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

Chapter 94 After tonight, I won’t be the one to worry about anymore! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

In the boiler room, Rorschach compacted the sewage accumulated in the pipes with all his strength, and at the same time poured the white powder in the fire sand bucket into the pipes.

After everything was settled, he began to carefully adjust the setting parameters of the safety valve.

Suddenly, he frowned, quickly closed the lid of the fire sand bucket, then picked up the form and began to record the various values ​​of the valve.

A few seconds later, two prison guards patrolled over from a distance, their eyes fixed on Rorschach.

Although they were dissatisfied with the guy who instigated the riot, due to the warden's instructions, they did not find any excuse to teach him a lesson like they did to other prisoners.

Of course, even without the warden's instructions, they probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

After all, they had witnessed Rorschach's bloody methods with their own eyes.

This guy was like a bomb that could explode at any time, making them disgusted and hate him, and also scared.

After the prison guards finished their patrol and left, Rorschach turned around and lifted a tattered oilcloth covering the coal pile in the corner, and took out a box of toothpaste that he had stolen from the corridor.

He roasted the toothpastes one by one on the stove, and then carefully picked out the shiny particles from the ashes.

"Fake."

Rorschach repeated the above actions while cursing under his breath.

This job was so tedious and tiring that he really wanted to call all the little guys who had made plastic bombs with him in the cellar to help him share some of the workload.

Of course, he would also teach them a more powerful method of multiple chain explosions.

Rorschach suddenly felt like Tony Stark in the cave.

Of course, his technical level is still far from the level of the other party's hand-made miniature nuclear fusion device.

After mixing the high-concentration hydrogen peroxide solution, soap solution and some iron filings powder he got from Sandy into foam and spraying it on the wall at the end of the boiler room, he clapped his hands and roughly completed his morning's work.

After lunch break, I'll do some startup work and it should be almost done...

After hiding all the tools, Rorschach, covered in black coal dust, greeted the prison guard kindly and prepared to go to the bathroom.

When he returned to the cell, he found that Mike was gone and there were signs of movement in the toilet.

It seems that this kid has gone to look for his brother who is locked up in the solitary confinement cell again.

It must be mentioned that Michael did make sufficient preparations to rescue his brother.

Before going to prison, he learned the location of Lincoln's solitary confinement cell through visiting the prison, and there happened to be a sewer there.

Due to the perennial humidity, the surrounding cement has shown a tendency to become loose in structure.

In the past few days, whenever Michael had free time, he would secretly climb through the pipe into the wall inside the confinement room, and use the screwdriver to dig through and expand the sewer outlet bit by bit.

In just a few days, he made a hole large enough for his brother Lincoln to pass through, which was nothing short of a miracle.

Rorschach picked up the toothbrush and towel, kicked the toilet tighter, and was about to go out when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked behind him. A few seconds later, a figure appeared in front of the cell door.

Rorschach looked at the other man's swollen mouth and sighed, "I knew Michael's character would lead to bad things."

He shook his head and began to select the appropriate tools from the sink.

Toothbrush? No, he needs it at night.

Plastic forks? It feels a bit inappropriate to use something you eat with to kill someone.

Fortunately, there was a finger-sized tile fragment in the corner, which would be perfect for cutting the throat.

At this time, John, who had finally found an opportunity to negotiate with Rorschach, suddenly panicked.

He witnessed the massacre yesterday and knew very well that he was no match for the other party.

He hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said anxiously: "Rorschach, you misunderstood me! I..."

The Italian man deliberately lowered his voice and explained at a very fast pace: "I did notice that Michael was not normal, and I secretly saw the hole he dug behind the toilet, but I really don't intend to tell you! I swear on my family's lives!"

Hearing this, Rorschach paused in playing with the tiles.

For these Italians, swearing an oath on family is the most solemn and serious promise.

Rorschach looked him up and down and asked calmly, "Since you don't plan to report it, does that mean you want to escape from prison too?"

John swallowed and nodded quickly.

He turned his head and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, he carefully approached Rorschach and pleaded in a tearful voice: "I have been here for a year. Others may not know, but Rorschach, you should be very familiar with my current situation. The other leaders of the gang want to kill me to prevent me from becoming a tainted witness and betraying them. If I continue to stay here, there is only one way out, and that is death!"

At this point, John dropped to his knees before Rorschach and pleaded bitterly, "I know I'm a sinner. Even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough to atone for my sins, but what about my family? They'll be tortured to death by the gang! Just have pity on my wife and children and take me with you!"

Rorschach stared at the other man's pleading eyes and couldn't help but sneer. "The police have at least a dozen, if not twenty, counts of intentional injury and murder against you. Your family's comfortable life was built on blood. They enjoyed a life no one else could hope to live. Even if they died... so what? Do they deserve to live, while those you killed deserve to die? Don't they have families?"

John was slightly startled, knowing that there was no way he could convince the man in front of him without giving something.

"Steam pipes!"

John suddenly raised his head and said seriously, "Michael has been asking about the time it takes for the steam in the cafeteria to be released these past two days. Considering the hole behind the toilet, I guess he must be calculating the time it takes for the steam to be released."

After hearing this, Rorschach became more and more dissatisfied with Michael. This kid was too rough in his work.

"What Michael didn't know was that the steam emissions from the cafeteria were completely random."

John desperately tried to demonstrate his worth. "There's only one way to avoid getting burned by the steam in the pipes. That's to get into the cafeteria that night, open the trap, drain the condensate, and block the steam. You can't enter this area, but I can!"

He suddenly grabbed Rorschach's trouser leg, his voice filled with tears: "Just once! Give me a chance to redeem myself, Rorschach! I swear, when I get out, I'll take my wife and children and run to Europe. I'll never set foot in North America again!"

Rorschach didn't answer immediately.

He believed that if he mentioned it to the warden, he should be able to get in, but that would be a bit too deliberate.

"You just said that you want to atone for your sins?" Rorschach suddenly chuckled and looked at him coldly.

"Yes! I want to atone for my sins! Let me help you, Rorschach!" John replied hastily. Rorschach raised his hand and patted his cheek, the force neither too strong nor too weak, but it made John tremble all over.

Then he threw away the tile he was playing with, grabbed the yellowed towel and put it on his shoulders, stood up and walked out the door.

"Before seven o'clock." Rorschach paused at the door, "Get everything done."

"sure!"

Only when the footsteps completely disappeared did John collapse to the ground like a pile of mud.

Only then did he realize that his prison uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat.

It's strange to say, he had dealt with Rorschach before he was imprisoned. Although the other party made him uncomfortable at that time, he never felt the suffocating feeling of being stared at by a wild beast like now.

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In the steamy shower room, muddy water dripped from the rusty pipes.

Rorschach stood naked under the water curtain, his bronze muscles gleaming metallicly under the dim light, and the wounds that were crisscrossed with wounds yesterday had healed without a trace.

suddenly!

He twisted his waist suddenly and swung the wet towel behind him!

"Snapped--!"

A steel needle went off track and pierced into the tile, sending up fragments.

"I've been waiting for you since last night."

Rorschach turned around calmly, water dripping down his chin. "You've been so patient, waiting until now to take action."

The pupils of the two agents disguised as prisoners shrank slightly, but they didn't say a word. After failing in the first attack, they attacked again.

One of them was brought in from somewhere and he raised his hand and swung out three poisoned steel needles, shooting them in a triangular shape at Rorschach.

Rorschach quickly pulled off the shower hose above his head, and the metal nozzle drew a silver arc, knocking down all the steel needles.

The other guy was even more outrageous. He actually took out a pre-assembled miniature pistol from behind!
"boom!"

The bullet pierced through the raised wet towel, but Rorschach had already dodged to the side.

Before the other party could pull the trigger again, he kicked the metal nozzle off the ground.

At the moment the opponent turned his head to dodge, Rorschach jumped against the wall, wrapped the towel around the gun-holding wrist like a noose, and pulled hard -

"Crack!"

The carpal bones are dislocated instantly!

The pistol also fell to the ground with a clang.

But the skills and reaction speed of these two guys are equally amazing.

Before Rorschach could continue to fight back, the guy who knew how to use the steel needles had already kicked Rorschach down to the waist with a sweeping kick. Rorschach jumped up to dodge, but the opponent predicted the landing point and hit him hard on the waist with a punch!
The other prisoner who had previously held a gun had already pulled out a dagger from behind with his left hand, and a drop of cold dew condensed on the tip of the knife in the steam.

"It's over!" This guy said the first words after seeing Rorschach.

The dagger stabbed down!

Rorschach grinned and yanked at the towel that had been wrapped around the drain wire.

The entire anti-slip mat was lifted up, and both agents lost their balance at the same time.

As the soapy water poured into the dagger prisoner's nostrils, Rorschach's knee had already hit his Adam's apple hard.

The other man slipped and threw out the last five poison needles, but Rorschach had already grabbed the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The steel needles were split one by one by the bullets in the air, exploding into a rain of metal fragments.

When the prisoner with the steel needle knelt down, covering his bullet-pierced knee, Rorschach's wet towel had already strangled his neck, pressing him tightly against the hot water pipe.

Boiling hot water suddenly gushed out from the damaged pipe, and the screams quickly turned into gurgling sounds as if the throat was burned.

The steam gradually dissipated.

Rorschach picked up the dripping towel, wrung it out, and put it back over his shoulder.

"You're right, it's over."

At this moment, the curtain of the shower room was suddenly lifted.

A prisoner with a smile on his face was stunned with fear when he saw the scene inside, and then he immediately trembled and stepped aside to make way for Rorschach.

But just as they passed each other, the guy suddenly pulled out a steel wire as thin as a hair from deep in his throat.

He deftly wrapped his fingers around the two ends of the wire and turned to put it around Rorschach's neck!
But unfortunately, before he could raise his hand to wave, a rough big hand had already grabbed the back of his head.

“Crack—!”

With the sound of a cervical vertebra cracking, the body of the last killer collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, and the number "21" tattooed behind his ear was faintly visible in the mist.

Rorschach slowly wiped his right hand with a towel, his eyes lingering on the string of numbers for a moment.

It wasn't the mark of any organization he recognized, but that didn't matter anymore.

"Ah"

He scoffed and headed towards the exit without looking back.

No matter who these people are, after tonight, he will no longer be the one to worry.

(End of this chapter)