Halt! Eat my Chainsword!

Two days had passed.

Rorschach still hadn't received a call from Eugene.

He wasn't anxious, because being anxious wouldn't help.

Living a leisurely life, Rorschach had only taken the time to post a few help-wanted ads for his aunt.

The rest of his time was almost entirely spent studying.

During this period, he had been working so hard that he hadn't even opened the Simulator interface.

Two in the afternoon.

Focused, Rorschach sat at his desk, brewing his mindset.

Ready to go head-to-head with high school knowledge.

Ding!

At this moment.

Rorschach's phone screen flickered as it received a new message.

He picked it up casually.

Seeing it was from Eugene, he instinctively tapped to open it.

But Rorschach only gave it a quick glance.

His entire expression turned grim, and even his eyes widened.

Eugene might be in trouble!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent such a bizarre message.

Sender: Eugene:

"Haha, long time no see, bro. I found what you wanted. I'm in the Battery Park Tunnel in Brooklyn. There's a Maintenance Access inside. I'll be waiting for you there. Be there or be square!"

Not only was the greeting at the start of the message off.

But Eugene would never end a message with "be there or be square."

That simply wasn't his style.

Especially when dealing with Rorschach.

On top of that, the overly detailed address.

Also revealed the sender's worry that Rorschach might not find the spot.

Thinking this over, Rorschach's face cold as he slowly stood up.

This was a "fishing" message!

But since someone wanted to use Eugene to fish.

Then the target definitely wasn't Eugene—it was him!

Since they liked fishing so much.

They'd better hope they didn't hook a great white shark!

A cold glint flashed in Rorschach's eyes.

He moved swiftly, strapping on the holster holding the Plasma Pistol.

Then he threw on a loose jacket to conceal the deadly weapon.

He was about to turn and leave.

But his gaze inadvertently fell on the Chainsword beside him.

At this moment, each icy serration gleamed faintly, as if thirsting for the soak of hot blood!

Since the box he ordered hadn't arrived yet.

Without hesitation, Rorschach turned and grabbed a gray bedsheet.

He wrapped the one-and-a-half-meter-long Chainsword entirely, tucking it under his arm.

Then, he put on a black cap and a mask.

And stepped out the door.

--

Brooklyn.

In the middle of the tunnel, where traffic never ceased.

Rorschach parked his motorcycle at the side and stood at the entrance of the Maintenance Access.

His eyes swept the surroundings.

He noticed a long, rusted iron chain had been snapped.

And carelessly tossed on the ground.

Facing the dark passage with its wide-open entrance.

A chill, dank air surged forth continuously, brushing against his face.

Rorschach raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the Chainsword.

At the same time, he unzipped his jacket.

Making it easier to draw the Plasma Pistol from its holster.

Then, expressionless, Rorschach stepped into the passage.

After taking a few steps.

Rorschach stood at the entrance, quickly adjusting to the shift in light.

He squinted as he surveyed the environment inside.

The passage was about three meters high and two meters wide.

The entire path stretched straight ahead.

Every few meters, emergency lights with yellowed bulbs were already lit.

They led all the way into the dim, pitch-black depths.

At that moment, Rorschach, his face stern, tore the bedsheet wrapped around the Chainsword and tossed it onto the damp ground.

Then, gripping the Chainsword with one hand.

He advanced inward with steady steps.

After walking roughly twenty meters.

The only turn in the straight passage came into Rorschach's view.

Rorschach paused warily, tilting his ear to listen.

Then, shifting his footing, he turned sideways and entered!

Yet, the moment Rorschach stepped around the corner.

Whoosh—

From the shadows deeper in the passage, a stone the size of a fist shot out violently!

Rorschach's eyes sharpened.

His Chainsword instinctively lifted, swinging horizontally to block in front of him!

Clang!

The collision of metal and stone rang out with a loud crash.

The deflected stone bounced hard off the passage ceiling, then clattered to the ground.

At that moment, a figure over 1.9 meters tall.

With a clearly defined, curvaceous body.

Completely covered in a layer of silver metal, a blonde woman revealed herself!

"Nice reflexes, but that's all they are..."

The blonde woman spoke as if in praise.

Or perhaps merely mocking Rorschach's overestimation of himself.

"You're Rorschach?"

Then, the woman clad in Silver Armor, her gaze icy and tone indifferent, asked:

"Mercenary? Or agent?"

Rorschach remained silent.

His eyes swept over the blonde woman's tall physique.

The Silver Armor covering her entire body.

And that delicate face, full of Slavic features.

Squinting, Rorschach took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Neither... just an ordinary person who loves life. You're the real leader of the Tracksuit Gang?"

"Heh."

Before the words faded, the blonde woman's tall frame swayed slightly. She let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with disdain.

"I have no interest in your personal grudges. I'll ask you once: where is Sergei?"

"Ah, I see..."

Yet, facing the blonde woman's question.

Rorschach suddenly let out a sigh:

"So it is a personal grudge..."

In that instant, Rorschach suddenly swapped the Chainsword to his left hand.

His right hand drooped slightly, fingertips twitching with restless intent.

Unfortunately, the Blonde Woman seemed to misinterpret Rorschach's movement.

Or perhaps she placed too much faith in the defensive capability of the Silver Armor she wore.

Her eyes flickered as she glanced at the Chainsword in Rorschach's hand, and she said mockingly:

"Young man, the times have changed... A mere Melee Weapon won't give you any comfort."

At the same time, the Blonde Woman's eyes turned icy as she raised her palm, fingers clad in silver metal slowly clenching into a fist.

"This is the age of technology! The age of wisdom! Do you really think Tony Stark is the only one in the world with high-tech armor?"

"How naive!"

A fanatical smile curled at the corner of the Blonde Woman's lips.

Her arm, wrapped in silver metal, swung violently.

The full Metal Armor emitted the cold, grating noise of mechanical parts grinding together!

This was actually a set of powerful technological battle armor!

The Blonde Woman took a deep breath and repeated her question:

"One last time—where is Sergei?"

Yet the next moment.

Rorschach, with narrowed eyes, suddenly smiled.

He gazed at her with a sincere expression and said:

"The times have changed? The times have changed!"

Before his words faded.

Rorschach drew the Plasma Pistol like lightning and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

American Iaijutsu: Quick Draw!

Bang bang bang—

A torrent of blue energy orbs, each the size of a human head, surged forth, shooting toward the Blonde Woman!

In the blink of an eye.

Scorching, blinding plasma flooded most of the corridor!

Like a raging flood bursting through a dam, it swept away everything in its path!

Then, with an indifferent gaze, Rorschach released the Plasma Pistol Without Hesitation, letting the weapon fall.

His muscles suddenly bulged!

He charged forward, following close behind the terrifying tide of plasma!

At the same time, Rorschach, gripping the sword hilt with both hands, pressed the motor's switch!

Rumble rumble rumble—

In an instant, the Chainsword's explosive roar.

Once again shook heaven and earth!

Thanks to Void Blade Path for the 500-point tip!

Thanks to Lingling Ling for the 1500-point tip!

My touch was off today, so I'm a bit late.