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When Rorschach returned home.

His aunt was still staring at the decoration of the restaurant.

He took out his shoulder bag and packed the Catachan saber and plasma pistol.

Rorschach changed into a set of clothes and military boots.

He took out a stack of banknotes from the bag under the bed and prepared to leave.

But before leaving, Rorschach sent a text message to his aunt.

He explained that he was going to do a "part-time job".

Before his aunt replied to the message.

He turned off his phone and threw it on the bed.

Rorschach walked out of the apartment and began to prepare.

Facing the backbone of an entire gang.

The proven killing skills and the powerful plasma pistol were enough to deal with it.

However, Rorschach still needed some auxiliary means.

To prevent them from escaping and dispersing.

So, when Rorschach purchased more and more things.

He had to buy a mountaineering backpack again as a container.

The purchase was over.

Rorschach walked on the street and suddenly felt hungry.

He looked around.

Found a roadside stand selling hot dogs.

Started eating like crazy.

In a short time, the stall owner's speed of making hot dogs could hardly keep up with Rorschach's speed of eating.

He ate fifteen hot dogs in a row.

Rorschach paid the bill under the stall owner's awe-inspiring expression.

Then, Rorschach turned to leave, but before he took a few steps.

A pleading voice suddenly came from behind:

"Excuse me, sir, can you please take a look at this missing person notice?"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look back.

"Mike?"

"Uh... Rorschach?"

The person standing in front of him turned out to be the apprentice and tool man of the delicious Chinese restaurant.

Black Mike.

Because Rorschach today is completely different from before.

So Mike didn't recognize him at first.

Until Rorschach spoke.

Mike gradually overlapped the Rorschach in his memory with the Rorschach in front of him.

"Oh my God... young people in puberty are simply a miracle of life."

Mike subconsciously exclaimed.

"Maybe, Mike, is there still no news about your brother?"

With a smile on his face, Rorschach took the flyer from Mike's hand and asked politely.

At the same time, he looked down at the flyer.

It seems that in order to reduce costs, the flyer was made very roughly.

There is only a black and white photo and contact information.

The photo shows a black boy with missing front teeth.

The left hand raised and the ear was born with a defective ear.

Maybe it's the defectiveness, or the bright smile on his face.

In short, the little boy is impressive at first glance.

"There is no news... It's like he evaporated from the face of the earth."

Mike's eyebrows were full of anxiety and haggardness.

He smiled bitterly and said:

"My mother is about to have a mental breakdown, so I have to stand up, but Jerry has been missing for so long..."

Mike didn't finish his words

But Rorschach also understood what he meant.

Rorschach nodded silently.

He folded the flyer a few times and stuffed it into the shoulder bag on his chest.

"Didn't you try to ask the media for help? You should have seen the recent big news, right? Now is a good time to let the media force the police to work hard."

"Why didn't you go? But all the media were surrounded by those parents who published missing person notices..."

Mike shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Those rich black and white people can go on the show to tell their warm stories, but for ordinary families like us from poor communities, many media can only publish a small missing person notice... It's better than nothing."

After listening to Mike's words.

Rorschach was speechless.

He pondered for a moment and took out a small stack of bills from his pocket.

That was the money left from shopping, 1,500 yuan.

Rorschach kept five bills alone.

He stuffed the remaining bills to Mike.

Mike opened his mouth in surprise, and his dark skin seemed to turn red.

He refused repeatedly: "No, no, no, Rorschach... this is too much!"

"Mike, take it, just consider it as an advance payment of salary." Rorschach smiled and said: "Aunt is still waiting for her tool apprentice to go back to work."

"Thank you!"

Mike's eyes seemed to be a little wet.

He choked but forced himself to hold it back.

"Thank you, I just don't know how to thank you..."

"Finding Jerry is the best thank you, don't say anything else..."

"After all, friends need to help each other, don't they?"

Rorschach answered seriously.

Seeing that Mike no longer refused and carefully put away the money.

Rorschach said hello to Mike.

Turned away.

Next, he still had an important 'part-time' job to do.

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Hell's Kitchen, Baby Mall.

As the third-generation leader of the sportswear gang.

Fat Boy Bobby is not only like a huge wild boar in physique.

Even his style of doing things is quite similar.

Greed is his eating instinct.

Brutality is his reproductive desire.

That's why he can control the entire gang.

At least, it was like that a few days ago.

Now, Fatty Bobby can only curl up his fat body in the dusty sofa.

He eats frantically with elegant movements.

He stares at the phone in front of him.

He has been waiting for a call.

A call from the king of the underground.

A call that can save his gang career.

A call that can save his life.

However, until the sweet tomato macaroni filled Fatty Bobby's huge stomach.

The phone still didn't ring.

Fatty Bobby gradually fell into despair and was in great pain.

He understood instantly.

The sportswear gang that once dominated New York has been abandoned.

The gang empire of the king of the underground.

He doesn't want to attract more attention from the public and the authorities.

The sportswear gang must disappear!

Both physically and mentally.

"Waste! All a bunch of waste!"

At this moment, the plump fat on Fatty Bobby's cheeks kept shaking.

Bang——

He threw the can of tomato macaroni on the ground with a hideous face.

Thick dust mixed with the red soup of macaroni.

It was like a pool of broken red internal organs.

"Damn underground king! Damn New York Police Department! Damn New York citizens!"

"I, Bobby, am the king of this city!"

"King of New York!"

As time passed.

Fat Bobby's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked crazy.

Even the fat all over his body was shaking violently.

He seemed to have a mental breakdown forced by the huge pressure of reality.

At this moment, Fat Bobby got up with difficulty.

He moved his legs and rushed out of the room in the mall like a wild boar.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heavy footsteps attracted the attention of the gangsters downstairs.

They raised their heads with different expressions and stared at Fat Bobby who appeared on the stairs of the mall.

"I declare that tonight... tonight we are going to give New York City a big 'surprise'!"

Staring at everyone with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Fatty Bobby slowly raised his hands and clenched them into fists.

He yelled crazily:

"Do you want to eat fresh food?"

"Do you want to sleep with beautiful women?"

"Do you want to walk freely under the sun?"

"What if the police want you?"

"What if you are abandoned by the king of the underground?"

"Are we afraid?"

"We are the gangs that rule New York! We still have a lot of weapons and ammunition!"

"Come on! Come on! Bring your guns and join my crazy party!"

Fat Bobby drooled, and his crazy state was like a mustache.

However, his fierce speech did not resonate with anyone's emotions.

The silent gang leaders looked at each other.

A few inexplicable cold flashes in the depths of their eyes.

At this moment, Fatty Bobby, standing on the stairs, gasped and sweated all over.

He keenly discovered the undercurrent surging among the silent gang leaders.

Fatty Bobby's fat face showed a crazy grin.

"Anyone willing to come to the party will share the gang funds in the warehouse!"

"If you want! You can share the money now!"

"After the party, if we have achieved results, the funds laundered in the overseas accounts can also be shared"

"Share equally!"

Before Fatty Bobby finished speaking.

The gang leaders, numbering nearly 40, all showed understanding smiles.

Clap--

The crisp sound of countless guns being loaded almost became a large area.

"Come on, let's burn this city to ashes!"

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Hell's Kitchen after night falls.

It seems to have entered another world.

In the dark corners of countless buildings.

Men and women who have reached a deal.

Making unabashed happy sounds.

Between the dilapidated streets.

Drug dealers carrying automatic rifles choose to set up stalls on the roadside.

It seems to be to attract customers.

Above the vehicles that have become mobile stalls.

There are also strings of colorful small light bulbs hanging.

It is both a hidden sign and a business atmosphere.

Ragged homeless people.

Urban white-collar workers with heavy makeup.

Even students with childish faces are constantly appearing.

Joining the carefully selected shopping ranks.

At the same time, chaos and order found a way to coexist peacefully and chose to fall together.

This is the tip of the iceberg of Hell's Kitchen, daily life.

Hell's Kitchen, a paradise and holy place for criminals.

Unlike the crowded streets outside.

The deeper you go into the community of Hell's Kitchen.

The appearance of the streets and buildings becomes more and more dilapidated.

Even the lights dotted in the windows are getting fewer and fewer.

After entering a more dilapidated street.

Even the lights disappeared.

Except for homeless homeless people.

Or criminals with serious crimes.

I'm afraid no one wants to live in a place without water and electricity.

Baby Mall stands in such a dark community.

Like a silent giant beast.

This large supermarket that once nurtured generations of local residents of Hell's Kitchen is now completely abandoned.

Even in the parking lot outside the door, patches of lush grass have sprouted as the rain has watered them.

Shua shua shua——

The half-man-high grass kept shaking, accompanied by the sound of friction.

Rorschach, who was crawling forward cautiously, showed up.

At this time, his head was tightly wrapped with a red scarf.

His face was covered with a gas mask.

He was also wearing a black waterproof coat.

At the same time, a dark Catachan saber was held in Rorschach's hand.

The glowing plasma pistol was hidden in his coat pocket to prevent exposure.

There was no sign of electricity in the baby store.

Only the occasional flashlight light flashed through the window and the noisy voices came out faintly.

The situation inside was unexpectedly presented.

The poor dwarf did not lie.

This is the lair of the sportswear gang.

Rorschach's eyes hidden behind the gas mask flickered slightly.

The crawling movement became more cautious.

A few minutes later, Rorschach quietly touched the front door of the store.

He hid in the corner and raised his head slightly.

He looked inside the mall through the dusty glass.

Between a large number of abandoned shelves.

A cleared space.

About thirty Slavs were holding flashlights to clean their guns and load ammunition.

Almost everyone of them wore bulletproof vests.

Some wore military helmets on their heads.

Pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles

There was even a heavy-fire machine gun on several boxes of ammunition.

At the same time, grenades were taken out of the boxes and placed in front of everyone.

From time to time, someone came forward to pick it up, hung it on his chest, showed off to his companions around him, and laughed heartily.

What are they going to do?

So much firepower is enough for a fierce street fight.

Are they driven crazy by the New York police?

Are they going to fight to the death?

Rorschach carefully hid his figure.

The eyes hidden behind the gas mask were full of doubts.

However, just when Rorschach was about to sneak in from behind,

A fanatical voice suddenly sounded from inside.

It attracted his attention again.

"Brothers! Are you ready?"

"Hurrah——"

"Ready!"

"Haha, I can't wait!"

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Fat boy Bobby, wearing an oversized bulletproof vest, stared with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

He scanned back and forth in the dim light, and his subordinates were eager to fight.

He was already crazy and couldn't help showing a twisted and hideous smile.

Tomorrow morning

The whole New York will be shocked!

The whole country, and even the whole world will be shocked!

The damn king of the underground wants to hide?

Wishful thinking!

I, Fat Boy Bobby, will use the lives of countless New York citizens to overturn you!

Even if the gang is completely destroyed and the federal investigation is launched afterwards.

Those dirty deals will be exposed to the sun!

King of the underground

You will also become a stray dog!

Slavs will never admit defeat!

"Very good! I have distributed all the money in the warehouse to you!"

Fat boy Bobby grinned with a flushed face.

The fat on his cheeks was shaking with excitement.

"Now, it's time for you to repay me!"

"There is only one goal, that is to shoot and kill people! Do whatever you want!"

"Do whatever you want!"

"Before that, the smuggling ship has stopped at the port of the Hudson River"

"If everything goes well, you will go out to sea with me on the ship and share more wealth!"

"Hurrah——"

Fat boy Bobby raised his fist violently.

He shook his arms desperately and kept shouting.

"Huh?"

At this moment.

Excited Fat boy Bobby suddenly found.

A blue light ball the size of a human head flew over the shelf in the blink of an eye and flew in front of him!

Bang——