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

Chapter 61: Thinking too much, shooting too slowly! (Please read and vote for me)

South suburbs.

The abandoned park was soaked with rainwater.

Two MH-60 Black Hawk helicopters, their rotors lowered, were parked in the center of the square.

Every commanding height around is guarded by a battle-hardened soldier, with an M16 slung across his chest, level IV bulletproof plates under his light tactical vest, and the night vision goggles bracket of his FAST helmet flipped up, revealing his cold eyes.

All standard equipment for US military Tier 1 units.

Soon, an Escalade ran through the water and braked suddenly next to the helicopter.

Jack pushed the door open and got out of the car, his black umbrella snapping open.

His signature smile was gone, and his expression was extremely serious. "Go straight back to Andrews Air Force Base. I want to see the Attorney General before dawn."

"Understood, sir." The soldier pulled the collective pitch lever and the rotor began to accelerate.

After hesitating for half a second, he turned around and shouted, "Didn't you say you were going to come to Chicago and bring us a new team member?"

Gazing at the dark night sky outside, Jack slowly raised a cold smile on his face:

"What Washington lacks recently is not new blood, but a few old guys who need to be 'bleeded'."

The porthole reflected his hand pressed against the inside pocket of his suit - there lay twelve CDs, each labeled with the name of a Capitol Hill bigwig in red pen.

Time passes quickly in the rain.

When Jack arrived at the Attorney General's house, it was already dawn.

When the doorbell rang for the third time, the oak door slowly opened.

New Attorney General Eric Holder stood inside the door in his bathrobe, looking helplessly at the man outside: "Jack, if this is just to get a piece of the blueberry muffins my wife made, you're being too dedicated."

Jack tugged at his rain-soaked tie and took out the stack of compact discs he had been protecting from his inner pocket.

"I'm afraid I'm going to let my wife down today, sir."

He smiled wearily and said, "These 'breakfast books' are enough to keep us in the office until midnight."

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at home.

Rorschach was packing his luggage.

Since Washington has already started sending people to assassinate him, it is better not to stay at home.

After all, the newly repaired walls and doors and windows cannot withstand a second round of gunfire. If they are destroyed again, with the Americans' slow labor costs, who knows when people can live there again.

He planned to find a few motels to stay in rotation, but he didn't think he would be able to stay there for long.

Given Ginny's father's decisive character, he should be able to give him a definite answer soon.

As for the aftermath of last night's gunfight, colleagues in the police station had already transported the bodies to the morgue with ease.

Perhaps because of his notoriety, almost everyone thought that the gang was taking revenge on him again.

After all, in the Chicago police force, who doesn’t know that gangsters come to Rorschach every now and then to “reminisce”?
Two bulging backpacks are all his belongings: one is filled with various guns, and the other is filled with daily necessities.

The black money he collected as a policeman over the years, as well as the millions of dollars he got from Diddy's safe, had long been hidden in more than a dozen safe houses.

The several thousand dollars in cash he now has is enough for him to live a carefree life for a while.

"Click--" As soon as he slammed the door, Rorschach saw Ginny leaning against his pickup truck with her arms folded, her round blue eyes staring straight at him.

"tsk"

Rorschach smacked his lips in a state of headache before asking gravely, "Is the security in the North District good enough for patrol officers to skip work?"

"A real police officer should run to where the gunfire is loudest." Ginny kicked his tire with the toe of her boot. "That's what you taught me."

Rorschach shrugged. "I'm on administrative leave. If you have any questions, come back to me after my leave."

He casually threw his backpack into the back seat of the pickup truck and was about to close the door when Ginny opened the passenger seat and got in.

"You were responsible for the case in New York the day before yesterday, weren't you?" She closed the car door and stared at him.

"Me?" Rorschach pointed at himself and grinned exaggeratedly. "Do you think I'd be the unknown hero who saved dozens of children, bombed a dozen celebrities, and shot Diddy?"

".Well, it was just a wild guess at first, but now I'm convinced it was you."

Ginny laughed, but the smile quickly froze at the corners of her mouth.

Her gaze fell on the faintly visible bruises on Rorschach's collar, and her voice deepened. "You always put yourself in danger like this, but have you ever thought about how many people would be heartbroken if one day you couldn't dodge that bullet flying towards your head? Before you do anything, you should think carefully before making any decision."

Rorschach was slightly startled, then glanced at Ginny with a frown.

This tone...why does it sound wrong?

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and smiled: "You know what? Last time I carefully planned for several years to deal with someone, but it ended up causing a young man with a bright future to lose his life, and a child in his early teens was tied up and sent to hell. Since then I have understood -"

Rorschach turned to Ginny and said slowly, "When you can solve the problem with one shot, any plan is a waste of time!"

“Good people in this world die too early because they think too much and shoot too slowly!”

Ginny was choked and speechless for a moment. She stared into Rorschach's deep eyes: "Are you so sure that you will always be the final winner?"

Rorschach took a cigarette from the box, lit it, took a deep puff, and replied calmly, "How can I be so sure? I just have no way out."

Ginny sighed, unsure how to respond.

She bit her lip and looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly said, "My dad called me this morning and said he wanted to transfer me to another place."

"where?"

"I don't know. He said Washington, New York, Los Angeles, whatever I want, but I just can't stay in Chicago."

"Wow, it's different when you have connections. You can be transferred wherever you want." Rorschach asked jokingly, "So you came all the way here just to say goodbye to me?"

Ginny imitated his usual gesture, shrugged, and said lightly: "I came to tell you that it's my birthday in two days. I will have a party at home. Remember to come."

After saying that, the girl, as usual, hummed a Taylor Swift song and walked briskly towards the police car to leave.

But at this moment, a black car suddenly stopped in front of Rorschach's house.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses got out of the car.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing a very recognizable German face and slightly melancholy eyes. He first glanced quickly at Ginny, then walked towards Rorschach who was in the car.

"Good morning, Officer Butcher."

The man extended his hand, forcing a smile onto his cold face. "I'm Alexander Mahone, a senior FBI agent. I have a case that requires your cooperation."

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