Chapter 7: 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 baseball cap.
Carrying a gray shoulder bag, he stepped out of the door of the apartment.
A few minutes ago, my aunt fell asleep with some fear.
Before going to bed, my aunt once again reminded Rorschach. She asked
him to clean up the messy restaurant and post a notice of closure.
Rorschach was very obedient.
At this moment, he was on his way back to the restaurant.
However, in Rorschach's shoulder bag,
there was a dark Catachan saber.
The young Rorschach could tolerate any threat.
For example, the covetous Thanos among the distant stars.
For example, Ultron, who had not yet been created and was trying to destroy mankind.
But all this was based on the premise that my aunt was not hurt!
Otherwise...
it would be a fight to the death!
Moreover, the many things he had seen and heard over the years
were enough for Rorschach to be extremely disappointed with the upper echelons who maintained order in the city.
Justice or fairness
.
Only rely on your own hands.
Get it back! ——When
Rorschach arrived at the restaurant.
The forensic personnel promised by the Manhattan District Police Station had not yet arrived.
Perhaps, they would not come at all.
After all, a robbery case in Chinatown that did not cause loss of life
and did not set off a storm of public opinion.
The final destination was to become the archive materials of the Manhattan District Police Station and become history.
Rorschach rolled up his sleeves skillfully and began to pick up the garbage and debris on the ground.
Keep the ones that can still be used to reduce losses.
Discard the useless ones and count them as losses.
However, not long after.
Rorschach accidentally glimpsed a figure wandering back and forth outside the restaurant.
It was a blond homeless man with shabby clothes and a hunched back.
Rorschach stopped cleaning up.
He walked directly to the door and said:
"Friend, the restaurant is going to be closed 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 muster up courage.
He raised his head and stammered:
"I, I didn't come here for food... When the robbery happened, I... I was sleeping on the street, and I saw the robbers!"
"They all wore red sportswear, and their accents didn't sound like New Yorkers... They seemed to be Slavs!"
After listening to the homeless man's words, Rorschach narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:
"Red sportswear? Slavs... Could it be the sportswear gang?"
The sportswear gang is a criminal gang active in New York City and its surrounding cities.
Most of the backbone members are Slavs.
Rorschach's thoughts turned quickly.
He pondered for a moment, then reached out and took out a roll of cash from his pocket.
Rorschach pulled out a few twenty-dollar bills and stuffed them into the homeless man's shirt pocket.
"Friend, thank you for the information you provided, this is your reward."
However, something happened that was beyond Rorschach's imagination.
The blond homeless man in front of him suddenly blushed, and his fingers trembled as he pinched the bills in his pocket and tried to return them to Rorschach.
"I'm not here for money!"
"You and your aunt are both good people! I'm very happy to eat your food... It makes me feel alive, and just being alive is meaningful!"
Tears seemed to well up in the blond homeless man's eyes, and he was very emotional.
At the same time, he accidentally exposed the inflamed and festering needle holes on his arm.
He is a drug addict.
Rorschach noticed this keenly, but he didn't take back the money he gave to the other party.
Rorschach sighed and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"
"My name is Robert Reynolds." The blond homeless man hesitated for a moment and gave his name.
At the same time, he took back the money and no longer insisted on his own opinion.
"Robert?"
Rorschach always felt that this name was familiar.
But he soon forgot about it.
Now, he has more important things to solve.
Sportswear gangsters, Slavs...
Eugene Paul?
Eugene is a typical Slavic surname...
At this moment, Rorschach squinted his eyes, and a clear clue emerged in his mind.
After Rorschach exchanged a few words with Robert again, he casually sent him away.
Turning around, closing and locking the door,
Rorschach rode his beloved bicycle.
Heading west.
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Manhattan Apartment, 403.
The depressed Eugene Paul slumped on the sofa, with a plastic neck brace for treatment fixed on his neck.
Even though the doctor repeatedly warned that alcohol and smoking should be avoided during treatment to speed up recovery.
But obviously, Eugene is not a patient who likes to obey.
Eugene drank beer cautiously, occasionally tilting his eyes and swiping his phone to pass the time.
He tried to relieve the physical pain in this way.
And the psychological frustration.
He, Eugene, a bully with a strong physique who has been in high school for many years. He
was beaten up by an inconspicuous takeaway boy!
This incident made him a laughing stock in his circle of friends.
Lost face!
"Damn yellow monkey"
Eugene, who was getting increasingly irritated, threw down his phone, closed his eyes, and tried to relieve the depression in his heart.
Dongdongdong——
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 short pause.
The knock on the door sounded again.
Dongdongdong——
"If I know who you are, you're dead!"
Eugene, who was cursing, got up from the sofa stiffly. He
held his neck with one hand and walked towards the door.
Just as he grasped the door handle and turned the switch.
Bang——
Accompanied by a loud bang, the wooden door in front of Eugene suddenly bounced up and opened with a bang!
In an instant, the entire wooden door, wrapped in a huge driving force, hit Eugene's chest heavily.
"Ah!"
As the scream resounded through the room, Eugene's tall body fell violently on the floor.
"Hello, Eugene!"
Footsteps sounded slowly.
Rorschach, wearing a baseball 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.
The screams full of fear were like screaming chickens.
"Don't come over here--"
Rorschach said nothing and continued to move forward.
At this moment, the strong Eugene was like a caterpillar, wriggling desperately on the floor.
After a few minutes, Eugene could no longer bear the pain in his body. He lay on the ground with a distorted expression and completely gave up resistance.
In an instant, Eugene's vision was blurred by tears.
He seemed to be in a state of collapse.
"Rorschach, please spare my life... In New York City, murder is a first-degree felony..."
"Woo woo..."
"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't bully my classmates... I shouldn't bully others"
"Woo woo, I was wrong."
Rorschach squatted in front of Eugene with a smile.
He looked down at him with cold eyes.
"I ask, you answer..."
"Understand?"
Eugene nodded quickly with tears streaming down his face:
"Understand! Understand!"
"Around three o'clock in the afternoon, when you robbed the restaurant, did you shoot?"
"Ah?" Eugene was stunned, with only confusion in his eyes, "Robbery? Shooting?"
Rorschach's eyes fixed.
Eugene, who was still trying to learn to read people's expressions, immediately swore:
"I swear to God! I, Eugene, never use a gun to bully people! Besides, I was receiving treatment in the hospital in the afternoon."
Rorschach frowned.
Did he find the wrong person?
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(End of this chapter)