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Chapter 87: Hide well. I'm coming to find you! (Monthly ticket requested!)
"Whoever draws the sword will die by the sword!!!"

When seven people rushed at him at the same time, Rorschach suddenly bent down and knelt on one knee, holding the Bible above his head.

Blades, rusty blades, iron sheets... all kinds of homemade weapons simultaneously chopped off the leather cover, leaving cracks on the Bible.

As the scripture was recited, Rorschach spun around and knocked down three men with a sweeping kick. The Bible smashed heavily on the kneecap of the fourth man, and the sound of shattering and screaming rang out simultaneously.

The next second, he tore open the already tattered Bible, and the thick leather covers with metal sheathing on both sides instantly broke into two sharp "daggers"!
Deuteronomy 32:41

Rorschach stood up, his breathing still steady.

A low wall of groaning bodies had built up before him.

But more prisoners were climbing over their companions' bodies. The fear in their eyes had been replaced by madness, and they were all roaring and threatening Rorschach.

Faced with all this, Rorschach spat out a mouthful of blood foam and revealed a bloody smile.

"If I sharpen my shining sword, I will hold the power of judgment in my hand."

The remaining prisoners began to form a circle.

But Rorschach suddenly rushed to the right wall, kicked the wall, turned around and jumped over the densest crowd.

The sharp broken cover in his hand drew an arc in the air and passed through the prisoner's throat on one side!
When he landed, he rolled through a pool of blood and used the sharp edge of the cover to cut the Achilles tendon of the person in front of him.

When the other person fell, he took the opportunity to poke the corner of the book into his ear canal.

Not a straight stab!

Instead, it rotates and pushes forward like opening a bottle of red wine!

There was a sticky stirring sound inside the skull, and when Rorschach pulled out the murder weapon, a piece of pink auditory ossicle was already hanging on the tip of the cover!

"Proverbs chapter 12, verse 18."

Rorschach shook off the cartilage that hung on the metal edge. "The words of the wicked are like bloodshed in ambush."

The corridor floor began to slip.

It wasn't that there was too much blood, but the scattered Bible pages had absorbed body fluids and turned into a pink paste.

Rorschach stepped on a page with "Love Your Enemies" printed on it and rushed forward, stabbing the corner of the book into the left chest of the person in front of him.

He deliberately avoided stabbing the heart, but instead let the metal piece get stuck between the third and fourth ribs.

As the man struggled, the broken spine of the book cut back and forth like a saw, until the intercostal muscles drooped like strips of rag, exposing the beating heart!
Treating animals like this can only result in torture to death!
How long has passed?
Maybe three minutes, maybe only sixty seconds.

But at this time, the corridor on the fourth floor belonging to Rorschach's cell was already filled with corpses, and the smell of blood even condensed into a visible red mist in the air!

In the eyes of the other prisoners who had little interest in Rorschach, the entire corridor had turned into a meat grinder.

Rorschach's movement trajectory was like a precise geometric figure, and every step he took was in the blind spot of the thugs' attack.

The two thick Bible covers changed unpredictably in his hands, and every swing could ruthlessly take a life.

But what surprised them the most was that this guy seemed to feel no pain at all.

Even though he had been stabbed with more than a dozen wounds on his body, he was still able to fight tirelessly.

"Fuck! Does reading the Bible during battle have any effect?" a prisoner murmured in shock.

In the corridor, every inch of the ground was soaked with blood.

Those prisoners who had been clamoring for revenge were now like chickens with their throats strangled. The weapons in their hands were so heavy that they couldn't lift them at all.

They stared at the figure emerging from the blood mist.

The original color of Rorschach's prison uniform had long since disappeared, with scraps of cloth stuck to his wounds, and every step he took left dark red footprints on the floor.

"Matthew, chapter 10, verse 34."

When the damn chanting sound started again, someone threw away the sharpened toothbrush with a "clang".

Every time Rorschach took one step forward, the crowd took three steps back.

“I have not come to bring peace to the earth, but to bring sword to the earth!”

Fifty pieces? Eighty?
No one had the time to count the mangled bodies in the corridor.

Rorschach's gaze passed through the trembling crowd and locked directly at the back.

They realized something was wrong. Lucas, the first one to escape, was clinging to the wall like a gecko, his albino face even paler than usual.

No one dared to raise a weapon against Rorschach again. The prisoners automatically made way, like Moses parting the Red Sea, exposing the white supremacist to Rorschach.

"Rorschach. Ha. Haha. Look, you may not believe it, but this is just a joke."

With trembling lips, he looked at Rorschach, who was covered in blood. His strong desire to survive made him eagerly beg for mercy.

However, Rorschach seemed to have heard nothing, and continued to approach him step by step like a statue, expressionless.

“Fake Squid!!!”

Seeing the other party coming in front of him, Lucas rushed forward suddenly and stabbed Rorschach's heart with the short blade in his hand!

Unfortunately, the trapped beast's attack stopped halfway.

The sharp Bible cover had pierced through his knife-holding wrist at some point!
"Shet!!!"

Lucas howled in pain, and then Rorschach kicked him with a whip kick, and Lucas's knee suddenly burst into bones, and he knelt in front of him with a "bang".

"You know what, Lucas."

Rorschach's hoarse voice sounded, and to Lucas's ears it sounded like a ghost demanding his life.

He grabbed the albino bastard's hair and pulled it back, exposing his veiny neck.

"It doesn't matter if it's white supremacy, Oriental supremacy, or even black supremacy. As long as you're strong enough and can defeat your enemies, everyone will obey you. But dogs like you can't. Do you know why? Because dogs don't understand what justice is. People who don't know what justice is, whether they are white or black, will eventually die like an old dog."

Rorschach put the sharp knife against his neck and asked with a smile, "Have you read the Bible?" "Yes," Lucas replied tremblingly.

"There's a passage from the Bible that would be appropriate here."

puff!

The steel-clad corner of the book pierced his neck, and as blood gushed out, everyone in the cell heard Rorschach's deep voice.

"Ezekiel, chapter 20, verse 17."

Blood foam gushed out of Lucas' mouth, and he heard the hissing sound of his carotid artery rupturing.

"The path of justice is surrounded by tyrannical evil."

“Blessed is he who guides the weak through the paths of darkness in the name of mercy and kindness, for he watches over his fellows and seeks out those who have strayed.”

"And I will exact revenge on those who dare to kill and torture my companions!"

"When."

crunch--

With the teeth-grinding sound of tendon breaking, Lucas's head was cut off completely!
Rorschach held up the evil man's head in his hand, looked down at the prisoners in the prison, and roared:

“They will know that I am—Jehovah!!!”

At this moment, all the prisoners who intended to take up arms to avenge Rorschach collapsed.

Their bodies kept moving backward until they fell heavily to the ground.

In their eyes, the man holding his enemy's head and covered in blood has become their eternal nightmare.

The other prisoners also looked shocked.

He faced hundreds of vicious criminals alone in a corridor.

With just a Bible, they slaughtered more than half of them, and the remaining prisoners all had their psychological defenses broken. They collapsed and no longer had the idea of ​​becoming enemies.

"Fuck! Is this guy a human or a ghost?"

The cigarette butt that the Italian gang leader was holding had already burned to the end, but he was completely unaware of it. He just stared blankly at the bloody figure in front of him.

Not only him, but the other gangs that had no hatred towards Rorschach had forgotten why they came out. Without exception, they opened their mouths slightly and looked at Rorschach in disbelief.

At the same time, a huge doubt arose from the bottom of their hearts.

How on earth did this guy get caught?!

Could it be possible that the army was dispatched? !
Rorschach threw the head in his hand down. Lucas's face, with eyes wide open, rolled several times on the ground before facing the prisoners below, like a silent threat.

Rorschach took a deep breath, and the smell of blood in the air made the corners of his mouth rise slightly.

In the sight that no one could see, the floating blood rays seemed to be summoned and all penetrated into his body.

Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, he slowly took out bullets from his pocket and loaded them one by one into the golden Desert Eagle.

The crisp sound of metal colliding was particularly harsh in the silent cell.

Seeing this scene, all the prisoners in the prison panicked!

Wasn't it enough that this guy killed so many people with a fucking Bible, and now he's pulling out a gun?!

Everyone looked at each other, staring at the gun in Rorschach's hand, but no one dared to move.

But to their surprise, after loading all the bullets, Rorschach did not point the gun at any of them.

He walked up the stairs step by step in the pool of blood. When he reached the relatively spacious ground on the first floor, Rorschach looked up at the camera in front of him.

In the monitoring room, Berick looked at Rorschach on the screen, cold sweat soaking through the back of his uniform.

"Are you scared, Beric?"

Rorschach's voice came through the surveillance system, causing Bellick to shudder.

"Do you know how many people you have killed?"

Beric forced himself to remain calm, but his voice trembled uncontrollably. "Chicago doesn't have the death penalty, but based on these murders alone, you should be sentenced to hundreds of years in prison! You can just wait to rot in prison!"

Listening to the words coming from the radio, Rorschach chuckled: "Kill a lot?"

He raised the Desert Eagle, "But I think the one who deserves to die the most is still alive!"

Gunshots suddenly rang out!

The bullet hit the iron gate leading to the outside world hard, sparks flying.

Beric jumped up and asked his men around him, "Will the prison door be pierced by a bullet?"

"A rifle is possible, but a pistol..." A prison guard shook his head in disdain, but before he could finish his words, there were several consecutive deafening gunshots.

On the screen, Rorschach actually kicked open the deformed iron door.

Seeing this, Beric cursed speechlessly: "Fuck! This is not a pistol, it's a fucking Desert Eagle!"

He shouted around, "Go and notify the outer prison guards. Tell them that a prisoner is about to break out of the prison area and into the administrative area!"

After saying this, he immediately took out a semi-automatic rifle from the gun cabinet and ran out without looking back.

"You guys hold on first. I'll go to other areas to see if any prisoners have escaped."

Just as he was about to step out of the monitoring room, Rorschach's slow voice came from the monitor again:
"Hide, Beric."

"I'm here to find you."

(End of this chapter)