"What happened?" Paul looked at Rorschach nervously.

"We're getting out of here."

Rorschach pointed out the window, "There's a strange bunch of guys gathered downstairs, and I think they have bad intentions. ”

"What?!"

Paul hurriedly leaned on the window frame, poked his head out, the rain hit his face, it was cold and biting, and when he looked down, he saw that the downstairs was already surrounded by fishermen in the town.

They wore ponchos, held all kinds of weapons, and through the street lamps, they could see the extremely white faces, and a few of them had crooked eyes and protruding mouths, which were extremely ugly.

Paul's eyes widened, he inhaled a cool breath into his lungs, subconsciously shivered, turned his head, and looked frightened in his eyes.

He ...... What are they going to do? ”

"It's definitely not about inviting us to dinner."

Rorschach walked to the door of the guest room, twisted the handle, and opened a small slit, and there was no sound in the hallway for a while.

"I ...... What are we going to do? The sudden situation made Paul panic, and he turned his head to look downstairs again.

By this time, the fishermen of the small town in front of the hotel had already spotted him peeping, and they all raised their weapons and pointed at Paul, who was standing in front of the window, and shouted a language that he could not understand at all.

"Oh my God!" Paul was taken aback and quickly took a step back, "Are they going to arrest us?" ”

"Yes, let's get out of here." Rorschach opened the door and stepped out of the room.

"Wait, wait for me!" When Paul saw this, he hurriedly chased after him.

Rorschach walked ahead, down the hallway toward the stairs, Paul following closely behind him.

Suddenly, Rorschach stopped, and there was a rush of footsteps from the direction of the stairs, and the guys were going upstairs.

Paul's face turned pale.

Rorschach waved his hand back and squinted at the corner at the end of the hallway, followed by a staircase leading to the first floor.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of wheezing, and several small-town fishermen emerged from the corner, each armed with weapons such as sticks and machetes.

Rorschach walked over to the fishermen who rushed towards their town.

"Be careful! Don't go over! Paul exhorted him loudly behind him.

Rorschach waved his hand and walked forward with a blank face.

A small-town fisherman sprang out of the crowd, and an arrow took the lead in front of Rorschach, raising the machete in his right hand high, with a hideous look in his eyes, opening his big mouth, revealing a row of triangular teeth, accompanied by a sharp cry, the machete slashed.

Bang!

The machete, with the sound of the wind, slashed at Rorschach's left shoulder.

A cold light flashed in Rorschach's eyes, and as soon as he raised his left hand, he grabbed the wrist holding the knife, and at the same time raised his right fist, pinched his five fingers, and made a "click" sound, which slammed into the opponent's chest.

Syllable! The machete stopped in the air, and the fisherman of the town was stunned for a moment, and followed closely, like a hammer fist smashing into his chest, so fast that he couldn't see the movement clearly, so that he couldn't react at all.

Bang!

The fisherman in the small town let out a miserable howl with his eyes bulging, and the machete was taken off, and the whole person retreated backwards, like a bowling ball that had been knocked down, and slammed into his companion behind him, and after hitting several companions in a row, he collapsed on the ground.

For a while, in the corridor in front of Rorschach, a crowd of people turned on their backs.

Paul stared at Rorschach, his mouth wide open, an expression of disbelief.

Rorschach clenched his machete and stepped forward, the gang in front of him was just a rabble, with no formal training at all, not even as good as the militia, and nothing but the number of people.

Seeing his actions, the fishermen looked surprised, and they helped the downed fisherman up, only to find that his companion was unconscious, and a series of strange screams rang out in the crowd.

Two more fishermen then burst out of the crowd, one after the other, raising their machetes and lunging at Rorschach.

Rorschach casually set up the oncoming machete and kicked it in the heart, accompanied by the sound of broken bones, and the fishermen in front of him crashed directly into the corridor wall.

Then, Rorschach dodged sideways, dodged the other machete, raised the knife in his hand, and slapped the back of the knife on the face of the second fisherman.

Bang!

The fisherman who followed behind threw his head back and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body spun and was whipped to the other wall.

In an instant, the two fishermen were knocked to the ground by Rorschach, and they lay on the ground with their eyes rolled, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

This result finally made the other fishermen panic, and they already understood that this was not a magnitude fight at all.

Rorschach stared at them and continued to walk forward, for the time being, he didn't want to use his firearms, first, he didn't want to reveal his identity too soon, and second, there were too few bullets to use at a critical moment.

As Rorschach approached, the fishermen began to retreat, and although they were outnumbered, they were clearly frightened by Rorschach's display of strength.

Paul followed Rorschach and trembled past the two fishermen who had fallen to the ground.

Under the pressure of Rorschach, several fishermen finally could not take it anymore, and they let out strange screams and brandished weapons to attack Rorschach.

Bang, bang, bang, bang sound kept ringing in the hallway.

Paul's eyes widened, everything in front of him was like watching a movie, these vicious fishermen were no threat to Rorschach, he was like a hurricane sweeping through the fallen leaves, and in less than a few seconds, several fishermen had fallen in front of him.

Rorschach moved on.

The fishermen, armed with their weapons, kept retreating, and gradually they retreated to the top of the staircase.

Rorschach glanced at the fishermen blocking the staircase, and the sound of "kicking" footsteps kept coming from below, and it seemed that there was some trouble going down the stairs.

The fishermen standing at the top of the stairs stared at Rorschach, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Rorschach took a step forward.

They hurriedly retreated, and one of the fishermen fell down the stairs and tumbled on the fisherman who wanted to go upstairs.

Rorschach glanced at the window at the end of the hallway, and he remembered that the hotel was flanked by a close-knit building.

Having made up his mind, he slammed forward and kicked the fisherman in the chest at the top of the staircase, and with a "click" sound, the fisherman raised his head and squirted a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

This caused a chain reaction, and like dominoes, the guys blocking the staircase fell backwards one by one.

Then, Rorschach rushed to the window, swung his knife with all his might, slashed at the wooden window, and slammed!

Boom!

The wooden window was smashed by Rorschach, and the machete also burst into a gap.

Rorschach glanced at the roof below, which was a platform, and turned around and pulled Paul over.

Paul was pushed down by the window and screamed in panic, "No! No! I don't want it! ”

"Less nonsense." Rorschach grabbed Paul by the neck and pushed him towards the window.

"Ahh Ahh ”

Paul leaned halfway out of the window, waving his arms.

"Go down." Rorschach grabbed Paul's calf from behind and lowered him down the window.

Later, Rorschach also turned over and jumped out, helping Paul up who was lying on the roof, and the two climbed down from the roof to the alley behind the hotel.

At this time, strange screams continued to be heard from the rooftop, and the fishermen chased after them again.

"Follow me." Rorschach turned his head to look at Paul, then chose the direction to the left of the alley, which had the fewest humanoid dots under the hunter's track.

Paul nodded hurriedly and followed closely behind him.

The rainstorm is getting lighter and the storm is about to dissipate......