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

Chapter 86 The body is a bullet, anger is gunpowder!!! (asking for monthly tickets)
"Berrick! You moldy piece of shit! Fix the air conditioner!"

"It's hot out here, hotter than the panties of a bitch with an STD!"

"There's more sweat in my crotch than in a brothel sheet!"

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The prisoners' curses echoed throughout the prison area.

Because it was exercise time, all the cell doors were wide open, so the sweating prisoners rushed to the corridor and roared at the iron gate that was the only way to the outside world.

The circular corridor on the fifth floor was packed with a restless crowd, and there was an even larger group of people crammed onto the ground on the first floor. The stench of sweat and body odor fermented into a disgusting mixture in the stuffy air, making everyone even more irritable.

"Shut up, you bastards!" Beric's hoarse voice suddenly sounded over the radio.

In the monitoring room, the prison guard with a greasy face stared at the restless crowd on the monitoring screen, his thick lips grinning to reveal his yellow teeth from smoke.

He deliberately put the microphone close to the running air conditioner vent. "There's a saying in the East that goes, 'A calm mind brings a cooler mind.' Perhaps you should think about how to calm your mood. But honestly, why don't I feel that hot?"

When he heard this, he was responded with a torrent of obscenities.

"Fuck you, Beric! When I get out of prison, the first person I'm going to kill is you! And your sixty-year-old mother!"

"I heard that you, a single old bachelor, are still living with your mother in your forties. Are you two having something going on?"

"Don't talk nonsense, man. This fat pig's belly has buried his dick! Hahahaha."

"It's not that hot?" A white prisoner pulled the black man next to him and yelled at the camera: "This guy is still white this morning!"

"Hahaha"

Amidst the laughter, Beric stubbed out his cigarette.

If it weren't for.
"Just wait, you bastards."

He looked at the prisoners on the screen who were mocking and scolding him, and felt secretly angry.

"After I get rid of Rorschach, I'm going to rip your intestines out and make you jump rope before I get transferred to the FBI."

After saying that, Berick ordered his men to turn the camera to point at the corridor on the fourth floor, where Rorschach was in the cell.

When the restless figures in the picture became clear, Beric lit another cigarette with trembling hands, excitedly waiting for the show to begin!
Outside Rorschach's cell, the two-hundred-meter-long circular corridor was filled with prisoners ready to fight.

Everyone was clearly divided into two groups: two-thirds were muscular black gang members, and the rest were white supremacists with swastika tattoos all over their bodies.

"BIG, how come I didn't know you and Rorschach still had a grudge?"

The man who was speaking was pale as if he had been soaked in bleach, even his eyelashes were transparent.

Only his bloodshot eyes glowed a sickly red, a typical albinism.

The black man he was questioning was more than two meters tall, like a black bear in prison clothes, and was wrapping a shiny iron sheet around his palm with a cloth strip.

"A few years ago on the South Side, that bastard was just a patrolman. He single-handedly broke into my house and beat up four of my brothers just because I killed a hooker."

The black man named Big tested the edge of the metal with his thumb. "If the other cops hadn't shown up quickly, I would have died that night. But today, it's time to settle the score!"

He squinted at the albino man and said, "What about you, Lucas? That guy always picks on black people. You guys in the KKK should give him a medal."

"hehe."

Lucas forced a sinister smile. "Do you know why I came in? I took my brothers to smash the Chink gang in Chinatown that was stealing our white brothers' jobs, and killed a few Oriental chicks along the way. But do you know what Rorschach said when he got here?"

He continued with a venomous look in his eyes, "Not only did he not help his fellow brothers, but he cursed us as filthy maggots! This son of a bitch beat six of my brothers to death with his fists. Just like you, if the other police hadn't arrived, I would have been in the morgue!"

Big grinned and cracked his knuckles. "Looks like we all have reasons to kill him. So what are we waiting for?"

Lucas didn't say anything. He suddenly raised his hand and roared fiercely at the KKK members behind him: "Kill this traitor who betrayed our tribe!!!"

"Revenge for our black brothers!" BIG also roared.

The whole corridor was in an uproar.

More than a hundred people simultaneously raised sharpened toothbrushes, iron sheets and plastic forks that had been sharpened into cones, growled like wild beasts in their throats, and rushed into Rorschach's cell!
The next second—

Bang-!
A gunshot!
"Walter-Fuck?!"

In the monitoring room, Beric's eyes widened and he cursed in disbelief.

The prisoner who entered the cell first had his head exploded into pieces like a ripe watermelon!

Only when brain matter and bone fragments splattered on the face of the person behind him did Rorschach slowly walk out of the prison door.

He held a Bible in his left hand and a golden Desert Eagle in his right hand!

The crowd froze instantly.

BIG's fat face twitched and Lucas's jaw was almost dislocated!
"Do you know how long I've been listening to this nonsense in there?"

Rorschach tapped his temple with the barrel of his gun, suddenly furious: "If you want to kill someone, just stab them! I only have eight bullets in my gun! You cowards, why do you have to hold a mobilization meeting first?!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Their rage, which had just risen, instantly waned at the sound of the gunshot. "Where did you get that gun?" Big asked, his thick lips moving, his brow furrowed. "How could you bring a gun in here?"

"And it's a fucking Desert Eagle!" Lucas added through gritted teeth.

Rorschach shrugged and said casually, "I found it in the toilet."

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Seeing that they were speechless and ready to retreat, Luo Xia couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Frankly speaking, when the warden sent someone to deliver the Bible last night, he thought the old man was playing the same trick as "The Shawshank Redemption" and hoped that he could be more patient like "Andy".

As soon as Rorschach got the Bible, he immediately felt something was wrong.

This weight is a bit too heavy!
When he opened it, he found a golden Desert Eagle with a full magazine lying quietly in the gap dug out by the paper.

I can only say that he is worthy of being a friend who can play with Director Griffin. This rough method really makes Rorschach love it!
"What? Are you scared?"

Rorschach glanced at the group of bastards who had just been clamoring to chop him into minced meat, and suddenly sneered.

Under the gaze of more than two hundred pairs of wide-eyed eyes, he slowly removed the magazine.

Click, click, click——

Aside from the one that had already been fired, he took out the remaining seven .41 Magnums and put them in his pocket.

Finally, he casually put the empty gun back into his waist and opened his bloody arms.

"now what?"

He tilted his head and sneered, "Don't tell me... you're even afraid of unarmed cops?"

BIG and Lucas looked at each other, and then a ferocious smile appeared on their faces at the same time.

How could there be such a fool in this world who has a gun but doesn't use it?!
"Rorschach, do you still remember me?" Lucas blew on the tile fragments in his hand and looked at Rorschach.

"you?"

Seeing the other person's albino appearance, Rorschach's smile slowly faded. He nodded indifferently, and each syllable sounded like chewing bones:

"Daniel Lucas, Chicago Ku Klux Klan boss, two years ago in Chinatown, you burned six Oriental students to death and smashed the heads of three shop owners with baseball bats."

He grinned, a pale smile on his face. "How could I forget you, man? You have no idea how mad I was when you were captured by SWAT. I was mad at myself for not beating you to death first!"

Looking at his cold eyes, the hair on the back of Lucas' neck stood up.

"And me! Damn Rorschach Butcher! Do you still remember your uncle BIG?" BIG also couldn't wait to shout at Rorschach.

However, when Rorschach turned his head and looked at him, he fell strangely silent.

After a few seconds, Rorschach shrugged. "Sorry, man, I never store any memories of you black people in my mind because they're too dirty."

"Go to hell you!!!"

I wanted to use Rorschach's mouth to mention my status in the hearts of my younger brothers, but I didn't expect that the other party would ignore me so much!
BIG roared and rushed forward, with the iron piece in his hand pointing directly at Rorschach's throat, but compared with Rorschach, his speed was still too slow!
Bang!
Rorschach bent his arm, held the Bible and swung it, and the steel-clad spine of the book smashed the iron sheet into the air!
Immediately afterwards, another fist slammed into his Adam's apple, and the knuckles sank directly into the fat.

"Matthew 5:39: Whoever strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also."

Rorschach thrust his five fingers deep into the fat man's throat!

"But I think—"

With a low growl, he stretched out his hand and pulled hard!
A pinkish-white throat, along with broken bones, was pulled out alive.

"He should be beaten until he can no longer raise his hands!!!"

In just one encounter, accompanied by Rorschach's chanting, BIG collapsed like a deflated inflatable doll, and blood spurted from his carotid artery onto the ceiling.

But this scene did not scare away the prisoners at all. Instead, the smell of blood ignited the bestiality of the thugs.

They all rushed towards Rorschach, roaring!

Facing the siege of the crowd, Rorschach turned half a circle in the pool of blood and swung the Bible like a war hammer.

The hard corner of the book hit the man's temple accurately, and the sound of the leather cover and bones breaking mixed together.

As the opponent knelt helplessly, Rorschach dodged the short blade that was stabbing at the side, and at the same time, the metal edge slashed upwards and hit his chin!
Before the other person next to him could react, a fierce fist had already hit his nose, and then the corner of the Bible was inserted into his eye socket!

Under this siege, Rorschach became more and more courageous.

He was like a machine that felt no pain, relying on his fists and the Bible. In just a few seconds, four or five bodies fell in a pool of blood at his feet!

now--

The body is the bullet and anger is the gunpowder!

So what if there is no gun?

Men should fight with their fists!
(End of this chapter)