A mechanical master of a certain manga

Rorschach held this hexagonal crystal that looked like a work of art in his hand, and Ma got the corresponding prompt. .

[Obtain energy activator x1: The energy limit of the fire source is increased by 1000, and the energy recovery speed is increased by 1 point/second. 】

[Fire source energy (first stage): 234/2000, energy recovery rate 2/second. 】

Seeing the fire source energy regenerating at a faster rate, Rorschach couldn't wait to check the effect of the induction gloves.

[Induction gloves: consumes 200 points of fire source energy and is modified from magnetic metal. Insulated from high temperatures and bulletproof, the gloves have a telescopic dagger handle, which increases arm strength to a certain extent. 】

This sensor glove consumes less than the pulse pistol. It looks like an auxiliary tool, but Rorschach did not find any relationship between the function of this glove and the word sensor.

"Is the so-called system also a clickbait?" Luo Xia smiled bitterly.

Although the fire source energy is sufficient, magnetic metal is not difficult to find. The most basic magnetic metal is actually iron.

It's just that this induction glove doesn't require much energy from the fire source, but it does require a lot of materials. Rorschach found all the iron products he could find at home, but there was still not enough to make a sensor glove.

In desperation, Luo Xia could only suppress his excitement and start cleaning. After all, this place is where he will live for a long time in the future. Although Rorschach is not mysophobic, he has the habit developed in the army to always keep everything neat.

After working for several hours with billowing smoke and dust, Rorschach finally cleaned up the place. It was just empty, with nothing else but a sofa and a wooden bed with only a shelf.

There isn't even a wardrobe in this place.

Rorschach suddenly thought of a rather terrifying question: "Do I still have to wash my own clothes, sweep the floor, cook and wash dishes?"

Rorschach likes to be tidy, but doesn't want to have to solve these problems on his own forever.

Well, these are all small problems, and Rorschach feels that he can always find a way to solve them.

Seeing that it was almost dinner time, Rorschach took a shower, changed his clothes and went upstairs. When he knocked on Mrs. Cardenas' door, he found that Fergie had already arrived.

"Sorry, it's a little late." Rorschach said to everyone.

"It doesn't matter, dinner isn't ready yet, and I have a friend who hasn't arrived yet." Fergie said to Rorschach.

Mrs. Cardenas's voice came from the kitchen: "Oh, I'm sorry, do any of you have time to help me buy some baking soda? I've run out of it at home."

Foggy was about to get up, but Rorschach said to him: "I'll go, I just want to get familiar with Hell's Kitchen."

Fergie said a little worriedly: "But the security in this place is not very good at night, so I'd better go."

This is a very pure good person, which is Rorschach's definition of Fergie, but Rorschach still said: "You can't always be my nanny, can you? Besides, I think you can protect yourself better."

Upon hearing this, Fergie understood what Rorschach meant and could only remind him: "Then you'd better be careful."

Rorschach responded and went out. Buying soda ash was the second priority. He mainly wanted to find out if there were enough iron products for him to make sensing gloves.

It's just that Rorschach didn't expect that the chaos in Hell's Kitchen was far beyond his imagination.

But it was seven o'clock in the evening, and the sun had just set; before Rorschach walked down a street, he saw a drug addict lying on the roadside, and two street prostitutes were beaten on the head because of robbing customers. Bloodshed and a gang brawl involving machetes and baseball bats.

Rorschach didn't want to cause trouble, so he tried his best to avoid it. He zigzagged into an alley, and then he met a gangster wielding a butterfly knife.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, hand over all your money." The little gangster said to Rorschach.

"I wonder, can you change the name for the yellow race? Have they been so uneducated and creative for hundreds of years?" Rorschach said speechlessly.

"Huh? What are you talking about, yellow-skinned monkey?" The little gangster began to approach Rorschach waving the knife in his hand.

"What I'm saying is, you can kneel down and shout for mercy." Rorschach said seriously.

The little bastard doesn't understand what it means for the king to spare his life, but he can understand it when he kneels down. With a ferocious look on his face, he stabbed Luo Xia's waist with the sharp knife. This was a direct attack on the kidneys. If he didn't die, he would be disabled for life.

But the blade was only halfway through when a black shadow jumped from the sky and trampled the little gangster directly to the ground. This is a tall man dressed entirely in black and wearing a half-black mask.

I saw him firing his bow left and right at the little gangster's face, hammering him seven or eight times, knocking him unconscious. This was so cruel, Luo Xia felt pain just looking at it. If it were him, he would definitely not hit him so harshly, but would give him a happy ending with a bullet.

After confirming that the gangster had no ability to resist, the masked man in black said to Luo Xia: "I have nothing to do tonight, so it's best not to go out. Not only is the public security in this place not good, but racial discrimination is also very serious."

His voice was a bit hoarse and low, as if he had changed his voice on purpose, not wanting others to recognize him.

"It's okay, I have this." Rorschach pulled out a Colt m1911 from behind his back, which he took casually from Tony's laboratory. In order to design his steel armor, Tony prepared several sets of weapons currently in stock in the US military and put them in the laboratory for research at any time.

Rorschach knew that his pulse pistol was too conspicuous, so he casually changed it to a Colt.

Although he couldn't see the masked man's expression, Rorschach still felt that he was a little hostile towards him, or in other words, it should be towards the gun in Rorschach's hand.

"No one has the right to take away another person's life, even if you are acting in self-defense." The masked man said to Rorschach.

"Oh, supporter of abolishing death?" Rorschach was a little speechless.

As a native of China and a special soldier who killed many people, it was really difficult for him to understand this kind of thinking. Well, a saint who is not a great sage must be a well-fed Bai Zuo.

But seeing as this person can help others with his actions, he can probably be regarded as a successor to the saint. Those who only shout that murderers should not die are much stronger.

The masked man Rorschach was unmoved and seemed to want to say something else, but Rorschach interrupted: "I think we can each reserve our opinions, but before that I think we should solve another problem first."

As soon as Rorschach finished speaking, there was a roaring engine sound from far to near, and a dozen gangsters with evil faces appeared on both sides of the alley. They took one look at the man who fell to the ground with blood on his face, and then rushed over brandishing machetes and baseball bats without saying anything.

It was obvious that they were in the same group.

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