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Chapter 81: Pray that God can save you from my hands!!! (Please subscribe first!)

Michael is in a bad mood now, no, it should be said that he has never been so bad.

As a construction engineer who graduated from an Ivy League school, he has a bright future.

For him, going to jail was already a tough job, not to mention that the person sleeping on the bunk above him was a murderer.

Even in prison, he has heard a lot of news from the outside world in the past two days.

Michael knew the identity of this fellow inmate very well.

He is the policeman who exposed the P. Diddy estate scandal, and he is also the "bloodthirsty demon" criticized by the media and fans.

Some people regard him as a hero, but more people wish he would die in prison.

And now, the other party was actually living in the same cell with him. There was no doubt that Michael felt that he was in trouble.

"I hope it won't delay my plan," Michael sighed to himself and closed his eyes to take a nap.

If nothing unexpected happens, the cafeteria will definitely be very "lively" tonight. He needs to keep himself strong enough to avoid being hurt by those vicious guys outside.

"Dude."

Suddenly, Rorschach's voice came from the upper bunk.

Michael opened his eyes suddenly, frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Have you noticed that there's something wrong with the toilet in our cell?"

Rorschach said slowly, "There's at least five centimeters of space between the back and the wall. It's not securely fastened. Will it leak?"

Michael's muscles tensed instantly, but he quickly relaxed again. "I haven't seen any leaks in the two days I've been here."

He said casually, "The prison uses low-quality C1 tile adhesive, which has poor water retention. The surface of the adhesive forms a crust, leaving the deeper layers uncured. This level of peeling is normal."

"Oh I got it."

Rorschach's voice was amused. "You seem quite knowledgeable. A construction worker?"

"I used to be an engineer." Michael was vague and obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

But Rorschach obviously didn't intend to let him go. "Then how did you get in?"

"I was short of money, so I robbed a bank." Michael said coldly.

"Cool, it seems you are quite brave."

Rorschach closed his eyes, a meaningful smile on his lips, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Time passed slowly in this sealed prison, until the shrill sound of an electric bell broke the silence.

It's dinner time!

"Crack!"

The sounds of electronic locks opening came one after another.

Although the person had not left yet, waves of excited abuse could be heard outside the cell.

"Rorschach! Where the hell are you, Rorschach!"

"Clean your neck, Rorschach! I'll be waiting for you in the cafeteria!"

"This damn cop must have pissed himself! Hahaha!"

"."

Michael licked his dry lips.

At this rate, I'm afraid I'll have to find a new roommate in less than a day.

Bang!
The person on the upper bunk jumped down nimbly.

Rorschach stretched, his muscles faintly visible under his orange prison uniform.

He seemed completely oblivious to the threatening sounds outside, and said lazily, "I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time. As expected, this kind of environment is more conducive to sleep."

"I advise you to wait until they finish eating before going," Michael couldn't help but remind him, "You will die if you go out now."

"Thanks, but I don't have the habit of eating other people's leftovers." Rorschach smiled.

Just as Michael was hesitating whether to follow, Rorschach had already moved his wrist and walked out of the cell door.

"You know what, Michael."

Without looking back, he said, "What I love most is doing some warm-up exercises before meals."

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Outside the cell, prison guards in black uniforms were standing in the corridors. They were all around 40 years old and in good health.

They glanced coldly at the prisoners coming out of the cell, and when Rorschach's figure appeared in their sight, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Is this guy really not afraid of death?

Soon, Rorschach arrived at the cafeteria which was already full of prisoners.

As soon as he appeared, the prisoners who were chatting and laughing fell silent. Many of them looked at each other, revealing either playful or cruel smiles.

It was as if he had already seen the other person's tragic death before his eyes.

But Rorschach took the plate without changing his expression and joined the queue.

Behind the glass counter in front, the prison guard was scooping up golden fried fish fillets from the boiling oil pan. The sizzling sound of dripping fat was particularly harsh.

Although it is a prison, the food is pretty good.

At this moment, a sarcastic laugh came from behind: "Look, isn't this our big star in Chicago, Detective Rorschach Butcher?"

A burly white man with tattoos all over his body and a swastika on his neck pushed through the crowd, grinning and revealing his jagged yellow teeth: "Remember me, Rorschach? You broke both of my arms and sent me to jail for helping a group of Eastern Chinks."

He deliberately pressed his sweaty body against Rorschach: "I thought I would never get revenge on you in this lifetime, but I didn't expect that bitch, the goddess of luck, would take such good care of me. So, I will also take good care of you, my detective."

The guy's fingers secretly stroked the iron piece hidden in his sleeve, and the smile on his face became more and more hideous.

Rorschach glanced at him slightly, then sneered in disdain.

Seeing the other party ignoring him like this, the strong man was so angry that his teeth were chattering. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Hey, brothers, do you want to make a bet? Let's bet on how long this damn cop can last in this damn place!"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners around burst into laughter.

"I'll bet on it for a day, because I'll kill him tomorrow during my free time!"

"In two days, when I go to the laundry, I'm going to stick this damn cop's head in the dryer!"

"Hahaha"

The cafeteria was filled with wild laughter, and many prisoners seemed to have a blood feud with Rorschach.

But there were also several groups of prisoners, each occupying a different area, just watching all this coldly.

The sturdy man raised a finger and shook it, saying seriously: "NO, I bet he will die now!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the iron sheet and stabbed it hard towards Rorschach's waist!
However, the iron piece stopped abruptly when it was only one centimeter away from Rorschach's prison uniform.

Rorschach's hand gripped his wrist like an iron clamp!

Click!

The crisp sound of broken bones mixed with the strong man's screams exploded.

"If you don't value your arm so much," Rorschach said calmly, "then why do you still keep it?"

He twisted his wrist, and the strong man's entire arm was instantly twisted into a pretzel shape.

Before the iron piece even hit the ground, Rorschach caught it steadily.

Then, under the gaze of countless prisoners and prison guards, Rorschach picked up the iron sheet and started tearing it down from the guy's shoulders and elbows, leaving a series of cuts on the skin and flesh!
But it's not over yet.

Rorschach smashed the counter glass with his elbow, grabbed the bloody arm, and pushed it directly into the boiling oil pan!

Zila——!
Amid the sound of hot oil exploding, the strong man's screams were heart-wrenching.

He struggled to fight back, but was knocked unconscious by a headbutt from Rorschach, and then his entire head was pressed into the boiling oil pan!
All the prisoners looked at the scene in horror.

Even the ones who had screamed the loudest just now looked at Rorschach with fear in their eyes.

The strong man's screams stopped abruptly, and his whole body was like a corpse, with only his legs still twitching.

His head and arms were soaked in the oil pan, fried into a bloody mess, turning into a pool of rotten meat.

"It seems that I need to help you clarify one fact."

Rorschach picked up a rag from the table, wiped his hands, and glanced at the prisoners in the cafeteria. He shouted harshly, "I wasn't forced to be locked up here with you. You were forced to be locked up with me!"

The prison guards around him finally reacted, rushed forward, grabbed Rorschach and tried to drag him away.

But Rorschach still held his head high and laughed heartily, "While there's still a chance, pray to God! Bastards! Pray that God can save you from me!!!"

After Rorschach was dragged away by dozens of prison guards, the entire cafeteria fell into an eerie silence.

They seemed to recall the scene when Rorschach captured them.

This Chicago detective is no sheep to be slaughtered!

This is a vicious star who is more cruel than all of them!!!
At this time, in the corridor outside the cafeteria, the prison guard was escorting Rorschach to the solitary confinement cell. After taking a few steps, he was stopped.

The head prison guard, Berick, cast a cold glance at the burly man with a blown-out head in the cafeteria. His expression twisted, and he said to the guard, "Don't send him to solitary confinement. Put him back in his own cell first!"

The prison guard was stunned: "Boss? According to the plan."

"Now that the warden is away, my words are the rules!"

Beric roared, then looked at Rorschach's expressionless face and smiled through gritted teeth.

If I am locked up in solitary confinement, how can I carry out my plan?

Wait one more day.

A day later, that damn Rorschach Butcher would definitely be dead!
(End of this chapter)