Chapter 9 Midnight Shadow
There are countless bars and nightclubs in Brooklyn.
But there is only one that is the most famous.
Blueberry Nightclub.
There are students who go out for entertainment, and there are also white-collar workers who indulge themselves after work.
There are rich white people who are looking for a romantic encounter, and there are all kinds of people who sell happiness
. As long as you dare to think and make any demands,
you can find them in the Blueberry Nightclub and satisfy them.
Of course, this is not a free service, and it is even more expensive.
Nearing midnight,
the 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
is barely qualified to try it out.
Although the nightclub manager only agreed because of Sergei's cousin's face.
But Sergei did not despise 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, Sergei, a rising gang star in New York City!
"Hehe."
At this moment, Sergei, 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, Sergei planned to contact a familiar technician to see if he could continue to fight tonight.
However, the drunken Sergei didn't notice.
In the shadow behind him.
A terrifying figure wearing a red headscarf.
The whole face was covered with black and green oil paint, slowly emerging!
That was the long-awaited Rorschach!
Silently, Rorschach did not give Sergei any chance to resist.
He stepped hard on the ground, and the whole person came behind Sergei in the blink of an eye!
The veins on his arms popped up one after another, and Rorschach's arms were strangled between 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 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 location is wrong, and the time is not right . There are
some things that Sergei needs to explain clearly!
Then, Rorschach suddenly bent down and carried Sergei's heavy body.
He turned around and left quickly, disappearing in the depths of the deserted alley.
This place is too close to the nightclub.
It is not a suitable place for interrogation.
Before that, Rorschach had already found a good place for "talking".
————
Bang——
Sergei's heavy body was like a broken sack, and was thrown to the ground by Rorschach fiercely, 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 with confidence.
Perhaps because of Rorschach's rough action, Sergei, who had fallen into a coma, gradually woke up.
"Ah——"
He groaned in pain and tried 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?"
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 wearing 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.
It was blocked by Rorschach's shoe sole and directly suffocated 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. After
an unknown amount of time, he felt the strength of his struggle weaken.
Rorschach, with a cold look in his eyes, continued to ask:
"I will only ask once, who came up with 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 bad state, no longer as rebellious as before.
Blood kept coming out of his mouth, flowing down 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 an instant.
But he still said incoherently:
"It was me. I came up with it first."
"Why? I'm afraid there's not 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, he showed some hesitation between his brows.
But soon, he decided to confess everything
because Rorschach once again stepped on his severed hand.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
"We're not just robbing money, but to find excitement and enjoy the thrill of crime in our last free time!"
"My cousin is a small leader in the sportswear gang. He said that the rules of the underground world have changed completely! A month ago, the new underground king unified the entire East Coast gang!"
"All criminal organizations must listen to his command. Private crime is not allowed. Each gang can only rely on the criminal industry allocated 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 white flour can only sell white flour. If you want to change the gang's business, you need to pay a high amount of crime money to the underground king."
"Damn it! If you can't commit crimes as you please, why join a gang? This is simply a joke!"
"But now no one dares to disobey the orders of the underground king, and no one thinks this is a joke."
"Hundreds of lives have created new rules and a new order!"
At this point, Sergei swallowed hard, and then said with a trembling breath:
"So, I just found an opportunity to help my cousin relieve some of his psychological pressure and complete the entry 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 with narrowed eyes.
"Today is Saturday, and it should be the time for the gang to count its finances."
Sergei lay on the ground dejectedly.
It seemed that he had completely given up the struggle.
"I once accidentally eavesdropped on my cousin's phone call. There is a place called Warehouse No. 10 near the Brooklyn Bridge and the East River. It is the secret base of the sportswear gang."
"If you want to find him, he may be there."
Seeing that he got the address from Sergei.
Rorschach, wearing a red scarf, nodded his chin with satisfaction.
He suddenly took a step back and bent down.
"Sergei?"
"Huh?"
Sergei, who was lucky, subconsciously raised his head.
Puff-
a huge black and dull saber suddenly pierced Sergei's eye socket!
The extremely sharp saber with a little bit of white liquid penetrated through the golden hair behind his head!
"Thank you for your cooperation."
It didn't feel good at the beginning, so it was delayed until now.
The contract is signed, everyone vote quickly!
Of course, don't forget to read it, it seems more important now.
(End of this chapter)