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

Chapter 75 I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize that it’s a fucking comedy!
"Right there in Diddy's study, my son witnessed this ruthless executioner using the innocent children in the cellar as bargaining chips in a criminal negotiation with Diddy. This damned corrupt cop demanded ten million right from the start. He had no regard for the children's safety; he only cared about the stinking money!"

"You're lying! You just kept saying your son saw it with his own eyes, but the incredibly heavy cellar door leading to the study is so heavy that a nine-year-old child couldn't even push it open. And you're actually saying your son not only pushed open the cellar door, but also eavesdropped on the conversation between Rorschach and Diddy?"

"That's because they both have something to hide. They're guilty, so naturally they didn't care about my son!"

"Then how can you be sure that your son is not lying?"

"He's only nine! Children don't lie!"

"The child may not, but as an adult, you can't say for sure if it's for money!"

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On the TV in a bar somewhere in the South, Rivers and Saul were arguing fiercely, with spit flying everywhere.

When the guests heard what was on TV, many of them sneered.

"Although I don't like that lawyer in a pink suit with slicked-back hair and powdered face, this guy named Rivers is clearly lying."

"I guess he accepted favors from those celebrities. This guy is just white trash."

"If you ask me, that Rorschach did a really great job. How could any of the celebrities who attended that Nico's party be good people? They all deserve to die!"

Everyone was talking at once, and in this conservative town, almost everyone supported Rorschach.

At this moment, a discordant voice broke the lively atmosphere:

"Fuck, I think what he said sounds like the truth. Look at his red face, it's obvious that he's really feeling it. And look at that calm Rorschach Butcher!"

A guy wearing a skull cap and a leather jacket, looking like a biker gang member, held a beer in his hand and cursed with disdain, "This guy doesn't seem to have any emotions at all. He might be a cold-blooded killer like Hannibal Lecter. Otherwise, he wouldn't do something as cruel as blowing up a dozen celebrities. I've seen a lot of these evil cops! He..."

"Oh!"

Before this guy could finish his words, the muzzle of a gun was already pressed against his forehead!
"Fuck you, if you dare say that again!"

Connor's eyes widened in anger. He grabbed the man's head, pressed the gun hard on the bar, and roared viciously, "If I hear you insult Rorschach Butcher again, I'll shoot you in the head right now!"

".OK, relax buddy, it was just a joke."

The biker gang members immediately gave in and raised their hands obediently.

He never thought that a casual remark of his would provoke such a ruthless character who would pull out a gun and attack.

Connor glared at him fiercely before retracting his gun and sitting back down next to Murphy, his eyes glued to the live broadcast on TV, not daring to relax for a moment.

The two of them were extremely anxious at the moment. After all, they were the ones who took the money from the safe. At that time, Rorschach had been shot and was unconscious.

The two brothers have secretly made up their minds that if Rorschach is really imprisoned, they will do everything they can to break out of prison and rescue him.

Not only the two of them, but now there are many people with different thoughts and feelings all over the world watching this live broadcast.

In the basement of an abandoned bar in Chicago, dozens of shirtless men are staring at the TV screen.

Rivers' hypocritical face was distorted in the picture, and someone was already squeezing the beer bottle in his hand, making it crackle.

In the government building in Washington, politicians in suits held their coffee and stared intently at the trial of the century.

Some people frowned, some sneered, and some quietly dialed the phone.

At a military base far away in Africa, a silver-haired general stood in front of a big screen with his hands behind his back.

The star on his epaulettes sparkled in the sun, but his eyes were as cold as the frozen Siberian soil.

In court, witnesses took the stage one after another.

With tears in their eyes, they accused Rorschach of crimes: threatening children, blackmailing wealthy people, and making bombs. Every word was like a knife, cutting Rorschach's image bit by bit.

The expressions of the jury members became increasingly ugly, and one old lady even turned her head away in disgust.

Outside the court, fans holding photos of the star began to sob.

In the candlelight, the carefully retouched photos looked particularly dazzling.

Ginny gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The atmosphere in the entire courtroom was like a tightening noose, and Rorschach was the prisoner about to be hanged.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Thor slammed the table heavily.

After attracting the attention of everyone present, he picked up a document from the table and faced the jury.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we are discussing now is not the letter of the law, but how war eats away a person's soul!" He handed the documents in his hand to the judge's desk, pointed at Rorschach and said, "All the testimony you have heard before, those perfect timelines and motivation analyses, are based on a wrong premise - that Rorschach is a sober and rational person!"

“But unfortunately he is not.”

Yes, in this situation, Thor can only resort to mental illness to try to buy more time for Rorschach.

"Look at the documents you have on hand. Afghanistan! Iraq! Africa! This country threw him into hell, and now they're trying to judge him for the scars he brought back from hell! Yes, it's just as you think. My client has actually been suffering from post-war PTSD for a long time!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the court was in an uproar.

The prosecutor's lawyer's face turned pale in an instant, and the parents who had given false testimony looked at each other in bewilderment.

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)?
He was fine before, but now he becomes mentally ill as soon as he goes to court?

This is just a joke.

Rorschach also coughed uncomfortably.

It’s not that he minds being called a psychopath, but the words “serving the country” give him goosebumps.

After all, I joined the army purely to get away from that annoying guy Gus.

The prosecutor flipped through the materials Saul submitted and sneered, "Without even a basic psychiatric evaluation report, you dare to claim the defendant suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder? Saul, do you think this is a children's court?"

"No, but under 18 U.S.C. § 4241, if there is a likelihood that the defendant, due to mental illness, will be unable to understand the proceedings or assist in his defense, the trial must be stayed and a psychiatric evaluation initiated."

Saul confidently retorted, "Considering my client's service in the Airborne Assault Division and numerous combat deployments, he fully meets the criteria for PTSD. Therefore, I'm requesting a 90-day psychiatric evaluation at the Federal Medical Center! If my judgment is wrong, we can continue the trial process then."

"That's ridiculous! You're abusing the judicial process!"

"I abused the process? Why don't you explain to me why all the key testimonies came from the parents, while the most important child witnesses have not testified directly yet?"

"Federal Rule of Evidence 807 provides that if a witness is unable to testify due to age or psychological trauma, his or her previous statements may be made by his or her parents!"

"Haha, I think you are afraid of being exposed."

The voices of the two men were getting louder and louder. Although Saul was just a small lawyer who took lawsuits for the poor in the South District, he did not feel nervous at all when facing these lawyers from big law firms. Instead, he spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if he was in his home turf.

"Dong dong dong——!"

The female judge slammed the gavel, signaling them to be quiet.

He first glanced at Rorschach, who remained silent, and then turned his gaze to the children who were clinging tightly to their parents' clothes.

"This court needs to confirm whether there are any child witnesses present who can personally confirm the statements made by their parents."

Several children lowered their heads and said nothing. Rivers pinched his son's back hard and whispered something in his ear.

Then, the blond boy timidly raised his pale face, and as soon as his eyes met Rorschach's, he dodged away as if he had been electrocuted.

"It's true."

The boy's voice was as thin as a mosquito. "Everything Dad said is true."

wow——

There was an uproar in the courtroom, the jurors were whispering to each other, and exclamations came from the gallery one after another.

Ginny closed her eyes in pain, but Thor remained calm.

Just as he said, as long as Rorschach did not plead guilty, and considering his military service experience, it would not be a problem for him to drag it out for a few months on the grounds of mental illness.

"Defendant, do you have anything else to say?" the judge asked coldly as he struck the gavel.

Rorschach was silent for a moment, then slowly turned to look at the witness stand.

The children all lowered their heads and twisted the corners of their clothes nervously with their fingers.

Their parents stood behind them, without a trace of guilt on their faces.

He suddenly laughed out loud, and the laughter was particularly harsh in the silent courtroom.

"I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize it's actually a fucking comedy!"

Rorschach forced a cold smile, looked directly into the judge's eyes, and slowly said, "I plead guilty."

He said word by word, "Those celebrities—every one of them, I killed them all with my own hands!"

(End of this chapter)