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Chapter 5 Eye of Judgment
early morning.

Although it was another sunny day, the police officers in the Chicago Midtown Police Station were silent and sat upright, only their ears occasionally turning to listen towards the chief's office.

"You are the most irresponsible police officer I have ever seen!"

"Fuck!"

"You bastard, you killed someone and just walked away? Are you a cop or a gangster?!"

"Do you know how many complaint calls I received yesterday?"

"I'm going to fire you!"

Chief Griffin's furious roar passed through the wooden door unhindered and reached the ears of every police officer outside.

They all looked at each other, with gloating smiles on their faces.

It's not that I'm happy to see Rorschach get humiliated, I just simply like seeing a capable colleague get scolded.

As for dismissal?

It's fine to just listen to this kind of talk, but the director kept saying he wanted to fire Rorschach, but once the hype died down, not only was he not fired, but his position was promoted faster than Musk's rocket.

At that moment in the office, facing the oncoming spit attack, Rorschach helplessly spread his hands and explained: "It was that guy who shot at me first, the Glock 43X. I waited until he had emptied all ten rounds before I fired back. I was purely defending myself."

"Self-preservation?"

Across the desk, a middle-aged white man with a potbelly and wearing a white police uniform burst into laughter when he heard this.

He pointed at a photo of the scene on the table and cursed silently, "You shot him eight times in self-defense? And you used twelve-gauge shotgun shells! This guy may be black, but he's not Blade!"

"Well, you know Chief, I'm insecure."

"How dare you talk back?!"

The director immediately became unable to sit still. He stood up, picked up the ashtray on the table and was about to hit Rorschach on the head.

Ginny, who had not dared to speak since she came in, hurried forward to stop him when she saw this, but her body was no match for the director who weighed more than 200 pounds, and she was forced to retreat repeatedly under the pressure of his weight.

Seeing this scene, Rorschach stood up helplessly to persuade him, put his arm around the director's shoulders, and used his other hand to soothe his chest, and began to skillfully change the subject.

"Others may not understand the situation at the time, but how could you, Chief, not understand it? This was a direct gunfight. I had to protect the kidnapped hostages and take care of the new officers. Although my methods were a bit crude, everything was done for the safety of innocent people."

"Nonsense, it's just a gunfight, how could I not know?" Upon hearing this, the director immediately became energetic and began to talk about his heroic deeds in the past.

"I joined the army at nineteen, participated in Operation Desert Storm at twenty-five, and after retiring to the police academy, I ranked first in the school for two consecutive years. Intelligence agencies invited me, and the FBI was scrambling for me. If it weren't for my family, I would have been in the Pentagon long ago!"

Rorschach heard the old man's boasting and couldn't help but mutter, "It's a shame he ended up in the Commercial Crimes Division and never fired a shot after becoming a police officer."

"I"

The director was choked and speechless.

Indeed, as a veteran who had fought in the battlefield, he was assigned to the Commercial Crimes Division after graduating from the police academy and worked as a police officer for decades.

The things he dealt with most often weren't gangsters or bullets, but contracts and safes. Whenever he thought of these, he felt secretly unhappy.

"You know nothing, kid. I've caught more scammers than you've ever seen. Plus, I was the best box opener in the entire department back then. No scammer's hidden funds escaped my scrutiny."

Director Griffin snorted lightly. After pretending for a while in front of the newcomer, he was too lazy to find fault with this kid anymore and waved his hand to signal him to get out.

Rorschach heaved a sigh of relief, saluted casually, and turned to run away. However, when he passed by Ginny, he slowed down his pace, pretended to be fierce, and whispered in the little girl's ear:
"Don't say bad things about me in front of the director!"

"cut"

Ginny turned her head away and ignored him.

After the furious Rorschach left, Commissioner Griffin looked across at Ginny, who looked sweet and more like a Hollywood actress than a police officer, and spoke slowly, feeling somewhat troubled.
"Ginny, I got another call from your father."

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Half an hour later.

Rorschach was sitting in the police car eating the fried dumplings he had just ordered for breakfast when suddenly the car door slammed open and Ginny got in with an expressionless face.

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Rorschach glanced at her, not bothering to ask what she had talked about with the director alone. After finishing the last fried dumpling, he clapped his hands and drove directly to the patrol area.

As a patrol officer who was recently demoted, his daily task now is to wander aimlessly around the South District, then pick out a few black guys he dislikes and beat them up.

Although it was boring, Rorschach enjoyed it.

And it was obvious that the new partner beside him was not one who could keep secrets.

"Don't you want to know what I talked about with the director?" Ginny suddenly turned her head to look at Rorschach, blinked and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will say bad things about you in front of him?" "Haha, the director and I have a life-long friendship. Do you think the director will believe what you, a newcomer, say?" Rorschach was disdainful. This girl didn't even think about why she made so many mistakes, but was able to be reinstated after the storm passed.

In addition to strong personal abilities, of course, appreciation from the upper echelons is essential.

Ginny curled her lips helplessly upon hearing that, then muttered to herself, "It's my dad. I've only been in Chicago for two days, and he's already called the director over a dozen times, asking him to give me a job that doesn't involve field work. No, it would be best if he transferred me out of Chicago and back to Washington. He's always like this. Even though I'm in my twenties and have graduated from the police academy, he still treats me like a child!"

After hearing what the girl said, Rorschach couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What he hated most were these guys who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, enjoying the convenience and resources brought by their parents, but always talking about wanting independence.

Judging from this girl's looks and personality, if she stayed in the South District, she would be tricked into owing a loan shark that she couldn't repay within three days, and then be sold to the Yueduyi Dance Club.

But it sounds like her dad is quite powerful.
"So, who is your father? A senator?" Rorschach asked curiously.

"he is."

Ginny stopped talking suddenly. She rolled her eyes and smiled at Rorschach: "I can tell you his identity, but in exchange you have to answer a question for me."

"Okay, you go first." Rorschach nodded without refusing.

Ginny replied with satisfaction, "He's a senior member of the Counter-Terrorism Unit (CTU) in Washington, in charge of an entire counter-terrorism team. As for his name, I can't tell you; it's an internal secret."

After hearing this, Rorschach looked at her in surprise. This girl's father was actually a senior official in the Counter-Terrorism Bureau?
Although he didn't know much about this agency, as a member of the police system, he was very clear about the level of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. It was an agency with law enforcement powers at home and abroad, directly reporting to the Minister of Justice, and had enormous power.

Tsk tsk, no wonder this girl looks like she is ignorant of the sufferings of the world. She grew up in a wealthy area and her father is an official privileged figure. She must have been raised in a honey pot since she was a child.

"It's your turn to answer my question!"

Ginny turned around, facing Rorschach, and asked with an expression of great curiosity, "Yesterday in that black couple's house, it was clearly their pistol that fired ten times first, but when you came out, why didn't you have a single wound on your body? Not even your clothes were torn? I mean, it was a closed environment, and the shooting was at close range!"

She looked Rorschach up and down. He did have a great figure, but he didn't look like he could stop a bullet.

Rorschach raised his eyebrows, but continued to stare at the road ahead, and did not answer her question.

Just when Ginny was wondering if he was going to default on his debt, the brakes suddenly sounded and the police car stopped abruptly. Under inertia, Ginny's upper body suddenly rushed forward and her head hit the center console directly.

"Ouch, it hurts."

Ginny rubbed her head and before she could react to what had happened, she heard Rorschach beside her yell at her, "I've been shot!"

"What?" Ginny turned her head in horror. The front, back, left, and right windows were intact, and there was no blood on Rorschach's body. But then, Rorschach let out a series of low growls:

"Where are we now? Rookie!"

"What direction?"

"The direction of the police car! The direction where I was shot! I'm about to bleed to death. You must notify the headquarters and request backup as soon as possible! So where are we now? Where are we?!"

"I"

Ginny quickly opened the car window and stuck her head out to check, but she had only patrolled the South District for the first time yesterday and had no idea the street names here. In a panic, she could only look around for conspicuous road signs, but at this time Rorschach's disappointed voice was heard in the car again.

"Now. I'm dead."

Rorschach grabbed Ginny's collar and pulled her head back, staring at her expressionlessly as he spoke: "Once you know your patrol area, you should immediately memorize the names of all the streets, alleys, and landmark buildings within it! Now, because of your irresponsibility, as your partner, I can only lie in the car and bleed to death!"

Ginny was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but apologize self-reproachfully: "I'm sorry, I really forgot."

"Get out of the car! As punishment, you need to run behind my car today!" Rorschach interrupted her and pointed outside the car.

Ginny pursed her lips at Rorschach's cold tone, and although she was a little unconvinced, she still opened the car door.

But just as she was about to leave, the girl suddenly turned to Rorschach and asked, "Wait, you haven't answered my question yet. How did you..."

"Get out of the car! Do you need me to repeat it again?" Rorschach pushed her out of the car, closed the door, stepped on the accelerator and quickly slid past her.

Looking at the police car that was almost out of sight in front of her, Ginny suddenly understood something.

"Could this bastard be doing this on purpose just to cheat?"

At the same time, Rorschach in the police car looked at Ginny, whose face was red with anger in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.

Although he really didn't want to answer her question, remembering every location in the patrol area was common sense that a patrol officer must have.

This shouldn't be considered cheating, right?

As for why he was able to dodge the black man's ten bullets yesterday...

Rorschach gathered his thoughts, and four blood-red characters slowly emerged in his mind:

The eye of judgment!

(End of this chapter)