American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

In the streets and alleys.

A large number of people raised their arms.

They kept shouting and cheering fiercely.

At a street corner away from the crowd.

Pietro, wearing a silver hoodie and jeans, firmly grasped his sister Wanda's slender hand.

They tried to hide in a hidden corner where others could not see.

And the sensible Wanda did not disappoint her brother's kindness.

She just pursed her thin, bloodless lips.

A pair of eyes with a light red halo in the pupils quickly passed through the crowd.

Her eyes were fixed on Tony Stark, who was floating above the heads of the crowd and had a smile on his face with his mask lifted.

"I'm fine, Pietro. Most of the people here are friends and neighbors who have watched us grow up. I will never lose control!"

Wanda, with a tense expression, seemed to notice the cold sweat in her brother's palm.

She subconsciously raised her head and showed him a far-fetched smile full of comfort.

"I shouldn't have taken you out. I just wanted you to take another look at our hometown, because we don't know when we will come back next time."

Pietro smiled bitterly and shook his stubbled chin slightly.

Then, he rubbed Wanda's dark red hair under her hat lovingly, sighed and said:

"It's almost time, Wanda, we can only travel around the world and depend on each other in the future."

"Where are we going next? How should we train the power we unexpectedly have?"

Wanda finally glanced in the direction of her enemy.

There seemed to be a touch of indissoluble sorrow and confusion in her gradually withdrawn eyes.

"Haven't we always wanted to visit the most prosperous city in the world? I think we can find qualified teachers in crowded places. How about setting our destination in New York across the ocean?"

"Also, I heard from Mr. Lai, the owner of the bakery, that Latvia, not far away, was successfully liberated by the local resistance army. It is said that the living conditions there have been greatly improved."

"I think our first stop should be to visit there. At least we should earn money by working and save up two plane tickets or boat tickets, right? Although I, your brother, can run faster than a bullet, I haven't grown up to the point where I can carry you on my back and walk on the sea."

Pietro pondered for a moment.

He spoke to Wanda in a clear and logical manner.

But at the end, he suddenly tilted his head and grinned at his sister.

Wanda, who opened her eyes slightly, was stunned at first.

Then she couldn't help rolling her eyes and subconsciously punched her brother in the abdomen.

"Pietro! I think you are itching for trouble, right? I warn you, you can't beat me now!"

"Oh, I was just kidding... I don't dare, I don't dare, dear Wanda, let's go home and pack up the luggage we can carry?"

"Hmph! Don't think I won't bear grudges! How dare you call me fat! I'll punish you by making you carry me on your back when you are on the road!"

"Tsk, dear sister, when did I not carry you on my back when I was running for my life... Oh! You still beat me?"

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Buzz buzz buzz——

Accompanied by the violent hum of the vector engine and the strong airflow sweeping around.

A Thunderhawk transport plane slowly landed on the parking platform of the defense army.

After the heavy cabin door gradually opened.

Rorschach and Tiberus, wearing power armor.

In addition, Thor, who specializes in rubbing planes to save energy, stepped out of the cabin.

As for Tony and Doom.

The two of them stayed in Sokovia temporarily to deal with post-war matters.

One is responsible for simply paying money to earn more hero popularity.

The other is responsible for leading the Astartes guards to do some dirty work that is not allowed to see the light of day.

They complement each other to some extent.

Da Da Da --

At this moment, with a sound of footsteps coming from far away.

A defense logistics team carrying cleaning tools came to greet everyone.

There was also an acquaintance that Rorschach was familiar with.

It was the nominal ruler of Latveria, the female Prime Minister Zora.

Today, Zora has completely turned her brown-red braids into the neat appearance of an urban white-collar worker.

In addition to a tight black business suit, she also has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her tall and white nose.

If Rorschach had not witnessed the fierceness of the other party in battle with his own eyes.

He would have subconsciously thought that the woman in front of him was just an intellectual girl who was powerless.

"Respected Lord Rorschach, even if you regard Doom as a useful human machine, then the machine should also take a break occasionally, right?"

"To be honest, even the news of his return was notified to me by the senior generals of the defense army, otherwise I would not know what happened!"

Zora, with a stern expression, stepped briskly in front of everyone.

She directly ignored Tiberus, who was obviously more amazing in both size and momentum, and stared at Rorschach without fear.

"Ha..."

Rorschach, with his eyebrows slightly raised, subconsciously let out a dry laugh.

He casually handed the metal helmet in the palm of Taogang to Tiberus standing beside him, indicating that he should go and clean the armor.

Then, he turned around and asked Sol, who was planning to watch the show, to wait in the conference room.

Wait until everyone else has left temporarily.

Rorschach, with an indifferent expression, said to Zora:

"Long time no see, Ms. Zora."

"I would like to thank you here for running the entire La Tovilia in an orderly manner. Even David is impressed by your governance ability and is full of praise..."

However, before Rorschach could finish his polite words.

Zora, who was smiling but not smiling, interrupted the next words without hesitation.

"Lord Rorschach, please don't change my subject!"

"I'm asking about Doom, and I only care about him!"

"Dum has never come back even once since he left for your Twin Islands base. Even the occasional video calls he made were hung up after a few words in a hurry!"

"Also, I would like to ask who is Reditus? Why is he always trying to persuade Doom to leave me alone?"

Hearing Zora's question was like being bombarded by a logging gun.

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, sighed subconsciously, and said seriously:

"To be honest, Doom has now been promoted to our technology director. He has countless technological businesses that need to be developed and learned, while at the same time maintaining the intensity of combat training..."

"As for Raditus, just think of it as a noisy robot. None of its decisions will count."

"Okay, Ms. Zora, you don't have to continue staring at me, you win..."

"After the Hydra thing is over, I will give Doom a week's vacation. How about it also be regarded as a reward for your efforts in governing La Tovilia?"

At this moment, Zora patiently listened to Rorschach's words.

Wait until the other party agrees to give Doom a holiday.

Her expression immediately softened, and she said to Rorschach with a smile:

"Thank you, Lord Rorschach, for your understanding. We will all dedicate ourselves to your great cause in the future!"