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

Chapter 85 The riot begins! (Please order first)

When Rorschach returned to the cell, Michael seemed to have noticed something.

The boy sniffed the air and couldn't help but laugh, "Dio's true self? It seems your girlfriend is not only young, but also comes from a wealthy family."

"Honestly..." Rorschach shrugged, half-jokingly saying, "I'm not sure if she's my girlfriend or not. Love is like a bomb; it can go off at any moment. We were just colleagues a while ago."

Michael shook his head and said with emotion, "I don't know much about love, but if a girl can't wait to come see you the day after you're in prison under such circumstances, then she must love you to death."

Hearing this description, Rorschach thought of Ginny's arrogant personality, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Just as he was wondering whether he should find a reason to go to the infirmary, someone suddenly knocked on the cell door.

A skinny figure leaned against the door.

The man had sunken eye sockets and prominent cheekbones, and he stared at Michael in the lower bunk with a half-smile on his face.

He first greeted Rorschach: "Rorschach Butcher, the pride of Chicago. I watched the whole show last night. What a great job!"

Luo Xia, who was washing his hands in front of the sink, turned his head and glanced at the person. After seeing the person's appearance clearly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He smiled and asked, "Should I call you Ted or T-Bag?"

"Haha, you can call me whatever you want~"

T-Bag stared at Rorschach's cold and handsome face, his Adam's apple rolling as he licked his lips.

But he still had some rationality, and he knew that this evil star was not someone he could touch.

"Rorschach, I'm here to talk to your roommate about something, do you mind?" He tilted his head and winked at Rorschach.

Michael's face instantly darkened.

Over the past few days, this bastard has been like a dog-skin plaster, sticking to me and making me feel sick.

However, Rorschach ignored him and slowly uttered a string of names: "Aiden Walker, Sophia Ross, Noah Green, Olivia Clark..."

He called out six names in a row, turned around and approached the other party, lowered his head and asked, "Do you still remember these names?"

Feeling the chill pressing down like a substance, T-Bag's smile froze for a moment, only to transform into a nearly maniacal grin the next second: "How could I not remember? Those are all my darlings, but it's a pity they're just too disobedient. Rorschach, believe me, if they'd listened to me, I wouldn't have dared to lift a finger against them."

"Hahahaha."

After hearing what T-Bag said, Rorschach also laughed.

He raised his hand and seemingly casually brushed off the wrinkles on T-Bag's collar, but his five fingers gripped the other's shoulders tightly like iron clamps.

His tone was full of joking. "Look, I've been patrolling outside all day and haven't even run into a decent beast. But in this damn place? I don't even have to bother looking for them, the beasts just line up to run into my blade... Tsk, I really love this place."

T-Bag wanted to laugh along, but when the smile on the man's face grew creepier, he couldn't help but explain, "Rorschach, I just came to say hello. If you're—Ah!!!"

Before he could finish his words, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly echoed in the cell!

He lowered his head tremblingly, only to see a shiny screwdriver stuck in his vitals, and Rorschach's hand holding the handle was still slowly and cruelly rotating it!

"Fake!!!"

T-Bag roared like a beast and punched Rorschach.

But before his fist touched the other person, his neck was tightly grasped by a huge hand as strong as steel, and he was thrown against the wall!

Bang!
Rorschach pressed the T-Bag firmly against the wall and poked the screwdriver in a little further.

"See, Michael?"

He leaned closer to T-Bag's face, which was twisted in pain, and spoke slowly, "This is the most ridiculous thing about this country. A woman who murdered six children wasn't sentenced to death, but is now thriving in prison."

"Are you going to kill him here?" Michael pursed his lips tightly, his voice trembling a little.

At this time, blood had formed a small stream under Rorschach's feet.

"Kill him?" Rorschach shook his head slowly. Looking at T-Bag, who was sweating profusely and rolling his eyes, he chuckled and said, "How could such a beast be killed so easily?"

Click——!
With the sound of bones breaking, the screwdriver pierced through T-Bag's crotch!
The bloody tip was deeply nailed into the wall, firmly fixing the beast to the wall like a specimen!

Rorschach coldly admired T-Bag's distorted face, and suddenly pulled out a screwdriver.

He raised his foot and rolled over T-Bag's twitching cheek. "Enjoy the time you have free time first. Don't die so quickly."

After saying that, Rorschach returned the screwdriver to Michael and looked at the cell door with a frown.

It was a bit strange. According to usual practice, those black-skinned prison guards should have heard the news and come here long ago, but at this moment, there was not even a ghost in sight.

He strode out of the cell and saw that the iron gate leading to the outside world had been closed at some point.

Even more bizarre is...
Rorschach looked up at the vent. The red ribbon that had been fluttering now hung lifelessly.

The air conditioner is also off?
Although the autumn weather in Chicago is not extremely hot, the body heat emitted by hundreds of prisoners in this airtight steel cage is enough to quickly raise the temperature to a suffocating level.

"Ah"

Rorschach sneered, already understanding what was going on.

He first smiled and raised his middle finger towards a surveillance camera in the corridor, then returned to the cell and kicked T-Bag, who was still wailing and twitching, out.

"Something's not right."

Rorschach squatted in front of the toilet, his fingers nimbly turning the seemingly firm screws.

Michael frowned: "Isn't it just that the air conditioner is broken?"

"Use your clever brain," Rorschach said without turning around. "There's no power outage right now, so how could the prison's ventilation system not have a backup unit?"

He moved the toilet, revealing the dark passage underneath, and tilted his head towards Michael: "Go in and hide inside. I'll call you out when whatever's going on outside is over."

"You're not coming along?"

Michael's pupils shrank suddenly.

He is not stupid, on the contrary, he is actually very smart. After hearing what Rorschach said, he instantly understood the other party's implication.

"There are over nine hundred thugs imprisoned here!"

Michael's voice was distorted by shock. "Even if only one in ten people want to kill you, that's nearly a hundred! Are you fucking crazy?"

Rorschach didn't listen to him, but grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him into the cave like a piece of luggage.

Before plugging the hole with the toilet, he looked Michael in the eye and said, "On the contrary, man. I've never been so clear-headed in my life."

Bang!
The toilet was slammed back into place.

Rorschach slowly straightened up and took a deep breath of the hot air.

At this moment, all the prisoners outside had noticed the abnormality of the environment, and were angrily cursing and yelling in the corridor.

But now there is no prison guard in the entire prison, and no one can hear what they say.

As the temperature rose, these vicious criminals became more and more irritable. Rorschach could even hear the wailing from outside in his own cell.

Some people can no longer hold back.

"Hold"

Rorschach suddenly remembered something and cursed with a laugh.

If I had known, I wouldn't have returned the screwdriver to Michael.

But that’s okay, he’s got something better!
(End of this chapter)