American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

029. It's decided to be you, Eugene!

The next morning, eight o'clock. Google search reading

My aunt was just about to walk out of the apartment door.

The road was blocked by two brightly colored little sheep motorcycles.

Rorschach, who was standing aside, pointed at two motorcycles, one red and one yellow, and said with a smile:

"Aunt, although your birthday is still more than half a year away, this can be considered an early gift. Anyway, be happy with everything!"

"You brat! Spending money randomly again!"

Although the aunt couldn't help but roll her eyes at Rorschach.

But the grinning corners of his mouth could not hide the smile on his face.

"Aunt, let me teach you..."

The smiling Rorschach wanted to teach her aunt how to operate a motorcycle.

Unexpectedly, her aunt pushed Luo Xia away.

The slightly round chin was raised high.

"Your aunt used to be an experienced motorcycle gunner... Well, oh, these are all stories from her youth, so don't tell them!"

The words were not spoken yet.

I don’t know whether it was the excitement or the blushing aunt.

He actually hurriedly snatched the key that Luo Xia was carrying.

She chose the little yellow sheep.

Start the ignition skillfully.

Then, my aunt waved her hand and walked away without looking back.

"Tsk, I'm looking down on you..."

Rorschach's eyes widened and he couldn't help but marvel.

At the same time, Rorschach also wished her aunt who had received the gift.

I think we can have enough understanding for him obtaining the privilege of making up the exam without authorization...

Rorschach subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

With a smile on his face, he went upstairs and went home.

However, after studying hard for an hour.

Furious, Rorschach raised his chainsword.

He was dancing crazily in the living room, as if he was crazy.

Why do students need to learn algebraic geometry in mathematics?

Aren’t the various angles and methods of arranging murder traps bad?

Why do students need to take performance art electives?

Is Catachan fighting skills no longer good?

Or is Krieg's combat skills poor?

After swinging the chainsword continuously for half an hour.

Exhausted, Rorschach casually dropped his weapon.

He sat on the sofa and kept breathing.

Forget it if you can't find gun resources.

The simulator can still sustain several simulations.

However, his diploma continued to cause obstacles in his life.

This is even more troublesome...

As the time goes.

Rorschach's eyelids slowly closed and he snored.

After Rorschach was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

He suddenly realized that the sky outside had darkened.

He actually slept all day!

Rorschach just wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to make dinner for her aunt.

Turning around, I saw my aunt sitting on the sofa in silence with an ugly face.

Luo Xia frowned slightly and asked in confusion:

"Aunt, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the restaurant decoration?"

"Jerry, Big Mouth Mike's missing brother has been found..."

Auntie's eyes were slightly red, she choked and said:

"Mike called me. He cried and said that his brother was found, but he was no longer human..."

"Mike's mother was completely insane because she couldn't bear the stimulation. Big-mouthed Mike resigned and expressed his apology, so I didn't retain him."

Rorschach was silent.

There was no expression on his face, and he was as calm as a corpse.

Rorschach was actually the first person to know.

Unfortunately, there were too many changes involved.

He couldn't tell Mike the truth himself.

"Mike said that because the police still needed to preserve evidence, Jerry's funeral was scheduled for half a month later."

My aunt wiped her slightly moist eyes with the back of her hand, shook her head and sighed.

"Mike said he thanked us for taking care of us over the years, and he hoped we could go to the funeral then..."

Luo Xia nodded silently and whispered:

"You really should go there. This is also basic etiquette...Which community is Mike's home in?"

The aunt sighed and said:

“Harlem is that famous community of color.”

Luo Xia frowned slightly, then relaxed.

He said to his aunt with a serious expression:

"The public security in that community is very poor. Don't go there without my company. Big Mouth Mike is a good person, but that doesn't mean that all black people are like that."

The aunt nodded, stared at Rorschach and said:

"I understand... By the way, there is one more thing to tell you. Now that Mike has resigned, the restaurant also needs to recruit waiters and chefs again."

"Rorschach, you have grown up and have your own career..."

"I don't know anything about superheroes or Captain America, but I know you want to work hard to do good things. This is something worthy of recognition, so my aunt won't stop you..."

"Aunt, actually I..."

Hear your aunt's words.

Rorschach couldn't help but open his mouth, but the words welling up in his throat could not come out.

Auntie waved her hand and continued:

"I just hope that you won't be injured or your life will be in danger. I won't force anything else."

Rorschach immediately nodded heavily.

After being silent for a moment, he changed the subject:

"Aunt, have you thought about what kind of person you want to recruit?"

"It doesn't matter whether you're male or female, the main thing is to be careful and obedient, and to be nimble with your hands and feet..."

Auntie frowned slightly, thought for a while and said:

"It doesn't matter if you can't cook. It's just cutting vegetables and serving food. It's a simple job... Anyway, let's talk about it after the interview, okay?"

Rorschach shrugged his shoulders and chatted with his aunt casually.

Not long after, he ended the conversation with his aunt.

Midnight.

Rorschach, expressionless, held the chainsaw sword in one hand.

The other hand holding the plasma pistol was placed on his chest.

He lay on the bed and stared at the dim ceiling.

Rorschach just checked the number of missing children in the country in recent years.

The number of people counted by the New York police alone made him feel shocked.

If the disabled children were killed for the economic benefits brought by their organs and corneas.

Then where did the other more healthy children go?

Are the sportswear gangs the only ones in New York and even the whole country that carry out similar criminal business?

Is the so-called underground king the mastermind behind the entire profit chain?