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Chapter 99: Reactions from all parties on LL Island (asking for monthly tickets)

run!
run!

Running like crazy!
In the jungle late at night, Rorschach's figure was like an angry cheetah, moving through the darkness.

In fact, he knew very well that neither the prison guards nor the state government had the time and energy to capture him, a fugitive.

The raging fire in the prison will absorb all attention, disaster relief, scandal cover-up, shirking responsibility... the bureaucrats' first reaction is always self-protection.

As for the fugitive list?

Given the efficiency of the government departments here, by the time they come up with a result, I would have already put my gun in a building in Washington.

But even so, Rorschach kept running.

Tireless and never stopping.

As the entire prison behind him collapsed in flames, he suddenly felt his blood boiling and his shackles breaking.

This kind of joy made him want to run forward for no reason at all.

What was even more wonderful was that along the way, countless scarlet blood rays chased him from behind and quickly penetrated into his body.

Every ray of blood represents a life, a gift of killing.

In his mind, prompts for specialized upgrades flashed wildly, almost drowning out his rationality.

This is not a jailbreak.

This is a massacre.

A bloody feast for him!
"call"

He didn't know how long he ran, until his lungs felt a burning pain, then Rorschach suddenly stopped and fell into a pile of dead leaves.

In the night sky, the moon is high in the sky and the stars are twinkling.

"If only I could have a beer right now"

Rorschach placed his hands on the ground behind his waist, looked up at the night sky of Chicago, and sneered with his Adam's apple rolling.

Ginny should be in New York by now.

Her father is a top official in the federal law enforcement agency, and he only has this one daughter. This girl will be taken care of wherever she goes and will definitely not suffer any loss.

The director is probably fast asleep with a glass of whiskey in his arms right now.

The life of a rich old bachelor is very comfortable. Not only is no one to control him, but he also has more money than he can spend.

Irish brothers.
The faces of those who had helped him flashed through his mind.

After a long silence, Rorschach lowered his head and tugged at his orange prison uniform. The fabric was stained with mud and dried blood.

The warmth in his eyes faded little by little.

When he stood up, his eyes were filled with indifference and paranoia.

In the distance, in the darkness.

A farmhouse was lit with dim lights.

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Caribbean Sea, U.S. Virgin Islands.

Under the cover of night, a dense crowd of combat boats were docked at the pier of one of the largest private islands, and more than a dozen private armed forces were patrolling back and forth on the shore, their guns always on alert.

Behind them, dozens of armed helicopters were lined up in an orderly manner, each equipped with a heavy machine gun.

Even in the night sky above, hundreds of small tactical drones were circling silently, scanning every inch of the sea and beach with infrared.

There are no conceptual blind spots here.

Without an invitation, not even a fly can fly in!

The bigwigs on the island enjoy absolute privacy, and all these strict security measures are just to ensure that their secrets will never be leaked.

In a pure white room.

Pelari lounged in a custom-made ergonomic recliner.

A doctor in a white coat was slowly pushing scarlet liquid from a syringe into her vein.

"The boss knows you'll be arriving on the island tonight, so he specially asked us to prepare the latest extracted renin." The doctor explained in a low voice with a respectful tone.

"Where's the source?" Pelari raised his eyes coldly. "Don't try to fool me with those cheap bastards from Latin America or Africa."

"Don't worry, they're all from Asia," the doctor replied quickly. "As you know, our people have been using disguised identities to adopt children from all over Asia over the past few years and bringing them back."

"That's good. Oh, God is really unfair."

Pelari raised the corner of his mouth in disdain. "It's obvious that we white people are far superior to those yellow-skinned people in terms of both intelligence and physical fitness, but their bodies age much slower than ours."

As the medicine was injected, she closed her eyes and felt the pleasure of her cells being nourished.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but now she suddenly realized that she looked a little younger in the mirror, with the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes faded and her spirit refreshed.

"Okay, you can go out." She waved to the doctor.

Just as the doctor was about to leave, Pelari suddenly spoke again: "By the way, just like before, pick a few goods and bring them over."

The doctor nodded slightly. If he remembered correctly, the Speaker's preferred "toy" should be around teens.
When he was the only one left in the room, Pelari casually put his legs on the armrests on both sides of the recliner, lit a ladies' cigarette, and waited for service after the "goods" came in.

However, just as she was expecting it, the voice of the special agents suddenly sounded outside the door.

After the other party came in, a message from Fox River Prison in Chicago instantly interrupted her interest.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in detail, "Is it possible that one of our people did this?"

"This... I will investigate this as soon as possible." The special agent lowered his head, not daring to look the other person in the eye.

He had no idea who the woman in front of him had sent to deal with Rorschach Butcher.

Pelari waved his hand coldly to signal the special agents to retreat, picked up his cell phone and dialed the encrypted line.

After the call was connected, an electronic synthesized voice of a mechanical female voice was heard.

She asked several key questions in succession, and when she confirmed that the [Crisis Suppression Team] had nothing to do with the matter, her carefully groomed eyebrows knitted together.

The explosion was too coincidental. Three members of the strangler team had just died, and the prison explosion happened that night. How could such a coincidence happen, unless...
A chill ran up her spine and onto the back of her neck, and she subconsciously clenched her phone.

"[Machine], immediately monitor all surveillance and communication records within the radius of Fox River Prison—no, expand it to a hundred kilometers!"

"Report any clues related to Rorschach Butcher to me immediately!"

Pelari hung up the phone and stared straight ahead.

She was 80% sure—

That damn bastard isn't dead.

And now, he's coming for revenge.

At this moment, not only Pelari who was on the island, but more people learned about the explosion at Fox River Prison at the same time.

The director's head was still buzzing from a hangover when he was awakened by an urgent phone call.

When he saw seventeen consecutive calls from the city hall within ten minutes on his phone, his drunkenness instantly evaporated.

The Fox River Prison exploded, reducing the entire building to rubble, burying nearly all the prisoners inside and causing countless casualties.
The director listened to the last words spoken by the other party on the phone, slapped his hairless head, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"There are signs of damage to the electric fence on the wall. Is it possible that a prisoner has escaped?!"

Manhattan, New York.

Late at night in the apartment, Ginny lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

She had been busy moving all day and had to report to the Upper East Side Police Station early the next morning, but she had no desire to sleep.

Her fingers unconsciously stroked the pink folding knife that Rorschach had given her on her birthday. The blade had been reworked by her and the initials of their two surnames were engraved on it.

She rolled over, holding the knife to her chest, her thoughts drifting back to Chicago.

Ginny suddenly remembered that she and Rorschach had held hands and hugged each other, but that was all.

Not even a proper kiss!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

Rorschach has been in prison for so long that he must have been suffocated.

I heard that if you visit the prison as a family member, a couple's room will be arranged. Why don't you ask the prison guard to arrange it for you next time you visit?
"No, no!" She suddenly shook her head, her cheeks burning.

How could we do it in that place for the first time? It's so casual!
Just as I was daydreaming, my cell phone suddenly vibrated.

The director's call.

She pressed the answer button and listened to the hurried voice on the other end of the phone.

After a few seconds of silence—

"what--!!!"

Her scream of surprise echoed throughout the apartment building.

At the same time, on the deserted road leading to Fox River Prison, a dilapidated Chevrolet was speeding crookedly.

In the back seat, three strippers in scantily clad clothes, with big breasts and plump buttocks, looked at each other in silence.

Just an hour ago, the two brothers in the driver's seat suddenly broke into the club where they were.

Without saying a word, they threw down $10,000 and claimed that they would take the three most beautiful dancers away.

Originally, the three of them thought they had met a big client, but the two brothers pulled them into the car and took them directly to the prison without saying a word.

He was still mumbling something about visiting the prison at dawn tomorrow and asking the three girls to serve their boss well.
"Um, Murphy, which direction is Fox River Prison?"

"What did you say? Damn it, why are you driving if you don't know the road?"

"It's not that I don't know it, I've just heard of this place, but I've never been here before."

He was looking at the map as he spoke. Suddenly, he glanced out the window and caught a glimpse of something. He exclaimed in surprise, "Look, those two guys look like locals. Why don't we ask them for directions?"

Murphy looked in the direction he pointed, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell directly onto his crotch.

A “local” indeed.

He's still wearing a fucking orange prison uniform!
A few seconds later, Michael, who was blocked by the Irish brothers, seemed not to have heard what they said. He asked again to confirm: "You asked me where Fox River Prison is?"

"Yeah, man, we plan to arrive early and then go see our boss Rorschach as soon as visiting time comes." Connor replied, biting the cigarette butt.

Michael and Lincoln looked at each other in shock.

They could tell that the two brothers didn't sound joking, and when they looked at the three women in the back seat who obviously didn't have serious jobs, they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.

After a brief moment of confusion, Michael shook his head and said, "Go back. Rorschach is no longer in prison."

"what?"

Connor was still a little confused, but Murphy beside him was already pounding his arm excitedly, shouting excitedly: "You still haven't reacted! Idiot! Rorschach has escaped from prison! These two lucky guys also escaped with him!"

"Waterfalk?"

Connor turned his head to look at Michael and the others, but they had already taken advantage of their distraction and quietly slipped into the woods, disappearing without a trace.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Connor, who had reacted, laughed excitedly and hugged his brother excitedly.

"I knew a small prison wouldn't be enough to hold Rorschach!"

"Prisons can't hold a bird with wings shining with the luster of freedom, nor can they hold a demon spewing rage from the muzzle of a gun!"

The two people's excited laughter echoed on the empty road, almost blowing the roof off the car.

After calming down a bit, Murphy pointed to the gift that his brothers had carefully prepared for Rorschach in the back seat and asked, "What about them? Send them back?"

"Send it back?"

Connor pulled out his belt, took a deep breath, and said excitedly:
"I'll endure a little hardship and 'take care' of Rorschach! Just consider it a celebration of his successful escape!"

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(End of this chapter)