Rorschach, wearing a black baseball cap, appeared at Apartment 403.
He had a neatly wrapped box tucked under one arm.
Knock, knock, knock.
His other hand rapped on the door in front of him.
No one answered.
Patient as ever, Rorschach knocked again.
Knock, knock, knock.
After waiting for a moment.
A cautious voice finally sounded from inside:
"Who is it?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly and said flatly:
"It's me, Rorschach!"
Before his words had even faded.
A flurry of panicked footsteps retreated, quickly moving away from the door.
Hearing the commotion, Rorschach could not help sighing.
Clearly, Eugene had developed quite a psychological shadow over Rorschach's visits.
Several dozen seconds later.
As the footsteps approached again.
The door cracked open slightly.
A pair of wary, faintly terrified eyes appeared through the gap.
"I-I really haven't done anything bad lately! I've been staying home and recovering obediently!"
Rorschach blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Eugene, I'm not here to give you trouble. I have something serious to discuss."
Yet Eugene's eyes were filled with suspicion.
"Really?"
Rorschach's expression darkened as he barked:
"Open the door!"
"Okay."
Clatter—
In an instant, the chain lock dropped.
Eugene pulled the door open.
Revealing the neck brace around his neck, as well as his casted right arm and left foot.
Eugene nodded and bowed desperately, forcing a stiff smile as he gestured for Rorschach to enter.
Rorschach nodded and walked into the apartment.
Before he could explain why he had come.
Eugene, his forehead covered in sweat, hurriedly said:
"Rorschach, I haven't revealed a single word about you to anyone... Ever since I found out those gangs were kidnapping children, I wouldn't betray you even if they beat me to death!"
"Thank you, but that isn't why I'm here..."
Standing where he was, Rorschach looked Eugene's injuries over and said.
Then, he pulled out the box tucked under his arm.
It was a phone gift box printed with the Iron Man logo.
"I only came to return a new phone to you. Do you believe me?"
"Uh, not really..."
Eugene looked at Rorschach uncertainly.
His expression revealed a hint of unease.
Rorschach was now tall and powerfully built.
The muscles beneath his clothes looked even bigger than Eugene's.
Not wanting to get beaten up, Eugene quickly forced out an awkward smile.
"Rorschach, do you need my help with something? Don't worry, I know what kind of loser I used to be, and I know exactly how much I'm worth..."
However, Rorschach shook his head slightly.
Staring at Eugene, he spoke with a sincere expression.
"Before, I was blinded by anger, and my methods were a little extreme... So I specifically bought you a new Iron Man co-branded phone as an apology."
As soon as he finished speaking, the awkward smile on Eugene's face gradually disappeared.
He looked Rorschach over several times.
Then he suddenly shook his head and laughed.
"I figured you came to apologize... But I'm still sure you really need something from me."
After saying that, Eugene shifted his feet.
Limping toward the sofa, he slowly sat down.
Rorschach raised an eyebrow, then followed him over and sat across from him.
As soon as he sat down, he handed the phone box to Eugene.
Eugene frowned as he accepted it, but did not open it.
Instead, he gently placed it on his thigh, pinning the box down with the cast on his right hand.
After hesitating for a moment, Eugene asked:
"Rorschach, just tell me what you need. If there's anything I can help with, I'll do my best."
"Fine, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Rorschach nodded, his eyes narrowed.
"Is your social circle broad enough? Do you know anyone in the gray market? I need some information."
"Ah, I'm not bragging, but I know people all over New York... Gray market? What kind are you talking about? Counterfeit money? Forged documents? Or something else..."
Eugene blinked several times and asked very cautiously.
Rorschach did not hide it, getting straight to the point.
"I need guns. Lots of guns! The more, the better!"
"If you can't get too many at once, then the weekly supply can't be less than a hundred... Of course, since this will be a long-term purchase, the price needs to be more favorable too."
"Officer! I'm a good person! I'm not in a gang! And I don't smuggle anything!"
However, Rorschach's frankness made Eugene misunderstand.
Eugene immediately raised his voice and shouted.
At the same time, his gaze shifted toward the door, as though he were waiting for something to happen.
Rorschach froze slightly, then understood why Eugene was reacting this way.
He waved a hand and sighed.
"I'm not carrying any recording devices, and I'm not trying to entrap you for the police!"
Rorschach explained himself several times.
Only then did Eugene's concerns fade.
Afterward, Eugene frowned and bared his teeth in a grin.
"Rorschach, when I got fired, I remember you hadn't even graduated high school yet, right? What do you need so many guns for? That many guns would be enough to start a small war... Are you planning to become a middleman?"
Rorschach smiled faintly and said nothing.
Eugene, his face full of worry, kept looking Rorschach over.
His expression changed repeatedly.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally said carefully:
"I can't promise you anything. I can only do my best... I'm just a small-time thug who hasn't even joined a gang. I just know a lot of people..."
Rorschach nodded to show that he understood.
He had not placed all his hopes on Eugene.
It would be best if Eugene could make it happen. If not, he would think of another way.
Rorschach and Eugene continued discussing the matter for a while.
After agreeing on how to contact each other, Rorschach got up and left.
As the door closed.
Eugene limped back to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
His gaze unconsciously fell on the phone box with its highly conspicuous Iron Man logo.
After working himself up for quite some time.
Eugene suddenly let out a sigh.
"It's been a long time since anyone gave me a gift..."
With a complicated expression, Eugene pulled an old-fashioned button phone from inside the cast on his arm.
He planned to contact his friends and gather information for Rorschach.
Just then, the apartment door was knocked on once more.
Knock, knock, knock.
Eugene froze slightly.
Rorschach had come back?
Had he regretted giving away the phone and wanted to take it back?
Grumbling inwardly, Eugene struggled to his feet again.
He limped toward the door.
However, when he opened it.
A tall, unfamiliar figure stood before Eugene.
A woman over six feet three inches tall.
A fair-skinned, blonde, blue-eyed Slavic woman.
At a glance.
Her build was far more robust than Eugene's despite her being a woman, and her entire body radiated a striking blend of strength and elegance.
Before the baffled Eugene could ask anything.
The exquisitely featured Slavic woman suddenly asked in an icy tone:
"Are you Eugene? I'm Sergei's mother."
"He's been missing for a week... Do you know where he is?"
The moment her words fell.
Eugene's spine went cold, and sweat seeped down his back!
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