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Chapter 92: Specialization Upgrade! (Seeking monthly pass!)

Prison exercise time.

The playground is still packed with prisoners in orange jumpsuits, but a closer look reveals that some areas once occupied by gangs have changed hands.

More than half of the prisoners had bruises on their faces. It was obvious that these were the results of the prison guards maintaining order after yesterday's riot.

At this moment, most of the prisoners were secretly looking at Rorschach in the telephone booth in the corner, whispering to each other in low voices.

"See? This guy Rorschach definitely has someone close to him in prison."

"Backstage? No way, those black-skinned prison guards clearly wanted to kill him a few days ago."

"But where are those prison guards now? Damn it, that fat pig, Beric, has lost his head! That damn demon killed so many people yesterday, and he didn't even have to go into solitary confinement! The cafeteria even gave him a special breakfast of ten fried eggs this morning! Ten!"

"Watfa"

The prisoners opened their mouths wide when they heard this, and looked at Rorschach in disbelief as he was smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone.

At Fox River Prison, cigarettes, pornographic magazines, and eggs are hard currency.

And now, Rorschach has only been here for two days and he already owns two of them.

This is definitely someone up there looking after it.

Not to mention the Desert Eagle.

It is said that the FBI is ready to intervene in the investigation, and the focus is to find out how the gun was brought in.

Michael, who was not far away, turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him.

In his opinion, Rorschach first fought his way through a siege of hundreds of prisoners, and then spent millions of dollars to bribe the warden.

It is normal for anyone who can achieve this to enjoy this privilege in prison.

What’s the big deal about eating a few more eggs now?
He put his hands in his pockets and scanned the various checkpoints and surveillance cameras calmly, silently calculating the locations of possible blind spots in the surveillance.

When Michael saw a group of prisoners coming out of the cafeteria carrying vegetable baskets, he narrowed his eyes and quickly followed them.

On the other side, Rorschach ignored the gazes of those around him and lectured someone into the microphone:

"Are you guys back in Chicago again?"

"Did you two brothers get fooled by the cowgirls in Montana? Don't you know that the FBI is still investigating the case in New York?"

"Prison break? Just the two of you? Take the money and find a place in the countryside to retire. Don't even think about it!"

"Bringing a stripper to visit me in prison? Shit, I've only been here two days, how can I be so angry? You..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burst of shouting and cursing.

Michael was surrounded and pushed by several Italians, who were pointing at his nose and cursing at him.

Rorschach's gaze passed over the group and fell on the bald man smoking a cigar in the back.

John Abruzzi.

One of the Chicago Mafia bosses.

This guy was considered a "big shot" registered in the police station. Rorschach remembered that he was forced into prison because he was betrayed by his subordinates.

After taking a few more glances, Rorschach said a few more words into the phone, hung up, and walked over there.

In the prison exercise yard, Michael curled up with his hands protecting his head, enduring the punches and kicks from the Italian gang members.

The surrounding prison guards watched coldly with cigarettes in their mouths, obviously happy to see the fight between the prisoners.

Suddenly, all the punches and kicks stopped.

The surroundings fell into an eerie silence, with only the occasional swallowing sounds and heavy breathing.

"Why don't you fight?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Michael turned his head and saw Rorschach standing there with his arms folded. His cold gaze made the Italian gang members change their expressions instantly.

The bloody scene of yesterday's shooting through the prison with the Bible reappeared before their eyes.

"Hahaha, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

John, the boss of the Italian gang, walked out from the back, putting on a smile to smooth things over. "That guy with a flat head just now wanted to trade his job in the cafeteria for a pack of cigarettes. I got that job by bribing the prison guards every month. He wanted to get it for just a pack of cigarettes. I thought he was deliberately looking for trouble. I didn't expect it to be one of your people, Rorschach. It was a misunderstanding, a real misunderstanding."

Although he pretended to be calm, his tone was full of submission and flattery.

When Rorschach heard this, he first glanced at Michael, who was beaten black and blue, and then caught a glimpse of the pack of cigarettes in his hand.

It was exactly what he had taken from the warden last night.

He smiled helplessly. This guy actually traded his cigarettes for a job in the cafeteria? He was too honest.

Doesn't he know who his roommate is?
He can't even use the power of others to bully others!

"Misunderstanding?" Rorschach stared at John with a half-smile. "But I saw you were watching from the back just now, and you seemed quite happy."

John's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, a large hand grabbed his neck like an iron clamp and pulled him forward suddenly, causing him to half-kneel in front of Rorschach!
"John."

The surrounding Italian prisoners screamed in surprise, but no one dared to step forward.

Rorschach looked down at John's flushed face, then turned to Michael and said, "Come on, slap him." Michael was stunned, as if he hadn't heard clearly: "What?"

"Give this fake-smiling Italian a slap!" Rorschach growled.

Michael heard it clearly. He looked at Rorschach, then at John, who rolled his eyes due to lack of oxygen. He raised his hands in the air but couldn't bring them down.

"Forget it, Rorschach, I just want to find an easy job in the cafeteria, there's no need to make it like this..."

Rorschach smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said disdainfully, "Michael, this is what I despise most about you. You're smart and decisive, but you're still weak at heart."

After saying that, Rorschach suddenly slapped him!
"Ah!" With a scream, John was thrown out, and his broken teeth and blood were scattered all over the ground.

Then, Rorschach said calmly, "One pack of cigarettes isn't enough to get a job in the cafeteria? Then two packs... three packs..."

He looked down at John, who was covering his mouth and bleeding, and continued counting: "Four packs... eight packs... ten packs?"

"That's enough!" John raised his hand and grinned ingratiatingly.

He waved to his men, who quickly took out cigarettes from their pockets and collected ten packs.

Rorschach looked at the unopened cigarette box in front of him and smiled at Michael, "See, aren't they easy to talk to?"

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After signaling them to deliver the cigarettes to his cell, Rorschach patted Michael on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Looking at his back, John spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground. Although he was angry, he could only swallow his anger.

Although Rorschach is now alone, he has become the most special person in the prison.

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As prisoners in this prison, except for the very few specific rest periods, they have to work like ordinary people.

Places like the laundry room and the canteen have to rely on prisoners to do all sorts of miscellaneous work.

Rorschach naturally could not escape this labor, but the difference was that he asked the warden for the job himself.

In the boiler room, Rorschach was checking the steam pipes for leaks and tightening the bolts to prevent them from bursting.

There were also many prisoners nearby, busy shoveling coal into the furnace and controlling the fire to maintain steam pressure.

The ashes after burning have to be transported away with a cart to prevent them from clogging the furnace.

When the warden first heard that Rorschach was going to work here, he was a little confused.

After all, even in prison, the work in the boiler room is the most tiring.

While calculating the critical point of the pressure value, Rorschach gently tapped the rusty pipe with a wrench. He had a rough plan in his mind, but the actual operation was more difficult than he had imagined.

The most important thing is... he feels that his knowledge reserves seem to be insufficient.

He pondered silently for a while, found an empty corner, and focused his attention on the specialized terms in his mind.

At this time, the line of numbers [Explosives Expertise (10/100)] looked particularly eye-catching.

With these ten points of proficiency, Rorschach could still make some simple plastic explosives, but if he wanted to realize the plan in his mind, this amount of plastic explosives was far from enough!

He counted the blood rays floating in his mind. In addition to the twenty that existed before he entered prison, fifty-five new justice values ​​were added yesterday, making a total of seventy-five!
After making up his mind, he first used one of his justice points to upgrade his anti-reconnaissance expertise.

As the number behind the Anti-Reconnaissance Specialization changed from 99 to 100, a strong electric current instantly rushed up from the soles of Rorschach's feet!
"Fuck—"

Rorschach endured the pain of the electric shock, gritted his teeth and raised his head. The veins on his neck were bulging, looking extremely ferocious.

Fortunately, the stinging sensation disappeared without a trace after a few seconds.

Specialization successfully upgraded!

Shadow Operative (1/1000)

Upgrade effect: The host's anti-reconnaissance ability evolves to the extreme, making it a true [Stealth Master], able to operate perfectly concealed in any environment!

New capabilities:

Environmental integration: It can automatically adjust breathing, cadence, and body temperature according to the surrounding environment, making it difficult for thermal imaging, night vision devices and other equipment to capture it.

Psychological misdirection: Using micro-expressions, body language, and vocalizations to temporarily distract the target or create false memories (suitable for interrogation, infiltration, or creating an alibi).

Predictive countermeasures: When being followed, the system can instantly lock onto the observer through environmental details (such as glass reflections and passers-by's sight).

"Master of Stealth..."

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, stood up and looked at himself in the reflection in the glass.

Hmm... except for the beard growing a little longer, there seems to be no other changes...

Ignoring this skill, Rorschach looked at the remaining seventy-four justice points that could be used to upgrade his proficiency, and without the slightest hesitation, he threw all his energy into mastering explosives!
The next second, the ten points of proficiency instantly soared to eighty-four!
At the same time, countless skills and knowledge related to explosions flowed rapidly in his mind like a stream of data.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Rorschach let out a long breath.

He looked at the circuit boards in the boiler room, the rusty pipes that led to the entire prison building, the boxes of flour being transported to the cafeteria outside the door, and the hundreds of boxes of toothpaste piled in the corridor...

"Hold……"

Rorschach couldn't help but laugh and curse, "What kind of fucking terrorist-only skill is this?!"

(End of this chapter)