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

Chapter 197 Rorschach has attacked?!
"Do you know how many ordinary people are in a judicial department besides those politicians you despise?"

"All 327 people were evacuated that day. I calculated the explosive yield, and not even a single piece of glass shattered on the sidewalk."

"That's not the point! What do you think you're doing? Acting on behalf of Heaven?"

“I am doing what you should be doing but haven’t. When the powerful treat the law like a toy, procedural justice is a joke.”

"So you're going to be the judge, the jury, and the executioner all by yourself? Do you know what that's called? Terrorism."

"No, this is called asymmetric warfare. When a system is rotten to the core, following the rules is just helping them maintain corruption."

"You know this is war? War means the death of innocent people! So you're going to retaliate with the blood of even more innocent people? What about the civilians who died in your acts of terror?"

"Civilians? Back in Chicago, when we raided a gang and accidentally killed a mother and daughter, did the court ever give them justice?"

“At least we follow proper procedures! Instead of what you did—”

"Procedure? Ha! You really think those old men sitting in the Supreme Court care about the truth? They only care about which side gives more political donations."

"Then how are you any different from those corrupt politicians? You'll stop at nothing to achieve your goals?"

"The difference is that at least I made those scum pay the price. Your 'due process' is just buying time for the powerful to destroy evidence."

"You're insane. Utterly insane."

"No, Chief, it's the system that's crazy. I just refuse to keep pretending to be asleep."

"Even if what you're saying is true, this method will only create more hatred. Do you know what kind of person you are right now? A madman!"

“I’ve already told you, Director, this world went mad first. You’d rather have a white lie to cover up the truth than face the bloody reality.”

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Although Rorschach's voice was not loud in the cell, it echoed clearly in Chief Griffin's ears.

The old man sat on the edge of the bed, his lips trembling several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to tell Rorschach that revenge only invites more revenge, and that revenge only leads to more revenge; or to convince him that the country had other political parties besides the ruling Donald Party.

Perhaps things will be different once the Elephant Party comes to power?
But old Griffin knew in his heart that this was nothing but a self-deceiving lie.

Compared to the true villains of the Elephant Party, the Donkey Party, though hypocritical, at least manages to cover its actions with a veil of pretense and wave a respectable banner.

If the Elephant Party had been in power, upon learning of the cabinet scandal, the authorities would have already dispatched a large number of armed forces to Chicago to suppress them, and would not have given Rorschach the opportunity to go to trial and imprisonment.

And such an ending would have been no different for him.

Old Griffin took a deep drag on his cigar, chuckled in the rising smoke, and nodded, saying, "Well, Rorschach, now that I think about it, I really didn't have the right to criticize you."

"Hmm?" Luo Xia, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the upper bunk, opened them and glanced at the bald figure below.

The police chief chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I've spent almost my entire life fighting crime. In my youth, I fought against dictatorial warlords on the battlefield, bringing freedom to the people of the Middle East; as a policeman, I arrested countless economic criminals. Do you know how much fraudulent money I recovered for the people of Chicago when I was on the front lines? Sixteen billion! A full sixteen billion dollars! During my time as chief, I lowered the city's crime rate by at least ten percentage points! But now…"

He looked up at Rorschach and said with a wry smile, "Now I'm the criminal who murdered immigrants, locked up in jail, just like those prisoners I sent here before."

After saying that, old Griffin leaned back weakly, his face full of bitterness.

"Just consider what I said earlier as the last rant of an old soldier who has dedicated most of his life to this country. Don't take it seriously, kid."

"Don't worry, from the moment you said 'give freedom to the Middle East,' I've been taking it all as bullshit."

"Hahaha, you little rascal!"

Old Griffin smiled and shook his head, then silently stared at the ceiling, completely unaware that the cigar butt was burning his fingers.

Seeing him like this, Luo Xia felt a little uncomfortable.

From the first time they met at his mother's funeral, Chief Griffin always appeared spirited and high-spirited. No matter what happened, even when the police department was infiltrated by corrupt cops and faced an impeachment crisis, he never showed any signs of dejection.

The bureau chief now seems to have aged more than ten years overnight, and all his energy and spirit have vanished.

This old guy's spirits have completely collapsed.

Rorschach couldn't find any words of comfort for a moment.

After all, whether it was him, or Harold, Clyde, and others, their emotional changes were completely opposite to those of the director.

Upon confirming that the enemy was the entire corrupt federal system, they were instead filled with an unprecedented passion, a sense of excitement far exceeding any moment Rorschach had experienced as a policeman or soldier.

Unlike the old bureau chief, who had lost all fighting spirit and simply resigned himself to his fate, he was completely different.

etc--

Rorschach suddenly woke up.

So, does that mean I was born to be a terrorist?
Thinking about it now, it seems that's really true.

Whether serving in the military or working as a police officer, the total Justice Points gained through the Eye of Judgment are less than a fraction of what they were in the past six months.

"Um"

Rorschach fell into deep thought.

At that moment, he felt as if he had taken a detour for more than ten years.

"boom--"

The cell door suddenly opened.

Two prison guards stood at the door, coldly surveyed the room, and then pointed their rubber batons at the chief: "You, come out."

Old Griffin frowned, looked up at Rorschach, and remained silent.

The prison guard sneered, "Don't be afraid, old man. This isn't 'special treatment.' Our warden wants to see you."

Hennessy?
The image of the woman who always wore a white suit flashed through Old Griffin's mind, and without much hesitation, he got up and went out.

The cell door slammed shut.

Luo Xia watched the three figures disappear into the distance through the iron bars, his eyes flickering slightly, but he did not stop them.

As the warden, he has many ways to kill prisoners; there's no need to specifically call him to his office. He probably has something to ask, or perhaps he has ulterior motives?
The facts were just as he expected.

A dozen minutes later, when the director returned, his face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"What's wrong?" After the prison guard left, Luo Xia deliberately raised an eyebrow and teased, "Could it be that that old woman has taken a liking to you, and you're willing to die rather than submit?"

"Well, that would be great," the director replied listlessly. "Although Hennessy is over fifty, she's maintained a good figure and her face hasn't sagged."

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Rorschach looked at the old man in shock.

Fortunately, old Griffin wasn't really interested in that woman. He then said helplessly, "Hennessy wants me to participate in the Death Race live broadcast the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Luo Xia jumped down from the top bunk, looking at the bureau chief seriously: "You agreed?"

“I have no right to refuse,” old Griffin said, frowning. “That woman threatened that if I didn’t participate, she would not only put me in solitary confinement and send dozens of black men to entertain me, but she would also take my daughter, who is a professor in the East, hostage to blackmail her.”

"Ha, just ignore the rest of the paragraph. As for the beginning..."

Luo Xia sized up the bureau chief—over six feet tall, with a beer belly, but a strong build, especially his arms, which were thicker than his own.
But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like someone who can "serve" dozens of black men.

"Have you ever raced cars?" Rorschach asked.

"I drove an M1 Abrams main battle tank and an M93A1 armored vehicle when I was young, but not a race car," Old Griffin shook his head.

"Isn't that the end of the world?" Luo Xia deliberately tried to scare him. "You know me, my driving skills are terrible. I even bump into things while driving a pickup truck. I can't help you."

However, the bureau chief was even more ruthless than Luo Xia had imagined.

The old man glanced at the cell door and lowered his voice menacingly, saying, "Hennessy will definitely be there on the day of the live broadcast. I'll just point the car at her! If I can't kill that bitch by ramming her, I'll smash her to pieces with the machine gun in the car! Damn it, how dare she threaten me with my family!"

What Rorschach didn't know was that from the moment he stepped into this prison, old Griffin never intended to leave alive.

He was afraid of dying a pathetic death, and given his personality, he would have to take a few people down with him to be satisfied.

And the warden of this notorious prison was the perfect candidate to be buried with him.

Hearing the bureau chief's fierce tone, Luo Xia smiled and shook his head, then stood in front of the cell door.

He believed that among the participants in the Death Race, there was definitely more than one who shared the same thoughts as the director.

But the fact that Hennessy has been running this competition for so many years, and is not only alive and well but has also become a multi-millionaire, speaks volumes—that old hag isn't so easy to kill.

But it doesn't matter. He could skin and torture the last, even more difficult old hag, to death. Since this one dared to offend him and the bureau chief, she has already met her demise.

The next second, a pistol suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Bang bang bang-!"

Several gunshots rang out, and the chains on the prison gate snapped.

Under the incredulous gaze of the bureau chief, Luo Xia directly opened the iron gate and stepped into the corridor.

The gunshot instantly drew the attention of all the prison guards. They stared in shock at Rorschach, who was toying with a large-caliber pistol and smiling at them.

"Logan Goodman!"

A prison guard raised his riot shield in the distance, blocking the view, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get your gun?!"

"I picked it up from the machine repair station outside. There are machine guns and flamethrowers there, is it that hard to get a pistol?" Luo Xia replied casually.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells instantly became agitated, frantically pounding on the iron bars and roaring at Rorschach with ferocious expressions:
"Kill these pimps! Kill them all!"

"Do you know how to use a gun, pretty boy? Hurry up and do it!"

"This prison has no shortage of guns. Before the guards get reinforcements, let's kill a few of them!"

"."

Hearing the shouts rising and falling all around, the newly arrived prison guards frowned, and a large number of them rushed to the armory to retrieve submachine guns to suppress the crowd.

But soon, something unexpected happened.

Gunshots rang out again, but the bullets struck precisely the prisoners who had been shouting the loudest.

Every shot hit right between the eyebrows, leaving only splattered blood!
"I hate it when someone interrupts me when I'm speaking."

Rorschach coldly surveyed the group of prisoners.

The prisoners, who had been shouting just a moment ago, fell silent as soon as they met Luo Xia's cold, piercing gaze.

Whether it was the numerous decapitation strikes behind enemy lines during the war years, the major cases he handled as a police officer, or the killings he has endured in the past six months, these are all part of his career.

Unbeknownst to him, Rorschach had already cultivated a chilling aura that ordinary people could not meet his gaze without him making any attempt to conceal it.

Then, Rorschach began to walk step by step toward the prison guards in front of the gate.

"I advise you not to act recklessly, this is the End Island!" the leading prison guard shouted fiercely.

However, Rorschach not only did not point his gun at them, but instead unloaded all the bullets in front of them and calmly said, "I want to see your warden."

"Impossible! Why would the warden see an arrogant fool like you? Who do you think you are!"

Rorschach smiled as he listened to the prison guard's words.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the muscles in his face twitched and twisted, eventually transforming into another face!

A face that was similar to the previous one, yet clearly different!

The next second, all the prison guards stared in horror as they saw Luo Xia's true face.

"Rolo Rorschach?!"

"Fuck! It's that terrorist!"

"Damn it! Quickly notify the warden, Rorschach has broken in!"

"Our prison is his new target! Damn it! That madman!"

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The prison guards, who had initially remained calm despite their shock, were now all retreating in fear, their guns trembling unsteadily.

It was simply because the man before them had such a fearsome reputation that he inspired terror in everyone.

But just then, the walkie-talkies on their waists suddenly rang.

Warden Hennessy's voice came through, ordering them all to put down their guns and then take Rorschach to see her.

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Inside the office.

With his hands and feet shackled, Rorschach was surrounded by more than a dozen fully armed prison guards, each on high alert, all pointing their guns at him.

But Rorschach, surrounded in the middle, sat calmly in his chair, watching the woman behind the desk with a smile on his face.

Hennessy, the warden of Termination Island prison.

The woman stared blankly at the man before her.

Even though they were more than ten meters apart, with Rorschach still in shackles and more than a dozen guns pointed at her vitals, she still felt uneasy.

"you"

"There's no need to waste time with nonsense."

Rorschach interrupted in a deep voice, "I'm going to replace Griffin in the Death Race. Let that old man rest. He's sixty years old, and you're the only bitch who would come up with something like that."

Just as Hennessy was about to get angry, Rorschach quickly added, "My reputation is much bigger than Griffin's, and it can attract more wealthy people to watch the live betting. If you're not stupid, you'll know which one to choose."

Hennessy gazed silently at Rorschach.

She certainly understood the sensation that letting Rorschach compete would cause.

Although he had thoroughly offended the U.S. federal government, the oil tycoons in the Arab world regarded him as a hero.

If they knew Rorschach was participating, her betting odds would definitely break records.

But how exactly did this terrorist manage to sneak into her prison without anyone noticing?!
“I saw the surveillance footage.” Hennessy didn’t answer directly, but instead asked, “Your face looked completely different a few minutes ago.”

"Just some CIA tricks, some chemical agents that alter facial muscles. What the CIA has, I have too," Rorschach replied casually, as if it were nothing to mention.

Hennessy's expression changed slightly.

While the idea of ​​using chemical agents to alter facial muscles may sound far-fetched, she genuinely had no idea how much advanced technology was inside the CIA.

"How did you bring the gun in?" she pressed.

I found it while I was out for exercise.

"Rorschach, I don't have time to waste on your nonsense!" Hennessy snapped. "Do you know you can hand you over to the federal government right now?"

"You can try, but I can't guarantee what else I found besides the gun."

Rorschach looked at the old woman with a half-smile, "Like bombs or something."

"you!!!"

Hennessy abruptly stood up and pointed at Rorschach, but then heard him continue calmly, "If you've read the news, you'll know I'm not alone—I have a whole team. Guess where they are now?"

Hennessy swallowed hard.

She lowered her eyes, her voice low: "I don't understand. If you wanted to threaten me into disqualifying Griffin, you have already done so. But why did you insist on participating yourself?"

Luo Xia shrugged: "My driving skills aren't very good. I've heard that the drivers here are all elites, so I'm here to learn and improve my skills."

After saying that, he ignored the crowd watching him closely and walked straight out of the office.

The prison guards looked at Hennessy, and seeing her wave her hand in tacit agreement, they didn't dare to stop her. They simply followed behind with their guns raised, the muzzles always pointed at Rorschach's back, monitoring this dangerous individual as he returned to his cell.

In the office, Hennessy remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

To be honest, she didn't really care what Luo Xia was planning.

After all, as long as the news is released half an hour before the live race, the death race with Rorschach participating will definitely attract the attention of the world's elite, and she will make a fortune!

Even better, she would notify the federal government immediately before the match began: Rorschach Butcher was in her hands!

The 140 million bounty will also be hers!
The reason for waiting until the day of the competition to notify her was simply because she was worried that the federal government would send people to arrest her immediately after learning the news, which would affect her competition schedule.

Although doing this will certainly lead to federal accountability, who cares?

She'll earn at least several hundred million by then, and with that money, she can easily go to Europe to enjoy her retirement!
at the same time.

Just as the old woman was immersed in her dream of getting rich, Luo Xia, returning to his cell, passed by the machine repair warehouse on the first floor and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure lying under a car, repairing it with a wrench.

"Dominic."

Luo Xia recalled the information about this person in the police file, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

As the leader of a West Coast biker gang, it shouldn't be a problem for him to have a skill like "Vehicle Mastery," right?

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In a small town thousands of miles away from the End Island.

Barney, the burly man who had escorted Director Griffin to the plane, walked into a church with a stern expression.

He looked at the priest who had his back to him, raised his head, and said in a deep voice:

"I need the support of my brothers for Christmas."

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(End of this chapter)