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

Chapter 97: If you are already in danger, no amount of reasoning can save you! (Seeking monthly votes)

"I've learned how to pick locks before, so I should be able to open the door of this medical room."

John grabbed the pen from the desk and started to poke it into the keyhole.

Originally they only needed to avoid the prison guards and escape quietly, but now because of Rorschach's explosive declaration, they are forced to start a race against death!

"Go away!"

Rorschach kicked the guy aside.

Lock picking?

He doesn't have time to show his worth to these losers.

He lifted the liquid nitrogen tank, aligned it with the door lock, and turned the valve.

"hiss--"

A biting white cold air gushed out instantly, and thick frost formed on the keyhole at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rorschach leaned against the door panel and gently pushed with his shoulder.

With a loud "bang", the brittle door lock broke and the door of the medical room suddenly bounced open.

But Rorschach was in no hurry to leave.

He bent down to pick up the pen, then stood in front of the door, glancing coldly at the three of them. He raised a finger and said, "I don't care what you're thinking right now, but I'm reminding you: if you want to live, you have to listen to me. If anyone dares to do anything bad, I'll send you on your way faster than a prison guard's bullet!"

Michael nodded palely, his mind in a mess.

Eight minutes!
It is an impossible task to escape from the building, avoid the explosion, and hide from the guns of the prison guards and snipers outside!
But now there is no choice but to believe Rorschach.

John was also filled with fear. Even though he cursed Rorschach thousands of times in his heart, he could only follow this madman.

However, there was another idiot at the scene who was on the verge of going berserk.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

Lincoln's face flushed as he leaned against Rorschach's back. "Who allowed you to make the bomb? The plan was planned by my brother, and you should have just listened to him! Damn! Now, because of you, all of us might get blown up into the sky, you..."

"Lincoln!" Michael pulled his brother back and shouted at him in a rare display of anger: "Don't you think you've caused enough trouble?! Just listen to Rorschach! Take this as my plea, don't get yourself into any more trouble! Don't make me regret coming in to save you! Okay?!"

"I"

Lincoln wanted to say something but stopped himself, but looking at his brother's sad and angry eyes, he could only step back dejectedly.

Rorschach calmly returned the tip of the pen to his palm.

He was too lazy to explain to the loser, and he had no interest in listening to the idiot's complaints.

After more than ten seconds, the four of them sneaked away quietly.

Whenever they reached the intersection of the corridor, Rorschach seemed to be able to predict the future. He always knew the rotation trajectory of the surveillance camera in advance and accurately led them through the blind spots of the surveillance.

Michael looked at Rorschach's back with a look of disbelief mixed with a glimmer of hope.

If he remembered correctly, Rorschach had only been to these administrative corridors two or three times, but he remembered even the monitoring period accurately!

And these also made him see a possibility of escaping from the tiger's mouth.

When turning a corner, Rorschach, who was about to take a step forward, suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, the three people behind him hurriedly pressed their bodies against the wall.

He heard some unusual sounds.
A few seconds later.

Two heavy gasps reached their ears.

Two male prison guards were seen hugging each other tightly and kissing passionately in a corridor without surveillance, their hands roaming freely on each other's bodies.

".Fuck, what goes around comes around?"

Rorschach frowned slightly, and then he took a big step forward.

Michael carefully stuck his head out and saw that Rorschach had crossed the corridor in a few breaths and quickly came behind the two prison guards.

A prison guard was closing his eyes, immersed in the sinful pleasure brought by this forbidden love, but soon he noticed something strange. Streams of bloody saliva were pouring out of the other person's mouth.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that a pen had pierced his "partner's" head like a sharp arrow, the tip of the pen penetrated his mouth and was coldly pressed against his face.

He was about to scream in fear, but the pen was pulled out of the other person's mouth and then pierced his chin like lightning!
Michael, Lincoln and others who saw this scene widened their eyes in shock.

In just a moment, two lives were taken, all with a damn pen!

"Rorschach."

Several people quickly caught up. Michael looked at the two miserable corpses on the ground and couldn't help but say, "There's no need to kill them. Isn't it enough to gag them and lock them up? Isn't it..."

"What do you think we're doing? Playing house?"

Rorschach was too lazy to listen to the boy's nagging and continued forward without looking back.

Michael took one last look at the two bodies, closed his eyes with an unbearable heart, and followed Rorschach closely.

But John and Lincoln suddenly slowed down their pace. They looked at each other, as if they could read each other's thoughts from their eyes.

The two men quickly bent down, pulled out two pistols from the prison guard's waist, hid them behind their waists, and then pretended to be calm and chased after him.

Compared to daytime, the number of prison guards in the prison building where they were located had obviously decreased a lot.

As for the administrative clerical workers, almost none of them worked the night shift, and the only one, Sandy, left early.

Therefore, what they need to avoid most along the way is actually the surveillance cameras that can be seen every few steps in the corridor.

The powerful ability of [Stealth Master] was fully demonstrated at this moment. Rorschach's mind almost instinctively calculated the blind spots of each surveillance camera, cleverly avoiding teams of prison guards. Soon, they arrived at the stairwell leading to the first floor.

Rorschach quickly recalled the scene when he passed by the first floor during the riot.

The corridor is about 60 meters long. There are probably one or two patrolling prison guards and a surveillance camera, but this is not the key point. The real problem is that the prison guards' lounge is also here, and there are at least ten prison guards inside.

The difficulty lies in that he must not alarm anyone while passing through this long corridor. Otherwise, as long as the other party has the opportunity to press the alarm, explosion-proof iron bars will fall down at the front and back doors, and it will be extremely difficult to get out.

Rorschach repeatedly deduced dozens of plans in his mind, then his eyes focused, he walked to the closed door of the first-floor stairwell, and kicked it hard!
"boom--!"

Late at night, the loud noise of the door hitting the wall instantly attracted the attention of the prison guards in the corridor.

A sound of footsteps came from far away.

Rorschach stuck to the wall behind the door, holding a pen tightly in his hand, silently calculating the other party's position.

The next second, just as the door was pushed open, Rorschach suddenly jumped up!

The pen accurately pierced the throat of the first person, and then, while the other prison guard behind him had not yet reacted, Rorschach grabbed his mouth tightly, raised his hand and bent his elbow, and hit him hard on the temple!
The two prison guards fell to the ground, and perhaps only one second had passed!
After dragging the two men into the inner room, Rorschach, who was secretly calculating the time in his heart, had beads of sweat on his forehead.

time is limited……

"The surveillance camera completes a scan, leaving about 30 seconds of pause, enough time for us to run from here to the back door."

He turned his head and looked at the guys behind him, who were no exaggeration to say they were a burden at the moment.

Rorschach raised his finger and warned sternly, "Tread lightly on the road. The guards' lounge is in this corridor."

The three of them nodded hurriedly. At this moment, they were already completely shocked by the abilities displayed by Rorschach. Even Lincoln, the most rebellious one, was now as obedient as a quail.

After taking a quick glance at the situation outside the corridor, Rorschach tapped the wall rhythmically with his fingers, silently calculating the time it took for the surveillance camera to turn.

Suddenly, he waved his hands violently and rushed out of the stairwell like an arrow.

The three of them hurriedly caught up, running on tiptoe close to the wall.

Thirty seconds to cross a sixty-meter corridor is definitely more than enough time according to common sense.

Michael gritted his teeth and followed Rorschach closely.

As they were about to pass through a door marked as a lounge, they all slowed down their pace.

However, just as they were getting closer to the back door, perhaps because he had been curled up and crawling in the pipe for too long, John stumbled and fell heavily to the ground!
When Michael heard the noise, his brows frowned instantly. When he was about to turn around to help him, a strong hand had already grabbed his arm tightly.

Rorschach didn't give him any chance to show mercy and dragged him forward!
"Shet."

John cursed and was about to struggle to get up when he found that his leg was sprained.

In a panic, he quickly grabbed Lincoln who was about to pass him from behind and pleaded urgently, "Help me! Please! Don't leave me."

"Fuck! Let go!"

Lincoln's face was covered in sweat, and he saw his chance to escape was about to slip away.

Seeing that this burden was holding on to him tightly and wouldn't let go, he actually pulled out a pistol from his waist!
"boom--!"

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed in the prison building late at night!
Michael turned his head in disbelief, only to see that his brother Lincoln had shot John in the head!

At that moment, he felt as if time had stopped, and an emotion called despair began to spread in his heart.

"Ah"

Suddenly, Rorschach's sneer came from the front.

He seemed to have anticipated this scene and did not pause at all!

The next second, the gunshot instantly woke up the prison guards in the entire building, and blood-red alarm bells began to ring wildly in every corridor!
Rorschach's pace became more and more rapid. Just when the iron bars on the back door were about to fall completely, he suddenly jumped off the ground, and the pen in his hand flew out as fast as a javelin!
boom--

The tip of the pen accurately penetrated a layer of glass and chiseled into the circuit board that controlled the iron gate next to the door!
Accompanied by a burst of dazzling electric sparks, the falling iron fence made a harsh metallic friction sound and stopped abruptly in mid-air!!!

Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but before he had time to think, he subconsciously turned back to help his brother.

At this time, there were bursts of dense footsteps behind him, and Lincoln was about to be surrounded by prison guards rushing out of the lounge.

"Rorschach, run away! I want to go back! I want to save him!"

Michael said anxiously: "I came in for him, otherwise I would have watched him die in front of me."

Seeing that Rorschach didn't move, he explained incoherently: "I'll go tell the prison guards that I surrender, and he and I will continue to return to the cell. So many prisoners died in the past few days, they must not want to see more bloodshed. Go away, Rorschach, I won't tell them that you planted the bomb."

"idiot!"

Rorschach grabbed him by the throat, his knuckles turning white with the force.

He stared at Michael's panicked face, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "When will you learn your lesson?! When will you learn from this?!"

“You can’t reason with a tiger when your head is already in its mouth!!!”

"Rorschach. I."

I could hear the movements of the explosion-proof prison guards outside who were already geared up and on high alert, as well as the occasional gunshots coming from behind me.

Michael's voice was filled with despair and pleading: "But he is my brother after all."

"Let's take a gamble."

Rorschach was breathing heavily, looking at the high wall forty-six meters outside the door. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a crazy smile that Michael would never forget in his life.

"Let's bet on whether he can hold out for twelve seconds."

(End of this chapter)