Bang! Bang! Bang!
Inside the tavern.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had long been lying in wait, along with those sent to assassinate Ivan Vanko, dropped their disguises and rapidly entered combat, ruthlessly unloading their weapons at one another.
"Sir, follow me!"
Amid the chaos, the bartender came to Howard Stark's side and covered the two of them as they quickly retreated toward the exit.
Bang! Bang!
Several bullets came flying over as an enemy rushed forward, trying to stop Howard and the others from leaving.
The bartender swiftly shoved Howard and the other man beneath a table, then fiercely pulled the trigger at the attacker...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bartender fired three shots in succession, all three striking the assassin in the chest.
For some reason, those assassins did not seem like professional agents at all. Their shooting was far worse than that of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
"Sir, let's go."
After taking down the assassin with one shot, the bartender prepared to continue leading Howard Stark away.
But just then.
Bang! Bang!
Two more shots rang out, and two bullets pierced straight through the bartender's body.
The bartender's eyes widened as he turned to stare at the shooter, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Why was that guy still fine after taking three shots?
Why?
Those three bullets had clearly turned the man's chest red with blood!
By the bartender's experience, the man should have fallen to the ground, gradually lost consciousness, and then died. What was going on?
But at that moment, no one could answer the bartender's question.
Because his consciousness was already fading, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.
"Thompson!"
"Thompson!"
Howard Stark lay prone on the ground, too afraid to get up. Looking at the bartender who had fallen beside him, his face was full of grief.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
But then a barrage of bullets came shooting over, frightening Howard Stark into hastily ducking his head back down.
He no longer dared to show himself.
"Urgh!"
"Urgh!"
In that brief span of time, the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents fell one after another as well.
There were not actually many assassins, only three in total. But for some reason, every one of them was impossible to kill.
Even being shot had no effect on them whatsoever.
That was precisely why the three assassins did not care about anyone's bullets. They neither dodged nor evaded, simply firing mercilessly at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents again and again.
This caused heavy casualties among the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
The situation at the scene had reached an extremely critical point.
"Mr. Stark."
But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
Howard Stark turned his head and saw an exceptionally young face appear before him.
"It's dangerous here. Get out, quickly! They're not after you. Leave now!"
Howard Stark urgently shouted at Rorschach.
Howard was not surprised that Rorschach had recognized him. As he had said himself, he was something of a celebrity.
It was no big deal for someone to recognize him.
"Leave these people to me. But while I deal with them, I need you to stay down here and not make any rash moves," Rorschach said to Howard Stark with a serious expression.
"Hey, kid, do you think this is the time to play hero? This isn't a movie. People really die!" Howard Stark rebuked Rorschach in a low voice.
But Rorschach did not say anything further to Howard Stark. He reached down and picked up a shard from a broken bottle on the floor.
Then he flicked his wrist and shot it toward one of the assassins ahead.
Whoosh!
Splat!
A cold glint flashed past, and blood spurted out the next instant.
The glass shard in Rorschach's hand had flown like a hidden weapon and pierced straight through one assassin's wrist.
Clang!
Naturally, the gun in the man's hand could no longer be held and fell to the floor.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Splat! Splat!
Rorschach did not pause, firing two more glass shards.
Accompanied by two muffled groans, the other two assassins were likewise struck in the wrists and lost their weapons.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
Howard Stark stared dumbfoundedly at Rorschach, looking at him as if he were a monster.
Not even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most elite agents possessed such skill.
No, not even the Howling Commandos, who had once made Hydra tremble in fear, could have done this.
After all, glass shards were far too light. Throwing them with such power was simply beyond what an ordinary person could accomplish.
"Stay here and behave yourself."
Rorschach gave Howard Stark another instruction.
"You guys, fall back to Howard's side!"
Rorschach then called out to the few remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
Although those people did not know Rorschach at all, they could still assess the situation. They immediately retreated to Howard Stark's side and formed a defensive position.
Unfortunately, the only exit had already been blocked by the assassins, so they could not take Howard away first.
They could only guard Howard for the moment and wait for the mysterious young man to deal with the three assassins.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Rorschach strode toward the three assassins.
Since these people had bodies so strong that even bullets could not kill them, Rorschach really wanted to see whether they could keep jumping around after their hearts were smashed apart.
"I knew this operation wouldn't go so smoothly."
A bald Black assassin casually pulled the glass shard out of his wrist.
He did not even blink.
It was as though the hand pierced by the glass shard did not belong to him at all.
"Rhyme, this kid isn't ordinary. What exactly is he?"
The long-haired assassin on the other side casually glanced at the third assassin, who wore a shirt, and asked.
"I don't know what he is, but he's obviously not one of those disgusting Living Dead!"
The shirt-wearing assassin stared fixedly at Rorschach as he answered his companion.
Living Dead?
What was that supposed to be?
Rorschach was somewhat curious about the name, but he did not say anything.
He merely quickened his pace and charged at the assassin closest to him.
"Perfect timing. Let me tear this brat apart!"
A cruel smile appeared on the bald Black assassin's face.
"Not now. Don't transform!" Rhyme shouted in a low voice from the side.
Transforming in public would make things extremely troublesome.
"Heh, there's no need to transform."
After saying that, the bald Black assassin charged toward Rorschach as well. The two collided in the blink of an eye.
Bang!
Crack!
Whoosh!
But immediately after that.
The sound of bones breaking rang out. The bald Black man was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
He even slammed into the wall hard enough to make it shake.
When he fell back to the ground, he lay completely motionless.
His chest had caved in entirely.
Rorschach's punch had nearly turned the man's chest into mush.
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