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

Chapter 91: Rules are not included in what I respect (asking for monthly tickets)
Clean water washed the ground again and again, but it could not wash away the strong smell of blood.

A dozen cleaners, with pale faces, tried hard to suppress the churning in their stomachs as they used shovels to clean up the minced meat and tissue stuck to the walls and floor.

The riot guards armed with live ammunition were facing a formidable enemy, their fingers on the triggers, scanning every cell fiercely.

If any one of these guys dares to cause trouble again, the most powerful electric baton in the entire prison will be the next thing!

In the cell on the fourth floor.

Rorschach was shirtless, wearing only a pair of underwear, lying on the bed with his legs crossed, flipping through the architecture books that Michael had borrowed from the library.

Yes, that's right, there is a library in the prison too.

As for why only wearing underwear?
Because he had already thrown the blood-soaked prison uniform into the corner.

He didn't want his bed to be stained with blood. After all, he had to live here for a few days.

"Michael."

Rorschach tapped the lower bunk lightly with the spine of a book. "What did you mean by saying we can get to the pipes outside the prison, and the key point is the infirmary?"

Michael glanced warily outside the door, making sure no one was paying attention before he whispered, "The medical room was originally converted from the boiler room seven years ago. There's still an abandoned steam pipe inside, just wide enough for a person to crawl through."

Rorschach carefully recalled the environment of the medical room and frowned: "You must be remembering it wrongly. I only saw a ventilation pipe in the medical room."

"On top of the medicine cabinet."

Michael lowered his voice, afraid of being overheard. "I've observed that the pipe opening is blocked by the top of the medicine cabinet. It can be seen by pushing it open. But the problem is that there are three difficulties now..."

The boy got up from the bed, moved closer to the head of Rorschach's bed, and continued in a low voice:
"First, there are at least two doctors on duty in the medical room during the day, and one at night. Although we can enter the medical room directly through the ventilation pipe behind the toilet, we will be discovered by the doctor as soon as we come out, and then we will be in big trouble."

"Secondly, that old steam pipe still occasionally releases residual hot steam. If we encounter a steam jet while crawling, we will all be scalded to death!"

"The third point is also the most crucial. Although this pipe leads directly to the prison's blast-proof door, I observed it before I was imprisoned. There are vibration sensors at the exit. Although there is only one guard post there, it is manned by snipers. You can't dodge a sniper's speed with your legs."

Rorschach nodded slightly. "Which of these three difficulties have you solved?"

"At the moment, I have some clues about the second one. The prison kitchen helper is from the Italian gang, and I can find a way to get the steam emission schedule from him. As for the first and third ones."

Michael shook his head in embarrassment, obviously at a loss.

"The main power switch is in the prison building, right?" Rorschach asked suddenly.

Michael immediately understood: "You want to cut off the power? Don't be naive!"

He immediately rejected the suggestion: "We have three backup power supplies on standby at all times, and power can be restored in 30 seconds. That's not enough time to even climb ten meters!"

Rorschach smiled meaningfully. "Don't worry, since the power supply is inside the building, there won't be any problem. This difficulty can be eliminated."

Seeing his confident look, Michael hesitated to speak.

Finally, he just asked, "What about the doctor? We have to go in through the medical room. How will the doctor on duty solve this problem?"

The boy made a gesture of wiping his neck and said, "You don't really want it"

Rorschach said helplessly, "Please, buddy, even though my name is Butcher, don't mistake me for a butcher."

Michael didn't respond, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the ground outside, which had been washed more than a dozen times and still had a strong smell of blood.

Butcher?

He sneered in his heart. The word was ridiculously gentle when used on Rorschach.

On the upper bunk, Rorschach was muttering the names of the two female doctors he had seen today.

Sandy Sarah

Unexpectedly, the breakthrough lies with these two women.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his attention back to his mind.

Automatically passing over the dozens of floating red rays, he fixed his gaze on an upgraded specialization in the corner.

Desire Control Mastery!
"Tsk, isn't that a bit too low-level?"

Rorschach felt a little conflicted.

Frankly, even without Michael's plan, he still had a way to get out - although it was more violent and risky, it was not difficult to escape from Fox River Prison alone.

However, Michael's solution is obviously more perfect and can be seamlessly integrated into his plan.

Moreover, he could sense that Dr. Sandy might be interested in him.
what is this?
Hyde effect?
Just as he was thinking about his plan of action, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

A civilian in a neat suit stood outside the prison door, followed by fully armed prison guards.

He knocked on the iron gate and shouted inside: "Rorschach, the warden wants to see you."

Rorschach exhaled slowly and stood up from the bed.

What was supposed to come finally came.

Escorted by dozens of heavily armed prison guards, Rorschach once again met with Fox River Prison's warden, Pope. The old man, whose stature rivaled Chief Griffin's, coldly gazed at the handcuffed Rorschach before waving his hand for the guards to leave the office.

"Warden, this prisoner was just here not long ago." A prison guard couldn't help but remind him.

"Get out! Close the door!" Pope shouted.

The prison guards looked at each other and had to leave the office one by one.

When they were the only two left in the room, Pope tapped Rorschach several times with a trembling finger, finally roaring, "Do you have any conscience at all?! I gave you a gun to protect yourself! And you used it to break the door lock and start a riot?!"

The old man's face flushed with rage. "Do you know how many people died in prison today? Sixty-five prisoners died, and a large number of prison guards were also killed or injured! All because I was so kind as to lend you a gun!"

Rorschach touched his nose slightly embarrassedly.

Indeed, because of what he had done, Pope's career as warden might be coming to an end.

After coughing lightly, he dragged the chair in front of the desk and sat down, his eyes casually scanning the surrounding layout, and he had already made up his mind.

Across from him, Pope continued to mutter angrily, "Griffin asked me to take good care of you. I heard you're a heavy smoker, so I even prepared a pack of cigarettes for you. And this is how you repay me? It's fine you used a gun for self-defense, but you actually used it to start a riot? Expect some detention, you bastard!"

Rorschach stared at the pack of cigarettes he often smoked on his desk. After a moment of silence, he turned his gaze to the several group photos on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pope. My actions have indeed caused you great harm."

He nodded at first, then suggested sincerely: "Well, how about we make a deal?"

"Deal?" Pope asked doubtfully, "What deal?"

Rorschach raised the corner of his mouth slightly and picked up a photo on the table. The picture showed the warden and a young man, holding cocktails in their hands, taking a photo in front of a tourist attraction.

"Judging from the photos, you and this male friend must have been taken while on vacation in Tokyo."

"Judging from the style of the billboard, this photo must have been taken within the past two years. Considering that your late wife has been deceased for many years, I speculate that the man wearing a pink lining and a plush shawl is your...partner."

"What?!" Pope's face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily, "Shut up! You..."

"Don't get excited, Mr. Pope, please listen to me."

Rorschach raised his hand to signal him to calm down, then continued analyzing the photo. "At first glance, the age difference between you two is about twenty-five years. I calculated that when he was born, the most popular name would have been... David."

Pope's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the man in front of him who was still making inferences in shock.

"You are fascinated by him, although you are not attracted to him to the same extent as he is to you. But it doesn't matter, you have something he doesn't have, that is money and power."

"Every time you look at that picture, you think: 'Will he ever leave me? If I retire and have a fixed pension, will he still love me?'"

Rorschach put down the photo frame in his hand, looked at Pope with a smile, and slowly said: "Now, do you still think there is no need for us to make a deal?"

Pope's expression darkened. "So, you're going to threaten me with the fact that I have a same-sex partner?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Pope." Rorschach shook his head slightly, his expression serious. "I would never repay those who have helped me with those despicable means."

He leaned closer to Pop, held up two fingers, and lowered his voice. "One million dollars in cash, plus jewelry worth at least two million dollars, is my compensation to you. With this money, you can retire and settle down in Europe with your boyfriend. Even if you die in bed, he will hold your hand tightly and accompany you through your final journey."

Pop was silent for a moment, then a sneer appeared on his lips. "So, you really took the money and jewelry from Diddy's safe?"

"Ugh……"

Rorschach sighed, looking helpless. "I can only say that I'm lucky. I have some good friends who always think of me when something good happens. So, have you thought it through?"

Pope didn't answer directly, his eyes first fell on the photo of himself and David in the frame.

The office was silent for a few seconds before Pope's deep voice rang out:

"can."

A smile broke out on Rorschach's face, and to show his sincerity, he directly told the man where he had hidden his money.

Then he continued, "By the way, Mr. Pope, I actually have a small request..."

After he finished speaking, Pope nodded slightly. "No problem, these are not a big deal. But you have to worry about the lawsuit in a week. You killed so many people this time, and you will definitely be sued again. When that happens, you will be sentenced to life imprisonment."

"A week? Haha."

Rorschach sneered, picked up the cigarette that Pop had prepared for him from the table, waved his hand, and prepared to leave.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing."

He suddenly turned around and said, "I won't go to the detention room. Please help me find an excuse. I get along quite well with my roommate."

"But this is a bit against the rules. Other mortals will..."

"Rules are not among the things I respect in this world. I think you are the same now, right, my warden?"

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(End of this chapter)