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

Chapter 55 How to Grow into a Man

His eyelids felt like lead, and Rorschach struggled to open them.

In the dim carriage, the smell of rust mixed with blood, and all that echoed in his ears was the incomprehensible arguments and conversations between the two Irish brothers. All of this told him that he was still alive.

"This is definitely not because we are lucky, it is a miracle, OK?"

"You mean to say that God came down and took the bullet for us?"

"Yes, it was the gods who took the bullet for us. God has once again given us His will."

"So, God the fucking fucking told you to marry a fucking whore, and then the fucking God came down to Earth and took fifteen fucking bullets for you?!"

"Hey? Speak with some respect, brother. If he hadn't performed a miracle, we would have been beaten to a pulp!"

"Then tell me."

Murphy couldn't stand his superstitious brother's bizarre remarks anymore. He pointed at Connor and asked, "Why does God love us so much, huh? And even take bullets for us?"

Connor said seriously, "Because we are His executioners! We are the ones who purge the world of sin on God's behalf!"

".Shit, seriously, if it weren't for you being my biological brother, I really..."

Murphy's curse got stuck in his throat and he could only take a deep breath to calm himself down.

Fortunately, a suppressed groan soon interrupted this theological debate.

Rorschach tried to move, and the wound under the bandage immediately protested sharply.

He looked down and saw his upper body wrapped in bandages. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.

Although my whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck, at least the bleeding had stopped.

"Boss? How do you feel?"

Murphy came over and asked with concern: "The conditions are a bit crude, but the bullet has been taken out. God, your bones are really strong. The bullet tip was bent."

Rorschach followed his gaze and saw two deformed bullets lying in the iron box next to him.

"Where are we now?" he asked softly.

"It's right outside Diddy's manor," Murphy explained. "Before you passed out, they asked us to evacuate from the cellar to the back door. As soon as we got out, we provided emergency treatment. Luckily, I had a first aid kit ready. Otherwise, we would have had to go to Chinatown and find an old Chinese doctor who specializes in providing first aid to assassins, just like in the movies."

Rorschach managed a forced twitch of his lips.

The two brothers actually completed the bullet removal operation in the carriage and successfully stopped the bleeding.

This is a fucking medical miracle.

"Boss, you're a monster. We saw you in the cellar. In one word—Damn!"

Connor was filled with disbelief. "There's almost no room in there. Every two steps you take, you'll find a guard shot in the head. What's even more outrageous is that you managed to hold on for so long after being shot twice, and you recovered so quickly. This is absolutely a miracle!"

miracle?

Rorschach didn't think so.

This is nothing more than the [Eye of Judgment] strengthening the physical fitness.

And as far as he knew, there was once a black man who was shot nine times and was still able to jump around lively.

Rorschach supported himself on the car body and slowly sat up, looking out the window.

Rorschach slowly sat up, supporting himself with the car body, and looked out the window.

Their car was parked a few hundred meters away from the back gate of the manor, and thick smoke was billowing out of the manor.

"Fire?"

"It must have been intentional," Murphy snorted disdainfully. "They were probably trying to destroy the evidence, a common politician's trick."

Rorschach nodded slightly. Apart from the corpses, the most common things in the villa were probably drugs and drugs that could arouse women. This fire was just the last fig leaf.

After all, he had already brought out the backup video that actually recorded the evidence of the crimes of the powerful.

He looked around and was suddenly stunned - where were his clothes?
Murphy seemed to sense his thoughts and pulled out a stack of CDs from under his seat and shook them: "Are you looking for this? Could it be that the recording inside is?"

"Don't ask," Rorschach interrupted. "The less you know, the safer you'll be."

He counted the CDs in his hand, thirteen, not one missing.

Frankly speaking, he really didn't know what to do with these things now.

These CDs containing scandals of Washington's powerful people are like holding a ball of fire, which can easily burn you if you are not careful.

The emergence of Special Forces Paul has proved that those big guys know the existence of backup.

They will definitely stop at nothing to destroy evidence.

What's more troublesome is that he showed up at the villa and those twenty or so children had seen him.

Rorschach had no illusions about how tight-lipped the children would be. Even if they didn't want to talk, some professionals would find ways to get the information out of them.

These CDs are of no use to him at all, at most they can be used for negotiation to gain some benefits.

No, it is more likely that the other party will send a killer to silence him as soon as they find out about him.

What he would be facing then wasn't some drug trafficking gang, but the country's most elite assassin agents. After thinking for a while, Rorschach rubbed his temples.

From the moment he stepped into the cellar, he was already caught in this vortex.

He rescued those children and witnessed the crimes of the powerful. Whether he took the discs or not, he was destined to face retaliation.

If that’s the case, what else is there to consider?
He clenched the CD tightly, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

Shaking off his annoying thoughts, Rorschach asked Connor for a cigarette.

The two brothers were still arguing about miracles and asked him if he had ever seen similar miraculous phenomena.

"I've seen a guy who claimed to be the third son of God before," Rorschach said, blowing out smoke rings. "He claimed to be immortal."

"Shit, is this true?" Connor asked in shock.

"It should be true. After all, his reason is that he hasn't died once in the past thirty years."

"What then?"

"He was sent to a mental hospital, and I was the one driving him myself."

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Looking at the two silent brothers, Rorschach raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This pair of Irish brothers are quite interesting - they are better at shooting than ordinary thugs, know basic first aid, and most importantly, they stick to the bottom line and have a good temper with him.

But then he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Watfake?! What is this?"

Rorschach pointed to the mountain of cash and jewelry in the corner of the car.

"It's from that Puff Daddy safe." Connor said confidently, "That guy's dead, so we can't let his family get away with it, right?"

"We've divided it up," Murphy grinned. "Boss, you take four million, and we brothers take one million. After all, we only fired a few shots and didn't do much."

".Hold."

Rorschach was speechless. What was originally a job that he did for free suddenly attracted a reward of several million dollars.

But since I've already taken it, there's nothing much to say.

At this moment, the carriage door was suddenly knocked.

The Irish brother immediately held the pistol at his waist and stared at the car door vigilantly.

Soon Karl's voice came from outside.

Rorschach waved at them. It was he who arranged for Carl to sneak out after the interview.

In the next few days, these children will inevitably be interviewed repeatedly by various media.

Although I am safe, every time I recall the experience of being imprisoned and violated, it is another hurt to my heart.

Rorschach couldn't take care of all the children, so he had to prioritize protecting Carl, who was closest to home.

As soon as the kid got in the car, he jumped up and down, excitedly shouting that this was the most exciting night he had ever experienced.

This heartless look is quite similar to the cockroach mentality of his father Frank - as long as he can survive, nothing else matters!

Rorschach patted his head and let the Irish brother drive in front.

Now that everyone is together, it's time to set off back to Chicago.

There were only two of them left in the carriage, and Carl was still chattering about how brave Rorschach was tonight, how he killed one bad guy with one shot, and how cool the process of making a bomb was.

But as he spoke, his voice suddenly lowered.

"Rorschach?"

Carl raised his head, his eyes suddenly becoming serious. "If you hadn't come to save us tonight, would the other children and I have all died in the cellar?"

Rorschach was stunned for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he looked into the boy's eyes and asked, "Karl, do you know when a boy can truly grow into a man?"

Carl shook his head.

Rorschach pressed his shoulder and said seriously, "When a boy realizes in adversity that no one can save him but himself, then at that moment he has become a man."

Carl scratched his head, not quite understanding. "So if you want to be a man, you have to learn to save yourself?"

"You catch on quickly." Rorschach smiled and ruffled his hair. "Strange, I think you're quite smart, so why does Fiona always say you're the dumbest in the family?"

"That's because she doesn't know what's good! Just wait and see, Rorschach, I'll be a police officer as good as you in the future! No, I'll be better than you!"

"Haha, I'll wait and see."

Under the firelight and smoke, the car slowly drove towards Chicago.

The difference from when we came here is that there is a growing little man in the car now.

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