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

Chapter 65: I'm determined to make him lose his reputation and die in prison! (200 monthly tickets for extra chapters!)
motel.

On the open-air corridor on the second floor, Rorschach, with a cigarette butt in his mouth and a bottle of cold beer in his hand, leaned against the railing, squinting his eyes to admire the sunset after the rainstorm.

The sky had just cleared up, and the orange-red clouds looked like a bucket of ketchup had been poured on them, sticky and sticky on the horizon.

That old fox Underwood and his Secret Service henchmen are gone.

Before leaving, he did not forget to threaten in a pinched voice, "You are on the wrong side."

Apparently, our whip thought that Rorschach was in cahoots with the Attorney General, which was why he was so arrogant.

But what he didn't know was that he was not only late, but also made a wrong judgment.

Rorschach never intended to join anyone.

The CD he gave Jack was just a burned copy, and the original was hidden in an absolutely safe place.

He was waiting for a reply from a man.

Waiting for a tough guy who can use this "scandal bomb" as a cruise missile!
After taking a sip of beer, Rorschach was wondering whether he should go to the strip club across the street to satisfy his physical needs.

After all, he hadn't released his sexual energy for almost a month, and he didn't know what the quality of the girls in this club was like. If they were too bad, he would rather go back to his room and watch Por.

Just as I was weighing the pros and cons, the door of the next room was suddenly kicked open.

A sweaty, bald man rushed out dragging a suitcase, followed by a porcelain doll with snow-white skin and black hair.

"Hurry up, baby. We don't have much time left. We have to leave Chicago quickly." The strong man jumped on a Harley and urged the girl.

The girl stared at the motorcycle and blinked: "Where did this motorcycle come from?"

"This isn't a motorcycle, it's a Harley. Come on, baby, we have to get out of here."

"What about my car?"

"It's been banged up, hurry up baby."

"Whose Harley is this?"

"Thaad."

"Who is Thad?"

"Thad is done, baby, Thad is dead."

The girl sat in the back seat of the Harley without knowing why. Just as they were about to leave, Rorschach suddenly whistled: "Hey——"

He pulled out all the money in his pocket and swished it in his hand. "How about I give you three thousand dollars and ask your girlfriend to come up and give me a service, no blowjob, three thousand!"

"Wortfalk?!"

The bald man immediately got off his Harley in a rage, his hand touching his waist, and looked at the other man warily, "Who the hell are you?"

Rorschach opened his jacket, revealing the police badge underneath, and looked at the other person with a half-smile.

The sturdy man's hands on his waist froze. He first glanced at his bewildered girlfriend, then asked Rorschach as if to confirm, "What if it includes a blowjob?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Rorschach laughed and raised his middle finger. "Fuck you! Get out of here! If I smell gunfire and blood on you again in Chicago, I'll stuff you into the exhaust pipe of a Harley and blast you out!"

The strong man felt as if he had been pardoned. He was running for his life and didn't want to be targeted by a policeman.

He got in, started up his Harley, and waited for the cylinders to fire. Without even turning around, the guy gave Rorschach the finger and said, "Fuck you! Go to hell, cop! I'm going to New York to live the life of a rich man!"

“Puff-Puff-Boom——!”

After the standard three-stage roar of Harley, the strong man and his girlfriend disappeared in a flash.

Rorschach looked at the disappearing car and touched his chin thoughtfully.

New York? That's a great place, comparable to Chicago. I wonder if I'll have the chance to go there again in the future.

Seeing that even a bald thug could pick up such a top-notch girl, he suddenly felt that those strippers who were 87% fragrant were boring.

Back in the room, he called the director.

Since the crisis has been temporarily resolved, I should go back to work.

Speaking of which, Ginny's birthday seems to be in a few days, and Rorschach decided to give this girl an unforgettable birthday experience.

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late at night.

The FBI headquarters building in Washington, D.C., just three blocks from the White House.

In an office, Senior Agent Ma Hong was standing at his desk, reporting to the woman in front of him on the progress of the investigation into the New York case.

"The scene was severely damaged and no valid fingerprints were found."

"As for the cause of the explosion, it's quite clear it was a homemade plastic explosive. We found a large number of empty baby oil and detergent bottles in the cellar."

"Through the children's confessions, we can profile Rorschach Butcher, but the problem is that there are almost no surveillance cameras inside the old manor, and there are no witnesses to prove that he has entered the cellar."

"We found the bullet at Dad's death scene, but the murder weapon had been destroyed by the fire."

"And seriously, Madam Speaker"

Mahone looked at Speaker Pelari and advised earnestly, "Let's take a step back and say, even if we can prove that Rorschach Butcher is the murderer of Diddy, so what? Given the current trend of public opinion, exposing his identity will not only not harm him, but will actually elevate him to a higher rank."

"As for those celebrities who died, the Model Penal Code's doctrine of necessity, the bona fide rescuer protection law, and the accidental incident defense law are all readily available provisions for exoneration in New York State. Not to mention the more than 20 rescued children who are ready to testify on his behalf."

"From a legal perspective, there's nothing we can do about him."

After hearing what the other party said, Pelari's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

She carefully looked through the photos of the scene, and soon one of them caught her attention.

"this is?"

"It's P. Diddy's safe. According to his family, there's about five million in cash and nearly ten million worth of diamonds and jewelry in it."

Mahone continued to explain: "But this does not point to Rorschach. There were too many people coming in and out of the study that night. We can't prove that he took the money."

“If there is no evidence, then create it.”

A sneer suddenly crossed Pellari's face. "A small-time Chicago cop, relying on the charity of a socialite to sneak into a high-class party, stumbled upon a dirty secret in the cellar. But his first reaction wasn't to call the police to save them. Instead, he used those poor children as bargaining chips to blackmail Diddy into handing over his entire fortune."

"What happened after he got the money?" she suddenly raised her voice. "He betrayed me and killed my father! After being discovered by the guards, this executioner, who had just returned from the battlefield, used homemade explosives to silence him, but instead killed the innocent star in the hall!"

"Now tell me, Agent Mahone, is the emergency shelter still tenable in this situation?"

Ma Hong was slightly startled, his Adam's apple rolling. "Although it's a bit far-fetched, it's not impossible. But the problem is, those children were all rescued by him. It's impossible for him to give false testimony."

"child?"

Pelari lit a slim woman's cigarette, his smile growing wider. "Have you forgotten the 'MJ child molestation case' of the last century?"

Ma Hong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said with a conflicted expression, "Chairman, this is too despicable."

"Despicable? How do you think politics works?!"

Pelari stubbed out his cigarette and said harshly, "He wants to be an unknown hero, but I want him to be disgraced and die in prison!!!"

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