'Baby' Massacre! (Please Bookmark, Please Recommend!)

The plasma exploded in an instant.

The blazing electrical flare completely engulfed Fatty Bobby.

In a flash, the extreme heat burned his two-hundred-kilogram body to ashes!

Bang bang bang—

At the same time, more plasma spheres erupted from the dark corners.

For a moment, it was like a mad thunderstorm roaring in!

"What the hell is that?!"

"Ghosts!"

"Ball lightning?!"

These mysterious phenomena, clearly beyond human understanding, plunged the gang's key members into a Shocked State.

They howled and screamed.

Yet no one dared raise a gun and fight back!

However, once Fatty Bobby's ashes scattered in the wind

and fell to the ground, someone instantly came to their senses.

Unfortunately, it was already too late!

The countless plasma spheres not only swallowed every person present, but also detonated the grenades piled across the floor!

Boom boom boom—

The air seemed to tremble.

The violent shockwaves shattered every pane of glass in the Baby Department Store with a crackling crash.

Just then, a tall figure in a black waterproof coat

slowly emerged from the shadows, his hair wrapped in a red bandana

and a gas mask covering his face.

He faced the lingering flames and heat in the air, along with the constantly flickering flashlight beams.

He seemed to be strolling down a fresh street after the rain

as he stepped into this incomparably bloody slaughterhouse.

At this moment, countless scraps of flesh mixed with human ashes

covered the uneven ground.

The occasional severed limb still twitched, only for the silent, towering figure to step over it.

As Rorschach stared at the horrifically gruesome scene around him, he seemed utterly accustomed to it.

Even the faint discomfort rising within him

was gradually drowned out by the sound of breathing echoing inside his mask.

It made him feel as though he had returned to those "wonderful" days in the underground tunnels.

Still, even though Rorschach had been mentally prepared, he had once again underestimated the power of the Plasma Pistol.

In barely a dozen seconds, more than thirty fully armed people had vanished from the world entirely.

The accidental sympathetic detonation of the grenades had played a part.

But that was a real battlefield.

There were always accidents and surprises.

Rorschach's boots stepped on sticky flesh.

Through the smoke drifting everywhere, he confirmed that there were no survivors left at the scene.

Rorschach hesitated for a moment.

Then he bent down and picked up the firearms that had not yet been blasted apart or melted amid the flesh.

After a simple screening by the Simulator.

Only eighteen firearms met the requirements.

They were absorbed into Cooldown.

Cooldown increased: eighteen hours.

"What a huge loss..."

Rorschach could not help muttering to himself.

He deeply regretted his reckless actions just now.

He had originally planned to set traps and infiltrate for assassinations.

Only after the deaths alerted the others

would he use the powerful Plasma Pistol to end the battle.

However, that fat man who was clearly the gang leader

gave a frenzied rallying speech.

It caught Rorschach off guard and left him no time to prepare.

He could only rely on the Plasma Pistol and go all out.

He tried to stop these people from rushing out of Hell's Kitchen and causing even greater casualties.

As for the result...

It was exceptionally effective!

Just then, Rorschach, wearing a gas mask, took a deep breath as though he had remembered something.

He turned around and searched the surrounding area once again.

Only this time, over a wider range.

Sure enough, amid several abandoned shelves knocked over by the Explosion Shockwave, he easily found more than a dozen black bags.

Opening their zippers, he found stacks of cash inside.

This seemed to be the money-for-their-lives that the fat man had mentioned.

"Fine... it wasn't a total loss."

Without time to count it, Rorschach picked up the black bags one by one and headed toward the entrance of the Baby Department Store.

The thunderous explosion and rising smoke would soon draw either the police or criminals here.

As the culprit, Rorschach needed to get away from the scene.

However, just as Rorschach reached the entrance of the Baby Department Store, with one foot not yet over the threshold, Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

a dark red baton suddenly shot out from a pitch-black corner!

Sensing danger, Rorschach dropped the bags in his hands.

The lightless black Catachan Combat Knife rose in an instant.

Blade forward, it blocked before him!

Clang!

With a sharp sound, the metal baton was cleaved cleanly in two by the razor-sharp Catachan Combat Knife!

Rorschach lowered his back slightly, his muscles swelling taut.

The soles of his Military Boots bit hard into the ground.

His entire body was already prepared for battle!

At the same time.

A lean figure clad head to toe in dark red leather armor strolled out from the shadows.

A baton slowly spun in one hand, giving off a faint hum.

"Night Demon?"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice through his gas mask:

"Don't meddle in this... the only ones who died here were criminal gangsters!"

"Red Bandana? I thought you were just a fake figure fabricated by the police to deal with the media..."

Wearing a dark red mask, Night Demon tilted his head to listen.

The short horns atop his head glimmered faintly, like a pair of demon fangs.

"Hell's Kitchen is my territory. You crossed the line... and besides, you shouldn't kill!"

Before his words had even faded, Night Demon suddenly charged forward.

The short baton in his hand seemed to come alive, abruptly extending by a considerable length!

The silver baton tip lashed at Rorschach's head like a striking viper.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from within Rorschach's gas mask.

He said nothing else.

He slightly raised the Catachan Combat Knife in his hand.

The blade collided violently with the baton tip, knocking it completely aside.

Yet in that brief instant, Night Demon had already closed in on Rorschach.

Less than a meter now separated them!

As the short baton in his hand was reeled back by its steel wire, one foot stomped hard against the ground, and his leather-armored knee slammed toward Rorschach's abdomen!

Rorschach clenched his left hand into a fist.

It crashed down, striking Night Demon's knee almost simultaneously.

Bang!

Fist and leg collided with a dull thud.

The tremendous recoil made both of them lean back slightly.

By comparison, Rorschach's reactions were clearly faster.

In that instant, he nearly followed his instinctive habit

and drew his Plasma Pistol to kill the other man.

But reason forcibly restrained his instinct.

It made Rorschach hesitate for just a moment.

However, the Night Demon before him seemed to seize upon that tiny opening.

He raised one foot high and viciously kicked Rorschach in the chest!

Bang—

Rorschach's powerful body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground three meters away!

Seeing his opponent fall into a disadvantageous position, Night Demon seemed to relax slightly.

He flicked the short baton in his hand.

Just as he was about to press forward, he stopped and tilted his head to listen.

At this moment, one of Rorschach's hands was pressed against his chest.

The expression behind his mask had turned far colder.

He slowly rose from the ground and slightly twisted his neck.

Rorschach showed no intention of drawing his Plasma Pistol.

Instead, he tore off his waterproof trench coat and threw it onto the ground.

At the same time, Rorschach gripped the Catachan Combat Knife in a reverse hold.

With the back of the blade facing outward, he said word by word:

"Oh... Matt Murdock."

"If I don't beat you into a hospital bed..."

"This... isn't over!"

The next update will have to wait until tonight. I'm planning to get some sleep first.

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