Chapter 21 Come on, let's burn New York to ashes!

 Chinatown.

  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 planned to leave.

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

  After explaining that he was about to do a "part-time job".

  Without waiting for his aunt to reply 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 another mountaineering backpack as a container.

  The purchase was over.

  Rorschach walked on the street and suddenly felt hungry.

  He looked around

  and found a roadside stand selling hot dogs.

  He started eating like crazy.

  In a short time, the stall owner's production speed could hardly keep up with Rorschach's eating speed.

  He ate fifteen hot dogs in a row.

  Rorschach paid the bill under the stall owner's awed expression.

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

  a pleading voice suddenly came from behind him:

  "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 now 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?"

  Rorschach took the flyer from Mike's hand with a smile and asked politely.

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

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

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

  The photo showed a little black boy with missing front teeth,

  raised left hand and a deformed ear.

  Maybe it was because of the deformity, or maybe it was because of the bright smile on his face.

  Anyway, at first glance, the little boy was impressive.

  "No news... It's like he disappeared from the face of the earth."

  Mike's eyebrows were full of anxiety and haggardness.

  He smiled bitterly and said:

  "Mom 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 understood what he meant.

  Rorschach nodded silently.

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

  "Didn't you try to ask the media for help? You should have seen the recent big news? 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 news..."

  Mike shook his head and sighed helplessly.

  "Those rich black and white people can go on TV to tell their heartwarming 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.

  It was the money left over 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 complexion seemed to turn red.

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

  "Mike, take it, just think of 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 also need to help each other, don't they?"

  Rorschach answered with a serious expression.

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

  Rorschach said hello to Mike and

  turned away .

  Next, he 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,

  Fatty Bobby not only looks like a giant wild boar,

  but also behaves in a similar way.

  Greed is his eating instinct.

  Brutality is his reproductive desire.

  This is also the reason why he can control the entire gang.

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

  Fatboy Bobby can only curl up his fat body in the dusty sofa. He

  eats frantically with graceful 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 Fatboy Bobby's huge stomach.   The phone still didn't ring.   Fatboy 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.   Don't want to attract more attention from the public and the government.   The sportswear gang must disappear!  

 Both physically and mentally.   "Waste! All a bunch of waste!"   At this moment, the plump fat on Fatboy Bobby's cheeks kept shaking.   Bang -   he threw the can of tomato macaroni on the ground with a hideous face.   The thick dust and the red soup of the macaroni mixed together.  

 It was like a pool of fragmented bright red internal organs.   "The king of the underground! The New York Police Department! The citizens of New York!"   "I, Bobby, am the king of this city!"   "The King of New York!"   As time went by.   Fatty Bobby's eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.   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, Fatty Bobby got up with difficulty.   He moved his legs and rushed out of the room in the mall like a rampaging wild boar.   Boom, boom, boom!   The heavy footsteps attracted the attention of the gang leaders downstairs.   They raised their heads with different expressions and stared at Fatty 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 madly:   "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 the king of the underground abandons you?"   "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!"   Fatty Bobby spitted, and his crazy state was like a mustache.   However, his fierce speech did not resonate with anyone's emotions.   The gang leaders who remained silent looked at each other.  

 A few inexplicable cold flashes flashed 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 who is 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!"   Fatty Bobby said.   Nearly 40 gang leaders all showed understanding smiles.   Clatter -   the crisp sound of countless guns being loaded almost became a large area.   "Come on. Let's burn this city to ashes!" -   Hell's Kitchen after night fell.   It was like entering another world.   In the dark corners of countless buildings.   Men and women who have reached a deal.   Make 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 strings of colorful small light bulbs.   It is not only a hidden sign, but also for the business atmosphere.   Ragged homeless people.   Urban white-collar workers with heavy makeup.   Even students with childish faces kept appearing.   Joining the carefully selected shopping ranks.   At the same time, chaos and order found a way to coexist peacefully and chose to degenerate 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 dotting the windows are getting fewer and fewer.   When you enter a more dilapidated street.   Even the lights disappear.   Except for homeless vagrants.   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 the parking lot outside the door had sprouted patches of lush grass as the rain irrigated it.

  Swish, swish, swish—

  the half-man-high grass kept shaking, accompanied by a rustling sound.

  Rorschach, who was crawling cautiously, appeared.

  At this time, his head was tightly wrapped in a red bandana.

  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 treasure store.

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

  The situation inside was unexpectedly revealed.

  The poor dwarf did not lie.

  This is the lair of the sportswear gang.

  Rorschach's eyes flashed slightly behind the gas mask.

  He crawled forward more cautiously.

  A few minutes later, Rorschach quietly reached 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.

  In 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.

  Pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles.

  There was even a heavy-fired 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 them up, hung them on their chests, showed them off to their companions around them, 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.

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

  However, just as 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!"

  ——————

  Fatboy 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 rubbing their hands and couldn't wait.

  He was already crazy and couldn't help but reveal 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, Fatboy Bobby, will use the lives of countless New York citizens to expose you!

  Even if the gang is completely destroyed and the federal government launches an investigation afterwards.

  Those dirty deals will be exposed to the sun!

  The king of the underground

  will become a dog without a home!

  Slavs never admit defeat!

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

  Fatboy Bobby, with a flushed face, grinned.

  The fat on his cheeks was shaking with excitement.

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

  "There is only one goal, and 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 board the ship with me and share more wealth!"

  "Hurrah--"

  Fatty Bobby raised his fist suddenly.

  He shook his arms desperately and kept shouting.

  "Huh?"

  At this moment.

  The excited Fatty Bobby suddenly discovered.

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

  Bang--

  　I won't divide the four thousand words. I have a cold and a headache.

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  (End of this chapter)