009, Midnight Shadow
There are countless bars and nightclubs in Brooklyn. Google search and read
But there is only one that is the most famous.
Blueberry Nightclub.
There are students who go out for entertainment, and white-collar workers who indulge after get off work.
There are rich white people who are looking for a romantic encounter, and people of all colors who sell happiness.
As long as you dare to think and make any demands.
You can find it from the Blueberry Nightclub and satisfy it.
Of course, this is not a free service, and it is even more expensive.
It is approaching midnight.
Drunk Sergei rushed out of the back door of the nightclub and staggered into the dimly lit alley.
This is an escape route that only regular customers are allowed to use.
It is usually used to avoid enemies or the police.
And Sergei has just become a junior member of this nightclub.
He barely has the qualifications to try it out.
Although the nightclub manager only agreed because of Sergei's cousin's face.
But Sergei didn't dislike it, and was even quite happy.
Because today, with his own efforts.
He helped his cousin solve a wish.
And got a generous reward by the way!
I, Sergey, am a rising gang star in New York City!
"Hehe"
At this moment, Sergey, who was full of confidence, couldn't help but smile foolishly.
Then, he subconsciously recalled the smooth touch he had just felt.
The women in the Blueberry Nightclub, no matter their figure or appearance, are all top-notch goods!
Unfortunately, the beauties in the store are forbidden to exchange contact information with guests.
They are not even allowed to leave the nightclub.
Only higher-level nightclub members can stay overnight if they accept private invitations
So, Sergey planned to contact a familiar technician to see if he could continue his struggle tonight.
However, the drunken Sergey didn't notice.
In the shadow behind him.
A red headscarf.
The terrifying figure with the whole face covered by black and green oil paint is slowly emerging!
That was the long-awaited Rorschach!
The silent Rorschach did not give Sergey any chance to resist.
He stepped hard on the ground, and the whole person came behind Sergey in the blink of an eye!
Veins on his arms popped up one after another, and Rorschach's arm was wrapped around Sergei's neck!
"Ugh——"
Sergei, who was suddenly attacked, 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 was useless.
Just a few seconds later, Sergei rolled his eyes.
His body gradually became limp and powerless, and he was about to suffocate to death!
Rorschach, with cold eyes, relaxed his arms slightly.
To prevent the other party from dying in the alley.
The place was wrong, and the time was not right.
There were some things that Sergei needed to explain clearly!
Then, Rorschach suddenly bent down and carried Sergei's heavy body.
He turned around and left quickly, disappearing deep into the deserted alley.
This place was too close to the nightclub.
It was not a suitable place for interrogation.
Before that, Rorschach had already found a good place for "talking".
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Bang——
Sergei's heavy body was like a broken sack, thrown to the ground by Rorschach, splashing countless dust.
This is an abandoned property with no owner.
Far away from the street, the nearest residents are also 200 meters away.
Rorschach can do anything without worry.
Perhaps because of Rorschach's rough action, Sergei, who was in a coma, gradually woke up.
"Ah——"
He groaned in pain and wanted to turn over on the ground.
But Rorschach, who was standing beside him, suddenly raised his foot and stepped on his messy blond head.
"Sergei Petrov Jr."
Rorschach asked knowingly.
However, Sergei, who was dizzy, did not 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 sneered.
The other foot in military boots was raised high and suddenly fell down!
Crack!
Accompanied by a crisp sound of fracture.
One of Sergei's arms was like dry firewood, breaking easily!
"Ah——"
Sergei's miserable cry just came out.
He was blocked by Rorschach's shoe sole and suffocated directly in his mouth.
At this moment, Sergei, with blue veins on his neck, was like a dying fish.
As he trembled all over, countless sweat soaked his thin clothes.
I don't know how long it took, I felt the strength of the struggle under my feet weakened.
Rorschach continued to ask with cold eyes:
"I will only ask once, who proposed the goal of robbing the 'Delicious' Chinese restaurant?"
After Rorschach asked, he moved the sole of his shoe that was stepping on Sergei's mouth.
Sergei was now in a very embarrassed state, no longer as rebellious as before.
He kept bleeding from his mouth, flowing along the corners of his mouth to the ground.
Sergei raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to be full of resentment, which disappeared in a flash.
But he still said incoherently:
"I was the one who brought it up first."
"Why? There might not be enough cash in the restaurant. If you go to the supermarket next door, wouldn't you be able to rob more cash? Is it because there is no risk in that restaurant?"
Rorschach stared at Sergei expressionlessly.
When Sergei heard Rorschach's question, there was some hesitation in his eyebrows.
But soon, he made the decision to confess everything.
Because Rorschach once again stepped on his severed hand.
"I say! I say anything!"
"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 suddenly asked, squinting his eyes.
"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, close to the East River, there is a place called Warehouse 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?"
Sergey, who was feeling lucky, subconsciously raised his head.
Pfft——
A giant 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."
