Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 7 The Tramp and the Sportswear Gangster (please collect, please recommend)
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset enveloped the whole of New York.

Rorschach had a stern face, wearing a black peaked cap.

With a gray shoulder bag on his back, he stepped out of the apartment door.

A few minutes ago, my aunt reluctantly fell asleep with some fear.

Before going to sleep, the aunt told Luo Xia again.

Let him clean up the messy restaurant and post a notice of closure.

Rorschach is very obedient.

At the moment, he is on his way back to the restaurant.

It's just that it's in Rorschach's shoulder bag.

There was an extra black and dull Catachan saber.

The young Rorschach could stand any threat.

For example, among the distant stars, Thanos is coveting.

For example, Ultron, which has not yet been created, tries to destroy human beings.

But the premise of everything is that the aunt has not been harmed in any way!

otherwise……

Never die!

Moreover, many experiences over the years.

It's enough for Rorschach to be completely disappointed in the upper echelons who maintain order in the city.

Justice is also good.

Fair enough.

Only rely on your own hands.
Get it back! ——

When Rorschach arrived at the restaurant.

The forensic staff promised by the Manhattan District Bureau still has not arrived.

Maybe, it won't come at all.

After all, there was no loss of life in one piece.

There was no robbery in Chinatown that caused a storm of public opinion.

The final destination is to become the archival material in the Manhattan District Bureau and become history.

Rorschach rolled up his cuffs skillfully, and began to clean up the rubbish and debris on the ground.

What can still be used can be kept to reduce losses.

Throw away what is not used and count it as damage.

However, it didn't take long.

Rorschach accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure wandering back and forth outside the restaurant.

It was a shabby blond homeless man with a stooped back.

Rorschach stopped packing.

He walked directly to the door and said:
"My friend, the restaurant is going to be closed these days, so go to the church to get some food first."

Before he finished speaking, the unshaven blond homeless man stopped in his tracks.

He timidly glanced at Rorschach, his eyes flickering.

Then he seemed to muster his courage.

He raised his head and stammered:

"I, I didn't come here for food... When the robbery happened, I... I was sleeping on the street, and I saw the group of robbers!"

"They all wore red tracksuits uniformly, and their accents didn't look like New York natives...it seemed to be Slavic!"

After listening to the tramp's words, Rorschach's eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself:
"Red tracksuit? Slavs... Could it be a tracksuit gangster?"

The Tracksuit Gang is a criminal gang operating in and around New York City.

Most of the key personnel inside are Slavs.

Rorschach's thoughts turned quickly.

He pondered for a moment, then reached out his hand and took out a roll of cash from his pocket.

Rorschach took out a few twenty bills and stuffed them into the homeless man's jacket pocket.

"Friend, thank you for the news, this is your reward."

However, something beyond Rorschach's imagination happened.

I saw that the blond-haired homeless man in front of him blushed suddenly, and he pinched the banknote in his pocket with trembling fingers, trying to return it to Rorschach.

"I'm not here for the money!"

"You and your aunt are good people! I'm happy to eat your food...it makes me feel alive, and just being alive has meaning!"

The blond homeless man seemed to have tears in his eyes and was very emotional.

At the same time, he accidentally exposed the inflamed and festering pinholes on his arms.

He is a drug addict.

And Rorschach noticed this keenly, but he didn't get back the money he gave to the other party.

Luo Xia sighed, and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

"I, my name is Robert Reynolds." The blond homeless man hesitated for a moment before reporting his name.

At the same time, he withdrew his money and stopped insisting.

"Robert?"

Rorschach always felt that this name sounded familiar.

But it was quickly forgotten by him.

Now, he has more important things to solve.

Tracksuit gangsters, Slavs...

Eugene Paul?

Eugene is a typical Slavic surname...

At this moment, Rorschach squinted his eyes, and a clearly visible clue appeared in his mind.

After exchanging pleasantries with Robert again, Rorschach dismissed him casually.

Turn around and lock the door.

Rorschach rode on his beloved bicycle.

All the way west.

-

Manhattan Apartments, 403.

A sullen Eugene Paul slumped on the couch with a plastic neck brace fixed around his neck for therapy.

Even if the doctor repeatedly told him to abstain from alcohol and smoking during the treatment, he could speed up his recovery.

But obviously, Eugene is not a patient who likes to be obedient.

Eugene drank his beer cautiously, occasionally tilted his gaze, and swiped his phone to pass the time.

He tried to ease the physical pain by doing so.

and psychological frustration.

He, Eugene, has been in high school for many years, a strong and strong bully.

He was beaten up by an unremarkable takeaway boy!
This incident simply made him a laughing stock in the circle of friends.

Disgraceful!

"Damn yellow monkey"

The gradually irritable Eugene dropped the phone, closed his eyes, and tried to relieve the depression in his heart.

dong dong dong-

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Eugene's meditation.

Eugene opened his eyes angrily, and shouted loudly:
"Who is it?"

There was no response outside the door, only after a brief pause.

There was another knock on the door.

dong dong dong-

"Let me know who you are, and you're dead!"

The cursing Eugene got up from the sofa stiffly.

Holding his neck with one hand, he walked towards the door.

And just as he grasped the doorknob and turned the switch.

bang——

Accompanied by a loud noise, the wooden door in front of Eugene's eyes unexpectedly popped up and flew open!

In an instant, the entire wooden door slammed into Eugene's chest with a huge driving force.

"what!"

At the same time as the screams resounded through the room, Eugene's tall body suddenly fell to the floor.

"Hello, Eugene!"

Footsteps sounded slowly.

Rorschach, wearing a peaked cap, appeared in front of the door with a smile on his face.

"Who!"

Eugene endured the severe pain, tried his best to support his body, and tried to see the appearance of the attacker clearly.

However, when he finally saw the figure in front of him, his eyes widened.

Shouts full of horror came and went like screaming chickens.

"Don't come over—"

Rorschach continued to move forward without saying a word.

At this moment, the robust Eugene was wriggling desperately on the floor like a caterpillar.

A few minutes later, Eugene couldn't bear the physical pain anymore, he lay on the ground with a distorted expression, completely giving up resistance.

In an instant, Eugene's vision was blurred by tears.

He seemed to be in a state of collapse.

"Rorschach, please spare my life... In New York City, murder is a first-degree felony..."

"Woooo..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't bully my classmates... I shouldn't bully others"

"Woo, I was wrong."

Rorschach kept smiling and squatted in front of Eugene.

He looked down at each other with cold eyes.

"I ask, you answer..."

"clear?"

Eugene, who was in tears, nodded quickly:
"understand!"

"Around three o'clock in the afternoon, during the robbery of the restaurant. Did you shoot?"

"Huh?" Eugene was taken aback, his eyes were blank, "Robbery? Shoot?"

Rorschach's eyes narrowed.

Eugene, who was still trying to learn how to observe words and feelings, immediately swore:
"I swear to God! I, Eugene, never used a gun to bully anyone! And, in the afternoon, I was still receiving treatment in the hospital"

Rorschach frowned.

Did he find the wrong person?
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(End of this chapter)