Mei Man: My Warhammer Simulator

Chapter 9
There are countless bars and nightclubs in Brooklyn.

But only one of them is the most famous.

Blueberry Nightclub.

There are school students who go out for entertainment, as well as urban white-collar workers who indulge after get off work.

There are rich white people looking for an affair, and there are all kinds of people who sell happiness
As long as you dare to think, ask for anything.

All can be found from the Blueberry Nightclub, and satisfying.

Of course, this is not a free service, and even more expensive.

It was approaching midnight.

The drunken Sergei rushed out of the back door of the nightclub and staggered into the dimly lit alley.

This is the escape route that only regular customers are allowed to use.

Usually used to avoid enemies or the police.

And Sergey had just become a junior member of the nightclub.

Barely qualified to try it out.

Although the nightclub manager only agreed because of Cousin Sergey's face.

But Sergey didn't dislike it, and was even quite happy.

Because today, he relies on his own efforts.

Help my cousin solve a wish.

By the way, I got rich rewards!

I, Sergey, New York City's rising gang star!

"hey-hey."

At this moment, the confident Sergey couldn't help showing a silly smile.

Then, he subconsciously recalled the slippery touch he had just felt.

The women in the Blueberry nightclub, regardless of their figure or appearance, are the best!

It's a pity that the beauties in the store are forbidden to exchange contact information with customers.

They were not even allowed to leave the club.

Overnight stays are only available for club members with higher tiers accepting private invitations
So, Sergey decided to contact a familiar technician to see if he could continue his struggle tonight.

However, the drunken Sergey didn't notice.

In the shadows behind him.

One is wearing a red hood.

The terrifying figure whose entire face was covered with black and green oil paint is slowly emerging!

That was the long-awaited Rorschach!
The silent Rorschach did not give Sergey any chance to resist.

He stomped hard on the ground, and he was behind Sergey in the blink of an eye!

The veins on the arm burst out one after another, and Rorschach's arm was strangled between Sergey's neck!
"Uh--"

Sergey, who was suddenly attacked, had no time to make any sound.

He could only wave his arms in panic, trying to get rid of Rorschach's control.

But to no avail.

After just a few seconds, Sergey rolled his eyes.

His body gradually became limp and weak, and he was about to suffocate to death!

Rorschach with cold eyes relaxed his arms slightly.

Prevent the opponent from dying in the alley.

The place is wrong and the time has not come
Some things still need to be explained clearly by Sergey!

Immediately afterwards, Rorschach bent over and picked up Sergey's heavy body.

He quickly turned around and left, disappearing deep in the deserted alley.

It's too close to nightclubs.

Not an appropriate location for interrogation.

Before that, Rorschach had already found a good place suitable for 'heart-to-heart talk' in advance.

----

bang——

Sergey's heavy body was like a broken sack, which was thrown to the ground by Rorschach, splashing countless dust.

This is an abandoned property with no owner.

Away from the street, the nearest resident is [-] meters away.

Rorschach can do anything with confidence.

Perhaps because of Rorschach's rough actions, Sergei who fell into a coma gradually woke up.

"what--"

He groaned in pain and tried to roll over on the ground.

However, Rorschach, who was standing aside, suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on the blond disheveled head.

"Sergey Petrov the Younger?"

Rorschach asked knowingly.

However, the dazed Sergey didn't seem to understand the current situation.

While trying to struggle to get up, he roared angrily:
"Do you know who I am! Do you know who my cousin is!"

Rorschach suddenly sneered.

The sole of the other foot wearing military boots was raised high, and suddenly fell!

Click!

Accompanied by a crisp fracture sound.

One of Sergey's arms was like a dry firewood, easily broken!
"what--"

Sergey's miserable cry just came out.

It was blocked by Rorschach with the sole of his shoe, and directly stuffed in his mouth.

At this moment, Sergey, with the veins on his neck bursting out, was like a dying fish.

While he was shaking all over, countless sweat soaked his thin clothes.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt the strength of the struggle under my feet weakened.

Rorschach with cold eyes continued to ask:
"I'll just ask once, who came up with the target of robbing the 'Yummy' Chinese restaurant?"

After Rorschach finished asking, he removed the sole of his shoe that was stepping on Sergey's mouth.

Today's Sergey is extremely embarrassed, and he is no longer as unruly as before.

Bleeding kept coming out of his mouth, flowing down the corner of his mouth to the ground.

Sergey raised his head slightly, and the depths of his eyes seemed to be full of resentment, which was fleeting.

But he still said inarticulately:
"It was me. I brought it up first."

"Why? I'm afraid there is not enough cash in the restaurant. If you go to the supermarket next door, wouldn't you be able to grab more cash? Is it because the restaurant has no risks?"

Rorschach stared at Sergey expressionlessly.

When Sergei heard Rorschach's question, hesitation appeared between his brows.

But soon, he made the decision to confess everything.

Because Rorschach stepped on his severed hand again.

"I say! I say everything!"

"We are not purely for money grabbing, but for finding excitement in the last free time and enjoying the thrill of crime!"

"My cousin is the little boss of the tracksuit gang. He said that the rules of the underground world have completely changed! A month ago, the new underground king unified the gangs on the entire east coast!"

"All criminal organizations must obey his command alone. Private crimes are not allowed. Each gang can only rely on the criminal industry distributed by the underground king to make profits and get money!"

"Those who are good at robbing banks can only rob banks, and those who are good at selling white noodles can only sell white noodles. If you want to change the gang business, you need to pay the underground king a high amount of criminal money."

"Damn it! If you can't do whatever you want to commit a crime, why do you want to join a gang? This is a joke!"

"But now, no one dares to disobey the order of the King of the Underground, and no one thinks it's a joke."

"Hundreds of lives have created new rules, a new order!"

Speaking of this, Sergey swallowed hard, and then said tremblingly:
"So, I'm just looking for an opportunity to help my cousin relieve some psychological pressure, and pass the entrance test of the sportswear gangster by the way. After all, my cousin has always taken care of me, and joining his gang is not a bad thing, don't you think? "

"Where is your cousin now?"

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, suddenly asked.

"Today is Saturday, it should be time for the gang to take stock of the finances"

Sergey lay down on the ground dejectedly.

It seemed as if he had completely given up struggling.

"I once inadvertently eavesdropped on my cousin's phone. Near the Brooklyn Bridge, near the East River, there is a place called Warehouse [-], which is the secret stronghold of the sportswear gang."

"If you're looking for him, he's probably there."

Seeing that the address was asked from Sergey.

Rorschach, who was wearing a red scarf, nodded his chin in satisfaction.

He suddenly took a step back and bent over.

"Sergey?"

"Ok?"

Sergey looked up subconsciously.

puff-

A huge black and dull saber suddenly pierced Sergey's eye socket!

The extremely sharp saber pierced through the blonde hair at the back of his head with a little bit of white slurry!

"Thank you for your cooperation."

　It didn't feel good at the beginning, but it dragged on until now.
　　The signing is complete, everyone vote quickly!

　　Of course, don’t forget to follow up, it seems to be more important now.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)