" hit the opponent's nose, and blood splattered.

Rorschach casually shook the blood off his hands.

Although there were still seven or eight people surrounding him, with his current combat power, it would be easy for him to deal with these guys in a narrow space even with his bare hands.

However, Maria outside the door had no idea what was going on inside.

In her opinion, Rorschach couldn't use a gun and had no other weapons, so going in would undoubtedly be suicide.

Suddenly, she thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and then put her hand into her skirt.

At this moment, Rorschach was twisting a guard's arm backwards and breaking it, but the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Maria didn't have time to see what was going on inside. When she saw Rorschach's position, the dagger in her hand flew over accurately.

Without thinking too much, Rorschach quickly pulled out the scabbard, slashed the dagger from bottom to top, and the tip of the blade accurately opened the wrist artery of the nearest enemy.

Before the blood could splatter, he had already dodged the attack from the enemy on the other side by stepping sideways, grabbed the wrist with his left hand and twisted it, and stabbed the dagger into the opponent's armpit.

Then, the blade spun in the air like a top, and when it was held in the backhand, it pierced the heart of the person behind him.

Using the weight of his body to press down, he cut with the knife and ripped it open!
The shortest path, the fastest killing!
The secrets of the Filipino Cali cold weapon fighting technique were displayed in Rorschach's hands as accurately as muscle memory.

In just a few seconds, with the help of the power of extreme fighting techniques, the remaining eight guards all fell in a pool of blood.

The speed was so fast that most people didn't even have time to draw their guns.

Rorschach was playing with the scabbard in his left hand and was about to say thank you to Maria, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Why is this dagger so sticky and smells fishy...

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