Chapter 12 Tunnel War! Hey! Tunnel War!

Bang bang bang!

Rorschach, who was in a hurry, suddenly clapped his palms and made a crisp sound.

After making sure you have attracted the attention of all the children.

Luo Xia squinted his eyes and asked vividly:

"Children, do you miss your parents? Do you want to go home?"

"think!"

"In no mood!"

"What is thinking?"

A total of eleven little heads raised their necks.

On the dirty little faces, the crystal clear eyes kept blinking.

For a moment, the children seemed to have forgotten the little game of spinning around Rorschach.

Rorschach raised his eyebrows, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:

"You are all obedient and good children, that's why Uncle Red Turban came to save you... Now, the fat and white police officers are on their way, and they are carrying a lot of chocolate cakes in their police cars!"

"However, only the most obedient and good children can be allowed to eat chocolate cake...Are you good children?"

In an instant, the children with endless longing in their eyes shook their little heads.

A person who is chatty but clumsy in speech means that he will be obedient.

Rorschach raised his hand and pointed to the warehouse door, and said with a smile:

"Uncle still has some things to do, so now everyone go to the door and wait for me, okay? Remember not to leave without permission, otherwise there will be no chocolate cake... Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Chocolate! Chocolate!"

The children answered in unison, their little faces full of joy for sweets.

Before Rorschach could speak, he gave instructions.

I saw the children taking the initiative to hold each other's little hands.

They lined up obediently and walked towards the warehouse door with small steps.

"call--"

Standing there, Rorschach looked at the children's excited backs and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Dealing with children is much more difficult than dealing with gang members.

Rorschach quickly turned around and ran towards the location where the battle had just occurred.

laugh!

Rorschach, expressionless, drew out a long and narrow giant saber.

Swing the blade and shake off the blood.

Then, he easily pulled out the body and all the nails on the head and stuffed it into his pocket.

Rorschach brand homemade blow dart, a necessary tool for murder and silence.

There was also a body that had been strangled, so there was nothing to clean up.

Rorschach frowned and thought for a moment.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he walked to the table not far away.

Under the bright light, the stacks of cash bills are eye-catching and attractive.

Rorschach didn't hesitate at all.

He grabbed the black duffel bag thrown on the table and started packing.

Just think of it as travel expenses reimbursed by gangsters.

After all, even riding his bike to Brooklyn was a physically demanding job.

A few minutes later.

Rorschach took out Sergey's cell phone with a bulging one million banknotes in his hand.

He first searched a few numbers on the Internet and then dialed.

"Hello, this is the New York Times..."

"In Warehouse No. 10 near the Brooklyn Bridge, there are many missing children kidnapped by sportswear gangs..."

Rorschach deliberately lowered his voice, making it hoarse and deep.

After receiving the accurate answer, Rorschach immediately hung up the phone.

Then, he made anonymous reporting calls to famous media outlets such as the Daily Bugle and the New York Post.

On the last phone call, Rorschach contacted the police.

Then, Rorschach picked up the heavy duffel bag and walked out.

The reason why Rorschach carried out such a complicated operation was because he did not trust the New York Police Department at all.

There must be high-level officials and shady police officers colluding with criminal organizations.

So, he borrowed the power of the media.

Let the people who are coerced by the breaking news deal with the New York police.

In this way, the children standing in the spotlight also have an extra layer of protection.

Prevent gangsters from jumping over the wall.

Wow!

Rorschach once again received enthusiastic cheers from the children when he opened the iron door of the warehouse.

Maybe most of the enthusiasm is due to the chocolate cake.

However, when the tired Rorschach glanced at the innocent smiling faces and sincere eyes of the children.

All the worries in my heart disappeared with the wind.

——

It's four o'clock in the morning in Brooklyn, and the sky is overcast.

A heavy rain that has been brewing for a long time is about to come.

In the shadow of a bush five hundred meters away from Warehouse No. 10.

Rorschach felt relieved as he looked at the police cars with their lights flashing and rushing towards the warehouse.

He looked down at the half stone in his palm.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This is the reward given to him by the children.

Worthless, yet priceless.

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, took one last look at the location of the warehouse.

Then he quickly stood up and escaped into the thick darkness.

Now, everything has nothing to do with him.

Red Hood retires.

Ordinary citizen Rorschach is back.

Not long ago, I was passing the Brooklyn Bridge.

The changed Rorschach left only the Catachan saber and the stone.

Everything else was thrown into the fast-flowing East River and disappeared without a trace.

Military boots, headscarves, bloody nails and steel pipes, and two borrowed mobile phones.

Originally, even the clothes and pants Rorschach wore should be thrown away.

But, because there is no preparation.

Rorschach, who didn't want to ride naked buttocks, had no choice but to go home and deal with it.

At this time, fine raindrops began to drop from the dark sky.

Rorschach is wearing a backpack.

There was a heavy black duffel bag on the back seat, speeding towards home.

After Rorschach carefully opened the apartment door and stepped into the living room.
To be continued...