007, The Tramp and the Sportswear Gang (Please collect and recommend)

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset enveloped the entire New York.

Rorschach had a stern face and wore a black peaked cap.

Carrying a gray shoulder bag, he stepped out of the apartment door.

A few minutes ago, my aunt reluctantly fell asleep with a little fear.

Before going to bed, her aunt warned Rorschach again.

Let him clean up the messy restaurant and put up a closure notice.

Rorschach is very obedient.

At this moment, he was on his way back to the restaurant.

It's just that it's in Rorschach's shoulder bag.

There was an extra dark Catachan saber.

Teenage Rorschach can endure any threat.

For example, among the distant stars, Thanos is eyeing him.

For example, Ultron, who has not yet been created, is trying to destroy humanity.

But the premise of everything is that the aunt was not harmed in any way!

otherwise……

Fight until death!

Moreover, I have learned a lot over the years.

It's enough for Rorschach, who is completely disappointed with the higher-ups who maintain order in the city.

Justice is good too.

Whatever is fair.

Only rely on your own hands

Get it back!

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When Rorschach arrives at the restaurant.

The forensics officers promised by the Manhattan District Bureau still have not arrived.

Maybe it won't come at all.

After all, there was no loss of life in one case.

There were no robberies in Chinatown that sparked a public outcry.

The final destination is to become archive materials in the Manhattan District Bureau and become history.

Rorschach skillfully rolled up his sleeves and began to pick up the rubbish on the ground.

Keep what is still usable to reduce losses.

Throw away whatever is not used and count it as a loss.

However, it didn't take long.

Rorschach accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure wandering back and forth outside the restaurant door.

He was a blond tramp with shabby clothes and a stooped back.

Rorschach stopped cleaning up.

He walked directly to the door and said:

"Friend, the restaurant will be closed during these days. You should go to the church to find some food first."

Before he finished speaking, the unshaven blond homeless man stopped.

He glanced at Rorschach timidly, his eyes flickering.

Then he seemed to gather his courage.

He raised his head and stammered:

"I, I didn't come here for the food... When the robbery happened, I... I was sleeping on the street, and I saw the group of robbers!"

"They all wore red sportswear, and their shouting accents didn't sound like native New Yorkers... they seemed to be Slavs!"

After listening to the tramp's words, Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured:

"Red tracksuits? Slavs...are they the tracksuit gang?"

The Tracksuit Gang is a criminal gang operating in New York City and surrounding cities.

Most of the key personnel inside are Slavs.

Rorschach's thoughts were spinning rapidly.

He pondered for a moment, then reached into his pocket and took out a roll of cash.

Rorschach took out a few twenty-denomination bills and stuffed them into the homeless man's jacket pocket.

"Friend, thank you for the information. This is your reward."

However, something beyond Rorschach's imagination happened.

The blond tramp in front of him suddenly turned red. He picked up the banknotes in his pocket with trembling fingers and tried to return them to Rorschach.

"I'm not here for the money!"

"You and your aunt are both good people! I'm so happy to be able to eat your food...it makes me feel like I'm still alive, and just living has meaning!"

The blond tramp's eyes seemed to be filled with tears and he was overcome with emotion.

At the same time, he accidentally exposed the inflamed and ulcerated pinholes on his arms.

He is an addict.

Rorschach noticed this keenly, but he did not take back the money given to the other party.

Rorschach sighed and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

"My name is Robert Reynolds." The blond tramp hesitated and announced his name.

At the same time, he took back the money and stopped insisting on his opinion.

"Robert?"

Rorschach always felt that this name sounded familiar.

But he soon forgot about it.

Now, he has more important things to solve.

Tracksuit gangsters, Slavs…

Eugene Paul?

Eugene is a typical Slavic surname...

At this moment, Rorschach squinted his eyes, and a clearly visible clue appeared in his mind.

After Rorschach exchanged a few words with Robert again, he casually sent him away.

Turn around and close the door and lock it.

Rorschach rode his beloved bicycle.

All the way west.

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Manhattan Apartments, 403.

A depressed Eugene Paul slumped on the sofa, with a plastic neck brace fixed around his neck.

Even if the doctor repeatedly advises, abstaining from alcohol and smoking during treatment can speed up the recovery of the body.

But obviously, Eugene is not a patient who likes to be obeyed.

Eugene drank his beer cautiously, occasionally tilting his eyes and scrolling through his mobile phone to pass the time.

He tried to relieve his physical pain.

and psychological frustration.

He is Eugene, a physically strong bully who has been in high school for many years.

He was beaten up severely by an inconspicuous takeaway boy!

This incident simply made him a laughing stock among his friends.

Losing face!

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey"

Eugene, who was getting increasingly irritated, threw down his phone and closed his eyes, trying to relieve the depression in his heart.

Dong dong dong——

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Eugene's meditation.

Eugene opened his eyes angrily and shouted loudly:

"Who is it?"

No one responded outside the door, only after a brief pause.

There was another knock on the door.

Dong dong dong——

"Let me know who you are and you'll be dead!"

Swearing, Eugene stood up from the sofa stiffly.

Holding one hand on his neck, he walked towards the door.

And just when he grabbed the door handle and turned the switch.

Bang——

With a loud noise, the wooden door in front of Eugene suddenly bounced open and opened with a bang!

In an instant, the entire wooden door was packed with huge driving force and hit Eugene's chest hard.

"ah!"

As screams resounded throughout the room, Eugene's tall body suddenly fell to the floor.

"Hello Eugene!"

Footsteps sounded slowly.

Rorschach, wearing a peaked cap, appeared in front of the door with a smile on his face.

"who!"

Eugene endured the severe pain and tried to support his body, trying to see the attacker clearly.

However, when he finally saw the figure in front of him, his eyes widened.

Shouts full of panic, like screaming chickens, came and went.

"Don't come over -"

Rorschach said nothing and continued to step forward.

At this moment, the muscular Eugene was like a caterpillar, squirming desperately on the floor.

After a few minutes, Eugene could no longer endure the physical pain. He lay on the ground with a distorted expression and completely gave up resistance.

In an instant, Eugene's vision was blurred by tears.

His whole body seemed to be in a state of collapse.

"Rorschach, please spare my life... In New York City, murder is a first-degree felony..."

"Woooo..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't bully my classmates... I shouldn't bully others"

"Woo, I was wrong."

Rorschach, who kept smiling, squatted in front of Eugene.

He looked down at the other person with cold eyes.

"I ask, you answer..."

"clear?"

Eugene, who was in tears, nodded quickly:

"understand!"