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

Chapter 73 General Hammer: "As long as you want to go, the road is right under your feet!" (Please read and vote for me)
"Just imagine, a veteran of the war on terror, upon returning to normal society, is ostracized by anti-war activists and unable to integrate into a harmonious social environment."

"My personality became irritable, I became addicted to weapons, I became an alcoholic, depressed, socially anxious, overly responsible, and I had nightmares every night."

"When you hear a glass bottle breaking in the supermarket, you'll instantly duck for cover. When you're showering, you'll suddenly remember the blood on the battlefield and scrub yourself frantically."

"They long to be understood, yet refuse to be approached by others. They feel unfamiliar with peaceful life and even miss the purity of the battlefield."

"So, you have PTSD, a mental illness that causes you to do outrageous things like blow up a dozen celebrities. Huh? Pretty cool, man."

Rorschach smacked his lips. "Dude, have you ever considered that I might not pass the mental evaluation?"

"Haha, don't worry about that, Rorschach."

Saul wiggled his index finger. "According to the provisions of the Motion for Mental Health Evaluation, you have at least a ninety-day buffer period before the judge signs the mandatory mental health evaluation order. Although this time will be spent in the hospital, given your abilities... Aha?"

He lowered his voice and said, "In addition to defending you, I can also provide you with fake licenses to Mexico, Brazil, Cuba, and even Southeast Asia. As long as you escape from the hospital, I can contact the human traffickers to send you away that night."

"Wortfalk?!"

Rorschach laughed angrily. "If I wanted to run away, I would have disappeared last night. Why would I need to listen to your nonsense?"

"You're nothing but a charlatan." Ginny stood up suddenly and pulled Rorschach's arm.

How could she accept that the crooked lawyer across from her actually wanted Rorschach to leave the United States right from the start?

"Don't worry, don't worry." Thor quickly stopped Rorschach and said seriously, "Rorschach, believe me, I definitely want to help you get away with this. If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by the drug trafficking gang in the South District. But the problem is, in this case, apart from pretending to be mentally ill, there is no possibility of getting away with this."

"While the children's confessions may have been coerced into perjury, there is a lack of direct evidence to prove they were manipulated."

"Even if the cash found in your home was a frame-up, there's no evidence to the contrary."

"Public opinion is not on your side now. Compared with the deceased star, you are naturally at a disadvantage. The jury may have a preconceived notion that you are guilty."

"The most important thing is that in cases like these involving celebrity deaths and child kidnapping, the government needs to quickly close the case to appease public opinion and is reluctant to delve into the truth. It's very likely they'll convict you right away at the first trial!"

Rorschach shrugged nonchalantly: "Then I'm screwed, right?"

"As long as you refuse to plead guilty!" Thor said seriously, "I'll prepare the materials for the psychiatric evaluation and find a way to dig out some useful information from those children. Just going through the psychiatric evaluation process can delay us for several years!"

"Nonsense, only a fool would plead guilty!" Ginny rolled her eyes at him speechlessly. She felt that what this lawyer said was just a bunch of worthless nonsense.

Rorschach nodded slightly and said softly, "You can handle it yourself. The lawyer's fees..."

"Shit, don't talk to me about this, man. I owe you a lot for being able to gain a foothold in the South District." Thor pretended to hit his shoulder, but it turned into a hug when they made contact.

Rorschach raised a smile and did not stay any longer, preparing to leave with Ginny.

But as soon as he stepped out of the office door, a burly figure blocked his way.

"BOBOSS?"

The sturdy man's eyes widened, his voice trembling with excitement: "I'm Anton, do you remember me? Fight Club."

He broke off suddenly and winked at Rorschach.

"Anton," Rorschach nodded knowingly, "I remember. You dislocated your arm that night. Is it okay now?"

"Hahaha, it's been healed for a long time." Anton scratched his head carelessly.

Rorschach looked him up and down and asked, "So what are you planning to do? Are you planning to imitate the journalists and politicians on TV and come and criticize and accuse me?"

Anton was instantly furious when he heard this, and he immediately started cursing: "Fuck! Fuck the journalists and media! Fuck the politicians and their brainless fans!"

He clenched his fists, looked at Rorschach with a serious face, and said, "Boss, all the brothers in the club are on your side! Even if you deliberately blew up those celebrities, so what? Fuck! Those bastards were no good to begin with. Let alone ten deaths, even a hundred would be justified! Boss, you did a really great job!"

Rorschach was slightly startled, his eyes falling on Anton's excited expression. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course! Look at the ugly faces of those politicians and media on TV these days."

Anton said angrily, "They turned a blind eye to the imprisoned children, and their minds were filled with the deaths of those filthy, hypocritical celebrities. This country is so filthy it makes me want to vomit! Damn it, honestly, if I didn't have parents to support and children to raise, I really want to grab a gun and fight you, Boss! Clean out all the pests in this country! Kill all those filthy politicians and celebrities!"

"Hahahaha." Rorschach suddenly burst into laughter and said in a very serious tone: "Thank you, Anton. You are right, this country is really too dirty. It's time someone cleaned it up from top to bottom."

After saying that, Rorschach patted Anton's shoulder heavily, then walked out of the law firm with brisk steps.

Ginny looked at his back, tilted her head in confusion, then quickened her pace to catch up.

------------

Early morning two days later.

The day the court is in session.

Rorschach was wearing a neat black suit and sitting in an unremarkable Chinese restaurant, eating dumplings leisurely.

"Among all the Chinese restaurants in Chicago, this one is the only one that offers authentic flavors, but unfortunately, its business is also the worst."

"I once advised my boss that it's important to adapt to local customs. Americans can't eat authentic Chinese food."

"But do you know how he replied to me?"

Rorschach looked up at the three people in front of him and said word by word: "He said, 'It's changed, is it still Chinese food?'"

The director bit his cigar, his brow furrowed.

He has used all his connections these days, but still can't find a breakthrough.

Ginny was also at a loss, but Thor was still full of confidence.

As long as Rorschach does not plead guilty, he is confident that he can drag out this case for several years.

At this moment, Rorschach's cell phone on the table suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that the contact was an unknown number, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He pressed the connect button and put it to his ear. A deep and powerful voice came from inside:

"From your home to the Chicago Supreme Court, you'll have to go through Madison Avenue. From the courthouse to Fox River Jail, you'll take the West Loop. From the high point of 32 Madison Avenue, you can set up machine guns and control the entire street. The underground pipe network at the third ramp of the West Loop is more than enough for you to escape. The guys are on the way, all elite Rangers and Delta Force members, as well as the Screaming Eagles, who you're most familiar with."

"Taking into account all contingencies, you can escape the surveillance of the FBI and Secret Service in three minutes."

"Rorschach, as long as you want to go, the road is right under your feet."

Listening to the voices that he hadn't heard for a long time, the smile on Rorschach's face gradually widened, as if he saw the passionate years of the past.

But in the end, he slowly shook his head: "No, General, I changed my mind."

"What is it?"

"I want to play with them."

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "Are you sure? Don't hold on, child. I'm planning a very important plan recently and I need manpower. Believe me, this plan will make you very excited."

Rorschach smiled, a smile that held a hint of confidence and ease. "Since it's so important, I'll definitely wait until I'm stronger before joining in. Right now, I just want to enjoy this game."

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone, and General Hammer's helpless voice came out: "Whatever you want, don't mess around."

Rorschach nodded and hung up the phone.

At this time, the restaurant owner, an old man in his sixties, walked up to Rorschach and asked with a smile, "In my country, eating dumplings at this time is not a good omen. Would you like some more, Rorschach?"

"Forget it, two bowls are enough." Rorschach smiled and shook his head, picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, but the next second he suddenly called the boss.

"Wait, Li, let's have another one."

He smiled, revealing his white teeth: "I'm particularly hungry today."

Friends who like it please continue to support it, and vote for it if you have tickets. Thank you



(End of this chapter)