Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 21 Come on, let's burn New York to ashes!

Chinatown.

When Luo Xia returned home.

My aunt was still staring at the decoration in the restaurant and didn't come back.

He dug out the shoulder bag and packed the Catachan saber and plasma pistol.

Rorschach changed into a suit and military boots.

He took out another stack of banknotes from the luggage bag under the bed and planned to leave.

But before going out, Luo Xia still sent a text message to his aunt.

After explaining that I am about to do a 'part-time job'.

I didn't wait for my aunt to reply to the message.

He turned off his phone and threw it on the bed.

Rorschach walked out of the apartment and started preparations.

Facing the backbone of an entire gang.

Proven killing techniques and powerful plasma pistols are more than enough.

However, Rorschach still needs some auxiliary means.

Prevent them from escaping and scattering.

So, wait until Rorschach purchases more and more things.

He had to buy a hiking backpack again to use as a container.

Purchasing is over.

Walking on the street, Luo Xia suddenly felt unbearably hungry.

He looked around.

Found a roadside stand selling hot dogs.

Start eating like crazy.

In a short time, the speed of the stall owner's production could hardly keep up with the speed of Rorschach's eating.

Ate fifteen hot dogs in a row.

Under the awed expression of the stall owner, Luo Xia paid for the bill.

Afterwards, Rorschach turned and left, but he didn't wait for him to take a few steps.

Suddenly, a pleading voice came from behind:

"Excuse me, sir, would you please take a look at this missing person notice?"

Rorschach frowned, and turned to look back.

"Mike?"

"Uh...Rorschach?"

Standing in front of him turned out to be an apprentice and toolman of a delicious Chinese restaurant.

Black Mike.

Because today's Rorschach is completely different from before.

So Mike didn't recognize it at the first time.

Until Rorschach spoke.

Only then did Mike gradually overlap the Rorschach in his memory with the Rorschach in front of him.

"God...the puberty young man is the miracle of life."

Mike subconsciously admired.

"Maybe, Mike, haven't you heard from your brother yet?"

The smiling Rorschach took the flyer from Mike and asked politely.

At the same time, he also looked down at the leaflet.

As if to keep costs down, the leaflets were crudely made.

There is only a black and white photo and contact information.

In the photo is a missing front tooth.

A little black boy with a raised left hand and a born mutilated ear.

Maybe it's the incompleteness, or maybe it's the factor of the bright smile on the face.

All in all, at first glance, the little boy is impressive.

"There is no news... It's like the world has evaporated."

Mike's brows were full of anxiety and haggard.

He smiled wryly and said:
"Mom is having a nervous breakdown, so I have to come forward, but Jerry has been missing for so long..."

Mike didn't say it all

But Rorschach also understood what he meant.

Rorschach nodded silently.

He folded the leaflet a few times and stuffed it into the shoulder bag on his chest.

"Didn't you try to ask the media for help? You should have read the recent big news, right? Now is a good time for the media to force the police to do their best."

"Why didn't you go? But all the media outlets are surrounded by parents who published news of missing persons..."

Mike shook his head and let out a helpless sigh.

"Those rich black and white people can go on the show to tell the warm stories of their families, but for ordinary families like ours from poor communities, many media can only publish and report a small missing person notice...It's better than nothing."

After listening to Mike's words.

Rorschach was speechless.

He thought for a moment, and took out a small stack of banknotes from his pocket.

That was the money left over from his shopping, 500 yuan.

Rorschach left behind five cards alone.

The remaining banknotes were handed over to Mike.

Mike opened his mouth wide in surprise, and his dark complexion seemed to turn red a lot.

He repeatedly refused: "No, no, Rorschach...that's too much!"

"Mike, take it, treat it as an advance salary." Luo Xia said with a smile: "Auntie is still waiting for her toolman apprentice to go back to work."

"Thank you!"

Mike's eye sockets seemed a little moist.

He choked up a bit but forced himself to hold back.

"Thank you, I just don't know how to thank you..."

"Finding Jerry is the best thanks, don't say anything else..."

"After all, friends also need to help each other, don't they?"

Rorschach replied with a serious expression.

After seeing that Mike no longer refused, he carefully put away the banknotes.

Rorschach greeted Mike.

Turn away.

Next, he has important 'part-time' work to do.

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Hell's Kitchen, Baby Emporium.

The third-generation leader of the sportswear gang.

Fat Boy Bobby is not only physically like a huge wild boar.

Even the style of acting is quite similar.

Greed is his eating instinct.

Ferocity is his reproductive desire.

This is also the reason why he can control the entire gang.

At least, that was the case a few days ago.

Today's Fat Boy Bobby can only curl up his fat body on the dusty sofa.

Eating crazily while moving gracefully.

Staring at the phone in front of him.

He has been waiting for a call.

A call from the Lord of the Underworld.

A gangster career that would save him.

A call that could save his life.

However, until the cloyingly sweet macaroni tomato fills Bobby's huge stomach.

The phone still didn't ring.

Fat Bobby gradually fell into despair and was in great pain.

He understood instantly.

The tracksuit gang that once dominated New York has been abandoned.

Underworld King's gang empire.

I don't want to attract more public and official attention.

The tracksuit gang has to go away!
Both physically and mentally.

"Trash! It's all a bunch of trash!"

At this moment, the plump fat on Fat Bobby's cheeks kept trembling.

bang——

He threw the can of macaroni and tomato on the ground with a grim expression.

The thick dust is mixed with the red gravy of the macaroni.

Like a pool of fragmented bright red internal organs.

"Fucking underground king! Fucking NYPD! Fucking New Yorkers!"

"I, Bobby, am the king of this city!"

"King of New York!"

As the time goes.

Fat Bobby's eyes were blood red, and he looked crazy.

Even the fat all over his body trembled violently.

He seemed to have a mental breakdown forced by the huge pressure of reality.

At this moment, Fat Boy Bobby struggled to get up.

He moved his legs and rushed out of the mall room like a wild boar.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of heavy footsteps attracted the attention of the gangsters downstairs.

They raised their heads with different expressions, staring at the fat Bobby who appeared on the stairs of the shopping mall.

"I announce that tonight...tonight we're going to give New York City a big 'surprise'!"

Staring down at the crowd with a pair of blood red eyes.

Fat Bobby slowly raised his hands and clenched them into fists.

He roared frantically:

"Do you want to eat fresh food?"

"Do you want to sleep with a beautiful woman?"

"Do you want to walk freely under the sun?"

"So what if the police wanted him?"

"What if you are abandoned by the King of the Underworld?"

"Are we going to be scared?"

"We are the gangsters who rule New York! We still have a lot of weapons and ammunition in our hands!"

"Come on! Come on! Get your guns and come join my crazy party!"

Fat Boy Bobby was drooling all over the place, in a state of madness like a mustache possessed.

His fiery speech, however, struck no emotional chord with anyone.

The gang members who remained silent all looked at each other.

A few traces of inexplicable aura flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, Fat Boy Bobby standing on the stairs was panting heavily, dripping with sweat.

He keenly noticed the undercurrent surging among the silent gang backbones.

Fat Bobby's fat face showed a crazy grin.

"Anyone who will come to the party will split the gang funds in the warehouse!"

"As long as you want! You can divide the money now!"

"After the party, laundered money in overseas accounts is fine if we get results"

"Equally divided!"

Fat Bobby didn't finish his sentence.

The backbone of the gang with a number of nearly 40 people showed empathetic smiles.

slam-la-

The crisp sound of countless guns being loaded almost formed a large sound.

"Come on. Let's burn this city to ashes!"

-

Hell's Kitchen after nightfall.

It's like entering another world.

In the dark corners of countless buildings.

The men and women who made deals.

Make unabashedly cheerful noises.

Among the dilapidated streets.

Drug dealers with automatic rifles chose to set up stalls on the side of the road.

It seems to be to attract customers.

Become a mobile stall above the vehicle.

There are also strings of colorful light bulbs hanging.

It is not only a hidden sign, but also for business atmosphere.

A tramp in rags.

Urban white-collar workers with heavy makeup.

Even the childish-looking students keep showing up.

Join the ranks of curated shopping.

At the same time, chaos and order found a way to live in peace and chose to fall together.

That's the tip of the iceberg in Hell's Kitchen, everyday life.

Hell's Kitchen, a paradise and holy place for criminals.

It is different from the periphery of the densely populated streets.

The deeper you go into the community of Hell's Kitchen.

The appearance of streets and buildings became more and more dilapidated.

Even the windows adorned with fewer and fewer lights.

Wait until you enter a more run-down street.

Even the lights disappeared.

Except for homeless bums.

Or criminals with serious crimes.

I'm afraid no one wants to live in a place that doesn't even have water and electricity.

Baby Emporium stands amidst such dark neighborhoods.

Like a silent giant.

This large supermarket that once nurtured generations of Hell's Kitchen residents is now completely deserted.

Even the parking lot outside the door has been irrigated by the rain, and patches of lush grass have emerged tenaciously.

shhhhh--

The half-person tall grass kept shaking, accompanied by the sound of friction.

Rorschach, who was creeping forward cautiously, appeared.

At this time, a red turban was tightly wrapped around his head.

The face is covered with a gas mask.

He was also wearing a black waterproof coat.

At the same time, a dark and dull Catachan saber was held in Rorschach's hand.

He hid the glimmering plasma pistol in his coat pocket to prevent exposure.

There is no sign of electricity in the baby store.

There are only occasional flashlights flashing through the window and the faint and noisy voices of people.

Accidentally revealed the situation inside.

The poor little man wasn't lying.

This is the lair of the sportswear gang.

Rorschach's eyes hidden behind the gas mask flickered slightly.

The movement of crawling forward was more cautious.

A few minutes later, the silent Rorschach touched the front door of the store.

He hid in the corner and raised his head slightly.

Looking inside the mall through the dusty glass.

Among the many abandoned shelves.

On an open space that has been cleared.

About thirty or so Slavs were wiping guns and loading ammunition with flashlights.

Almost every one of them is wearing a bulletproof vest.

There was also a military helmet on someone's head.

Pistols, submachine guns, automatic rifles.
There's even a heavy-firing machine gun mounted on boxes of ammo.

At the same time, grenades were taken out of the box and placed in front of everyone.

From time to time, someone stepped forward to pick it up, hung it on their chest, and showed off to their companions around them, laughing heartily.

What are they doing?
This much firepower is enough for a fierce street battle.
Was it driven mad by the New York police?
Planning to die?

Rorschach carefully hid his figure.

The eyes hidden behind the gas mask were full of doubts.

However, just when Rorschach was about to go around and sneak in.

A voice full of fanaticism suddenly sounded from inside.

caught his attention again.

"Brothers! Are you ready?"

"Ula—"

"Ready!"

"Haha, I can't wait!"

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Fat Bobby, who was wearing an oversized body armor, stared at a pair of blood red eyes.

Scanning back and forth in the dim light, one by one eagerly waited for his subordinates.

Already insane, he couldn't help showing a distorted and ferocious smile.

tomorrow morning
The whole of New York will be shocked!

The whole country, and even the whole world will be shocked!
The goddamn underground king wants to hide?
wishful thinking!

I, Fat Bobby, will use the lives of countless New Yorkers to overturn you!
Even if all the gangs are wiped out, the federation will launch an investigation afterwards.

It will also expose those dirty deals to the sun!
king of the underground
You too will be a homeless dog!
The Slavs never admit defeat!

"Very good! I have given you all the money in the warehouse!"

The red-faced Fat Bobby grinned widely.

The fat on his cheeks was shaking with excitement.

"Now, it's time for you to repay me!"

"There is only one goal, and that is to shoot and kill people! Do whatever you want!"

"Do whatever you want!"

"Prior to this, the smuggling boats have been at ports on the Hudson River."

"If everything goes well, you will go to sea with me and share more wealth!"

"Ula—"

Fat Boy Bobby raised his fist violently.

Shaking his arms desperately, he kept shouting.

"what?"

Just now.

Excited Fat Bobby suddenly found out.

A blue ball of light the size of a human head jumped over the shelf in the blink of an eye and flew in front of him!

bang-

　Four thousand words can't be divided, I have a cold, and I have a headache.

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