012, Underground Warfare! Hey! Underground Warfare!
Bang bang bang!
Rorschach, who was in a hurry, suddenly clapped his palms and made a crisp sound.
After making sure you have captured the attention of all the children.
Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and asked vividly:
"Children, do you miss your parents? Do you want to go home?"
"think!"
"In no mood!"
"What is thinking?"
A total of eleven little heads raised their necks.
The crystal clear eyes on the dirty little faces kept blinking.
For a moment, the children seemed to have forgotten the little game of spinning around Rorschach.
Luo Xia raised his eyebrows, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:
"You are all obedient and good children, that's why Uncle Red Turban came to save you... Now, the fat and white police officers are on their way here, and they are carrying a lot of chocolate cakes in their police cars!"
"However, only the most obedient and good children can be allowed to eat chocolate cake...Are you good children?"
In an instant, the children with endless longing in their eyes shook their little heads.
A person who is chatty but clumsy in speech means that he will be obedient.
Rorschach raised his hand and pointed to the warehouse door, and said with a smile:
"Uncle still has some things to do, so now everyone go to the door and wait for me, okay? Remember not to leave without permission, otherwise there will be no chocolate cake... Do you understand?"
"clear!"
"Chocolate! Chocolate!"
The children answered in unison, their little faces full of joy for sweets.
Before Rorschach could speak, he gave instructions.
I saw the children taking the initiative to hold each other's little hands.
They lined up obediently and walked towards the warehouse door with small steps.
"call--"
Standing there, Rorschach looked at the children's excited backs and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Dealing with children is much more difficult than dealing with gang members.
Rorschach quickly turned around and ran towards the location where the battle had just occurred.
laugh!
Rorschach, expressionless, drew out a long and narrow giant saber.
Swing the blade and shake off the blood.
Then, he easily pulled out all the nails on the body and head, and stuffed them into his pockets.
Rorschach brand homemade blow dart, a necessary tool for killing people and silencing them.
There was also a body that had been strangled, so there was nothing to clean up.
Rorschach frowned and thought for a moment.
After confirming that nothing was missing, he walked to the table not far away.
Under bright lights, stacks of cash bills stand out and are attractive.
Rorschach didn't hesitate at all.
He grabbed the black duffel bag that was thrown on the table and started packing.
Just think of it as the travel expenses reimbursed by the gang.
After all, even riding his bike to Brooklyn was a physically demanding job.
A few minutes later.
Rorschach held a bulging one million banknotes and took out Sergey's mobile phone.
He first searched a few numbers on the Internet and then dialed.
"Hello, this is the New York Times..."
"In Warehouse 10 near the Brooklyn Bridge, there are many missing children kidnapped by sportswear gangs..."
Rorschach deliberately lowered his voice, his voice was hoarse and deep.
After getting the accurate answer, Rorschach immediately hung up the phone.
Then, he made anonymous reporting calls to famous media outlets such as the Daily Bugle and the New York Post.
On the last call, Rorschach contacted the police.
Then, Rorschach picked up the heavy duffel bag and walked out.
The reason why Rorschach carried out such a complicated operation was because he did not trust the New York Police Department at all.
There must be high-level officials and shady police officers colluding with criminal organizations.
So, he borrowed the power of the media.
Let the people who are coerced by the breaking news deal with the New York police.
In this way, the children standing in the spotlight also have an extra layer of protection.
Prevent gangsters from jumping over the wall.
Wow!
Rorschach once again received enthusiastic cheers from the children when he opened the iron door of the warehouse.
Perhaps most of the enthusiasm was due to the chocolate cake.
However, when the tired Rorschach glanced at the innocent smiling faces and sincere eyes of the children.
The slightest worry in my heart disappeared with the wind.
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It's four o'clock in the morning in Brooklyn, and the sky is overcast.
A heavy rain that has been brewing for a long time is coming.
In the shadow of a bush five hundred meters away from Warehouse No. 10.
Rorschach felt relieved as he looked at the police cars with their lights flashing and rushing towards the warehouse.
He looked down at the half stone in his palm.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This is the reward given to him by the children.
Worthless, yet priceless.
Rorschach squinted his eyes and took one last look at the location of the warehouse.
Then he quickly stood up and escaped into the thick darkness.
Now, everything has nothing to do with him.
Red Hood retires.
Ordinary citizen Rorschach is back.
Not long ago, we were passing the Brooklyn Bridge.
The changed Rorschach left only the Catachan saber and the stone.
Everything else was thrown into the fast-flowing East River and disappeared without a trace.
Military boots, headscarves, bloody nails and steel pipes, as well as two borrowed mobile phones.
Originally, even the clothes and pants Rorschach wore should be thrown away.
But, because there is no preparation.
Rorschach, who didn't want to ride his bike naked, had to go home to deal with it.
At this time, the dark sky began to drip with fine raindrops.
Rorschach carried a shoulder bag.
The back seat was loaded with a heavy black luggage bag, and he rushed towards home.
After Rorschach carefully opened the door of the apartment and stepped into the living room.
The heavy rain fell outside the window.
The rapid raindrops kept hitting the glass, making crackling sounds.
"Hu——"
After a sleepless night, Rorschach, exhausted, completely relaxed.
At this moment, the door of my aunt's bedroom was closed.
It seemed that she had not woken up from her sleep yet.
Rorschach tiptoed through the dim living room.
He took the heavy luggage bag into the bedroom and hid it.
Then, he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Rorschach, who was drowsy after being washed by hot water.
He forced himself to soak his clothes in disinfectant.
The purpose of doing this.
To destroy the remaining blood stains on the clothes.
After finishing all this, Rorschach quickly returned to the bed.
As soon as his eyelids closed.
A slight snoring sound echoed in the bedroom with the sound of raindrops.
"...Reset!"
When Rorschach opened his eyes again.
The familiar sound of the calculator seemed to echo in his ears.
It was still pouring outside the window, washing away all the dirty things in the city.
Rorschach picked up his phone to check the time, 11:10 in the morning.
Finding that he had only slept for about six hours, Rorschach didn't want to get up at all.
He closed his eyes again, wanting to enjoy a nap in the rainy weather.
However, Rorschach lay in bed and tossed and turned for a long time.
The sleepiness that slipped away could not be returned anyway.
"..."
Rorschach suddenly opened his eyes.
He lay on the bed and turned on the simulator.
[Simulation starting——]
[Current identity: Catachan recruit. ]
[Do you want to come in this identity? If you refuse, you will come immediately. 】
Rorschach thought for a while with his eyes narrowed, and chose to refuse.
He now needs powerful firearms and equipment.
Or something more powerful...
For example, Astartes' twenty-one strengthening operations!
After all, with the emergence of simulator resources.
Rorschach himself must become stronger as soon as possible.
Only in this way can a positive cycle be formed.
Compared to robbing the warehouses of large arms companies.
The criminal organizations all over New York are obviously more suitable.
[You have landed in the Warhammer universe]
[Time: 40]
[Location: Storm Star Field·Krieg Planet]
[You set foot on the surface of the planet...]
[You don't have time to observe the surrounding environment, and the lethal radiation visible to the naked eye penetrates every cell in your body. ]
[You begin to feel dizzy and have difficulty breathing. ]
[You are on the verge of death. ]
