American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Buzz buzz——

The scanning sound from the hand-held auger kept ringing in everyone's ears.

However, he was faced with the charred corpse of a resident inquisitor who seemed to have suffered great pain and torture.

Even the talkative Peter didn't make any sound.

At this moment, with his nimble and agile movements, he was using the strong spider threads stuck between the metal wall and the ceiling.

The whole person was like an acrobat performing reconnaissance and scanning operations on the death scene.

Not long after, Frank, with a solemn expression, carefully observed the scene through a series of complex data on the auspicious device he held, combined with his sight.

A simple analysis was carried out towards Cyclops Scott and others standing outside the door.

At present, the Inquisitor "Pumpkin O'Lantern" Mad Jack is determined to have died from the violent burning of high-temperature flames.

However, the energy spectrum that can be detected through the hand-held auspicious device shows that the source of the high-temperature flame is the other party's own flame trick.

However, among everyone present, even the rookie Peter with the least experience was there.

Nor would it be easy to believe that a strong-willed inquisitor would commit suicide so simply.

"Do you think this looks like internal strife caused by uneven distribution of spoils? Or is it simply a matter of silence?"

Frank took a deep breath and suddenly asked Cyclops Scott and others in front of him.

"It must not be that simple. We have just noticed that the weapons and equipment produced in the mobile nest city are showing signs of being leaked to heretics. The only resident judge who is suspected is dead. This is too strange."

"Your Excellency, Judge, can we now find out how long the other party has been dead?"

Cyclops Scott raised a palm and rubbed his chin.

He asked, shaking his head towards Frank in front of him.

"Based on the hand-held augury and my personal experience with corpses, he must have been dead for at least twenty-four hours. In other words, Mad Jack himself was already dead before you and I arrived in this area."

"And since this location is a hidden residence, or a safe house, belonging to a resident judge, the Mobile Hive Committee has not arranged any monitoring equipment nearby, so this is indeed a murder and silence room. What a great place!”

Frank drove the mortal power armor and dropped the hand-held auspicious device into the large weapons box.

He casually picked up a standard bolt gun filled with ammunition, grinned and said in a low tone.

And heard Frank's words.

Cyclops Scott was silent for a moment.

Then he turned to stare at the tall back of the judge and said:

"Your Excellency Judge, one of my teammates has a very special mutant ability that can temporarily restore everything that happened in a place within a certain period of time. I want her to check the scene and hope to find something. What do you think of the clues?”

Advice for Cyclops Scott.

Frank, with a stern expression, agreed without any hesitation.

"As the judge, I allow you to mobilize more helpers. We do need some additional technical means to solve the problem."

"A few seconds ago, the death of resident inquisitor 'Mad Jack' and the suspicion of rebellion were reported to Cortana. A company of Astartes is on standby on the helicarrier in Europe, ready to support us in the next step. any action.”

Frank finished speaking.

Cyclops Scott quickly communicated in a low voice with Nightcrawler Wagner who was standing next to him.

The nightwalker Wagner, who looked like a blue-skinned demon, suddenly turned into wisps of blue mist that continued to escape outwards.

He disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye!

"Wagner's mutant ability is flicker movement, which is a kind of teleportation ability. He will bring my patrol team back as soon as possible."

At this moment, I seemed to feel the scrutiny of others.

Cyclops Scott explained to Frank and Peter.

At this moment, Peter, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stared at Frank's tall body.

He hesitated and said:

"Instructor, I have had an idea since just now, but I was afraid that you would scold me and call me meddlesome..."

"Peter, say what you have to say, don't hesitate!"

Frank drove the mortal power armor to move and said in a deep voice to Peter.

"Okay, instructor, let me get it straight. Why do we preconceptions that this pumpkin-headed judge must be a traitor? Is it possible that he just discovered the truth of something, or found something? What clues did it lead to the murder? "

"And, do you still remember, instructor, what was the purpose of those heretics who used tornado missiles to attack us not long ago? They can hang around with the X-Men patrol here for a long time, so they must be a group of more life-saving and cunning bad guys, but Why did they suddenly launch an attack to attract our attention?"

"You know, in the thinking logic of normal people, the only ones wearing power armor are the legendary Astartes. Do those heretics just want to experiment with the latest weapons and equipment? With more than a dozen A whirlwind missile and several laser firearms are going to deal with the Astartes. Isn’t this just seeking death?”

"Unless they are waiting for us! Or waiting for the arrival of the next judge!"

At this moment, Peter's words made Cyclops Scott and Frank frown subconsciously.

After Frank thought for a moment.

He immediately asked Peter, who had a nervous expression on his young face:

"Peter, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Instructor, I think our previous thinking seemed to have fallen into some misunderstanding, just like picking up a hammer and trying to hit a nail. If someone deliberately uses leaked information about weapons and equipment, as well as other guidance methods , let us focus all our attention on this dead resident judge?"

Peter's questioning words slowly echoed in the ears of the other two people.

Cyclops Scott, who was crossing his arms, took a deep breath.

He asked in the direction of Peter before Frank could speak:

"But Peter, even if your idea is correct, there is indeed a mastermind behind the scenes who is guiding and controlling all our actions, so why is the other party spending so much effort on it?"

"The unfortunate death of a resident inquisitor will not be easily revealed by the higher ups. Even if the so-called mastermind behind the scenes has some big plans, as long as the Astartes company comes, what kind of tricks can the other side uncover? Come?"

"You have to know that we have always had zero tolerance for heretics and even aliens that pose a threat. No matter how high the cost of casualties, we must eliminate the threat..."

However, at this time, Cyclops Scott's words had not yet been completely finished.

Rumble——

An extremely dull roaring and shaking sound suddenly spread from the position below everyone's feet!

Immediately afterwards, a sudden feeling of weightlessness suddenly enveloped everyone's body!

And even the panicked Peter could notice that the entire huge mobile nest seemed to be slowly falling towards the ground!