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Chapter 67 The hero is in a desperate situation! (Please read and vote for me)
Mexico.

Villa in the suburbs of Juarez.

The man calmly watched the news report on TV.

And when Rorschach's picture appeared on the screen, his eyes narrowed dangerously, as if he wanted to deeply imprint the person in the picture into his mind.

"Rorschach Butcher."

He murmured the name, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees, his eyes uncertain.

"I've heard Gus talk about this guy before."

A middle-aged man with curly hair and a bath towel walked in, shaking his wet head and biting a cigar.

He tapped the screen with his jeweled ring-wearing finger and smiled playfully:

"More than a decade ago, when I was supplying Gus, that guy, Niko, had very few people working for him, yet he insisted on buying the second-largest market share of D-grade goods from me, second only to your Salamanca family. He suddenly became the biggest fat sheep in Chicago."

"I thought he'd come to me and ask for help, but this old guy found a retired old cop and a young boy from nowhere. With these two people, he managed to carve up such a large territory in Chicago."

"That young man back then was Rorschach. Gus once told me that he wanted Rorschach to take over after he retired. But the result was, hahahaha."

He suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed wildly, "This guy was actually killed by the successor he personally chose!"

Then, he affectionately put his arm around the man's shoulders on the sofa, puffing cigar smoke into his face. "Oh, and this guy also wiped out your Salamanca family, leaving only you as the only one left."

The muscles on the man's face twitched slightly, but he forced a smile.

The bohemian curly-haired man in front of him was none other than the Mexican tycoon Eladio, who once controlled all the supply sources of the Gus and Salamanca families!
The man looked at Rorschach's hard face on TV, and the smile on his face became more cruel.

"Gus, this guy, will underestimate his enemy, but I won't."

He stood up from the sofa, adjusted the collar of his shirt calmly, and gave Eladio a cold smile. "Three days, I only need three days. By then, the entire adult product market in Chicago will be called Salamanca again, a more powerful Salamanca."

Pushing open the door, two rows of fully armed gunmen stood like sculptures in the scorching sun.

Lalo raised his right hand, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth (Ojo por ojo, diente por diente)!"

“Cuentas rojas terminan en pualadas (cuentas rojas terminan en pualadas)!”

Amidst roars, AK-47 fire tore palm leaves into pieces.

Inside the house, Eladio was leisurely smoking a cigar.

Since the guy outside the door is still alive, the death of that young Chicago policeman has come.

Hector had originally planned to recall the other party to Chicago, but was delayed by business in Mexico.

If the other person had been there that night, the ending in the park would never have been so tragic.

The reason is simple, because the man’s name is - Lalo Salamanca!
A madman who is terrifyingly calm.

It is also the last heart of the Salamanca family!

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"Snapped!"

The passionate voice of the radio host suddenly stopped.

Mahone turned off the radio in annoyance. The flattering words praising Rorschach Butcher as "the Judge" and "the Last Knight" made his temples throb.

In the passenger seat, the special agent assigned to keep an eye on him stared straight ahead, his face expressionless.

Mahone glanced at the guy who was watching him and suddenly said, "Tell me, if the Speaker wants to bring down Rorschach, why did he praise him in the media first?"

"The higher you lift them, the harder they fall." The special agent replied coldly: "People love to create gods, and they love to destroy them even more with their own hands."

"That's right. Alas."

Ma Hong sighed.

The moment Pelary said Rorschach's name on the radio, he saw through this dirty trick - first praising someone to a pedestal and then throwing him down.

Those who are cheering for Rorschach now will become the angriest mob when they find out that they have been "deceived".

"Using this method on a hero who single-handedly rescued dozens of children" Mahone's knuckles turned white.

The special agent sneered: "I advise you to complete the task assigned to you by the Speaker. If you can't bear to do it, then think about your ex-wife and children."

"you--!"

Ma Hong suddenly turned his head to look at him and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by that!"

"Why do you think a mere senior agent like you can participate in such a mission?"

The special agent raised his lip sarcastically, "The Speaker loves to use people like you who have weak spots."

Ma Hong stared at the other person, his Adam's apple rolling.

The special agent tapped the dashboard impatiently. "Have you chosen your target? The Speaker has issued a death order. Within a week, that 'hero' must be in jail!"

In silence, Ma Hong threw the information about the troubled children in his hand into the back seat and stepped hard on the accelerator.

The tires made a harsh sound as they scraped against the ground, like some suppressed roar.

Half an hour later, Baltimore, the city with the third highest crime rate in the United States, looked particularly dilapidated in the twilight.

Mahone's car was parked next to a rusted RV with faded graffiti saying "White Power" on it.

"You're going to make my son perjure himself and frame the police officer who saved him?!"

The obese man in the dirty vest, cigarette in his mouth, stared at them in disbelief, "Wotfuck? Officer Butcher is my son's savior!"

Ma Hong pursed his lips, not knowing how to continue.

The Secret Service, who had been silent, suddenly asked, "Mr. Reeves, have you heard of the Michael Jordan child molestation case from last century?"

"MJ? Yeah, I know, the guy who bleached his skin on purpose, built an amusement park at home, and had sex with little boys in it." Reeves replied casually, biting the cigarette butt.

Upon hearing this, the Secret Service agent continued, "I can tell you clearly now that all the evidence in that sensational case was fabricated. Jordan Chandler, the first person to testify, lied from beginning to end."

"Really? But this is none of my business?" Reeves spat disdainfully.

"Then do you know how much money that kid got in the end?" The special agent suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Twenty million! A full twenty million US dollars!"

“Twenty-twenty million!!!”

Reeves' jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

But he quickly recovered and sneered, "Don't bullshit me! MJ is worth billions, he can afford any amount of money, and that little policeman is worth only a few dollars! Even if we perjure him to accuse him of molesting my son, what's the big deal? I have no benefit at all."

As a Baltimore native and experienced man, he is not so easy to fool.

But then, another sentence from the special agent completely moved him.

"We don't need your son to give such despicable perjury." The special agent leaned over and lowered his voice to explain Pelari's plan.

After saying this, he patted Reeves' greasy shoulder affectionately. "Just think about it! Those celebrities' fans will be so angry and excited when they find out. And your child is the first witness to bravely stand up and testify against the criminal. With just a little publicity, he will receive donations from those celebrities' fans around the world! I can guarantee it won't be less than five million!"

"five million"

Reeves' hands began to shake uncontrollably.

Not to mention five million, he had never even seen fifty thousand in cash in his life, and he couldn't imagine how huge a sum of money it was.

The special agent sneered, things were going more smoothly than expected.

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly jumped out from the quilt on the bed.

Little Reeves was like an angry little beast, punching the special agent's leg hard with his fist: "Bad guy! You are a bad guy too! You are in the same group with them! No, you are worse than those people!"

"stop!"

Reeves yelled, and when his son didn't listen, he raised his rough hand and slapped him. The crisp "slap" sound was particularly harsh in the small RV.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to stop?!"

"Dad, Dad," little Reeves covered his swollen cheeks, tears welling up in his eyes, "Uncle Rorschach is a good man, we shouldn't treat him like that."

"Good guy? Silly boy."

Reeves pinched his son's tender face, his eyes gleaming with greed, "With money, we can become good people again!"

He grabbed Reeves' head tightly and gave the Secret Service a flattering smile: "We will do whatever you say and make sure it's done well!"

"Very good." The special agent nodded with satisfaction. "Someone will deliver the complete confession tonight. It will go to court in a few days. I need you to memorize it thoroughly."

"Don't worry, it will definitely happen!"

Reeves rubbed his hands, his eyes flashing with greed, and he couldn't wait to go to court to testify against Rorschach.

Little Reeves, pinned down by him, struggled in vain, like a trapped cub.

Outside the RV, dark clouds hung low.

Ma Hong, who had quit smoking for many years, lit a cigarette and the smoke swirled in the dirty air.

"You are pushing a hero to a dead end." His voice was hoarse.

"Don't be so pretentious, man. You were the one who picked out these kids who were easy to break through."

The special agent twitched his lips sarcastically. "But I have to admit, as a senior agent, you do have good taste. You specifically target these money-hungry parents."

Ma Hong's face darkened. Yes, he had no right to blame others, as he was also an accomplice.

"What we want is to force him into a desperate situation!"

The special agent opened the car door and said coldly, "This guy won't survive a night in prison. He personally arrested half of the serious criminals in Chicago's Fox River Correctional Facility. He might get his head pierced by a sharpened toothbrush handle before he even gets his first meal."

Ma Hong put out his cigarette silently.

He had studied Rorschach's resume carefully and was very familiar with his abilities and personality.

If such people are treated fairly, they can easily become heroes they deserve.

But if such a hero is forced into a desperate situation—

He is likely to become a demon that makes everyone tremble in fear!

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