American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Half a day later.

After visiting most of the gun stores in Chinatown, Rorschach chose to give up temporarily.

According to what Rorschach knew, he followed the law-abiding route.

Unless he went abroad, to Mexico or the Middle East.

Or he set up a company and won the favor of arms dealers through high-value business contracts.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to open up a channel.

Quickly obtain a large number of firearms.

In other words, except for robbing the warehouse of arms dealers.

The only way for Rorschach to obtain a large number of firearms from the local area.

Is through gangs.

After all, snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways.

Each gang controls one or several gun smuggling routes.

So, the whole thing returned to the starting point again.

However... it cannot be said that there was no progress.

Rorschach's journey was not without gain.

After spending five hundred dollars to equip the plasma pistol with a suitable sling holster.

Rorschach successfully obtained a phone number related to a private gun dealer from a gun store owner.

And according to the gossip of the gun store owner.

The other party has no gang background.

However, small businesses with less than 100 guns should not be disturbed to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings by gun dealers.

Being treated as a police officer fishing.

Rorschach was half-believing and half-doubting.

However, he did not refuse the kindness of the gun store owner.

He chose to write down the phone number.

This can be regarded as finding a non-gang smuggling channel.

As for the truth, Rorschach needs to judge it himself.

At this time, Rorschach, who was strolling on the street, planned to go home first.

A lot of things were still waiting for him to deal with.

He needed to take a look at the decoration work of the restaurant and give his aunt suggestions for rectification.

The make-up exam from Midtown High School also awaited his visit...

Ah, my bicycle!

Rorschach, who was thinking about it, suddenly stopped.

He slapped his forehead with annoyance.

Perhaps it was his strong physique and reckless behavior.

In an instant, passers-by around him hid a few meters away.

They avoided the startled Rorschach.

Rorschach, standing in place, took a deep breath.

He walked forward without looking around.

As long as he was not embarrassed, then others would be embarrassed...

As for the bicycle, according to the current security situation in New York.

If it is parked outside the school for more than a day, it must be lost.

Rorschach had no choice but to accept the reality.

After walking through a block.

Rorschach's eyes accidentally fell on the motorcycle shop next to the street.

After hesitating for a moment, Rorschach instantly decided to upgrade his weapon.

He stepped into the car shop, and before he had time to check the goods.

A black-haired white man in a suit hurriedly came up.

"Hello, sir, what kind of vehicle do you need to buy? Do you have a favorite model?"

The white salesperson asked enthusiastically with a bright smile on his face.

Faced with the inquiry, Rorschach shook his head and said politely:

"I don't know much about motorcycles. The only requirement is the range."

After listening to Rorschach's words.

The white salesperson immediately became more enthusiastic.

He raised his hand to signal and took Rorschach to a booth.

Pointing to a luxury motorcycle that was slowly rotating on it.

"The luxury brand's senior master crafted it by hand, and every piece of metal part on the tough-guy style body is hand-assembled... The basic model is only 500,000!"

"Uh... The second requirement is that the price should be cheaper."

As a pragmatist, Rorschach couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He is not an avid motorcycle enthusiast.

Any motorcycle is just a means of transportation for him.

Besides, the world of the rich is still too far away from the millionaire Mr. Rorschach.

I'll have a chance to get some money from Stark in the future...

"Ah, it doesn't matter, let's take a look at this one, which is the latest product in spring... The same color scheme as Iron Man is a trend that young people are chasing. The price is 100,000, and credit card installment payments are welcome, with a maximum discount of 10%!"

Unfortunately, facing the rhetoric that the white salesperson desperately promoted.

Rorschach couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He now regrets entering this store very much.

It seems to be to end this torture as soon as possible.

Rorschach squinted his eyes and quickly glanced at the various motorcycles placed around.

Then, he resolutely pointed to a vehicle that matched the tough-guy temperament.

"That's it! How much is it?"

"That..."

For a moment, the smile on the white salesman's face seemed to freeze.

However, he still showed absolute professionalism.

"This is a scooter that is loved by ladies and men of your physique... It is commonly known as a lamb..."

"The price is only five thousand."

"But it doesn't meet your first requirement anyway..."

The white salesman's eyes revealed a trace of helplessness, and he smiled reluctantly.

However, Rorschach smiled slightly:

"It doesn't matter, it's cheap... Let's get two first, and use them up!"

"Use... use them up?"

The white salesman seemed unable to understand the nonsense in Rorschach's mouth.

However, it is a good thing that the salesman can successfully sell the goods.

After Rorschach took out a stack of bills from his pocket.

The white salesman had no complaints.

After all, the customer is God.

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Hell's Kitchen, Baby Mall.

A large number of forensic personnel affiliated with the FBI.

Wearing white protective suits, they went in and out of the mall hall.

They tried to continue to extract extra evidence from the ruins on the ground.

In the weed-covered parking lot.

A white police car parked among many black vehicles was particularly eye-catching.

Police Captain George Stacy was sitting in the driver's seat.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand and looked through the information spread out on the steering wheel.

As a communication assistant between the police and the FBI.

George obtained the basic authority to know the case.

Twenty hours after the incident.

Even though the genetic test has not been completed, through the dental records.

The FBI also found out the true identities of all the dead.

The Slavic "Sportswear Gang".

Except for the leader Fatty Bobby who disappeared, the rest of the dead were basically gang backbones.

If nothing unexpected happened.

The Sportswear Gang has become the history of the New York Police Department.

George took a sip of coffee and subconsciously flipped through the information.

Then, he frowned instantly.

His palm trembled, and even the coffee in the cup almost spilled on him.

Even though George had seen the bodies of those children with his own eyes.

But seeing it again from the photo file.

George still couldn't stand it.

As a father, he couldn't imagine it.

If his baby daughter encountered the same thing.

Would he still be able to uphold the justice brought by the law...

Perhaps it was difficult to collect evidence at the crime scene.

However, the case was actually simple and easy to understand.

Even a newcomer.

It was easy to find the hidden truth.

Revenge.

Bloody revenge.

Bloody revenge for the dead children.

A "vigilante" who has been fighting crime for many years finally crossed the vague line because of the unbearable pain and anger?

George frowned.

Staring at a photo of the remains of a stick-like weapon in the file, he was stunned.