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Chapter 60 "I don't believe in justice, I just simply hate scum."

Chapter 60 "I don't believe in justice, I just simply hate scum." (Please read and vote)
The rain falls like a waterfall.

The gunfire gradually died down.

Rorschach's black raincoat fluttered in the rainstorm like a wandering shadow.

He shook the rain off the barrel of the gun. The magazine was not empty yet, but he could no longer hear any breathing around him.

"Bam—!"

He fired another shot at the twitching body at his feet, then calmly lit a cigarette.

The cigarette butt flickered in the rain, reflecting his disappointed look.

disappointment.

He was extremely disappointed with the combat capabilities of these CIA agents.

The team sent to deal with him, including the two "sparrows" in the house, consisted of only six people in total.

Two women are responsible for target reconnaissance, while four male agents serve as commandos.

However, from the time the first agent fell to the ground to the time the last one breathed his last, the entire process took no more than three minutes.

The sense of crisis caused by this siege on him was not even as great as the confrontation with Gus in the park.

No body armor, no heavy firepower.

His tactical positioning was full of loopholes and his marksmanship was barely passing.

How should I put it? It fits Rorschach's stereotype of the CIA:

They are good at raising money and obtaining intelligence, but their overall combat strength cannot even compare to that of special forces, let alone the FBI.

But these pieces of trash are very valuable - I earned the Six Paths of Justice points, and also got a new skill from the woman named Jinnis.

[Disguise Expertise (1/100)]: Highly professional disguise techniques. By changing body micro-expressions, adjusting accents, controlling body language, etc., one can quickly adapt to different social roles and perfectly integrate into any environment, even deceiving professional intelligence personnel.

Sometimes Rorschach really doesn't understand the judgment of the Eye of Judgment when executing criminals. He killed so many guards in the cellar but got nothing, but Agent Paul and Puff Daddy got two points instead.

Adding today’s gains, there are exactly eight justice points.

Without much thought or consideration, Rorschach directly invested all of his justice points into [Counter-Reconnaissance Expertise]. At this time, his proficiency in the rear had increased from 91/100 to 99/100.

If he executes another criminal with a blood debt, he will be able to upgrade his anti-reconnaissance expertise to the same level as the masters of gun fighting and trace analysis.

Exhaling a deep puff of smoke, Rorschach took out the business card he had placed next to the photo frame and dialed the number on it.

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late at night.

In the Elibor Bar, several drunken blue-collar workers were talking and laughing loudly with their arms around each other.

Eighty percent of the seats were empty. The boss, Xiao Kai, was lying on the bar counting the bill. The more he counted, the uglier his face became, as if he had swallowed a fly.

The doorbell rang and a man in a suit walked in, folding his umbrella.

"Hey! Late night visitor! What would you like to drink?" Xiao Kai would not miss any opportunity to sell something, especially when the other party was a rich man wearing an expensive suit.

He greeted enthusiastically: "Gin and Tonic? Bronx?"

He listed the names of the most expensive cocktails in the store, but the other party just waved his hand and smiled kindly, "Thank you, but I'll just have a Diet Coke, no ice, please."

Jack handed over a twenty-dollar bill and winked, "Keep the change."

"Wow. You don't see guests as generous as you in the South District."

Xiao Kai whistled and took the money. His eyes couldn't help but follow the other person. When he saw the man sitting opposite someone in the corner, he immediately withdrew his gaze as if he had been electrocuted.

Well, he knew that no one in the bar would know such a rich guy except Rorschach.

That's right, the person sitting in the corner was Rorschach, and the person who came was not an outsider either, but Ginny's father, Jack Bauer, a senior official of the Counter-Terrorism Agency.

As soon as Jack sat down, the professional smile on his face disappeared.

He frowned, sizing up Rorschach, who smelled of blood. "If you want to join CTU, I'd be happy. But if you're just bored late at night and want to call me over from Washington to have a drink, I'll stuff your head into the toilet in this bar. I hope they have the habit of cleaning the toilets on time every day."

"Hahaha"

Rorschach couldn't help laughing as he looked at Ginny's father in the dim light.

A man around fifty years old, with a precarious hairline and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles that can kill mosquitoes, he looks like a middle-aged coward whose edges have been smoothed out by life.

But the other party is obviously not that kind of person. Good people cannot become senior officials of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau.

"I did the case in New York." Rorschach said straight to the point, staring at Jack's facial muscles intently, not missing any subtle changes in expression.

"Oh?" Jack narrowed his eyes slightly, then a smile appeared on his lips. "I've seen that you're no ordinary kid for a long time, but I didn't expect you to dare to do such a thing. You're really brave."

As soon as the subject changed, his expression instantly turned cold. He leaned forward and asked in a deep voice, "Don't tell me you dragged Ginny into this too."

"Uh..." Rorschach was stunned by his sudden change of expression and quickly waved his hands to deny it: "No, no, you can rest assured about this. I did it all by myself from beginning to end."

"Oh, that's better!"

Jack looked at him deeply, lit a cigarette, and asked calmly, "So this time, you want to join the Counter-Terrorism Bureau to seek asylum because you offended a big shot? Damn it, you're just in trouble now, looking for a backer?"

Rorschach didn't respond, but simply pulled out a stack of vacuum-sealed CDs from his pocket and gently pushed them in front of Jack.

"These are some backups of the videos I found in New York. The names of the backup discs are clearly marked on the discs."

He said solemnly, "I asked you to come here because I hope you can hand these videos over to the right people and make them public!"

Jack glanced down at the names, his pupils suddenly contracting.

When he looked up, his expression had become extremely serious: "Are you sure this is true?"

"Of course, I brought this from hell myself."

Rorschach looked directly at Jack and said in a low voice, "If you're willing to help, you can take these discs with you. If you can't, then just pretend you haven't seen me tonight."

Jack and Rorschach stared at each other for a long time before he finally spoke, his tone tinged with confusion: "Aren't you afraid that after I agree to your promise, I'll just turn around and destroy these discs?"

"Of course I'm afraid." Rorschach looked him straight in the eye. "But I bet a father who can raise a daughter like Ginny still has some justice in his bones that hasn't been eaten by dogs."

".Justice, I didn't expect you to actually believe in justice."

"No, I don't believe in justice. I simply hate scum."

After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Jack slammed the butt into the ashtray.

His rough fingers gently stroked the edges of the discs, as if weighing them.

"I can help you pass this on to the Attorney General, but I have to make it clear to you first that although the Attorney General is generally neutral, he is nominated by the president and confirmed by the Senate, so his political stance may be influenced by the president."

Jack shook his head and said solemnly, "I can't guarantee what decision he'll make after getting these discs, whether it will be what you want."

Rorschach smiled easily and said, "It's okay, I'm just choosing an alternative plan."

"Plan B?" Jack nodded thoughtfully, then promised solemnly, "But you can rest assured that these backups will absolutely protect your safety. I can assure you of that."

Rorschach scoffed. "Never mind. We were just attacked by a bunch of assassins and secret agents during the day. Luckily, they were just some useless CIA guys."

Jack's eyebrows jumped. He looked at him carefully. Seeing that Rorschach was not injured, he nodded slightly. "That's because they don't take you seriously enough. Any one of the top lone rangers in the CIA would be enough to give you a hard time."

He stuffed the disc into his inner pocket and turned toward the door.

At the moment of pushing the door open, Jack suddenly turned around and showed a rare sincere smile:

"I almost forgot to mention—well done."

Rorschach raised his glass in greeting and watched his figure disappear in the rain.

Only then did he let out a long sigh.

Minister of Justice?

Of course he doesn't believe it!
But right now, the key is to temporarily escape the pursuit of those mad dogs in Washington.

As for backup
He smiled, threw down a bill, nodded to Xiaokai, and walked straight into the pouring rain.

It was late at night and it was raining heavily, so there was hardly a single pedestrian on the road.

When he got off the car, a figure holding an umbrella had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Rorschach Butcher."

The man's voice pierced the rain, carrying undeniable authority. "Mr. Underwood sent me—"

boom--!
The sound of gunfire tore through the rainy night.

A flower of blood bloomed on the man's forehead, and he fell straight into the puddle.

"Stupid. If you want to ask for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help."

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