American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

When Rorschach arrived at the delicious Chinese restaurant with a hurried look on his face.

The white police car of the Manhattan Precinct had already parked on the side of the road.

A yellow warning coil stretched out over half of the sidewalk.

At the same time, a fat policeman with a big belly was holding a paper cup of coffee with a leisurely expression, and occasionally dismissed the passers-by who came to watch.

In front of the restaurant, there were several non-staff reporters from unknown tabloids squatting in the corner.

From time to time, they glanced at a black policeman on guard duty with twinkling eyes.

Rorschach jumped off his bicycle and ran in front of the black policeman.

"Sorry, officer, I am a family member of the shop owner."

"Rorschach? Right?" The black policeman showed a gentle smile to Rorschach and nodded: "Your aunt has told us in advance, you can go in..."

The black policeman continued: "But be careful where you step, kid... The young man from the forensics department is on his way, and it will take time to extract the physical evidence at the scene."

"I see."

Rorschach took a deep breath.

He bent over the cordon and walked into the restaurant door.

It was as if Rorschach's arrival attracted other people's attention.

The few tabloid reporters who were smoking not far away turned their heads.

He spat several times in the direction of the black policeman with an expressionless face.

Black police officers seemed to turn a blind eye and remained indifferent.

But the palm on the handle of the gun couldn't help but tighten a little.

At this time, Rorschach entered the restaurant and only glanced at it a few times.

The whole person's face became more and more gloomy.

I saw rows of solid wood tables and chairs overturned to the ground.

A large number of bowls, chopsticks and cutlery were scattered all over the place, some of which were completely scrapped.

Between the disorganized floors.

Brass-colored bullet casings scattered everywhere like a goddess scattering flowers.

On the ceiling, countless dark bullet holes continued to extend all around, almost covering the entire restaurant.

For a moment, it seemed like this was not a restaurant.

Rather, it was the remains of a building that had just finished a guerrilla war.

Rorschach suddenly became furious and clenched his fists.

But he still suppressed his emotions and walked quickly to his aunt.

At this moment, the aunt, whose short hair was soaked with sweat, had dull eyes.

She sat on her exclusive chair with a pale face, her palms crossed together.

The rough fingertips were bloodless from clenching them tightly.

At the same time, a middle-aged policeman with a brown beard was sitting opposite his aunt.

He seemed to be asking about the case, and he seemed to be passing the time.

Because it starts from the time Rorschach enters the door.

The other party lowered his head to check the watch on his wrist far more often than he asked his aunt.

"Aunt? Are you not hurt?"

Rorschach called softly and put his arms around his aunt's shoulders.

"Rorschach?"

The dazed aunt came back to her senses in an instant, her eye circles gradually turned red, and she said with a slight cry:

"Just a little bit, I will never see you again..."

In an instant, the anger in Rorschach's eyes could almost ignite the air around him.

He took a deep breath and comforted softly:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...I'm here and everything is over."

After a few minutes, I saw that my aunt's mood became much calmer.

Rorschach raised his head with a serious expression and looked at the bearded policeman:

"Officer, what happened?"

"What other big things could happen?" The bearded policeman frowned slightly, his eyes showing a little irritation, "It's just a daily routine in Manhattan... Several masked robbers robbed property, and your aunt tried to stop it, but one of the robbers turned out to be... A newbie, too nervous, pulled the trigger and shot up the entire restaurant..."

"Don't worry, kid. The robbers in Manhattan are basically veterans. They usually only dare to rob money and will not hurt anyone."

"hehe!"

Rorschach suddenly became extremely angry and laughed.

His face was gloomy, and he raised his hand and pointed at the messy interior of the restaurant:

"If this is not a big deal, in the eyes of you police, only hurting or killing people is a big deal?"

"Is this how you police officers work with all the citizens' taxes? Does the New York Police Department, which has failed in its duties, need to give me a tax refund?"

"Sir, I am just an ordinary police officer. If you think your freedom rights have been violated, you are welcome to go to the mayor of New York to trouble..."

Before he finished speaking, the bearded policeman suddenly stood up and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

"Also, it is the responsibility of the FBI and the Crime Squad to catch serious criminals. I just want to remind you out of good intentions that if criminals find that there are many people with money and stupid people in a place, they will definitely come back again. I suggest you stop working for a while. Bar."

The bearded policeman seemed not to care whether the physical evidence at the scene was intact or not. He waved the black policeman away as he walked.

"you……"

Rorschach's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to scold him.

The aunt beside him grabbed his arm.

Auntie closed her eyes, her tone full of exhaustion:

"Rorschach, I said...poor people cannot get help from these police officers, and rich people are the targets of their responsibility...Forget it, consider yourself unlucky!"

Rorschach's eyelids twitched a few times.

He turned to look at his aunt, with an extremely stiff smile on his face.

"Okay, Auntie, I will listen to Auntie on everything."

However, Rorschach had other plans in his heart.

Consider yourself unlucky?

Impossible!

This matter... will not end until one dies!

After a moment of silence, Rorschach leaned over to his aunt and whispered:

"Aunt, shall I take you home to rest first?"

Aunt's eyes showed some hesitation:

"The store has not been cleaned up yet, and the losses have not been counted..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"

Rorschach quickly patted his chest and made a promise.

Seeing Rorschach's tough attitude, his aunt no longer insisted and obeyed obediently.

This sudden life-and-death shock made her, who was kind to others, unbearable for a while.

"Take your time."

Rorschach carefully helped his aunt up.

The two walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

"Hello! Manhattan Internet Radio..."

"This is the New York Star. What do you think of this armed robbery?"

"I'm an intern reporter for the Daily Bugle..."

However, at this time, several unknown tabloid reporters suddenly rushed into the restaurant.

They had no respect and no scruples.

Just desperately stepped on the physical evidence on the floor and rushed forward!

In an instant, the anger that had been pent up in Rorschach's heart for a long time was completely ignited!

He took a step forward, directly protected his aunt behind his back, and raised his hands.

The fighting posture of Catachan martial arts... ready!

At this moment, Rorschach's eyeballs were bloodshot and his eyes were bloodshot.

The fierceness and savagery from the Catachan jungle burst out from his body!

"Get out--"

However, before Rorschach did anything out of the ordinary.

Several tabloid reporters stopped in an instant, and looked at each other tacitly.

Almost rushed out of the door with a rolling crawl!

It's just an interview, there's no need to be so angry, right? !

At this moment, the aunt patted Rorschach's taut back with relief.

"Forget it, Rorschach... let's go home."

"Aunt--"

"Be obedient, let's go!"

"Oh..."