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

Chapter 62 "You have offended a person who truly holds power!" (Please read and vote for me)
The door of the house, which had just been closed for less than five minutes, opened again.

On the sofa riddled with bullet holes, Agent Mahone held the recording device in his hand, his dark brown eyes fixed on Rorschach across from him, asking one question after another.

"What is your relationship to Maria Brenda?"

"I know her from working on a case. She's the main suspect in a recent North District serial homicide case."

"Then why did you go to P. Diddy's party in New York with her?"

"Because she wanted to go, we had no right to control her personal freedom, but in order to prevent her from escaping, I had no choice but to go with her."

"But I saw in the Chicago Police Department's records that you went to New York to investigate a missing child case."

"Is there a conflict? I went there just to investigate the case. Otherwise, wouldn't it be enough to send an ordinary police officer?"

"So before you went to New York, you knew the clue to the missing person's case was at Daddy's manor?"

"Yes, our police department just took down a local drug kingpin named Gus not long ago. My informant saw a car driving from Gus's drug warehouse to New York. Plus, he was previously involved in a missing child case, so I'm naturally keeping a close eye on him."

"Where is your informant now?"

"I'm sorry, but due to the informant privilege protection law under Rule 501 of the Federal Rules of Evidence, I will not disclose my identity as an informant to anyone unless the judge asks."

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Mahone relentlessly explored every detail of the New York Manor case, while Rorschach seemed to be at ease. When mentioning certain sensitive links, he even deliberately created an impression of vague memory and intentionally guided the direction of the topic.

Ma Hong's lowered eyes kept wandering over Rorschach. This policeman gave him a very strange feeling.

The testimony was flawless and completely consistent with the statements of other witnesses.

But there is still suspicion.

Because this Rorschach is so relaxed!

When the other party mentioned the explosion in the manor and the deaths of many celebrities, his tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather.

As a senior FBI agent, this was the first time that Ma Hong encountered a suspect who was so calm under his interrogation.

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, Ginny pushed the door open.

She looked around the devastated interior and rolled her eyes at Rorschach. "The outside's all fixed, can't the inside be cleaned up? Hasn't the police department's insurance money been paid? Is it that hard to just make a phone call and buy some furniture?"

Before Rorschach could speak, Ma Hong interrupted him coldly: "Officer, I am investigating a serious case. Unrelated personnel please step aside."

Hearing this, Ginny bit her lip, glared at him, and snorted softly, "I don't think I'm irrelevant. My father is the head of the Operations Department of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau. Rorschach is a promising young man and he intends to invite him to join the CTA. I'm staying here to observe him. Do you still think I'm irrelevant?"

"CTU?"

Ma Hong's eyes suddenly became serious.

Although the Counter-Terrorism Agency is a new law enforcement agency established after the 9/11 incident, it has law enforcement powers within and outside North America that are unmatched by the FBI and CIA.

Not only does it have the authority to mobilize garrison troops and all local law enforcement forces, but all actions only need to be reported to the Attorney General.

In other words, CTA is now the largest privileged agency in North America!

Ma Hong immediately stood up from the sofa with a smile on his face.

He extended his hand towards Ginny and said seriously, "So you're Mr. Ball's daughter. I've had the privilege of attending Mr. Ball's special lectures many times at the FBI, and I've benefited greatly from each one."

Ginny glanced at him, shook his hand briefly, and asked in a muffled voice, "Have you finished your investigation?"

Ma Hong glanced back at Rorschach, who was still sitting as steady as a mountain. After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he nodded and said, "It's almost done."

He turned and extended his hand to Rorschach, smiling and greeting him. "I'm sorry, Officer Butcher, we're all family after all. You should understand that everything I did was just routine inquiries, and I had no other intentions."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Rorschach stood up and shook his hand vigorously.

Mahone looked at him deeply, nodded slightly to Ginny, and left the room.

After he left, Ginny tilted her head and smiled at Rorschach, "Although Agent Mahone looks serious, he seems quite easy to talk to."

Rorschach didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the direction Mahone was driving away.

Perhaps due to the keen perception granted by the system, he smelled a hint of danger from this Agent Ma Hong.

I'm afraid this German guy won't give up easily.

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After sending the FBI agent away, Rorschach didn't talk much with Ginny. He threw the house key to her and drove to the suburbs alone, where he found a motel to stay.

As for why he gave the key to Ginny, he said he wanted to find someone to clean the house and buy some new furniture.

Well, Rorschach now realized that his relationship with this rookie police officer seemed to be becoming more and more subtle.
After putting his luggage away, Rorschach emptied the ashtray full of cigarette butts on the bedside table and spread the ashes evenly on the doormat.

He locked the door and prepared to go to a nearby place for lunch.

As for whether the room is clean, just look at the ashtray filled with cigarette butts. In the United States, except for star-rated hotels, the sanitary conditions of these motels are not even as good as those of mud houses in the Middle East.

But it’s not entirely without advantages.

Just like now, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw fast food restaurants, bars, and even strip clubs nearby, all of which were prepared for the truck drivers passing by.

After ordering an extra-large steak with fish and chips, Rorschach just picked up the knife and fork when he shook his head helplessly and slowly put down the cutlery.

At some point, the restaurant, which originally had a few customers, was now empty. Only a middle-aged man with his back to him was still chewing his steak slowly in the corner.

As if noticing Rorschach's gaze, the man suddenly picked up his plate and sat down opposite him.

"I'm sorry to meet you this way."

The man wiped his mouth and said, "But you killed one of my staff members last night. I have to be cautious."

"So you're here to settle accounts with me?" Rorschach picked up the knife and fork again and cut the steak as if nothing had happened.

Underwood, who was also focused on cutting the meat, said without looking up: "No, no, no, since you killed River, it means he must have made a mistake. After all, he has been with me since I was a state legislator."

He raised his head and flashed his trademark politician smile. "Being close to power makes some people mistakenly believe they also possess power. I have to thank you for nipping this delusion in his bud before he makes a bigger mistake."

Rorschach paused slightly with his knife and fork—this answer was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Ah, I have a bad memory." Underwood wiped his hands elegantly with his napkin and extended his hand. "Francis Underwood, House Majority Whip."

Rorschach nodded slightly and raised his hand to shake his.

Before he could even open his mouth, the whip cut to the chase: "A Chicago Police Department superintendent position in exchange for those backups you have. Don't think it's too little, Mr. Butcher. Compared to my colleagues, my offer is already the highest."

He lowered his voice and said, "Everyone else wants to kill him directly."

Rorschach chewed his beef, looked the other man straight in the eye, and suddenly laughed: "I've noticed that you bigwigs always like to grab the right to speak right from the start."

"Just a little negotiation skill."

Underwood's smile remained unchanged. "Honestly, I admire you. I had to trade a lot of political resources for this position of police commissioner. But it's worth it. With someone like you in a high position, Chicago's crime rate might actually drop a few points."

Rorschach didn't respond, but changed the subject: "Last night I was surrounded and attacked by CIA agents at home."

"I heard that. I apologize to you on behalf of Madam Speaker. She was a bit too impulsive, as a woman is."

Underwood suddenly leaned forward, his voice lowered. "But don't worry, I want to take down that bitch more than you do!"

"If I give you the backup, will you expose it?" Rorschach suddenly asked.

“Come on (Please)!”

Underwood threw up his hands dramatically. "Don't ask stupid questions like that, okay, Rorschach? What good will it do you and me if it's exposed?"

"What if I don't give it to you?"

Underwood sighed and pointed out the window. "See those dozen trucks? Do you really think they're filled with goods destined for far-flung destinations?"

He put on his smile again. "Go serve this city as your commissioner. I look forward to seeing you in Congress someday. And of course—"

He suddenly pointed at Rorschach, his eyes cold. "If I knew you had recorded a copy of those videos, you'd be in big trouble."

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on Underwood's face with its false smile, then glanced at the Secret Service vehicles disguised as trucks outside the window.

After a moment's silence, he shook his head. "What a pity, Mr. Whip. I don't like your attitude. I think it's better not to give you those backups."

"manner?"

Underwood suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard some truly absurd joke. "Do you know what the biggest difference between us is, Rorschach?"

"Tell me about it." Rorschach responded expressionlessly.

Underwood smiled and said, "Like you, I came from the slums. But the difference is that I achieved success through my own hard work, entered Congress, became a party whip, and am respected by everyone. But you, because of an attitude problem, gave up the opportunity to climb up. You rejected me, the only person in the world who was willing to help you! A truly powerful person!"

"You've worn out my patience."

Underwood sighed, then raised an eyebrow at Rorschach. "If you're willing to compromise now, take out those backups, and kneel down to give me a blowjob, I can forgive your earlier rudeness."

He tapped the table lightly, and the next second, hundreds of special agents in suits appeared all around, all pointing their guns at Rorschach.

Rorschach looked around. Even though hundreds of guns were pointed at him, he still didn't speak.

Underwood frowned and was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang rapidly.

He glanced at the contact on the screen and his expression changed slightly.

"Won't you answer?"

Rorschach looked at him calmly, "It seems you haven't understood yet, Mr. Whip. You're already late."

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