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

Chapter 89 What doesn’t kill me will make me stronger (ask for monthly ticket)

The prison building was filled with revelry and roars.

Except for a few passages that were blocked with iron fences in advance, thugs in orange prison uniforms could be seen smashing and destroying things almost every few steps.

The injured prison guards were lying on the ground, and the staff were hiding in the room trembling with fear, using tables and chairs to hold the door tightly.

Everyone knew what would be waiting for them once the mob broke in.

However, in this chaos, a strange vacuum zone formed only around the medical room.

The few prisoners who tried to get closer had already turned into twisted corpses on the ground, their heads either blown off or their limbs bent at impossible angles.

These "warning signs" made other thugs prefer to take a detour rather than get close.

The two female doctors in the ventilation duct had returned to the ground and were trembling as they treated Rorschach's wounds.

They kept glancing out the door, fearing that thugs would rush in at the next second.

"Twenty-three wounds."

The iodine cotton ball in Sandy's hand trembled slightly. "Sixteen sharp cuts and seven puncture wounds."

She looked in disbelief at the wounds all over Rorschach's body, from his back to his chest to his legs, with hardly an inch of intact skin.

What kind of fighting had this man experienced?

"Simple suturing is not enough. You need to be injected with antibiotics every day for the next week, thoroughly clean the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and get a tetanus vaccine." Sarah frowned and said.

"No need to bother."

Rorschach bit the cigarette butt and lay nonchalantly on the hospital bed. "Just sew up the wound and get a shot of vaccine."

Although the wounds looked horrific, due to his precise dodging, none of them injured vital parts such as arteries or tendons.

In other words, these are just superficial injuries.

Amidst the smoke, Rorschach looked out of the prison through the glass window.

The sky in Chicago was as gloomy as ever, with only a few rays of sunlight barely breaking through the thick clouds.

Downstairs, fully armed prison guards in riot gear were lined up ready to clear the area.

It looks like this riot will be quelled in five minutes at most.

But Rorschach's attention was not on them.

His eyes swept over the wide variety of medicines in the medical cabinet: ether anesthetic, hydrogen peroxide solution, nitroglycerin injection, and finally landed on a few metal cans in the corner.

He asked casually, "Are those oxygen tanks still working? I'm feeling a bit tight in my chest."

"You have an inflammatory reaction. Just give yourself antibiotics." Sandy continued stitching without looking up. "And that's not an oxygen tank, it's a liquid nitrogen tank. It's used to store blood bags at low temperatures in case a patient needs a transfusion."

"I see." Rorschach chuckled. "Your medical room may not look big, but it has quite a comprehensive range of supplies."

"After all, this is the largest public prison in Chicago, so of course the infrastructure is very complete."

Sandy finished her last stitch and breathed a sigh of relief.

In a short period of time, she and Sarah completed the debridement and suture of more than 20 wounds, which was a miraculous efficiency.

She carefully examined Rorschach's injuries and suddenly showed a confused expression: "Your physique seems to be very special. Your muscle fibers are unusually dense, and the healing speed is also astonishingly fast."

"is it?"

Rorschach looked down at the body covered in gauze.

Once upon a time, this body was covered with scars from the battlefield.

But since upgrading his fighting expertise to extreme fighting, not only have all his old scars disappeared, but his self-healing ability has also increased exponentially.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of transformation would occur if he continued to upgrade.
It’s a pity that the upgrade conditions are too harsh.

He needs to personally put an end to a thousand sinners who have blood on their hands and are deeply sinful.

The number of prisoners in this prison alone is probably far from enough.

Rorschach suddenly had a wild thought: How nice it would be if there were an island full of scum who deserved to die.

Just as he was about to go back and tell Michael to come out of his hiding place, he suddenly felt a warm touch on his back.

Sandy was wiping the blood off him with a wet towel, her movements so gentle that Rorschach unconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't know that. This is also within the scope of a doctor's services." He said jokingly.

Sandy rolled her eyes at him unhappily, then sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, you planned this riot, right?"

"I?"

Rorschach smiled and shook his head. "You should ask that damned dog Beric about that. Besides, you underestimate me. If I really wanted to have fun, the scene would be much bigger than it is now."

The towel in Sandy's hand suddenly froze: "Berrick is dead?"

"Well, he passed away peacefully."

Rorschach answered truthfully.

Beheading with an axe is indeed not painful.

Sandy frowned. She wanted to scold the murderer, but if it weren't for him, she would have been tortured to death by the mob.

What made her most conflicted was that even if Rorschach saved her, it was most likely he who instigated the riot!

This man's hands are both saving people and killing people!
Her eyes swept over the pile of prisoners' bodies outside the infirmary, and as she listened to the screams and laughter coming from the corridor, she unconsciously increased the strength in her hands and pressed hard on Rorschach's wound.

"Do you know how many innocent people died today because of you?"

She suppressed her anger. "Those prison guards may be guilty, but what about the clerk? What about the accountant? Do they deserve to die too? You've completely fallen into darkness! If you keep going like this, no one can save you!"

The medical room fell into silence in an instant.

Sarah, who was injecting Rorschach with the vaccine, felt her hands tremble and she desperately winked at Sandy.

They were safe and sound thanks to this man's protection. It would be unwise to anger him now.

However, Rorschach was unexpectedly calm.

He slowly stood up, put on his bloodstained prison uniform, and asked calmly, "Sandy, what makes you think I'm the one who needs to be saved?"

"This"

Sandy was speechless for a moment.

After a moment's silence, she said seriously, "I really don't know what you've been through, so my words may not be appropriate. But I believe one thing: if you continue to be paranoid, you will eventually suffer the consequences. Look at these wounds. Today they used knives, tomorrow they might use poison or bullets!"

Rorschach smiled calmly: "Coincidentally, I also only believe in one thing."

"what?"

"What doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

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Sandy was speechless.

As she said, she could not understand Rorschach's situation, and naturally could not agree with his actions.

Just as she turned around to pack up the medical equipment, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.

Rorschach approached her step by step: "To be honest, from the first time we met, I didn't like the way you looked at me. Plus, you deliberately pressed my wound just now, so I decided to give you a little punishment."

"What do you want to do?" Sandy's voice trembled.

Bang!
Before she could finish her words, Rorschach picked her up and pressed her against the wall with her thighs!
Before she could scream, the bloody lips had already sealed her red lips.
"Let me go first."

Sandy tried her best to push Rorschach away, but the man's chest was like a thick and unshakable wall, and it didn't move at all.

At the same time, Luo Xia's rough big hands began to wander freely on her body.

Feeling the strange throbbing in her body, Sandy's originally stiff body softened involuntarily, only her legs were still tightly clamped around the other's waist.

On the side, Sarah, holding a syringe in her hand, stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

She was thinking about going up to help her colleague stop Rorschach, but when she saw Sandy's appearance, which seemed to be resisting but was actually more like a spoiled child, she started to have doubts in her heart.

If the corridor outside wasn't filled with corpses and thugs, she would really like to find a deserted place and stay alone for a while.

Fortunately, not long after, a burst of urgent alarm interrupted the passionate couple.

The two iron gates on the first floor slowly opened, and the explosion-proof prison guards outside officially entered.

Although Luo Xia was filled with reluctance, he had no choice but to let go of the plump mature woman in his arms.

He looked at Sandy, whose face was flushed and whose lipstick was smeared all over her lips, and grinned. "Has anyone ever told me that you look like a movie star named Dabai Jie? Well, let's stop here for today. We'll continue our relationship next time when I come to change the dressing."

After saying that, Rorschach slapped the mature woman hard on the butt.

He blew a murderous whistle that he had learned from some movie and walked leisurely towards the prison area.

After Rorschach's figure completely disappeared, Sandy, who was still in a daze, finally reacted.

She felt the strong taste of blood in her mouth and couldn't help but curse under her breath: "Damn bastard!"

Seeing this, Sarah suppressed her smile, turned her head away and did not say anything.

Still pretending...

I was enjoying it so much that I closed my eyes just now...

Shortly after.

When Rorschach returned to the prison, he found that there seemed to be a few more corpses on the ground compared to when he left.

Apparently, someone took advantage of the chaos and killed their respective enemies.

He immediately frowned in dissatisfaction.

He treated these prisoners, whose hands were stained with blood, as "consumables" for upgrading. Now that they were killed by him, why should he kill them all?
It seems that I have to act quickly.

At the door, he also saw T-Bag, who had bled to death.

Rorschach walked past the beast expressionlessly, regretting in his heart that there were too few tools here. It was far from satisfying the pleasure he felt deep in his heart, which was to torture the other party to death.

When he got to the cell, he moved the toilet away.

Inside the hole filled with various pipes, Michael was curled up, looking at him with sweat all over his forehead.

"You..." Michael looked at Rorschach in disbelief, stammering in surprise, "You...you actually survived?!"

Rorschach shrugged casually, smiled, and pulled Michael out of the cave.

When Michael got out of the cave, he smelled the pungent smell of blood outside and couldn't help but frown.

He was about to speak when his eyes suddenly caught sight of the bandaged wound on Rorschach's body and the lipstick mark on his lips.

The boy, not knowing what he was thinking, angrily asked, "Don't tell me you went to the medical office and forced yourself on a female doctor."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of bastard who forces himself on a woman."

Rorschach wiped the lipstick marks and said calmly, "I just asked for a small reward."

Michael was stunned for a moment, then asked curiously, "Which one, Sarah or Sandy?"

"The one with the fullest figure."

"Sandy? Such a generous gift! That woman must be almost forty!"

"Looks like I need to pass on some experience, buddy. Remember, women are like fine wine; they get better with age. Of course, you just need to use more lube."

"..."

(End of this chapter)