Two days passed.
Rorschach still had not received a call from Eugene.
He was not in a hurry, because there was no point in rushing.
Aside from taking some time to put up a few job ads for his aunt, Rorschach lived a leisurely life.
He spent nearly all his remaining time studying.
During this period, he had worked so hard at studying that he had not even opened the Simulator interface.
Two in the afternoon.
Rorschach sat at his desk, deeply focused as he worked himself into the right mindset.
He planned to take on high school knowledge.
Ding!
Just then.
Rorschach's phone screen flashed as it received a new message.
He picked it up casually.
Seeing that it was from Eugene, he opened it without thinking.
However, Rorschach had only given it a rough glance.
His expression immediately turned grave, and his eyes widened.
Eugene might be in trouble!
Otherwise, he would not have sent such a strange message.
Sender: Eugene:
"Haha, long time no see, brother. I found what you wanted. I'm in the Battery Park Tunnel in Brooklyn. There's a maintenance passage in the middle, and I'll be waiting for you inside. Don't stand me up!"
Not only was the form of address at the beginning wrong.
Eugene would never say something like "don't stand me up" at the end of a message.
That simply did not fit Eugene's personality.
Especially when dealing with Rorschach.
Besides, the detailed description of the location.
Also revealed the sender's worry that Rorschach might not be able to find it.
Thinking this, Rorschach slowly rose to his feet, his expression grim.
This was bait!
But since someone wanted to use Eugene as bait.
Then the target was definitely not Eugene, but him!
Since they liked fishing so much.
They had better be careful not to reel in a great white shark!
A cold glint flashed through Rorschach's eyes.
He swiftly slung on the holster containing the Plasma Pistol.
Then he put on a loose jacket over it, concealing the terrifying killing weapon.
He was about to turn and leave.
But his gaze accidentally fell upon the Chainsword beside him.
At that moment, its cold saw teeth glimmered faintly, as though yearning to be soaked in hot blood!
Since the case he had ordered had not arrived yet.
Without hesitation, Rorschach turned and dug out a gray bedsheet.
He wrapped the entire one-and-a-half-meter-long Chainsword in it and tucked it under his arm.
Then, he put on a black baseball cap and a mask.
And walked out of the house.
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Brooklyn.
The middle section of the endlessly busy tunnel.
After parking his motorcycle at the side, Rorschach stood at the entrance to the maintenance passage.
His gaze swept the area.
Rorschach noticed that a long string of rusty iron chains had been broken apart.
And carelessly thrown onto the ground.
Facing the pitch-black passage with its door wide open.
A chilling current of air continuously poured out, brushing across his face.
Rorschach raised a hand and gripped the hilt of the Chainsword.
At the same time, he pulled open his jacket zipper.
Making it easier to draw the Plasma Pistol from its holster.
Then, expressionless, Rorschach entered the passage.
After taking several steps.
Rorschach stood at the entrance and quickly adjusted to the change in lighting.
He narrowed his eyes and examined the interior.
The passage was roughly three meters high and two meters wide.
The entire path stretched straight ahead.
Every few meters, a yellow-lit emergency lamp had long since been switched on.
Leading all the way into the dim darkness ahead.
At that moment, Rorschach's grim expression did not change as he tore the bedsheet from around the Chainsword and tossed it onto the damp floor.
Then, he gripped the Chainsword in one hand.
And advanced deeper inside with steady steps.
After walking roughly twenty meters.
The only corner in the straight passage came into view.
Rorschach cautiously tilted his head and listened.
Then, his feet pivoted as he slipped around the corner sideways!
However, the instant Rorschach entered the corner.
Whoosh—
From the shadows deeper within the passage, a fist-sized stone suddenly shot out!
Rorschach's gaze sharpened.
The Chainsword instinctively rose and blocked before him!
Bang!
Metal and stone collided with a loud crash.
The deflected stone bounced violently against the tunnel ceiling before falling to the ground.
At that moment, a woman over six feet tall appeared.
Her shapely body was completely covered in a layer of silver metal.
The Blonde Woman stepped into view!
"Not bad reflexes. Too bad they're only not bad..."
The Blonde Woman seemed to be praising him.
Or perhaps merely mocking Rorschach for overestimating himself.
"You're Rorschach?"
Then, the woman in Silver Armor looked at him coldly and asked in an indifferent tone:
"A mercenary? Or an agent?"
Rorschach remained silent.
His gaze swept over the Blonde Woman's tall frame.
The silver Metal Armor covering her entire body.
And her exquisite face filled with Slavic features.
Rorschach narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly said:
"Neither... I'm just an ordinary person who loves life. You're the true leader of the Tracksuit Gang?"
"Heh heh."
Before his words had even faded, the Blonde Woman's tall body swayed slightly. She let out a cold laugh, her eyes seemingly full of disdain.
"I have no interest in your personal grudges. I'll ask you only once: where is Sergei?"
"Ah, I understand..."
Yet, faced with the Blonde Woman's question.
Rorschach suddenly let out a sigh:
"So it is a personal grudge..."
In an instant, Rorschach abruptly switched the Chainsword to his left hand.
His right hand lowered slightly, his fingertips twitching with anticipation.
Unfortunately, the Blonde Woman seemed to misunderstand his movement.
Or perhaps she simply had too much faith in the defensive capabilities of her Silver Armor.
She glanced teasingly at the Chainsword in Rorschach's hand and said:
"Young man, times have changed... A mere Melee Weapon won't bring you any comfort."
At the same time, the cold-eyed Blonde Woman raised her palm, her silver metal-covered fingers slowly curling into a fist.
"This is the age of technology! The age of intelligence! Do you think Tony Stark is the only one in the world with high-tech armor?"
"How naïve!"
A fanatical smile appeared at the corner of the Blonde Woman's mouth.
Her arm wrapped in silver metal swung fiercely.
The Metal Armor across her body emitted the cold grinding noises of mechanical components!
This was actually a high-tech suit of armor with immense power!
The Blonde Woman took a deep breath and repeated her question:
"For the last time, where is Sergei?"
But the Next Moment.
Rorschach, eyes narrowed, suddenly smiled.
He stared at her with a sincere expression and said:
"Times have changed? Times have changed!"
Before his words had faded.
Rorschach drew the Plasma Pistol like lightning and pulled the trigger!
American Iaijutsu: Quick Draw!
Bang bang bang—
One head-sized blue sphere after another surged forth, shooting toward the Blonde Woman!
In the blink of an eye.
Blinding, scorching plasma filled more than half the passage!
Like a violent flood bursting through a dam, sweeping away everything before it!
Then, Rorschach, his eyes indifferent, actually released the Plasma Pistol without hesitation and let the weapon fall.
The muscles throughout his body suddenly swelled!
Keeping tightly behind the terrifying wave of plasma heat, he charged forward!
At the same time, Rorschach gripped the hilt with both hands.
And pressed the motor switch!
Vrooom vrooom vrooom—
In an instant, the explosive roar of the Chainsword.
Once again echoed through the world!
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