Marvel Celestial Master

"Kneel down! Put your head in your hands! Now!"

Several policemen crossed the entrance in a tactical formation.

The white light of the tactical flashlight shone directly on Rorschach's face. Under the strong light, he was in a trance for a moment.

But soon, his body strengthened by divine power allowed him to fully adapt to the environment under strong light.

Rorschach saw the cold light flashing on the muzzles of their guns, their fingers on the triggers, and the safety had been turned on.

This is a trap!Fell into a trap!

Rorschach recalled the appearance of the figure across the street and his contemptuous smile, and suddenly realized.

The vampire who caused this case did not leave the neighborhood at all, but hid in the dark and quietly observed!

Do not!

It may also be a gang crime!

Perhaps, there was more than one vampire who abducted Emily!

The two older police officers entered the main hall first, their leather boots crackling under the blood.

The young police officer followed closely behind and entered the hall.

As soon as they entered, one of them had stomach acid and vomited while covering his mouth.

The two older police detectives also frowned. This was the first time they had seen such a tragic crime scene in all their years as police officers.

"Boston PD, this is Police Officer No. 64, located at No. 34 Denning Street. A major vicious case has occurred and we need support!" The leading policeman slowly approached Rorschach and gestured backwards.

The police officer behind immediately took out his walkie-talkie and requested support from the headquarters.

"Hold your head with your hands, turn your back and kneel on the ground! Otherwise I will shoot!" the leading police detective shouted.

The other police officers quickly followed and surrounded Rorschach.Everyone's faces were tense. This was the first time they had seen such a tragic crime scene.

Rorschach slowly raised his hand with a calm face: "I am not the murderer, the real murderer was just on the opposite street!"

The firearms in the hands of these four police officers are Glock 17s, which have very stable safety performance, an ammunition capacity of 17 rounds, and use [-]mm bullets.

Although, after his body has been strengthened by divine power, he is not afraid of light weapons at all.

But if he does not explain clearly, the Boston Police Department will greatly hinder his next actions.

"I am a non-staff member of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. This is my ID." Rorschach slowly put his hand into his jacket pocket and took out a book of ID.

The certificate was given to him by Colson in the Cape Town community two days ago.

At the same time, there was also 100 million U.S. dollars deposited in a Swiss bank.

He and S.H.I.E.L.D. still cooperate in the original way, each getting what they need, and having this certificate is just to facilitate movement.

The leading police officer hesitated for a moment, raised his gun in his right hand, took the ID with his left hand, and examined it carefully with the light of his tactical flashlight.

"Rorschach?" the police officer checked the information on the ID and asked.

"it's me....."

There was hesitation on the police officer's face, and he seemed to be a little shaken.

"The time of death of these corpses is about twelve hours, and I have just entered this villa. The surveillance outside can prove it." Rorschach noticed his thoughts and added.

The police officer hesitated for a moment, handed back his ID, gestured backward, and was about to put down his gun.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out behind him.

"boom!"

Flames burst from the muzzle of the Glock, and the bullet came out of the chamber instantly, screaming toward Rorschach.

"Pfft!"

This was the sound of a five-millimeter bullet hitting flesh, and the huge impact made Rorschach take a step back.

The moment the bullet penetrated the skin, it was stuck in the muscles, but it still broke several small blood vessels.

Blood seeped slowly from the wound and the lining of the suit was soaked.

He lowered his head, looked at the blood slowly seeping out of his chest, and then looked at the policemen in front of him.

The calmness and gentleness on his face disappeared, replaced by coldness.

"Drop the gun! Put the gun down!"

The leading policeman shouted loudly, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

The two younger police officers were a little at a loss. They raised their guns nervously and their hands were trembling.

Another older police officer quickly moved forward, passed the leader, and fired continuously.

The bright yellow bullet casings jumped and fell to the ground, and the muzzle flash illuminated the dim main hall.

"Bang bang bang!"

All seventeen five-millimeter rounds in the magazine were tilted out, and a cloud of smoke came out of the muzzle.

Rorschach stepped back and fell into the shadow of the corner.

"Fake, are you crazy? Ryan! He is a field officer of the special department!" The leading police officer gave the detective who fired the shot a hard shove.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said coldly: "This is an order from a big shot. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Then, he pulled out a magazine from his waist, put it on, pulled the bolt, and loaded the gun.

"Because no one can get out of this room..." Ryan said softly, raising his Glock.

The leading policeman looked at him doubtfully, then his expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised his pistol.

However, it was still a step too late.

After six gunshots, the three policemen fell in a pool of blood, and two bullets accurately hit their heads.

He knocked them back, flew backwards, and fell to the ground.

This is a standard double-shot rapid fire, the technical term is DoubleTap.

There were still eleven bullets in the Glock. Lane stepped forward and shot a few more bullets on the bodies of the three policemen.

When everything calmed down, a smile appeared on Ryan's cold face.

As early as two years ago, he served that big shot. As a police officer, he completed every mission very well.

The big shot was generous so he could buy an apartment in downtown Manhattan.

And his son only had money for medical treatment.

The big shot promised that after completing this mission, he would be given special medicine.

This medicine can cure his son.

Big men always keep their word and are always generous.

Ryan picked up the gun, pointed it at his thigh muscles, and pulled the trigger ruthlessly.

"what!!!"

He held back the pain and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Bostonpd, the police officer was attacked. The police officer was attacked and needs support!"

After doing all this, Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief, cut off the sleeve of his police uniform with a tactical knife, and sat in the blood to bandage the wound.

As long as reinforcements arrive, everything will be settled.

All charges will be pinned on the dead field officer.

Although he will be investigated by the Internal Affairs Bureau, with the help of that big shot, this investigation is just a formality.

However, after this mission is completed, my son will be saved...

Maybe, when my son gets better in two years, we can stop traveling together.

"Hahahahaha, cough..." Ryan chuckled softly while sitting in the blood.

It doesn't matter if his hands are dirty, it doesn't matter if he is a gangster policeman, as long as his son can survive, it doesn't matter if he is a dog for others.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the corner.

Ryan looked at it doubtfully, turned on the tactical flashlight, and raised the Glock.

Then, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the young man who was supposed to be dead slowly stood up.

I saw him tugging lightly, and his suit was torn apart.

His strong and slender body was riddled with bullet holes.

Then, flat bullets were slowly squeezed out of the bullet holes and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

The young man raised his head suddenly, and there was no warmth in his dark eyes.

"Why do you think no one can get out of this room?"