American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

"Well--"

The next second, the drunken middle-aged officer was grabbed by the throat of a metal hand that suddenly appeared.

Without reacting at all, he was suddenly lifted into the air by Rorschach.

His uncontrollable hands and feet struggled like a fish out of water.

In the blink of an eye, the other person's face quickly turned red.

While he rolled his eyes, strands of saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth that he could not swallow.

Rorschach waited until he felt that the other party was completely sober.

Only then did he slowly place the trembling middle-aged officer heavily on the ground.

The metal palm that was tightly closed like an iron hoop also relaxed slightly.

"You only have one chance to answer the question. Where are you keeping the leader of the resistance, Victor?"

Rorschach, who had a deep voice, looked in front of him with endless fear in his eyes.

The middle-aged officer, who could hear the sound of water running down his lower body, asked in a deep voice.

"Ahem, that guy is locked in a special room on the second floor of the dungeon. You can find the entrance to the dungeon by walking along this corridor. However, the commander from the Harlem family prohibits us from going here. I also I don’t have permission to enter or exit there…”

At this moment, the trembling middle-aged officer gave an extremely detailed report to the black metal giant who was very close at hand.

It seemed as if he was afraid that if he was slow for even one second, his life would be completely in jeopardy.

Rorschach stared at the other person through the helmet's eyepiece.

He listened carefully to the beating of the middle-aged officer's heart, which almost jumped out of his chest.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Rorschach had just finished speaking.

The metal palms that suddenly closed together crushed the middle-aged officer's cervical vertebra without causing much pain.

He casually threw down the other party's still warm body and drove the power armor deeper into the corridor.

Soon after, a spiral staircase that gradually sloped downwards suddenly appeared in Rorschach's field of vision.

He carried the large Catachan saber without hesitation.

Walking toward the lower part where the light is dimmer.

And soon reached the first floor of the dungeon.

laugh--

It was accompanied by an unusually dull piercing sound.

The large, pitch-black Catachan saber was inserted deep into the back of a sentry guard.

Rorschach quietly placed the limp body in a hidden corner.

He drove the power armor forward and continued walking deeper into the dungeon.

A few minutes later, he sent the sentry guards patrolling back and forth into a permanent sleep.

Rorschach also successfully reached the second floor of the dungeon.

He stood at the entrance to the second floor of the dungeon.

Subconsciously, he glanced at the life detection instrument inside the helmet.

At this moment, the entire second floor is within a range of tens of meters.

There was only a weak life signal.

"Are these guys too confident in their defense system, or do they think that no one can successfully reach here? Yes, the local resistance has indeed failed countless times."

Rorschach couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

He drove his power armor forward.

Quickly arrived at the special room where Victor was imprisoned.

Wait until Rorschach forcibly destroys the access control device above with a metal iron fist.

In the dungeon, even a basic alarm didn't sound immediately.

Boom——

The heavy metal door was slowly pushed open by Rorschach.

The scene in the special room came into his field of vision almost at a glance.

Just inside this dim room of only more than thirty square meters.

Semicircular metal structures cover the surrounding walls one after another.

At this moment, those weird semicircular metal structures were emitting a faint purple light, and extremely complex codes seemed to be flashing on them.

And right in the center of the room.

A black-haired man who was forcibly pierced through the bone and hung in the air was weakly lowering his scarred head.

Every inch of his body was covered with traces of torture.

The wounds in many places had festered and suppurated, and smelly pus was dripping onto the ground.

"Hey...are the bastards of the Harlem family here to serve Uncle Doom again?"

At this moment, a voice with weak breath but strong words slowly came out from under the black-haired man's lowered head.

Rorschach didn't answer loudly.

He just drove the power armor forward.

It wasn't until he was still a few meters away from the opponent that he stopped completely.

"These things on the surrounding walls look like some kind of confinement device, specifically to confine magic or energy? Do you have any personal research on this?"

Rorschach asked in a low voice to Victor Doom who was hanging in the air.

"Did Zora still go looking for foreign aid? She is still too naive..."

Doom, with his head lowered, did not answer Rorschach's question.

Instead, he murmured to himself:

"If the resistance chooses to rely on outsiders to achieve the fruits of victory, then in the end, Latovilia's future will be to become a dirty zone where others can do whatever they want, and the people here will never be able to get rid of everything that is weighing on them..."

"It is always a good thing to have ideals, but to ignore the influence of reality is a kind of arrogance and stupidity... Since you have chosen the revolutionary path from bottom to top, you should not let yourself fall into the current situation. Even if you are not afraid of sacrifice and are ready, the people who continue to fight for your common ideals have already paid an extremely painful price for your failure."

Rorschach interrupted Doom's murmur with a deep voice.

He continued calmly:

"You are lucky because you met me, but at the same time, you are unfortunate because of the tragic wars that will happen in the future. I have to harden my heart and squeeze anyone who is willing to fight for the future of mankind."

"Victor von Doom, are you willing to continue fighting for the people of Latveria and the survival of mankind itself? No matter whether the enemy you are about to face is a rampant heretic or a cunning alien? No matter how desperate the situation you face in the future, you will still not choose to compromise easily?"

"I remind you friendly, you only have one chance to answer correctly."

At this moment, Rorschach's voice just fell.

Doom, who had been lowering his head, suddenly laughed in a low voice from his mouth.

"Hehe..."

"I think I know who you are. Although I don't understand where your hatred for heretics and aliens comes from, I think I can do what you ask..."

"Especially the painful experience brought to me by this failure, it also made me gradually understand that the road of revolution without overwhelming power has always been an illusory luxury!"

Doom spoke in a low voice while slowly raising his drooping head.

In an instant, a festering wound covered with knife-like cuts and axe-chops appeared.

The terrifying face with two eyeballs dug out was clearly revealed in front of Rorschach!

"Please save me, guide me, help me... and I am willing to fight for you!"