My aunt is still staring at the decoration in the restaurant and has not returned.
He dug out his shoulder bag and packed the Catachan saber and plasma pistol.
Rorschach changed into a suit of clothes and combat boots.
He took out a wad of bills from the duffel bag under the bed and planned to leave.
But before going out, Luo Xia still sent a text message to her aunt.
After explaining that I was going to do a ‘part-time job’.
I didn’t wait for my aunt to reply to the message.
He turned off his phone and threw it on the bed.
Rorschach walked out of the apartment and began preparations.
Faced with the backbone of an entire gang.
Proven killing techniques and powerful plasma pistols are enough to deal with it.
However, Rorschach still needs some auxiliary means.
Prevent them from escaping and scattering.
So, wait until Rorschach purchases more and more things.
He had to buy another hiking backpack to use as a container.
Purchase ends.
Rorschach was walking on the street and suddenly felt unbearably hungry.
He looked around.
I found a roadside stand selling hot dogs.
Start eating like crazy.
In a short period of time, the stall owner's production speed could hardly keep up with Rorschach's eating speed.
I ate fifteen hot dogs in a row.
Rorschach paid the bill with the stall owner's awe expression on his face.
Then, Rorschach turned and left, but before he could take a few steps.
Suddenly, a pleading voice came from behind:
"Excuse me, sir, could you please take a look at this missing person notice?"
Luo Xia raised his eyebrows and turned to look back.
"Mike?"
"Uh... Rorschach?"
Standing in front of him turned out to be the apprentice and toolman of a delicious Chinese restaurant.
Black Mike.
Because Rorschach today is completely different from before.
So Mike didn't recognize it at first.
Until Rorschach spoke.
Only then did Mike gradually overlap the Rorschach in his memory with the Rorschach in front of him.
"God...young people in their developmental stages are simply a miracle of life."
Mike subconsciously praised.
"Maybe, Mike, no news about your brother yet?"
With a smile on his face, Rorschach took the flyer from Mike and asked politely.
At the same time, he also looked down at the flyer.
It seems that in order to keep costs down, the flyers are very crudely produced.
Just a black and white photo and contact information.
The photo shows a missing front tooth.
A little black boy with a raised left hand and a missing ear.
Maybe it's the disability, or maybe it's the bright smile on his face.
All in all, at first glance, the little boy is impressive.
"There's no news...it's like the world has disappeared."
Mike's brows were full of anxiety and haggard.
He smiled bitterly and said:
"Mom is about to have a nervous breakdown, so I have to stand up, but Jerry has been missing for so long..."
Mike didn't say everything
But Rorschach also understood what he meant.
Rorschach nodded silently.
He folded the flyer a few times and stuffed it into the backpack on his chest.
"Didn't you try to ask the media for help? You should have read the recent big news, right? Now is a good time for the media to force the police to do something."
"Why didn't you go? But all the media outlets were surrounded by parents who published missing persons news..."
Mike shook his head and let out a helpless sigh.
"Those rich black and white people can go on the show and tell their family's heartwarming stories, but for ordinary families like ours from poor communities, many media can only publish and report a small missing person notice... It's better than nothing."
After listening to what Mike said.
Rorschach was speechless.
He thought for a moment and took out a small stack of bills from his pocket.
That was the remaining money from his shopping, fifteen hundred yuan.
After Rorschach left five alone.
The remaining banknotes were handed to Mike.
Mike's mouth opened wide in surprise, and his dark skin seemed to turn red.
He refused repeatedly: "No, no, no, Rorschach...this is too much!"
"Mike, take it, think of it as an advance salary." Rorschach said with a smile: "Auntie is still waiting for her toolman apprentice to go back to work."
"Thanks!"
Mike's eyes seemed to be a little moist.
He choked up but held it back.
"Thank you, I just don't know how to thank you..."
"Finding Jerry is the best thank you, don't say much else..."
"After all, friends need to help each other, right?"
Rorschach replied with a serious expression.
After seeing that Mike no longer refused and carefully put away the banknotes.
Rorschach said hello to Mike.
Turn around and leave.
Next, he still has important 'part-time' work to do.
——
Hell's Kitchen, Baby Emporium.
As the third generation leader of the sportswear gang.
Fat Bobby is not only physically like a giant wild boar.
Even their behavior is quite similar.
Greed is his eating instinct.
Brutality is his desire to reproduce.
This is also the reason why he can control the entire gang.
At least, that was the case a few days ago.
Today, fat boy Bobby can only curl up his fat body on the dusty sofa.
While eating frantically with graceful movements.
While staring at the mobile phone in front of him.
He has been waiting for the call.
A call from the King of the Underground.
A gangster career that could save him.
A phone call that could save his life.
However, until the sweet and greasy tomato pasta filled Fat Boy Bobby's huge stomach.
The phone still didn't ring.
Fat Boy Bobby gradually fell into despair and was in great pain.
He understood instantly.
The sportswear gang that once dominated New York has been abandoned.
The underground king's gang empire.
I don't want to attract more public and official attention.
The tracksuit gang has to go!
Both physically and mentally.
"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"
At this moment, the plump fat on Fat Boy Bobby's cheeks kept trembling.
Bang——
With a ferocious look on his face, he dropped the tomato pasta can on the ground.
The thick dust is stirred together with the macaroni's red soup.
Like a puddle of fragmented bright red internal organs.
"Bullshit underground king! Bullshit NYPD! Bullshit New York citizens!"
"I, Poppy, am the king of this city!"
"King of New York!"
As the time goes.
Fat Boy Bobby's eyes were blood red and he looked like he was crazy.
Even the fat all over his body was shaking violently.
He seemed to have been forced to a mental breakdown by the huge pressure of reality.
At this moment, Fat Bobby got up with difficulty.
He moved his legs and rushed out of the mall room like a rampaging wild boar.
Boom, boom, boom!
Heavy footsteps attracted the attention of the gangsters downstairs.
They raised their heads with different expressions and stared at Fat Boy Bobby who appeared on the stairs of the mall.
"I announce that tonight...tonight we are going to give New York City a big 'surprise'!"
Looking down at everyone with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Fat Boy Bobby slowly raised his hands and clenched them into fists.
He yelled crazily:
"Do you want to eat fresh food?"
"Do you want to sleep with a beautiful woman?"
"Do you want to walk freely under the sun?"
"So what if the police want me?"
"What happens even if you are abandoned by the Underground King?"
"Are we going to be afraid?"
"We are the gangs that rule New York! We also have a lot of weapons and ammunition!"
"Come on! Come on! Bring your guns and join my crazy party!"
Fat boy Bobby was drooling all over the place, and he was in a crazy state as if he was possessed by a mustache.
However, his fiery speech failed to resonate emotionally with anyone.
The main gang members who remained silent all looked at each other.
A hint of inexplicable aura flashed deep in his eyes.
At this moment, Fat Boy Bobby was standing on the stairs, gasping for air and dripping with sweat.
He keenly discovered the undercurrent surging among the backbone members of the gang who remained silent.
Fat Boy Bobby had a crazy grin on his fat face.
"Anyone who comes to the party will get a split of the gang funds in the warehouse!"
"You can split the money now if you want!"
"After the party, if we achieve results, the funds laundered in the overseas account can also be used"
"Split it evenly!"
Fat Bobby didn't finish his sentence.
The backbone members of the gang, numbering close to forty people, all showed empathetic smiles.
Crash--
The crisp sounds of countless firearms being loaded almost merged into one large sound.
"Come on. Let's burn this city to ashes!"
——
Hell's Kitchen after nightfall.
It's like entering another world.
In the dark corners of countless buildings.
Men and women who made deals.
Make an unabashed sound of joy.
between streets in disrepair.
Drug dealers armed with automatic rifles chose to set up stalls on the roadside.
It seems to be to attract customers.
Become a mobile stall on top of the vehicle.
There are also strings of colorful small light bulbs hanging.
It is not only a hidden sign, but also for business atmosphere.
A ragged tramp.
Urban white-collar workers wearing heavy makeup.
Even students with childish faces keep appearing.
Join the carefully selected shopping ranks.
At the same moment, chaos and order found a way to live in peace and chose to fall together.
This is the tip of the iceberg in Hell's Kitchen, daily life.
Hell's Kitchen, a paradise and holy place for criminals.
It is different from the outskirts of streets with dense crowds of people.
The deeper you get into the community of Hell's Kitchen.
The appearance of streets and buildings becomes increasingly dilapidated.
Even the lights adorning the windows are getting fewer and fewer.
Wait until you enter a more rundown street.
Even the lights disappeared.
Except for homeless bums.
Or criminals with serious crimes.
I'm afraid no one wants to live in a place that doesn't even have water or electricity.
Baby Mall stands among such dark neighborhoods.
Like a silent giant.
This large supermarket that once nurtured generations of local residents of Hell's Kitchen is now completely abandoned.
Even the parking lot outside the door has been irrigated by the rain, and patches of lush grass have sprouted up.
Swish swish——
The grass half as tall as a man kept shaking, accompanied by a rustling sound.
Rorschach, who was crawling forward cautiously, appeared.
At this time, his head was tightly wrapped with a red scarf.
His face was covered with a gas mask.
He was also wearing a black waterproof coat.
At the same time, a dark Catachan saber was held in Rorschach's hand.
He hid the shimmering plasma pistol in his coat pocket to prevent it from being exposed.
There was no sign of power in the baby store.
There were only occasional flashlights flashing through the window and the faint sound of noisy voices.
The situation inside was unexpectedly revealed.
The poor dwarf didn't lie.
This is the home of the sportswear gang.
Rorschach's eyes hidden behind the gas mask flickered slightly.
The movement of crawling forward was more cautious.
A few minutes later, silently, Rorschach reached the front door of the store.
He hid in the corner and raised his head slightly.
Looking inside the mall through the dusty glass.
Between a lot of abandoned shelves.
An open space that has been cleared.
About thirty Slavs were cleaning their guns and loading ammunition with flashlights.
Almost all of them were wearing bulletproof vests.
Someone also wore a military helmet on his head.
Pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles.
There's even a heavy-duty machine gun mounted on several boxes of ammunition.
At the same time, grenades were taken out from the box one by one and placed in front of everyone.
From time to time, someone would come up and pick it up, hang it on their chest, show it off to their companions around them, and let out hearty laughter.
What are they going to do?
This much firepower is enough for a fierce street battle.
Could it be that he was driven crazy by the New York police?
Are you going to fight to the death?
Rorschach carefully hid his figure.
The eyes hidden behind the gas mask were full of doubts.
However, just when Rorschach was about to sneak in from behind.
A voice full of fanaticism suddenly sounded from inside.
attracted his attention again.
"Brothers! Are you ready?"
"Ula——"
"Ready!"
"Haha, I can't wait!"
——————
Fat boy Bobby, who was wearing an oversized body armor, stared with a pair of blood-red eyes.
He glanced back and forth in the dim light, and saw his subordinates gearing up and impatient.
Already crazy, he couldn't help but reveal a twisted and ferocious smile.
tomorrow morning
The whole of New York will be shocked!
The whole country and even the world will be shocked!
The damn underground king wants to hide?
wishful thinking!
I, Fat Boy Bobby, will use the lives of countless New Yorkers to overthrow you!
Even if the entire gang is wiped out, a federal investigation will be launched afterwards.
It will also expose those dirty deals to the sun!
Underground King
You will also become a lost dog!
Slavs never admit defeat!
"Very good! I have already given you all the money in the warehouse!"
Fat boy Bobby, whose face turned red, grinned widely.
The fat on her cheeks was so excited that it kept trembling.
"Now, it's time for you to repay me!"
"There is only one goal, and that is to shoot and kill! Do whatever you want!"
"Do whatever you want!"
"Prior to this, the smuggling boats had already stopped at the port on the Hudson River."
"If everything goes well, you will board the ship with me and go to sea to share more wealth!"
"Ula——"
Fat Bobby raised his fist fiercely.
He shook his arms desperately and kept shouting from his mouth.
"Huh?"
At this moment.
The excited Fat Boy Bobby suddenly discovered.
A blue ball of light the size of a human head crossed the shelf in the blink of an eye and flew in front of him!
Bang bang——
Four thousand words can’t be divided. I have a cold and a bit of a headache.
