American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Rorschach, with a stern expression, withdrew the giant saber.

He shook the red and white mixture on the blade.

The giant saber is restored to like new condition.

A truly finely crafted Catachan weapon.

It didn't take much effort on Rorschach's part.

It easily ended Sergey's short life.

Rorschach is not a murderous person.

Just for a peaceful and peaceful life.

There is nothing you can do about getting your hands stained with blood.

Rorschach used the toe of his military boot to stir Sergei's body.

I saw the body hidden in the other hand behind my back.

The phone with the recording function turned on is running quietly.

Apparently, Mr. Sergey did not realize his mistake.

Rorschach bent down and picked up the phone.

They also took away all the items that could prove their identity and the little remaining cash from the corpse's pocket.

Immediately afterwards, he carefully cleaned up the traces left at the scene.

Turn around and leave.

It's past midnight.

The night sky remained bright for the first half of the night.

Gradually it was obscured by thick clouds and fog, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The damp smell in the air is getting thicker.

It seemed like a downpour was coming.

The banks of the tidal East River.

Warehouse 10, facing the Brooklyn Bridge, is hidden among many buildings.

If one investigated on paper, one would find a small warehouse in front of them.

It was used as a place for idle items by an obscure listed company in Manhattan.

Under the layers of packaging, just pay attention to the traces and attire of people entering and exiting.

Even the police will be available to guard the warehouse.

Vladimir Veitch.

It was with this ingenious plan that he quickly gained the favor of the gang leader.

He has completely become one of the most famous leaders of the sportswear gang.

However, in recent times.

Rapid changes in the underworld.

It also put Vicki into a dire situation, and her glory was gone.

Do criminals need order?

It is required to a certain extent.

Word-of-mouth gang rules can help most criminals escape legal punishment.

It can also prevent greater friction between gangs that are in constant conflict, causing losses in economic interests.

However, when the gang rules that can only be understood are completely realized.

And after it became an insurmountable order.

Vicki was suddenly surprised to find out.

His degree of freedom is even less than that of ordinary citizens in New York City.

However, Vicki had no retreat.

Above is the gang leader who is strategizing and acting cruelly.

And the even more terrifying underground king.

Below are the gang members who are waiting for food, and the profits from crime are decreasing year by year.

In a steel jungle.

As the middle-level leader of the sportswear gang, Vicky can only survive...

In the brightly lit warehouse, wooden boxes are almost piled up around him.

And it was in an open space surrounded by a pile of wooden boxes.

Vicky, with a serious expression, was sitting cross-legged on a table.

Keep counting stacks of old cash bills.

These are the criminal profits he is about to turn over.

Even if one is missing, it will lead to fierce accountability from the gang leader.

Therefore, the dedicated Vicki did not dare to neglect and always went into battle personally.

Because there are too many interests involved, in order to prevent anyone from being tempted randomly.

Vicky also didn't bring any manpower.

Only two close confidants, who are brothers and sisters, are responsible for guarding the warehouse.

Buzz buzz.

At this moment, the phone in his jacket pocket vibrated.

Vicky blinked her dry eyes a few times and took out her cell phone.

"ha……"

After twisting his neck and trying to relax, Vicky glanced at the message and couldn't help but let out a weird laugh.

"I really miss that crazy and innocent youth..."

Vicky sighed.

The message was from my cousin Sergey.

There were no words in it either.

There is only one large-scale photo of Sergei celebrating enthusiastically with naked beauties.

Vicki smiled and took back the phone.

After anyone's first sin.

Hormones that have nowhere to vent will always rush towards two things.

Women and drugs.

Until the means of crime gradually become more proficient.

The numb mood can no longer evoke any emotion.

One day, Sergey will also understand this feeling...

"Um?"

In an instant, Vicky frowned.

He subconsciously picked up a submachine gun that was thrown on the table.

The surrounding environment is not quite right.

Moreover, it was too quiet in the warehouse...

What about the cigarettes and conversations between confidants, and the sound of footsteps patrolling back and forth?

"Ivan? Nikolai?"

Vicky called softly, listening at the same time.

However, when his call did not receive any answer.

Click!

Vicki pulled the bolt of the gun expressionlessly.

At the same time, he quickly turned over the table and hid in the corner formed by several wooden boxes.

At this moment, the light on the top of the warehouse is warm and bright.

But drops of cold sweat gradually broke out on Vicky's forehead.

Even the palm of the hand holding the gun handle was covered with sweat.

Vicky was forced to wipe her palms repeatedly.

Prevent the firearm from slipping and delaying important events.

There was a moment of silence.

Vicky swallowed and shouted to the extremely silent warehouse:

"Friend! If Ivan and Nikolay are still alive, please spare their lives! Both of them are men who come out to make a living and have families to take care of..."

"Do you need any help? If I can solve it, I will definitely not refuse! The cash on the table, if you are not afraid of the gang's revenge, you can take it at will... If you think it is too little, there are ten kilograms of drugs hidden in the black wooden box in the corner of the warehouse. The purity of the goods is not low, and it can be worth millions!"

For a moment, except for a faint echo, there was no sound in the warehouse.

Vic was sure that the other party was definitely not a policeman...

If it was not a professional killer sent by the hostile gang.

Then, it must be those mysterious "vigilantes"!

Bang, bang, bang!

Suddenly, a round object the size of a basketball was thrown out from the narrow warehouse aisle.

After countless flips and rolls, it rolled to Vic's feet.

Just a subconscious glance.

Vic's face changed suddenly!

He couldn't help but close his eyes and squeezed out a trace of grief from between his teeth.

"Ivan!"

It was a human head.

A bloody head with a familiar face.

It was also a human head with both eyes pierced by thin iron nails!

And at the tail of the iron nail that penetrated into the eye socket, there were actually several strips of toilet paper wrapped around it!

At this moment, the blood-stained toilet paper was tightly pasted on the face of the human head.

It was like a horror costume in Halloween.

The absurdity was full of weirdness, and the fear was brewing in fear!

Vic, who was breathing heavily, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.

He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"I swear in the name of God! The sportswear gang will always hunt you down! And hunt down your family! Kill everything you care about most! Even if your family only has a dog! We will find it, chop it up, and send it to you in person! Wait for death! Bastard!"

Bang bang bang——

Vic, who was furious, poked the muzzle of the gun from the edge of the wooden box.

He pulled the trigger hard and fired aimlessly and crazily!

Hot shells exploded on Vicky's face from time to time.

He couldn't help but dodge.

However, every time Vicky's eyes swept over the miserable head.

The complex emotions of sadness and anger would once again make him lose his mind!

Click!

The submachine gun magazine was empty and made a sound of hanging up.

Vicky gasped violently, and his fingertips trembled as he touched his waist.

He planned to change the bullets.

Whoosh--

But at this moment, an iron nail with toilet paper wrapped around the tail.

Silently shot out from the gap between two wooden boxes not far away.

It was inserted into the back of Vicky's hand with great accuracy!

"Ah!"

Vicky screamed, and the gun suddenly fell from his wet palm.

Before Vicky could react.

More iron nails flew out like bullets!

They were actually nailed to Vicky's face!

Piercing into the flesh and blood, three points into the bone!