"Brother, do you want money or your life? Money is easy to deal with. Name a price, and I'll give you as much as you want."
Gunshots echoed in his ears, accompanied by the shouts and wails of his underlings outside the car. Yet Rorschach ignored it all, his gaze fixed on Brother Ni in the driver's seat.
"Cough... cough... money?"
Brother Ni finally stopped his maniacal laughter amid coughing, got out of the car, opened the door, and dragged Rorschach out, flinging him onto the ground.
Meanwhile, Rorschach was having a brainstorming session. Who sent these guys to capture me? Several people with grudges against him flashed through his mind, but though they hated him, would they really put on such an extravagant show?
Moreover, considering the mercenaries' skills, they took out his underlings in a matter of seconds. Was he really worth this much trouble?
Rorschach saw several figures leisurely emerging from the nearby ruins.
