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

Chapter 51 "Except for us, where are the good people?!" (Please read and vote for me)
"Crush the soap into small pieces. Yes, that's right. The smaller the better."

"Just scrape off the top layer of glycerin. Discard the rest. Be careful not to burn yourself."

"Hold it tight. What we want is the liquid that condenses after the rust remover evaporates. That's nitric acid."

"Well, just like that, slowly mix it all together."

In the storage room of the cellar, a scene that was both terrifying and bizarre was taking place.

Twenty or so children, whose height was not even as high as an adult's waist, were wearing gas masks and were busy breaking soap and boiling bottles of rust remover in iron basins.

Although there were corpses scattered on the ground, there was no fear on the faces of these little guys. Under Rorschach's command, they were busy and even had rare smiles on their faces.

It's like participating in an interesting game.

Thanks to all the mess in the storage room and the labor of these little guys.

Soon after, pots of amber nitroglycerin appeared on the ground.

These "little poison masters" wearing gas masks all looked up at Rorschach, waiting for the next instruction.

Rorschach, who was wrapping a bandage around the gunshot wound on his back, smiled helplessly. It was just a random idea, but he didn't expect these little guys to actually make it happen.

With only 10 points of proficiency in his Explosion skill, Rorschach pointed at the nitroglycerin and explained earnestly, "This is nitroglycerin, a type of liquid bomb. It's extremely unstable. Using it for explosions is tantamount to suicide."

"But if you add mineral oil, you can turn it into a stable gel, which is what you often see on TV as plastic explosive."

"But where is the mineral oil? There is only baby oil here." A little girl raised her hand and asked curiously.

"good question!"

Faced with this good student who dared to ask questions, Rorschach gave encouragement and then looked at the mountains of baby oil around him.

"The main ingredient of baby oil is mineral oil, but it takes a lot of mineral oil to condense nitroglycerin. Fortunately, we have thousands of bottles here."

"Oh~~~"

The children opened their mouths wide after hearing this.

Then, without waiting for Rorschach to speak, they all held the baby oil bottles in unison, ready to pour them into the iron basin.

Rorschach was so frightened that he suddenly stood up from the ground. "Wait!! Slow down! Slow down! Pour it slowly from the edge. Damn! This is nitroglycerin. If it explodes, we'll all be finished!"

"Oh~~~"

The young chemists nodded repeatedly and continued to work with clear division of labor.

Watching them go from being unfamiliar to being proficient and then enjoying it, Rorschach suddenly felt a little panicked.

"I'm teaching you how to survive in desperate situations, not how to become a KB member."

As time went by, with the joint efforts of the children, pots of nitroglycerin were successfully condensed into stable purple plastic explosives.

Rorschach squatted down and carefully examined the appearance of the explosives.

After finishing the inspection, he looked up and saw dozens of children wearing gas masks looking up at him expectantly.

Rorschach was deliberately silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his thumb.

"Success!"

"yeah--!!!"

The little ones cheered and high-fived each other to celebrate, as if they had accomplished an amazing feat.

The numbness and despair on his face were completely gone.

"Okay, now we just need to find some wires to use the electricity to detonate them."

Rorschach endured the pain in his back and cut up the plastic explosives into pieces and handed them to them.

After the distribution was completed, he led the children outside, explaining as they walked, "Ordinary C4 explosives require detonators to be safely detonated, because the explosion of the detonator can generate a shock wave that forms a detonation reaction with the plastic explosive."

"Oh~~~"

"But what we've made isn't quite C4 yet. It's more sensitive than C4, so we can try to stimulate it with an electric current to instantly overheat the material and cause it to explode."

"Oh~~~"

The children nodded thoughtfully.

A few minutes later,

A corridor beneath the villa was densely packed with pieces of plastic explosives.

Rorschach smashed the overhead downlight, pulled out a few wires, and was about to connect them to the explosives.

At this moment, Karl's voice suddenly came from behind him, and he was so scared that he almost slipped and fell down.

"Boss, shall I connect these two wires now?"

"Fuck you! You want to blow me up?"

Rorschach turned his head and roared, "Don't move. Wait until I get over there and connect the line."

In order to prevent the kid from being clumsy, Rorschach quickly connected the wires in series with the explosives and then ran over.

He snatched the two wires that could trigger the circuit from Carl's hands, pointed at the little guys and warned, "The explosion will definitely be loud later, but don't be afraid. Our position will basically be unaffected. The unlucky ones will be the ones above."

"Also, after you blow out the exit, ignore me and rush upwards. If you see any media around, none of you can be left behind. You all must show yourselves in front of the media, understand? You must show yourselves! That's the only way for you to be safe!"

"If you don't see any reporters, go to the door and look for the van with license plate number ****. There are two Irish brothers in the van wearing windbreakers and short hair. They are good people and will be waiting in the van for the media to arrive."

The little ones nodded repeatedly, but then asked with confusion on their faces: "What about you, uncle?"

"Me?" Rorschach shrugged and smiled, "You should take care of yourselves first."

He gently rubbed the heads of the young chemists and signaled them to hide in a room nearby.

The next second, he pressed the two copper wires together heavily!
Villa lobby.

P. Diddy, who was just walking out of his study, looked a little embarrassed when facing hundreds of guests from Hollywood and Wall Street.

But when he thought of the bodies of the senators and guards who died in the cellar, he no longer cared about his face.

He took the microphone from the DJ and prepared to announce that the party was ending early.

However, before he could utter a word, the ground suddenly shook!
Everyone in the hall was stunned.

Will there be an earthquake in New York?
But then, deafening explosions came from under their feet!

"boom!!!"

The marble tiles crumbled and broke like fragile cookies!
The socialites' high heels missed the mark and they instantly disappeared into the cracks; the wealthy men in suits fell down with the collapsed floor before they could even react.

“Ah——!!!” Screams, the sound of shattering glass, and the dull thud of heavy objects falling mixed together.

The sofa, coffee table, and champagne tower all fell down with the collapsed ground.

It was like a huge mouth, swallowing up all the splendor in the hall.

After a few seconds, the dust was all that was left, leaving only a broken ruin and faint groans coming from the cracks.

Diddy, who was sitting at the DJ booth, froze. He luckily escaped the disaster because he was on the second floor.

Like the frightened guests outside, he looked at the disaster scene in front of him with horror - the entire hall of the villa had completely collapsed!
"Walter-Fuck?!"

Outside the villa, the Irish brothers sat in the car, staring at the chaos in front of them in amazement.

"Didn't you say you were only going to save the children? Why is there such a big scene?"

"Fuck it, hurry up and go in to support Rorschach. This looks like something serious has happened."

The two men quickly pulled up their headscarves to cover their faces, and without even getting out of the car, they stepped on the accelerator and crashed open the gate of the manor.

The once strict guards had long disappeared, and the entire driveway was empty.

When their car rushed into the front yard of the villa, the scene before them made both of them gasp at the same time - a huge deep pit suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall, and the once glamorous stars were now piled in the ruins like rag dolls.

Connor and Murphy looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know whether to get out of the car to save people or what to do.

But soon, they discovered something even more shocking.

Beneath the collapsed ruins, a tunnel with lights on was revealed.

Children who looked only about ten years old were supporting each other and crawling out of the tunnel.

But before they got off the bus, the group of children suddenly looked towards the gate and then rushed out like frightened rabbits.

Connor turned around and saw that the manor was filled with news media interview vehicles, blocking the exit.

The media finally arrived.

"Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

Diddy came to his senses and saw the children running away. He hysterically shouted around: "Bodyguards! Guards! Stop them!"

But now there were no guards for him to dispatch, and almost all the security personnel of the villa were buried in the cellar.

Seeing the frustrated look of the once-arrogant music mogul, the Irish brothers looked at each other.

He drew his gun, pushed the door open and got out of the car.

"Puff Diddy!"

The two brothers roared towards the second floor: "We are the executioners sent by God to judge you!"

"Bang bang bang-!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they opened fire indiscriminately without caring about the media outside.

Diddy is also a veteran on the streets after graduation. Although he has lived a life of luxury for many years, his instinct for survival made him immediately duck and hide.

He used the railings and stone pillars as cover and crawled to the depths of the second floor.

The Irish brothers were about to give chase when suddenly someone grabbed Connor's leg tightly.

A black woman trapped under the stone slab hugged Connor's thigh and groaned, "Sir, save me, my leg is broken and I'm bleeding, please save me, I'm Oprah, you must have seen my TV show, right? I'm..."

"Fuck you, Nico!"

Without saying a word, Connor fired several shots at her forehead!

The nationally renowned talk show queen didn't even have time to let out a final scream before half of her head exploded in the gunfire.

"I don't care who you are!"

Connor kicked the still twitching body away and rushed towards the stairs without looking back.

Murphy, who was standing by, couldn't help but ask, "This guy is Oprah, brother, you just killed her like that?"

"So what? Are there any good people here besides us?" Connor replied without turning his head.

".Shit, I find you quite wise sometimes."

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In the cellar.

Rorschach watched the last child leave safely, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He wasn't sure if there were still guards outside, but the media had definitely arrived, and with the help of the Irish brothers, the children's lives were saved.

As for myself
Rorschach reached out and touched the stack of CDs in his breast pocket.

The stuff inside is hotter than a red-hot iron. He still hasn't figured out what to do with it.

Suddenly, Rorschach's pupils shrank, he instantly drew the pistol from his waist, and twisted his body violently—

"Bang bang bang-!"

"Bang bang bang-!"

Gunshots rang out!

Rorschach stumbled back a few steps.

Although he reacted quickly and avoided most of the bullets, one still bit into his side.

Across from him, a man in a suit was also shot, with the bullet piercing his collarbone. Blood was dripping slowly down his black suit.

"Bulletproof suit?" Rorschach stared at the bullet embedded in the other's clothes, his eyes growing colder.

Paul looked down at the wound on his collarbone expressionlessly, stretched his neck, and gave Rorschach a cold smile:
"Department of Homeland Security—Secret Service, Paul Kellerman."

After just one encounter, both sides' magazines were empty.

Rorschach threw away the pistol and tore off his tie, tightening it around the wound on his abdomen.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and responded with an equally ferocious smile:

"Chicago Police Department, Rorschach Butcher!"

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