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Chapter 59 Do you know why guns are stronger than women? (Please read and vote for me)

The door slid open silently.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes and looked at the two figures hiding from the rain under the eaves.

"There are sixteen houses on this street."

His tone was flat, as if he was stating an insignificant fact, "There's a trucker's rest stop at the intersection, and there's a bar around the corner."

He paused, raising his eyebrows slightly, "So, why me?"

The two girls looked at each other, as if they didn't expect him to ask that.

"We were originally looking for an old man with a dog," one of the girls in black fishnet stockings shrugged. "He said you were a police officer and that you were probably the only good person on this street."

"Yes."

Another girl chimed in, her soaked shirt sticking to her body. "Also, man, don't put on such a cold face, okay? You look very stylish, but we're not after men like you."

"Yeah, we like Justin Bieber and we're not interested in guys like you, so don't be so sentimental. If you don't let us in, we can leave now."

The two of them chattered at once, glaring at Rorschach a few times, and then turned to leave.

"Hey, relax."

Rorschach suddenly smiled, and his stern expression softened instantly.

He stepped aside to make way for the door and made an inviting gesture: "It's just an occupational disease. Come in, there's hot coffee and a dry towel."

The two women looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.

But the rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and you couldn't even get a taxi in a place like the South District.

They curled their lips, said "thank you" perfunctorily, and finally stepped into Rorschach's house.

However, as soon as they stepped into the living room, they froze—

The crooked sofa, the broken coffee table, the shocking bullet holes on the wall...this place doesn't look like a place where decent people live.

"A bunch of lunatics broke in a few days ago." Rorschach nonchalantly kicked away the shell casings at his feet. "The outside is almost finished, but we haven't had time to replace the furniture yet."

Ginnis and Belle hugged each other tightly, huddled in the corner without saying a word, and their previous fierceness was gone.

When Rorschach brought them two cups of hot coffee, they didn't even touch them.

A girl tilted her head and playfully replied, "I'd rather drink unopened beer than coffee spiked with ecstasy."

"Hahaha"

Rorschach chuckled, turned around and pulled out a few bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator.

The three of them sat in front of the fireplace, the fire flickered, and they chatted while warming themselves by the fire.

Through conversation, Rorschach learned the names of the two women.

The one wearing black fishnet stockings is Ginnice, while the one wearing no underwear is Belle with her T-shirt soaked.

The two were students at the University of Chicago. They had planned to stroll around the South Side together during the day, but before they had walked for long, they were caught in a rainstorm and became drenched.

With the help of alcohol, the atmosphere became completely relaxed.

They even started sharing embarrassing stories from college and vowed to treat Rorschach well when he came to the East Side.

And after learning that Rorschach was a retired soldier, they all urged him to tell stories about the battlefield.

"It was in Afghanistan, at the height of the war. We, the Screaming Eagles, were carrying out Operation Red Wings alongside the Navy SEALs, tasked with scouting a high-ranking al-Qaeda figure, Ben Shamak."

"We successfully bypassed the enemy's machine gun positions and sneaked into the mountains. But during the operation, we ran into five shepherds."

"It was a top-secret operation, and any witnesses could have wiped us out."

"I suggested we deal with them directly, but the SEALs insisted on taking a vote... In the end, they won, and we released those five people."

Ginnis and Bailey were so fascinated by what they heard that their heads almost leaned towards Rorschach. "And then?"

"And then?" Rorschach reminisced, gazing at the bonfire blazing in the fireplace. "The five shepherds took our money, but betrayed their promise and reported our actions to the local Taliban. The enemy immediately organized a force of 500 men and launched an attack on our area."

"All 16 members of the entire SEAL team were killed, and half of my team members were killed or injured."

"Did you escape in the end?" Ginnis grabbed Rorschach's arm in fear and asked nervously.

Beside her, Bailey turned her head speechlessly and looked at her, "Watfa? If he hadn't escaped, would we be seeing a ghost now?"

Jinnis stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, raised her head and continued to listen to Rorschach's story.

Rorschach's lips curled up slightly. "Not only did I make it out alive, I also locked onto five enemy strongholds. Half an hour later, F-14s bombed the area, sending them all skyward."

The two breathed a sigh of relief. Even though they knew the ending, Rorschach's story still made their hearts beat faster.

"You shouldn't be soft-hearted on the battlefield." Bailey shook her head. "You should have just taken action."

Jinnis frowned and retorted, "What if they are truly innocent? Killing civilians indiscriminately wouldn't be right, right?"

They both looked at Rorschach at the same time, waiting for his answer.

Rorschach's eyes swept across their faces, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"No, I want to kill them because I can tell at a glance who is the good guy and who is the bad guy."

Ginnis and Bailey were stunned for a second, then burst into laughter, thinking he was just bragging again. The rain outside the window became more and more violent, and the raindrops hit the glass with a dense and crisp sound.

Bailey shuddered suddenly and unconsciously wrapped her arms around her soaked upper body.

"Can I borrow your bathroom?" She tilted her head to look at Rorschach, her soaked T-shirt clinging to her curves. "My clothes are sticking to me... It's so uncomfortable."

Rorschach raised his chin: "At the end of the corridor, turn left."

"Thank you~"

As Bailey stood up, her fingertips slid across Rorschach's chest, her nails lightly scraping his collarbone.

She glanced back, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and then she walked towards the corridor with a twist of her waist.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace.

After the woman's figure completely disappeared, Rorschach turned to look at Ginnis, who was already clinging to him, and asked, "What about you? Aren't you going to wash and dry your wet clothes?"

Jinnis looked at Rorschach's profile and couldn't help licking her lips.

She leaned close to the other person's ear and whispered, "There's a part of me that's wetter than my clothes and needs to be dried even more."

Before she finished speaking, Genis turned sideways, facing Rorschach, slowly spread her legs tightly wrapped in stockings, and hooked her finger at Rorschach.

Seeing this, Rorschach raised his eyebrows slightly, and without much hesitation, he quickly put his arms around Genis's waist and pressed her against the wall!
At this moment, Rorschach's head was tightly clamped between Ginnis's legs, and he could clearly feel the touch below.

Jinnis raised her head, held Rorschach's head tightly with both hands, and squeezed it hard.

"Rorschach, don't tell me you learned this move on the battlefield~"

"Of course not. I learned this from a dead man, and this move was brought back from the battlefield."

The next second, Rorschach suddenly grabbed Genis's waist and slammed her hard onto the hard floor!

But Ginnice, who originally looked as harmless as Sweetheart, had her legs tightly wrapped around Rorschach's neck. She twisted her waist suddenly and rotated her body 180 degrees on Rorschach's neck, trying to use inertia to throw Rorschach away!

Neck clamp and spinning throw!
Also known as the "scissor kick throw", it is a common skill used by women in close combat. It uses core strength to rotate the body, causing the opponent's center of gravity to be unbalanced, and then through the leg clamping force and waist twisting, the opponent is thrown to the ground!
But how could Rorschach, who was on guard, be subdued by her?

He supported himself on the ground with one hand, hugged one of Ginnis's legs tightly, and threw Ginnis headfirst to the ground with a somersault!
The moment Ginnice fell to the ground, Rorschach had already bent his knees and stepped forward, twisted her waist to break her arm, and pressed one knee on her neck!

Spitting on the ground, Rorschach shook his head unsatisfiedly. "Is that all you can do? I'm so disappointed."

"How did you find out?" Ginnis asked through gritted teeth, her face flushed from lack of oxygen.

"Discovered?" Rorschach widened his eyes in mock surprise. "Discovered what? I just wanted to deal with a few Justin Bieber fans."

"you"

Jinnis wanted to say something, but a big hand covered her mouth.

Following a crisp sound of bones cracking, the living room fell into silence again.

At the same time, in the bathroom.

Bailey took off her coat neatly and pulled out a transparent sealed bag from her inner thigh.

Her fingers moved nimbly, and in less than three seconds she assembled the parts into a palm-sized miniature pistol.

She pushed the bathroom door open a crack, hiding her naked body behind the door, and called out in a sweet voice: "Rorschach~ Can you help me get a clean towel? I'm waiting for you here, Rorschach~"

Soon, brisk footsteps were heard in the corridor.

Bailey narrowed her eyes, put her index finger on the trigger, and counted down silently in her mind.

boom!
A muffled sound suddenly broke the silence—a silenced bullet penetrated the wooden wall and hit her waist accurately!

"Fack—"

Before she could react, an arm stretched out from behind the door like a poisonous snake, tightly grasped her gun-holding hand, and stuck its index finger behind the trigger, preventing her from shooting.

"I heard there's a law enforcement agency that always likes to send 'Sparrows' to infiltrate the target's home first to conduct reconnaissance, and then cooperate with the outside forces."

Rorschach kneeled her against the wall and whispered, "You CIA really think highly of me, sending two sparrows in at once."

Bailey's pupils shrank suddenly, and fear finally appeared on her face.

She frantically pulled the trigger to signal, but the trigger remained motionless between Rorschach's fingers.

In desperation, she opened her mouth wide, trying to attract attention with a scream.

click!
The cold gun barrel was roughly stuffed into her mouth, causing her teeth to ache.

Seeing the woman's panicked eyes, Rorschach whispered to her trembling earlobe, "Do you know why guns are better than women?"

“Bang bang bang—!”

The woman slid to the ground like a rag doll.

"Guns can be fitted with silencers"

Rorschach loaded the bullets slowly and the sound of metal collision was particularly crisp in the small space.

After taking a deep breath, he twisted his neck, which had not yet healed, and stared at the darkening dusk outside the window.

CIA agent
He had never killed this person before!
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