Kidnapping? Walking into a Trap!

Rorschach walked home carrying the clothes he had purchased.

The police interrogation had been an unexpected incident.

But it hadn't caught him off guard.

His surface identity was perfectly clean.

And he had handled the loose ends from his previous jobs with caution and precision.

Rorschach wasn't afraid of police investigation at all.

So he simply put the whole matter out of his mind.

However, the NYPD was under immense pressure lately.

They would definitely be sweeping through gang territories everywhere.

Rorschach's plan to loot gang warehouses

and replenish his simulator resources might need to be put on hold.

At least until the reports died down.

And the storm of public opinion faded away...

Fortunately, the cooldown time for the latest simulator session wasn't long.

Rorschach didn't have to waste precious time converting resources just yet.

When Rorschach got home, he found that his Aunt had already stashed away all the cash.

As he put down the clothes, Rorschach told his Aunt about hiring Mr. Schultz for the renovations.

She was in full agreement.

And verbally praised Rorschach for his actions.

What surprised him even more was that

his Aunt, who seemed to be gradually accepting the world's setting, had started probing him with questions.

Asking whether Rorschach would be going on dangerous missions or participating in operations.

Rorschach's head instantly ached.

He could only brush her off with excuses about his low status and such.

By his calculations, Captain America should have already woken up and was adapting to modern life.

If it weren't for the fear of drawing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention

and creating more unnecessary trouble, Rorschach would have been happy to get to know the Captain.

After all, a WWII soldier's world was much simpler than a billionaire's.

The next morning, the clouds over New York dispersed, and sunlight shone everywhere.

A hurried Rorschach found Mr. Schultz, who was preparing for work.

The two were just about to leave the apartment

when his Aunt, washed up and full of energy, chased them down.

She had changed into a durable gray work suit, and even her short hair was tied up, making her look even more sharp and efficient.

After a brief rest, the assertive, no-nonsense strongwoman aura on his Aunt was gradually reviving.

At that moment, she stared wide-eyed at Rorschach and said in a cold tone:

"Wake up, Rorschach. Your weekend is over! Have you forgotten about the classes you have this morning?"

Faced with his Aunt's aggressive demeanor, the muscular, well-built Rorschach was helpless.

He didn't want to waste time in high school anymore.

Going out occasionally to kill some gangsters and loot their warehouses—

wasn't that enough fun?

But no matter how much Rorschach argued last night, he couldn't convince his old-fashioned Aunt.

Even when, at the end of the argument, Rorschach tried to invoke Captain America's name, his Aunt resolutely declared:

"If the great Captain America needs an eighteen-year-old high school dropout to save the world, then I say let the world end! It's hopeless!"

"Even if God descends tomorrow, Buddha appears, or aliens invade Earth! You, Rorschach, are going to school! At least get your high school diploma! There's no room for negotiation on this!"

Rorschach ultimately chose to submit.

But after getting up in the morning, he planned to skip class anyway.

However, it seemed Aunt had the upper hand, having already seen through Rorschach's little scheme.

Facing his imposing Aunt, Rorschach spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I surrender, I'll go to class! Aunt, take care of yourself, don't overdo it."

"Hmph, you brat, do I need you to tell me that?"

Having won, Aunt rolled her eyes at Rorschach.

Perhaps after the recent string of mental shocks, Aunt had also found a better way to deal with this messed-up world.

Aunt warmly greeted the bewildered Mr. Schultz, walked out of the apartment, and hailed a cab to leave.

Rorschach shook his head, resignedly pushed his bike, and also walked out of the apartment.

But when the breeze brushed his face, he suddenly thought of a way.

Ask for leave. A long leave of absence.

The excuse was simple and very real.

His family's restaurant had been robbed, and his traumatized family needed his long-term companionship...

Between the streets, weaving through chaotic traffic, Rorschach grinned.

Even the force of his pedaling seemed much stronger.

Fighting people, fighting Aunt—

what endless joy!

An hour later, Midtown High School.

After Rorschach's vivid, heartfelt, and detailed description, the grade director and teachers were moved and convinced by his behavior.

Rorschach smoothly obtained a special privilege.

Since there were only three months left until summer break, As long as Rorschach passed a few make-up exams with passing grades, he wouldn't need to return to school for classes.

And it wouldn't stop him from getting his diploma or attending the graduation ceremony!

So, with a smile on his face, Rorschach walked out of the school gate.

He planned to go home and review his high school knowledge.

The current Rorschach's killing skills were absolutely peak-level—worthy of the title Dr. Head-Chopper.

But those once-familiar bits of knowledge

seemed to have been gradually digested away.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Rorschach's brow furrowed, and every muscle in his body suddenly tensed!

Someone was constantly peeping at him!

Right now, Rorschach was on a street outside Midtown High School.

The students who had class had already entered the school.

The entire street had barely any passersby.

It seemed most people had joined the protest march surrounding the NYPD, going to join the fun.

"Police? Or a gang?"

Rorschach's mind turned.

If it was the police, there was no need to spy now.

They could just swarm him directly.

If Rorschach resisted violently, shooting him dead wouldn't be illegal.

But if it was a gang, didn't those guys prefer to shoot first and ask questions later?

Screech—

Just as Rorschach stopped and was secretly on alert, a van parked by the roadside suddenly started up.

Tires screeched against the asphalt as it quickly pulled up in front of Rorschach!

Rorschach instinctively moved to roll out of the way.

Yet he forcibly suppressed his body's instinct!

Swoosh—

The van door suddenly slid open, and a pitch-black pistol aimed straight at Rorschach.

At the same time, a male voice tinged with a Slavic accent drifted slowly from inside the vehicle.

"Mr. Rorschach? The Tracksuit Gang would like to ask you a few things. We hope you'll cooperate."

But at this moment, facing the deadly threat from the gang, Rorschach was silent for a moment, then slowly narrowed his eyes.

He forced a twisted smile onto his face—one that could have been either terror or excitement.

"Please don't shoot! I'll definitely cooperate."

No sooner had he spoken than

Rorschach stepped forward on his own and sat down in the empty seat of the van.

And as if his cooperation and initiative caught the gunman completely off guard, the man froze for a moment before pulling an airtight black hood from his pocket, gesturing for Rorschach to put it on himself.

Then, he turned to the driver and ordered:

"Drive. The usual place."

The van door closed.

The engine roared to life.

And Rorschach, who had just put on the hood, beneath the pitch-black fabric, a bloodthirsty smile slowly bloomed.

You asked for this!

I just wanted to be an ordinary citizen.

Why is that so hard?

Too late, too late!

I feel like the protagonist is about to become Khorne's chosen, haha.

Please collect, please recommend!

Thanks to the friends for the tips!