Hurry, Danger!

Bang, bang, bang!

Inside the tavern.

S.H.I.E.L.D. special agents and the assassins targeting Ivan Vanko, who had been hiding all along, no longer disguised themselves and quickly entered combat, firing bullets from their firearms at each other.

"Commander, follow me!"

In the midst of the chaos, the bartender came to Howard Stark's side, shielding them both as they quickly retreated towards the exit.

Bang, bang!

A few bullets whizzed by as an enemy rushed forward, attempting to block Howard and the others from leaving.

The bartender quickly pushed Howard and the other person under a table, then violently pulled the trigger on the attacker...

Bang, bang, bang!

The bartender fired three shots in quick succession, all hitting the assassin in the chest.

For some reason, these assassins didn't seem like professional agents at all; their marksmanship was far inferior to that of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Commander, let's go."

After finishing off the assassin with a shot, the bartender intended to continue leading Howard Stark away.

But just then.

Bang, bang!

Two more shots rang out, and two bullets pierced the bartender's body.

The bartender's eyes widened, and he turned to look at the person who had fired, unable to believe his own eyes.

Why was that guy completely fine after taking three shots?

Why?

Even though three bullets had hit him, blood had already stained his chest!

Based on the bartender's experience, the man should have fallen to the ground, slowly losing consciousness and then dying. What was going on?

But at this moment, no one could answer the bartender's questions.

His consciousness was already beginning to blur, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Thomas!"

"Thomas!"

Howard Stark remained crouched on the ground, too afraid to get up. He looked at the bartender who had fallen beside him, his face filled with grief.

Bang, bang, bang!

But at this moment, a barrage of bullets flew by, startling Howard Stark into hastily retracting his head.

He didn't dare to peek out again.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

And in that short time, the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents also fell one after another.

The number of assassins wasn't actually that large, only three of them, but for some reason, they were all like indestructible cockroaches.

Even after being shot, they seemed completely unaffected.

Because of this, the three assassins didn't care about the bullets from others at all. They neither dodged nor flinched, continuously and ruthlessly firing at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

This led to heavy casualties among the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

The situation on the scene could be described as extremely critical.

"Mr. Stark."

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

Howard Stark turned his head and saw an incredibly young face appear before him.

"It's dangerous here, hurry and leave! They're not after you, go now!"

Howard Stark urged Rorschach anxiously.

Howard wasn't surprised that Rorschach recognized him. As he himself had said, he was a celebrity of sorts.

It wasn't a big deal for someone to recognize him.

"Leave these people to me, but in the meantime, I want you to stay down here and don't make any rash moves," Rorschach said to Howard Stark with a serious expression.

"Hey, kid, do you think this is the time to play the hero? This isn't a movie, people actually die!" Howard Stark reprimanded Rorschach in a low voice.

But Rorschach didn't say anything more to Howard Stark. He reached down and picked up a shard of a broken wine bottle from the ground.

He suddenly flicked his wrist, sending it flying towards one of the assassins.

Whoosh!

Screech!

A flash of cold light streaked by, and the next moment, a spray of blood erupted.

It turned out that the glass shard in Rorschach's hand had pierced the wrist of one of the assassins like a projectile.

Clang!

The gun the assailant was holding naturally slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Swish! Swish!

Thwack! Thwack!

Rorschach didn't stop moving, and two more glass shards flew out.

With two muffled groans, the other two assassins also had their wrists hit, losing their weapons.

"Is this a joke?"

Howard Stark was dumbfounded, staring at Rorschach as if he were a monster.

Even their S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents didn't have such skills.

No, even the Howling Commandos who once struck fear into Hydra couldn't match this.

After all, glass shards were far too light to be thrown with such force; it was simply beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person.

"Stay put right here."

Rorschach instructed Howard Stark again.

"You guys, fall back to Howard's side!"

Rorschach then called out to the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Although those agents didn't recognize Rorschach at all, they could discern the situation and immediately retreated to Howard Stark's side, forming a protective formation.

Unfortunately, the only exit was blocked by those assassins, so they couldn't escort Howard away first.

They could only guard Howard for the time being, waiting for the mysterious young man to deal with the three assassins.

Under the gaze of everyone present, Rorschach strode towards the three assassins.

Since these individuals had such strong physiques that even bullets couldn't kill them, Rorschach really wanted to test if they could still jump around after he blew their hearts out.

"I knew this operation wouldn't go smoothly."

A bald black assassin casually pulled the glass shard from his wrist.

He didn't even blink.

It was as if his wrist hadn't been pierced by the glass shard at all.

"Rhyme, this kid isn't normal. What exactly is he?"

Another long-haired assassin casually asked the third assassin, who was wearing a shirt.

"I don't know what he is, but they're clearly not those disgusting walking dead!"

The shirt-wearing assassin stared intently at Rorschach and answered his companion.

Walking dead?

What was that?

Rorschach was curious about the name but didn't say anything more.

He began to quicken his pace, charging towards the assassin closest to him.

"Perfect timing, let me tear this kid apart!"

The bald black assassin's face contorted into a cruel smile.

"It's not the time, don't transform!" Rhyme sternly warned the other man.

Transforming in public would cause a lot of trouble.

"Heh, no need to transform at all."

The bald black assassin uttered these words and charged towards Rorschach as well. The two collided in an instant.

Bang!

Crack!

Whoosh!

But then.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the bald black man was sent flying back like a cannonball.

He slammed heavily into the wall, shaking it violently.

When he fell back to the ground, he was motionless.

His chest had caved in completely.

Rorschach's punch had practically turned the man's chest into mush.