Rorschach put the radio back in his travel bag, placed it at his feet, and looked up at Paul.

Paul froze, swallowed nervously, looked at him, and pointed to the guest room door.

"Police, police?"

Rorschach nodded, his eyes turned to the guest room door, and a sharp knock sounded again.

Knock knock!

"Did the people inside hear that?! Open the door! ”

"Is it really the police? What are we going to do? Paul asked.

"Go open the door."

"Open the door?" Paul bit his lip and hesitated, but finally nodded and walked towards the guest room door.

The door was pulled open by Paul, and two men in police uniforms stood in the doorway, standing in front of him was a middle-aged police officer with a thick face and a fierce face, followed by a young police officer.

Paul took a step back and asked:

"Officer, is there anything wrong?"

"Passport!" The middle-aged police officer walked into the guest room, glanced at Paul, and then turned his head and pointed at Rorschach, who was sitting in a chair, "And your passport." ”

"Okay, okay." Paul hurriedly took out the passport he was carrying from his trouser pocket.

Rorschach also took his passport out of his travel bag and placed it on the coffee table next to him.

The middle-aged police officer took Paul's passport, opened it and looked at it, then stuffed it back to Paul, then walked to the coffee table and picked up Rorschach's passport, looked through it slowly, and looked at it very slowly and carefully.

Rorschach raised an eyebrow, and this posture was clearly looking for trouble.

At this moment, the young police officer standing at the door also walked into the room, pushed Paul away, and walked straight to the bathroom.

"Officer, is there a problem with your passport?" Rorschach looked up at the middle-aged officer.

The middle-aged officer pursed his lips, patted his hand with his passport, and replied:

"If there is a problem, we will know in a moment."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, it's just a routine check." The middle-aged officer shrugged his shoulders and threw his passport on the coffee table.

There was a commotion in the bathroom, and Rorschach turned his head to look at the bathroom.

The young officer walked out of the bathroom with several small plastic bags filled with white powder.

Rorschach frowned at the sight of the pouches containing the white powder.

"Drugs!?" The middle-aged police officer suddenly pulled out a pistol, pointed it at Rorschach and shouted, "Don't move, raise your hands!" ”

Rorschach raised his head and said lightly:

"Officer, those drugs are not mine."

"I don't care who it is, if I find it in your room, you're suspicious." The middle-aged officer stared at him with a mocking smile on his face, "Sam Guokee, you're arrested now." ”

At this moment, at the door, Paul raised his hands and pressed his body against the wall next to the door, his eyes were full of panic, and the young police officer with a plastic bag was pointing a pistol at him.

Rorschach withdrew his gaze and slowly stood up, staring into the eyes of the middle-aged officer.

"You want to arrest me?"

"What are you going to do?!" Under his sharp eyes, the middle-aged police officer took a step back, raised his pistol and shouted, "Don't move!" Did you hear that? ”

"Be careful, don't go off." Rorschach smiled slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Otherwise, it must be you who regret it." ”

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway, and there were many people, judging by the sound, it was a sound similar to that of boots.

"You found drugs here?" A loud shout came from the hallway.

Rorschach ignored the middle-aged officer with a gun next to him and looked up at the door of the room.

A man in a camouflage uniform appeared in the hallway of the doorway, and behind him were several heavily armed soldiers.

Rorschach had seen the officer in the afternoon when he and Wolverine were investigating in the port town and met the leader of the ruffians.

The officer's name was Miguel, and he was of medium height, with his sleeves rolled up, his hands on his hips and his stomach, and a malicious expression on his face. He looked into the guest room, first at Paul, nodded slightly, and then swept to Rorschach, who was standing in front of the middle-aged police officer, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled up and smiled.

"So you're selling drugs?"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes and stared at Miguel, the other party's means of framing were really low-level, but if he was an ordinary person in this place, it was estimated that there was no way at all.

"We don't have drug trafficking." Rorschach replied calmly, ignoring the muzzle of the gun pointed at him by the middle-aged police officer in front of him.

"Haha...... Miguel laughed, "the discovery of drugs in your room proves that you are selling drugs, don't try to resist, otherwise the muzzle will not be eyed, although you are from Sam's country, but no one will care if you die here." ”

"We really don't have drug trafficking!" Paul, who was attached to the wall, shouted, "We just escaped from the town of Impoca, there are monsters there!" There are monsters! ”

"I'm talking nonsense, I'm crashing you!" Miguel pulled his pistol from his waist and pointed it at Paul.

Paul quickly shut his mouth and turned to look at Rorschach, his eyes filled with panic.

Rorschach shook his head at Paul and looked at Miguel:

"Do you understand the consequences of this?"

"What can be the consequences?" Miguel smiled disdainfully, "Could it be that now the people of Sam's Country will come to your rescue?" ”

"No......," Rorschach shook his head, "it's just that I'm a little upset." ”

"Haha!"

Miguel turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Rorschach, and said viciously, "Unhappy? I'm more upset than you, believe it or not I'll keep you from seeing the sun tomorrow morning. ”

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, and as the hunter followed, he noticed that a humanoid dot was close to another in the inn, and then the approached humanoid dot vanished.

Apparently, the approached humanoid dot was killed, and it was the officer's men who did it? No...... There was no need for them to massacre in hotels.

Thinking of this, Rorschach said lightly:

"It looks like you received a lot of gold from the Poseidon priest."

"Hehe......" Miguel grinned, "Looks like you know a lot." ”

"Don't you know they're a group of cultists?" Rorschach asked.

"As long as the gold is in hand, I don't care what they do, anyway, I will bring people back to the mainland in a few years, and what will become here has nothing to do with me."

"There are your citizens here."

"Haha...... Miguel laughed as he leaned back, "you...... Do you know what is the least valuable thing in this country? It's human! Not to mention on this island far from the mainland! ”

"Did the Poseidon priest ask you to arrest us?"

"Nope." Miguel glanced at Paul, "They just want this guy." ”

When Paul heard this, he hurriedly cried out:

"No, don't! I don't want to go back, please let me go! ”

"Don't be noisy!" Miguel roared viciously.

The young police officer with a gun pointed at Paul hurriedly stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach.

"Ah——!h

Paul let out a scream, opened his mouth wide, covered his stomach with his hands, and collapsed on the floor.

Seeing Paul being beaten, Rorschach frowned and asked:

"Why do they want him?"

"I don't know." Miguel shrugged, "Who knows what those crazy people are going to do, don't talk nonsense, no one will come to save you, now give you two ways, get arrested obediently, or try to resist, let me shoot you." ”

"I'll go back to the police station with you, will you let me go?"

"Haha......" Miguel smiled mockingly, "it depends on how much bail you can provide, and if the price doesn't satisfy me, the only thing that will greet you is the death penalty." ”

"You're so greedy, you have to eat at both ends."

"I'm here to make money!"

"I see." Rorschach nodded, turned his head to look at the middle-aged police officer holding the gun in front of him, and said lightly, "Put down the pistol." ”