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Chapter 52 "I am fear!" (Please read and vote)
After briefly introducing himself, Paul took advantage of his minor injuries and rushed out first.

"boom!"

The guy's elbow hit Rorschach's head like a hammer.

Rorschach quickly crossed his arms to block, and the dull sound of bones colliding made his teeth chatter.

But immediately afterwards, Paul hit both sides of his head with a series of whip punches, and the attack was very fierce.

Rorschach was forced to take a few steps back. The moment his back hit the wall, the severe pain from the bullet wound made his vision go black.

At this moment, Paul's leather shoes were already sweeping towards his face with the sound of wind. He barely turned his head, and the heel of his shoe scraped across his cheekbone, scraping off a piece of lime on the wall.

He hit the chest with a horizontal elbow, hit the head with left and right whip punches, pressed the shoulder and hit the opponent with an elbow, and then the opponent launched a reverse high sweep!
Paul attacked continuously, trying to defeat the opponent as quickly as possible.

But when this guy launched a high sweep for the second time, Rorschach found an opportunity and counterattacked instantly!

He suddenly squatted down, pressed his left shoulder against the opponent's inner thigh, and gripped his ankle with his right hand like an iron clamp.

With the power of his spine bursting out, Paul was swung up and thrown to the ground. The moment his back hit the ground, Rorschach was already pressing down on him.

Rorschach used his entire body weight to form a judo-style "horizontal square lock", pressing his throat with his left elbow and hitting Paul's head with his right knee three times in a row.

Mouthfuls of blood oozed from the Secret Service agent's mouth, but when Rorschach raised his knee for the fourth time, Paul suddenly raised his finger and stabbed it into the gunshot wound on his abdomen like a javelin.

“Fuck—!”

Rorschach gasped, his abdominal muscles cramping uncontrollably.

Paul took the opportunity to lift his hips and kicked the wound on his back with his leather shoes.

The severe pain created a gap in the suppression, and the guy slid out like a loach, and the moment he rolled back and stood up, he jumped up and hit Rorschach in the face with his right fist like a cannonball.

Superman Fist!
Rorschach quickly crossed his forearms to block.

At the same time, he kicked out with his right toe, accurately kicking Paul's shin.

Amid the crisp sound of bones colliding, Paul's body tilted, and Rorschach's elbow came down with the sound of wind!

But this sure-hit blow just brushed past the opponent's ear!

Paul twisted his waist in mid-air like a caught fish, and a cold light flashed at his waist when he landed.

The titanium alloy baton drew a silver arc, and the moment Rorschach dodged sideways, the tip of the baton plowed a three-inch deep groove in the concrete wall.

As the flying gravel brushed his cheek, Rorschach pulled out the dagger from his waist with his backhand, and the blade collided with the baton that was attacking again, sending out a string of sparks.

He looked at the baton in the other person's hand and laughed sarcastically, "GAS Navy agent mechanical baton? I thought you agents were using some high-tech weapons."

Paul smiled and said, "That's enough to deal with you."

Rorschach didn't waste any more words and rushed forward with his fists in his hand. The two of them blocked and stabbed up and down, and sparks from the collision of metal exploded between them countless times.

Keng!
Keng!
Keng!
For a moment, the only sound in the corridor was the rapid sound of metal colliding!

Rorschach's expression was extremely solemn. This Secret Service agent named Paul had an incredibly high level of close combat skills and was considered the strongest enemy he had ever encountered.

The gunshot wound in the abdomen hurt like a burning iron, and the wound on the back tore at the nerves with every breath.

If the movement is slightly larger, the muscles will twitch uncontrollably, causing the movement to be deformed.

But in desperate situations, his upgraded extreme fighting instincts gave him the final burst of power.

In a split second, he caught the flaw when Paul swung his stick down.

His left hand shot out like a poisonous snake, and his five fingers clamped Paul's wrist like a pair of steel pliers!

The dagger flashed with a cold light and was pulled out diagonally from bottom to top!

"laugh--"

The blade tore through the sleeve of the suit, and the dull sound of the flesh being cut could be clearly heard.

The opponent's suit and flesh were torn apart like a zipper!

However, contrary to Rorschach's expectations, Paul didn't even frown, and despite enduring the pain, he poked the top of the baton into his neck.

A premonition of danger struck! Rorschach's pupils suddenly contracted, but his body was too late to react.

A piece of electrode suddenly popped out from the top of the baton, and blue and white electric light exploded between the two people!

"Fake."

Rorschach's muscles tensed instantly, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

He saw Paul's bloodstained smile twisted in his vision, and then he felt a piercing pain in his right index finger - this guy twisted and broke his finger.

After making sure that Rorschach had no ability to resist, Paul quickly took out a pair of handcuffs and with a "click" he handcuffed Rorschach's hands behind his back.

"call"

The two men slumped on both sides of the corridor, their clothes already soaked in blood.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, and only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the silence.

Paul wiped the blood off his face and stared at Rorschach.

"Where is the video backup?"

The only answer he got was a silent gasp.

"My boss only gave us half an hour." Paul's voice was hoarse and cold. "Hand it over now, and I'll give you a quick death."

He continued in a deep voice, "Or, I'll take you, this stubborn person, away. Believe me, you will then face a nightmare of torture, and even death will be a luxury."

At this moment, there was no trace of despair or panic on Rorschach's face.

"Of all the Federation's watchdogs," he began hoarsely, "your Secret Service is the most interesting."

"The CIA runs drug production lines overseas, the FBI uses counterintelligence as a fig leaf, and even the counterterrorism guys at CTU know who they're covering up for."

Rorschach's severed finger twitched behind him, but his voice was as steady as if he were discussing the weather. "Only you—you smell the stench of decay in the White House every day, yet you still feel at ease ironing your uniforms."

Paul looked at him deeply and said nothing.

He stood up with the help of the wall and found a pistol with bullets still in it among the bodies of the guards on the ground.

“My patience is running out.”

He stood in front of Rorschach, gun in hand, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me the location of the backup, and I'll consider letting you go. But if you still insist on doing this, you'll live in fear every day of your future."

Click——

Bullets loaded.

The muzzle of the gun slowly moved down from Rorschach's head, finally stopping between his legs.

"What a shame, because of your ignorance, you will never be able to give yourself a hand job again. Oh, see, I almost forgot."

Paul sneered, "Your fingers are broken, you can't even move your hands if you want to."

"Yes, you did forget."

Rorschach suddenly looked up, a bloody smile on his face: "So it doesn't matter if I cut off another thumb!"

Before he finished speaking, his right hand broke free from the handcuffs in an instant!

boom--!
Gunshots rang out, but Rorschach quickly dodged them with a roll.

Before Paul could fire again, Rorschach smashed his wrist, knocking the gun away, then grabbed Paul's legs and pressed him down hard!
He used the only three remaining fingers on his right hand to tightly grasp the handcuffs still on his left wrist, and tightened the cold iron chain around Paul's neck!
Paul's head rested weakly on Rorschach's shoulder. He struggled desperately, and Rorschach's death-like whisper echoed in his ears.

"I'll tell you a secret, Paul. I've never been afraid of fear."

The force of the handcuffs gradually increased, and with a crisp sound of broken bones, Paul finally stopped struggling and fell limply to the ground.

Rorschach slowly stood up and reattached his dislocated thumb with an expressionless face.

"I am fear."

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