"I don't think the old man will take me."

Rorschach looked at the muzzle of the gun and smiled indifferently.

"How bold you are!" The bearded man nodded, "I like you, but I still can't spare your life." ”

"Thank you," Rorschach laughed, "I'll give you back." ”

"Hard mouth! You don't stand a chance! ”

The bearded man took a sip and turned to beckon to the pickup on the side.

A 15- or 6-year-old boy walked briskly, and he walked up to the bearded man, his face full of nervousness.

The bearded man frowned, and said in disgust:

"What! Scared? ”

"Nope!"

When the young man heard this, he shuddered and hurriedly shook his head.

The bearded man snorted coldly, shoved Rorschach's Beretta M9 pistol into the boy's hand, and said:

"Want to join us, that's what you have to do."

The boy held the pistol, looked at the beard, and then at Rorschach, and for a moment he was at a loss.

At that moment, the bus driver walked up to the boy, raised his arm, straightened the muzzle of the gun, and aimed it at Rorschach's head.

Rorschach tilted his head to look at the young man with the gun raised, and smiled slightly.

"Kill him!"

The bearded man urged.

The boy looked at Rorschach and swallowed his saliva with great difficulty, he didn't know if he really should shoot, and gradually cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and the nervousness made the arm holding the gun keep shaking.

Rorschach looked at the boy silently, sighing in his heart, he didn't expect to join the gang at such a young age.

At this time, the boy shook his head, lowered his arm holding the gun, and looked helplessly at the beard.

The bearded man frowned, walked over to the boy, and angrily snatched the pistol from his hand.

The young man hurriedly stood aside and lowered his head in shame.

The bearded man looked at the boy coldly, shook his head, and suddenly, he raised his arm, aimed at the boy's head and pulled the trigger.

Table tennis!

Under the deafening gunshot, the young man was shot in the head, his body was crooked, and he fell directly to the ground, blood flowing quickly down the bullet hole in his forehead, staining the ground red.

Rorschach looked at the young man lying in a pool of blood, his eyebrows raised, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The bearded man spat at the boy's corpse, then turned and walked towards the pickup.

He glanced around in front of the pickup truck, finally picking his target and handing the pistol to a skinny Latin American teenager.

"Take it," said the bearded man, "so that you can be a warrior, but not like the coward just now." ”

The Latin American boy looked at the pistol in front of him, biting his lip, and did not dare to take the pistol.

Seeing this, a gangster next to the Latin American boy said to the bearded man:

"Boss, let me do it, he's just a kid."

The bearded man glared at the gangster, then shook his pistol at the Latin American boy.

"I'm sure he can do it."

Under the pressure of the beard, the Latin American teenager took a deep breath and finally took the pistol.

When the bearded man looked at it, he smiled and patted the Latin American boy on the shoulder.

"Good, be brave, don't be afraid."

The Latin American boy didn't dare to reply, so he could only shrink his neck and nod woodenly.

The bearded man pushed the Latin American boy to Rorschach, he pointed at Rorschach and said coldly:

"Collapse him, you are a real warrior."

Rorschach looked at the Latin American boy, shook his head, and persuaded:

"Don't shoot, you'll regret it."

The Latin American teenager stared at Rorschach and slowly raised his arm, so nervous that he could only breathe heavily, his arm shaking violently, and the muzzle of the gun dangling.

Rorschach shook his head again, genuinely hoping that the Latin American teenager would put down his pistol.

The bearded man frowned and said sharply:

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The Latin American boy nodded tremblingly, he took a deep breath, steadied his arm, and aimed his gun at Rorschach.

Rorschach sighed, his eyes narrowing, he was ready to attack at any time.

At this time, Isabella's cry sounded in the direction of the truck.

"No, don't!"

The bearded man glared and urged:

"You're shooting!"

The Latina teenager gasped for air, his index finger pressed against the trigger. Suddenly, he let go of his index finger, hung his arm weakly, hung his head, and muttered:

"No, I can't ......"

"Damn it!"

The bearded man stepped forward and snatched the pistol, shook his hand and slapped the Latin American boy hard, and two of his subordinates did not dare to shoot, which made him lose face.

The Latin American boy was slapped to the ground, he covered his face and shouted in horror:

"Don't, don't kill me, I'm not a gangster anymore, I'll quit, don't kill me!"

"Gangsters are the ones you can join if you want to join and quit if you want to?"

The bearded man stared coldly at the Latin American boy, raised the muzzle of the gun, and was about to pull the trigger.

At this moment, Rorschach suddenly stood up suddenly, his arms were forced, and the hemp rope tied to his body was directly broken by him.

Startled by Rorschach's movements, the bearded man turned his gun in a panic, but it was too late.

Charge!

In a flash of lightning, Rorschach rushed to the bearded man, pinched the palm of his gun with one hand, and slashed at the bearded man's neck with the palm of the other hand.

Bloodthirsty Strike!

At this moment, the bearded man only felt a cold murderous aura surging towards him like a tide. He first felt the palm of the gunman being crushed by the iron tongs, and then a strong wind blew towards his neck, and the idea of dodging just appeared in his consciousness, but the strong wind was too fast, too short a distance, and he couldn't react at all.

With a crisp click.

The bearded man's head was tilted, his neck twisted into a strange shape as if it had been hit by a hammer, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were round with remorse.

Rorschach snatched the pistol, released the bearded palm, and the bearded body collapsed to the ground, whimpering for his life.

"Boss!"

The truck driver and gangster next to Rorschach finally reacted at this time, and the two raised their pistols and were about to open fire on him.

"Get down, don't move!"

Rorschach pressed the stunned Latin American teenager, then rushed to the bus driver's side with an arrow, put his arms around his neck, and blocked his body in front of him, while raising the muzzle of the gun and pulling the trigger on the gangsters who raised their pistols on the side.

Pong, pong!

The gangsters fell in response.

At this time, the gangsters near the truck saw this and raised their rifles to fire at Rorschach.

Using the truck driver as a meat shield, Rorschach shoots back as he moves towards Isabella's truck.

Under the sound of gunshots and ping-pong, the truck driver, who was the meat shield, was soon shot into a sieve.

The other gangsters were also suppressed by Rorschach's accurate shooting, and several gangsters who tried to die with Rorschach were shot in the head without even raising their guns.

Approaching the truck, Rorschach threw away the trucker's body and lunged at the gangsters hiding behind the truck.

When these gangsters saw Rorschach approaching, they all wanted to escape, but how could they outrun Rorschach, whose agility attribute had already exceeded the limit of human beings, with their physical bodies alone.

Even now that Rorschach is injured and his attributes are decaying, he still has skills available.