There are school students who go out for entertainment, as well as urban white-collar workers who indulge after get off work.
There are rich white people looking for an affair, and there are also people of all races selling happiness.
Just dare to think and ask for anything.
You can find them all in Blueberry Nightclub and be satisfied.
Of course, this is not a free service, it is even more expensive.
It's approaching midnight.
The drunk Sergey rushed out of the back door of the nightclub and staggered into the dimly lit alley.
This is an escape route only regular customers are allowed to use.
Usually used to hide from enemies or the police.
And Sergey has just become a junior member of this nightclub.
Barely qualified to try it out.
Although the nightclub manager only agreed because of Sergey's cousin's face.
But Sergey didn't mind it either, he was even quite happy.
Because today, he relies on his own efforts.
Helped my cousin fulfill a wish.
By the way, I received huge rewards!
I, Sergey, a rising gang star in New York City!
"hey-hey."
At this moment, Sergey, who was full of confidence, couldn't help but smile stupidly.
Then, he subconsciously recalled the smooth feel he had just felt.
The women in Blueberry Nightclub are all top-notch in terms of body shape and appearance!
Unfortunately, beauties in the store are not allowed to exchange contact information with customers.
They were not even allowed to leave the nightclub.
Only higher-level nightclub members who accept the private invitation can stay overnight
Therefore, Sergey planned to contact a familiar technician to see if he could continue his struggle tonight.
However, the drunken Sergei did not notice.
Just in the shadows behind him.
One wears a red turban.
The terrifying figure, whose entire face was covered with black and green paint, is slowly emerging!
That's the long-awaited Rorschach!
The silent Rorschach did not give Sergey any chance to resist.
He stepped hard on the ground and was behind Sergey in the blink of an eye!
The veins on his arms popped out one after another, and Rorschach's arms were strangled between Sergey's neck!
"Well--"
Sergei was suddenly attacked and had no time to make any sound.
He could only wave his arms in panic, trying to get rid of Rorschach's control.
But it has no effect.
After just a few seconds, Sergey rolled his eyes.
The body gradually became limp and weak, and he was about to suffocate and die!
Rorschach, with cold eyes, relaxed his arms slightly.
Prevent the other party from dying in the alley.
Wrong place, not the right time
There are some things that Sergey still needs to explain clearly!
Immediately afterwards, Rorschach suddenly bent down and picked up Sergey's heavy body.
He quickly turned around and left, disappearing deep into the deserted alley.
It's too close to the nightclub.
Not a suitable location for interrogation.
Before that, Rorschach had already found a good place for 'heart-to-heart talk' in advance.
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Bang——
Sergey's heavy body was like a torn sack, which was thrown to the ground by Rorschach, causing countless dust to scatter.
This is an abandoned property with no owner.
It's far away from the street, and the nearest residents are about 200 meters away.
Rorschach can do anything with confidence.
Perhaps because of Rorschach's rough movements, Sergey, who had fallen into a coma, gradually woke up.
"ah--"
He let out a low groan of pain and wanted to turn over on the ground.
However, Rorschach, who was standing aside, suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the blond's messy head.
"Sergei Petrov Jr.?"
Rorschach asked knowingly.
However, the groggy Sergey didn't seem to understand the current situation.
While trying to struggle to get up, he shouted angrily:
"Do you know who I am! Do you know who my cousin is!"
Rorschach suddenly sneered.
The other foot wearing military boots was raised high and fell suddenly!
Click!
It was accompanied by a crisp sound of fracture.
One of Sergey's arms was like dry firewood, easily broken!
"ah--"
Sergey's miserable scream had just left his mouth.
Rorschach blocked it with the sole of his shoe and stuffed it into his mouth.
At this moment, the veins on Sergey's neck popped out like a dying fish.
While his whole body was shaking, countless sweat soaked his thin clothes.
I don’t know how long it took, but I felt that the strength of the struggle under my feet became weaker.
Rorschach, with cold eyes, continued to ask:
"I'm just asking once, who came up with the goal of robbing a 'delicious' Chinese restaurant?"
After Rorschach asked, he moved away the sole of his shoe that was touching Sergey's mouth.
Today, Sergey is extremely embarrassed and no longer as unruly as before.
Bleeding continued from his mouth and flowed to the ground along the corners of his mouth.
Sergey raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with resentment, which was fleeting.
But he still said inarticulately:
"It was me. I brought it up first."
"Why? I'm afraid there isn't enough cash in the restaurant. If you go to the supermarket next door, wouldn't you be able to grab more cash? Is it because that restaurant doesn't have any risks?"
Rorschach stared at Sergey expressionlessly.
When Sergey heard Rorschach's question, he hesitated a little.
But soon, he made the decision to confess everything.
Because Rorschach once again stepped on his severed hand.
"I say! I say everything!"
"We are not just trying to steal money, but we are looking for excitement and enjoying the pleasure of crime in our last free time!"
"My cousin is the little leader of the sportswear gang. He said that the rules of the underground world have completely changed! A month ago, the new underground king unified the gangs on the entire East Coast!"
"All criminal organizations must obey his command. Private crimes are not allowed. Each gang can only rely on the criminal industry assigned by the underground king to make profits and obtain money!"
"Those who are good at robbing banks can only rob banks, and those who are good at selling noodles can only sell noodles. If you want to change the gang business, you need to pay a high crime fee to the underground king."
"Damn it! If you can't commit crimes as you please, why join a gang? This is a joke!"
"But now no one dares to disobey the underground king's order, and no one thinks this is a joke."
"Hundreds of lives have created new rules and a new order!"
Having said this, Sergey swallowed hard, and then said with trembling breath:
"So, I'm just looking for an opportunity to help my cousin relieve his psychological pressure and complete the entrance test of the sportswear gang. After all, my cousin has always taken care of me, so joining his gang is not a bad thing, right?
"
"Where is your cousin now?"
Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, suddenly asked.
"Today is Saturday, it should be the time for the gang to take stock of their finances."
Sergey lay on the ground dejectedly.
It was as if he had completely given up on struggling.
"I once accidentally eavesdropped on my cousin's phone. Near the Brooklyn Bridge and close to the East River, there is a place called Warehouse No. 10. It is the secret stronghold of the sportswear gang."
"If you're looking for him, he's probably there."
I saw Sergey asked for the address.
Rorschach, who was wearing a red scarf, nodded his chin with satisfaction.
He suddenly took a step back and bowed.
"Sergey?"
"Um?"
Feeling lucky, Sergey subconsciously raised his head.
Pfft——
A huge dark saber suddenly pierced Sergei's eye socket!
The extremely sharp saber with a little bit of white liquid penetrated through the blond hair on the back of the head!
"Thank you for your cooperation."
It didn't feel good at first, and it's been dragging on until now.
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