Chapter 132 "You and I are civilized aliens" (asking for monthly tickets)
Unlike the West Coast, where temperatures remain high almost all year round, temperatures in many Eastern cities drop sharply after summer.

Therefore, in movies or American TV series, if the male and female protagonists wear sweaters and coats throughout the film, the story background is most likely set in a city in the northeastern part of North America.

For example, right now, on a rooftop somewhere in New York late at night.

In the biting cold wind, Rorschach wore a leather jacket inside and a coat outside, with a calm expression.

Clyde, who was standing next to him in only prison clothes, was already shivering with cold.

But Rorschach seemed unaware of it. He just rested his arms on the edge of the wall, quietly overlooking the night view of New York.

After watching it too much, it’s actually just like that.

The only difference from Chicago is that there is a rectangular Central Park in the center of the city.

Even compared to the New York of the past, it is missing two 110-story square skyscrapers with exactly the same appearance.

"Rorschach."

Clyde looked at the man beside him, hesitant to speak.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the other party, not only would the judge who sentenced him not have died, but his secret base would have been discovered by Nick and his team, ultimately causing the explosion plan to fail.

That’s right, the female assistant named Sheila was not his person at all. She was able to find his most hidden warehouse purely by luck.

If Rorschach had not been watching him in advance, not only would he not have taken revenge, he might even have been nailed to prison by the solid evidence.

"I appreciate your help."

He said to Rorschach seriously, "Are you in some trouble and need my help? I have some connections in the military. If you want to leave the United States quietly, we can go together."

Rorschach heard the same words as when he first met Harold, and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head: "Don't think too much, Clyde. I'm helping you simply because I want to see this country burn more than you do."

Clyde narrowed his eyes.

If someone else said this, he would just think it was a poor excuse.

But the man in front of me
Thinking back on the other party's experiences and shocking actions over the past month, the only conclusion he could draw was that this person hated those who were in office but doing nothing and engaging in despicable activities more than he did.

"Have you thought about your future plans?" Rorschach asked him softly.

When he turned around, he found that Clyde's face had turned blue from the cold wind. He was startled and quickly took off his coat and put it on him.

"The temperature in New York is dropping faster than I thought, sorry, haha"

Clyde wrapped his coat tightly around him, took a long breath, and said with a wry smile, "Who knows? According to my original plan, I should have smuggled myself into Latin America or Southeast Asia."

Rorschach couldn't help but shake his head when he heard that. "That's America's backyard. If you'd just killed a few prosecutors or lawyers, it would have been fine, but now you've wiped out the entire New York judicial system and even the mayor. Do you really think you can live out the rest of your life in peace by escaping to those places?"

He hadn't meant to scare Clyde. His actions alone were enough to put him among the top five most wanted criminals in the federal government, and he would definitely be on the radar of all agents inside and outside the federal government.

What's more, Southeast Asia and Latin America are already full of CIA agents.

In Rorschach's opinion, although Clyde's planning and execution abilities were outstanding, his anti-reconnaissance and stealth capabilities were only mediocre due to his experience in the Marine Corps.

I'm afraid that within a few months, his whereabouts will be tracked by the CIA.

Yet Clyde seemed remarkably calm.

In fact, he had already considered these consequences when he was planning his revenge.

Now that his great revenge has been achieved, life and death are no longer important to him.

Simply put, if he could survive, he would survive; if not, he would rather commit suicide by swallowing cyanide before being surrounded by the CIA.

Anyway, his family is waiting for him in another world.
Death is not scary to him.

But Rorschach's next words changed his mind.

"Clyde, I won't interfere with your decision, and I won't ask for anything in return."

Rorschach took out a cigarette case, lit one for himself, and handed one to him.

Clyde, who had quit smoking since his wife became pregnant, looked at the cigarette in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then took it with a smile and lit it.

"If you want to get out of this completely, I can even send you to Africa. General Hammer, the commander of the US forces in East Africa, was my superior for seven years, and we have a close relationship. I can recommend that you live there in anonymity."

Rorschach continued, blowing smoke rings, "East Africa has become a restricted area for the CIA. Apart from a few top lone rangers, almost no intelligence agency can gain a foothold there. You don't have to worry about being harassed."

Clyde smiled but said nothing, just staring at Rorschach quietly.

Seeing his thoughtful look, Rorschach smiled and said, "But I hope you can stay. I admire your abilities and character, and I think we will become good partners in the future."

"Is that the reason?" Clyde asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rorschach was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Man, have you ever thought that we are actually aliens in this civilized society?"

Clyde frowned and asked in confusion, "Because we bypassed the law and chose to resort to lynching for revenge?"

"call"

Rorschach exhaled a puff of smoke and looked out at this bustling city that prided itself on being a center of civilization and a place with a sound rule of law. He said in a deep voice, "Civilization means we treat criminals more kindly than they treat their victims. We cannot stoop to the level of criminals, or we cannot be called a civilized society."

"But we are the exception. You and I have believed in the laws of this country and trusted those politicians and officials. What was the result?"

Rorschach slowly shook his head, a sneer on his face. "From the moment we chose revenge, you and I no longer belong to the civilized world. We are more primitive, daring to do things that civilized people dare not even think of!"

He turned to Clyde, his eyes blazing. "I'm looking for more people like me who have been corrupted by this hypocritical civilization. Join me in destroying this rotten system."

Clyde didn't respond immediately, the cigarette in his hand flickering in the cold wind.

"Is it just you and me?" he asked, looking at Rorschach.

"No, I think there will be more and more in the future." Rorschach gave a meaningful smile.

Clyde nodded, then looked troubled. "I'm very interested in what you're saying, but given my current situation, if I continue to stay in New York, I'm afraid I'll be arrested by the FBI in a few days."

"I really can't stay in New York anytime soon. Let's go to the southern states first. I think Mexico City is a good choice."

Rorschach patted him on the shoulder and suggested, "I have a hacker friend who can automatically modify your facial features in national surveillance footage. When I go back and ask him for help, you'll only need a simple disguise to move around safely."

Clyde's eyes widened in shock.

Automatically modifying national surveillance footage? Is this something a hacker can do?

"I think you will definitely find a way to leave New York. I'm not worried about that."

Rorschach put his arm around his shoulder and smiled. "Next time I have a big plan, I'll let you know in advance. Then you'll have to design a revenge plan for me that's even better than yours."

"Of course, don't keep me waiting too long."

Clyde patted Rorschach on the back.

After saying goodbye, he adjusted the collar of his warm coat and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Just as he opened the door, Rorschach's voice suddenly rang out from behind him:
"Actually, there's one thing I can't figure out."

Rorschach looked at his back and asked, "When we first met, why did you trust me so much even though you knew I was a wanted criminal worldwide?" Clyde paused and slowly raised his left arm.

Under the slipped sleeve, a plastic bracelet was revealed with the crooked word "Daddy" engraved on it.

"The reason is simple," Clyde turned around and gave a playful smile. "How bad can a man wearing a bracelet like this be?"

After saying that, he opened the stair door and left the rooftop.

Rorschach looked down at the bracelet on his wrist that Wesley had left for him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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Early in the morning.

Harold, who was tossing and turning, took Brian for a walk on the streets of Manhattan.

His face was gloomy, and his inner dissatisfaction with Rorschach was almost overflowing.

There was no news for three whole days, and the first contact was to ask him to help a criminal cover up all electronic traces - and this criminal was the culprit who blew up the Hall of Justice and killed the mayor and many officials.

Harold now really regretted inviting Rorschach to New York, because this guy obviously brought Chicago's violent law enforcement style with him.

Not only are his methods of saving people extreme, but now when he sees someone he likes, he not only wants to save him, but also helps him escape justice!

"We are just guardians, not judges. Killing and violence cannot bring justice. Am I right, Brian?" Harold looked down at Brian.

However, this heartless big white dog just kept wagging its tail and rushed forward, completely ignoring its owner who had difficulty walking.

Half an hour later, Harold, breathless, walked into a convenience store with Brian.

He was sweating profusely after running after the dog all the way and urgently needed to buy some ice to cool down.

"Hello, do you have any ice packs specifically for athletes?"

Harold asked the young female cashier behind the counter, but found that she was holding her mobile phone absent-mindedly with red eyes.

"Hello? Is something wrong?" Harold couldn't help but ask with concern.

The girl looked up and spoke incoherently with excitement: "Sorry, I... I'm just too happy. I just got accepted into the university!"

She handed the phone to Harold, eager to find someone to share her joy.

Harold took a closer look and congratulated him heartily, "Wow, Columbia University! You must be a very hard-working student."

He said sincerely, "Your parents will be proud of you."

The girl pursed her lips to hold back her tears. "My mother passed away many years ago, but my father is working the night shift at the factory now. I have to tell him quickly! Oh, the ice is in the freezer at the back."

"Thank you, and congratulations, kid." Harold returned the phone and walked towards the shelf with Brian.

Looking back at the girl who was still immersed in joy, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously: "We should buy some gifts for this girl to celebrate. Columbia University is not something that everyone can get into, let alone a girl like her who has to work part-time at a convenience store at night."

"How about champagne? She's old enough to drink now, what do you think, Brian?"

Harold's originally gloomy mood was greatly alleviated by the girl's joy.

There is nothing more gratifying than seeing a work-study child realize his dream.

Just as he was about to choose the most expensive champagne, the store door was suddenly pushed open - a masked robber rushed in with a gun.

"Put your phone down! Put it down now!"

The robber pointed his gun at the girl behind the counter and shouted, "Take out all the money from the cash register! Quick!"

"I"

The girl seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock. She looked at the robber in horror and stood there at a loss.

"Fuck! Don't you understand me?!"

The robber's finger was firmly on the trigger, and he was yelling at her hysterically.

Just then, a steady voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the convenience store.

"I have money here, but don't hurt anyone, okay? I can give you a lot more than what's in the cash register."

The robber turned his head sharply and saw a man holding a cane and a dog, looking at him with his hands raised.

Encountering such a situation for the first time, Harold forced himself to remain calm and took out his wallet from his pocket, carefully unfolding it to reveal a thick stack of banknotes inside.

"There's two thousand dollars here, definitely more than the cash register at a late-night convenience store."

Harold tried to keep his voice steady. "The money is yours. As long as you don't shoot, you can take the money and leave. I promise not to call the police."

After saying that, he gently slid the wallet to the robber's feet, and at the same time gave the girl behind the cashier a soothing look, signaling her to stay calm.

He is not Rorschach, and he does not have the lightning speed to draw his gun, so he can only use money to persuade the other party to retreat.

The robber sneered, obviously thinking Harold was a cowardly rich man.

However, just as he bent down to pick up the money, the girl suddenly pressed the silent alarm button under the counter, but the fatal thing was that this scene happened to be captured by the robber who stood up.

"Fuck! What were you doing?!"

"I don't have any." The girl shook her head quickly.

But the robber, who had reacted, was already furious and would not listen to the girl's explanation.

Not only did he not flee in panic as the other party expected, but he aimed directly at her and pulled the trigger!
"NO!!!" Harold shouted anxiously.

Bang bang bang!

Amid the deafening gunshots, Brian seemed to recall the scene in the Gary Mountains. He barked wildly and pounced, biting the robber's wrist holding the gun.

"what!!"

With a scream, the pistol fell to the ground.

Harold immediately rushed forward and kicked the gun away.

He didn't even bother to check on the robber who was being held tightly by Brian, and hurriedly turned to the cashier counter - then he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Behind the counter, the girl, who had been shot several times, lay in a pool of blood.

The screen of her tightly held phone was still lit up with the acceptance message from the university.

Harold closed his eyes in despair.

[Machines] can predict all premeditated murders, but they cannot predict crimes of passion like this one.

Even if he created a super artificial intelligence comparable to God, he could only watch a life that should have had a bright future disappear before his eyes.

At this moment, he only felt extreme pain and anger in his heart.

(End of this chapter)