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

Chapter 195 Disguise Specialization Upgrade: Underwood Email
late at night.

The prison lights remained as bright as day.

This is standard practice in prisons worldwide; cells must be lit 24 hours a day.

Most of the prisoners were already asleep, and even old Griffin, who hadn't slept for days, was unusually snoring, his breathing heavy and steady.

"call"

Hearing the snoring coming from the lower bunk, Luo Xia's lips curled up slightly.

He crossed his arms behind his head, his gaze fixed on the concrete ceiling, but his attention was already absorbed in the "Eye of Judgment" in his mind.

He learned of Director Griffin's news a day earlier through the [machine].

Harold hacked into the North American law enforcement system and citizen databases, quickly pinpointing the police chief's whereabouts, only to discover that the chief was being held at the Queens Police Department.

Strangely, when the machine uttered the chief's number, the person on the other end had already been detained on suspicion of murder.

Even more strangely, the director's travel records and movement trajectory from the previous few days were almost completely erased, and the only remaining surveillance footage showed that he had been to Florida before being framed.

The following morning, perhaps with the help of powerful figures behind the scenes, news of Chief Griffin's murder of an immigrant father and daughter was widely reported in the media.

The case was even cut in line for trial. The prosecution somehow obtained a huge amount of "ironclad evidence" covered with the director's fingerprints and DNA, and without giving him any chance to appeal, convicted him in court and sentenced him to life imprisonment.

And there's the most unusual thing.

He was imprisoned in the infamous private prison, End Island, which houses serious offenders and death row inmates!

It should be noted that old Griffin was a legitimate civil servant, and even if he had actually killed someone, he should have been imprisoned in a low-security federal prison.

They should never have been thrown into the island of the end, which is known for its bloodshed and cruelty.

Rorschach immediately sensed a familiar conspiracy.

It wasn't that he had a particularly keen sense of smell, but rather that all of this was exactly the same as the trap he had been set up six months ago.

There are very few forces in this country capable of manipulating the entire law enforcement system, fabricating such absurd miscarriages of justice, and conducting trials in violation of procedural justice.

Rorschach could guess with his eyes closed that it must have been Washington who did it. Nine times out of ten, the director had uncovered some shady secret in Florida.

But after learning all this, Rorschach did not rush to the police station to break the prisoner or attempt to break him out during transport.

If he really wanted to do it, he was confident he could finish the fight within a minute:
The guard was taken down in twenty seconds.

The police chief was dragged out of the escort vehicle in twenty seconds.

In the last twenty seconds, I lit a cigar for the old man to calm his nerves.

But such actions are meaningless.

Even if we rescue the chief, what then?
Unlike himself, Anna, Clyde, and others, Director Griffin was already sixty years old and ready to retire.

People of this age shouldn't be on the run with them.

At his age, the bureau chief should be enjoying a carefree life in Europe or South Asia with his generous pension. Instead, he was swindled out of his savings by a few Thai gold diggers and has to sheepishly come to me for a plane ticket to retire in North America.

Rorschach really didn't want to involve the chief in his affairs anymore, which was why he had never contacted Griffin after his release from prison.

Therefore, this time, he not only had to save the bureau chief's life, but also clear his name so that he could return to a normal life openly and honestly.

But Rorschach went to great lengths to sneak into the prison.

Even if Harold could use hacking techniques to arbitrarily tamper with the identity information in the database, his appearance could not be changed.

While this face may not be universally recognized across the United States, at least a third of the population has seen his wanted poster on television.

Therefore, even with a real fake identity as cover, it would be difficult for him to personally infiltrate the prison.

But he doesn't trust others to do it for him.

After all, this was Chief Griffin, who had always protected him back in Chicago and whom he regarded as his closest elder.

At this moment, a specialization he had acquired six months ago, which he had discarded like trash, was gleaming in his mind.

Disguise Mastery → Doppelgnger Mastery (1/1000)

Upgrade effect: The protagonist gains the ability to construct a deep identity and perfectly disguise himself, and can completely replace the social identity of the target.

New capabilities:

Identity cloning: Perfectly replicate the target person's behavior patterns, voiceprint characteristics, and social relationships within 72 hours.
Memory implantation: Fictional memory fragments can be temporarily implanted to counter lie detector tests and interrogations.
Biomimicry: Temporarily altering facial contours and body features through muscle control.

Digital spoofing: Faking the electronic devices and online behavior characteristics of a target.

After deciding to infiltrate Termination Island prison, Rorschach immediately thought of the CIA agent he had encountered in Eastern Europe.

The guy was wearing a human skin mask of a military base commander, which not only fooled them, but even the soldiers in the base believed him, demonstrating his superb disguise skills.

But time was of the essence, and he had nowhere to look for the agent.

Just then, he remembered the disguise expertise he had acquired from the CIA female agent who had tried to assassinate him.

That night, Rorschach single-handedly destroyed multiple gang strongholds in New York, killing hundreds of gang members with blood on their hands, and raising his disguise expertise from 0 to the current "Man of a Thousand Faces" level.

Among the new abilities, the most incredible is "biomimicry"—by controlling his facial muscles and bones, he can transform himself into a completely unfamiliar person.

However, this ability has limitations: it can only change facial features, not body shape, and it is impossible to change gender.

Even so, that was enough for him to get into prison.

With the help of Harold's falsified data, he managed to get himself assigned to the same cell as Chief Griffin in the shortest possible time.

Retracting his attention from his mind, Luo Xia's gaze swept over the rows of tightly locked prison cells outside the prison gates.

His original plan was simple: protect the director's safety in prison for a few days, and once Harold outside had dealt with things in Washington, the director could be cleared of charges and walk out of prison with dignity in just two or three days.

When the time comes, I can just find a couple of guns and fight my way out of this prison. Oh right, I don't even need to look for them; I have plenty of "good stuff" in my [Tyrant Space].

He is no longer the rookie who needed to plan carefully and rely on explosions to escape from prison just six months ago.

Want to leave? You can leave anytime.

He was confident that with just this one prison, no one could stop him.

But once he actually entered the prison, Rorschach immediately changed his mind.

The reason was simple. He discovered that there wasn't a single ordinary prisoner here, and almost every prisoner had a thick, blood-red mist floating above their heads.

The entire prison holds more than two thousand such serious offenders!

How could he bear to leave such a treasure trove without reaping huge profits?

"prison."

Luo Xia clicked his tongue meaningfully.

He suddenly realized that prisons were truly wonderful places, especially private prisons like these that specifically house serious offenders. Right, he'd heard Anna mention that the CIA had an even larger, clandestine prison overseas, specifically for holding agents, assassins, and political prisoners from various countries.
That sounds like a good place to go.
As his thoughts drifted away, Luo Xia also felt a little tired and slowly closed his eyes, drifting into a light sleep.

The next morning.

Old Griffin was startled awake by the sound of running water and abruptly sat up.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Xia's back standing in front of the toilet.

"Awake?" Rorschach asked without turning his head.

"Um"

Old Griffin wiped the cold sweat from his brow and sighed softly, "I haven't had a full night's sleep in days. Now that you're here, I can finally relax. But kid..."

He paused, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again, his tone heavy: "This time I've dragged you down, but I know your capabilities. If you can get in, you must have a way to get out. Your identity is special, unlike mine. You should hurry up and figure out how to leave this place of trouble first, and don't worry about me for now."

"Wotfa?" Upon hearing this, Luo Xia turned his head speechlessly and glanced at the old man.

They came in voluntarily, so how can you say they've implicated them?
Moreover, judging from these words, the bureau chief seemed to have already resolved to die and had no intention of leaving at all.

But as soon as he turned his head, he heard old Griffin shout in shock:

"What a gift! You are...you are Rorschach?!" The chief stared wide-eyed at the man in front of him in disbelief.

It's no wonder he was so shocked, because the guy standing in front of the toilet, although he had the same voice and build as Luo Xia, looked completely different.

Just like Anthony Perkins in the movie "Psycho" and Andrew Garfield in "The Social Network," although their facial features are somewhat similar, it is still obvious that they are not the same person at all.

"Were you stung by a wasp or did you break a bone? You were perfectly fine before you went to bed last night," old Griffin asked, bewildered.

"Don't be afraid, old man, this is... well, how should I put it, you can think of it as a kind of high technology."

Luo Xia casually made up a story, "With this technology, my facial muscles and contours can be temporarily altered for a few days, which is why I was able to sneak into this prison without anyone noticing."

"."

Old Griffin still looked suspicious. He deliberately stepped forward and vigorously rubbed Rorschach's face with his two sweaty hands. After confirming that he wasn't wearing any mask, he shook his head in shock and said:

"Fuck, no wonder those prison guards didn't react at all when they brought you here last night. I thought you had bribed them."

Luo Xia shrugged and pulled the old man to sit on the edge of the bed.

Last night, when he first entered the cell, before we could even chat for a few minutes, the director fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from the past few days.

Now, before the morning exercise time begins, he wants to ask about some things first.

"Chief, what were you doing in Florida the other day?" Rorschach asked seriously.

Old Griffin paused slightly, looked deeply at Rorschach, and slowly shook his head, saying, "No."

He said earnestly, “I didn’t do anything. I went there purely for travel. You know, Chicago has a deep-water port, but no coastline or beaches. I’ve always been afraid of the cold, so after retiring, I wanted to go to Florida to lie on the beach and sunbathe.”

"Do you think I'd believe such nonsense?"

Rorschach frowned in displeasure. "I can imagine that you must have discovered some big shot's secret in Florida, and that person is now retaliating against you, which is why you've ended up in this situation. You're being so vague because you're worried about me getting involved, right?"

"Hey kid, since you already know, then don't ask. Believe me, what I encountered in Florida was darker than you can imagine."

Griffin patted Rorschach on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I'm already this old, and even if I die, I've lived enough. But you're still young. Knowing more won't really do you any good."

Rorschach chuckled to himself.

He understood the bureau chief's concern, but had this old man mistaken him for someone else?
"I skinned and tortured the previous Speaker of the House to death, I blew up the former Mayor of New York and a host of judicial officials, I destroyed the Statue of Liberty in public, and not long ago I also broadcast the torture and murder of capitalists live across the United States, while simultaneously sending off the current and former mayors of New York."

Rorschach spread his hands. "Old man, do you want to see who this man in front of you is? I'm a terrorist wanted globally by the federal government, with a bounty of one hundred million US dollars!"

“One hundred and forty million,” old Griffin suddenly said.

"It's gone up again?"

"It just went up a few days ago; I saw the news in Florida."

"Shit, that number isn't very auspicious."

Rorschach muttered something, then nudged old Griffin's shoulder. "So now you think there's any need to hide it from me? Even if you didn't tell me, I'd already be number one on the federal wanted list. There's an old saying in the East: 'When you have a lot of lice, you're not afraid of itching,' which perfectly describes me right now."

After he finished speaking, old Griffin was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly and slowly recounted his experiences over the past few days.

Half an hour later.

All cell doors opened automatically when it was time for breakfast and exercise.

Rorschach's face was terribly gloomy.

Anyone who hears Griffin's horrifying account of the island's history would likely be horrified.

Not to mention Rorschach, who possesses the "Judgment System" and has zero tolerance for evil.

"Once I get out of here, I'll go there."

On their way to the cafeteria, the two moved silently with the flow of people.

Only after getting his food and sitting down did Luo Xia speak, word by word.

Griffin sensed the chilling killing intent in the words, but felt no sense of relief whatsoever.

Although Rorschach's attitude towards criminals was always the quality he admired most, and he completely trusted Rorschach's abilities, the images of those armored vehicles and armed helicopters on that island were still etched in his mind.

To completely destroy that island, it would be impossible to do it alone; it would probably require an entire Marine Corps unit.

"Let's eat first."

Griffin mechanically stirred the oatmeal, his voice hoarse: "They won't let me live in this prison for long. From the moment I entered this prison, I was already the prey."

"With me here, no one can hurt you. And..."

Luo Xia's gaze swept over the menacing prisoners around him, a cruel smile creeping across his face: "You know what, Chief. Actually, this place feels like home to me."

"."

--------

Washington.

The Speaker's Office in the Capitol Building.

Underwood listened to the president's voice on the phone. Although his expression was full of impatience, his words were still very respectful, as humble and obedient as a loyal servant.

As soon as the call ended, his eyes turned cold.

The last live confrontation with terrorists subjected our leader of the free world to considerable scrutiny, and now they are actively trying to salvage their image by using a healthcare bill to rebuild their prestige and standing among the public.

Underwood sneered, and just as he was about to go out for some fresh air, a window suddenly popped up on his computer.

An anonymous email is downloading automatically.
(End of this chapter)