American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

"Name?"

"I have no idea."

"age?"

"I really do not know!"

Bucky, the Winter Soldier, curled up on the multi-purpose hospital bed, held his head in pain.

There seemed to be only confusion and confusion in his wide-open eyes.

A few meters away, Rorschach, whose gray hair had been shortened again, was sitting in a metal chair.

He held a cup of steaming Taigus milk in his palm, occasionally taking a few sips.

The two-meter-tall strong body casts a huge shadow under the bright light.

Buzz buzz——

Accompanied by the subtle sound of the anti-gravity engine.

The servo skull Reditus was suspended safely behind Rorschach.

The red light flashed in the eye sockets, and the mechanical clamps expanded and contracted from time to time.

It seems like there are a lot of things that it wants to talk about.

But he didn't dare to interrupt the inquiry process of his elder.

"Your full name is James Buchanan Barnes... your common name is Bucky Barnes. You were a combat veteran during World War II and an anti-Japanese fighter who resisted the Nazis... ...You were captured by the evil organization Hydra in an accident caused by an operation, and underwent human body modification and mental brainwashing..."

The expressionless Rorschach blinked at the cyan wolf boy.

He told the Winter Soldier his past experiences in a simple and clear way.

"In the past few decades, you have been called the 'Winter Soldier' ​​by them, and you have completely become a killer assassin of Hydra disrupting the world order... You have killed many innocent people in the past, old people, children, men and women... "

"say no more--"

Bucky, who was curled up like a quail on the hospital bed, suddenly raised his drooped head.

He opened his blood-red eyes and suddenly roared.

However, the expressionless Rorschach showed no signs of alarm.

He just picked up the animal milk in his palm and took a sip.

He didn't seem to care about anything in front of him.

"How dare you disrespect the Primarch! Damn heretic!"

The servo-skull Reditus floating behind him quickly rushed forward.

Two mechanical forceps quickly retracted the inside of the skull.

An ultra-small laser cannon with a caliber that was obviously a bit thicker than an ordinary laser gun suddenly flipped out and was aimed at Bucky's head.

"Master Primarch, stop talking nonsense to him! Leave him to me! Let me kill him with one shot! If you want to live, within three days, I promise to give you an obedient and powerful fighter servant! "

Raditus' angry mechanical voice echoed in Rorschach's ears.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes at the cyan wolf boy.

He said slowly to the servo skull Reditus:

"If I just needed thugs, I would have asked you to transform some damn human criminals into fighter servants... Get out of here, Raditus, for the sake of being so loyal, you stole Jessica Ray without permission..." Let’s forget about shooting the pistol, and remember to give David the production line drawings of the laser weapon.”

"Uh... I understand, noble primarch."

The servo skull Raditus slowly floated aside.

It carefully retrieved the ultra-small laser cannon that was modified from several laser pistols.

"Bucky...you owe a life to the innocent victims, and you owe countless blood debts to mankind as a whole...The reason why I left you alive is, firstly, to understand the overall structure of the Hydra organization, and secondly, I think You still have the right to save...at least you have the right to die heroically."

Rorschach drank up the rest of the animal milk in one gulp.

He dropped his thick arms and put down the empty glass.

"My memory... my memory is too confusing. I remember all the murder scenes. I actually remember them all..."

Bucky, who fell into silence, suddenly raised his chin.

He stared at Rorschach with a pair of blood-red eyes and said almost like a whisper:

"I need a lot of time to sort out my memories and get rid of mental control... If, if I lose control, I hope you can kill me! I don't want to become an assassin puppet who only knows killing again!"

"I can promise you this...Those Hydras can't escape the confines of the earth, but don't let me wait too long."

Rorschach stood up slowly with an expressionless face.

He said without looking back as he walked towards the outside of the medical room.

"Welcome back to the real world...Bucky Barnes."

The servo-skull Raditus floating aside quickly drove the anti-gravity engine and followed Rorschach.

But before leaving.

It still stretched out a mechanical pincer and raised a friendly gesture towards Bucky who was trapped in painful memories.

"Old boy, please don't fall into my hands... Jie Jie Jie..."

"Ah! Sorry! Lord Primarch! I was wrong!"

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Outside the medical room door.

Rorschach, who subconsciously licked his fangs, put his arms around his shoulders.

Waiting for the servo-skull Reditus to fly out of the metal gate.

Then, he glanced at the other person who was floating up and down, and asked indifferently:

"Where's the blueprint for the copycat Terminator? What was originally a one-day mission was delayed by you for three days... It just so happens that I recently obtained a Necron super-phase sword, which is very useful for chopping melons and vegetables. …”

"Master Primarch... do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

However, Servo-Skull Reditus seemed to enter the calm state of a tech-priest.

It didn't care about Rorschach's threats and teasing.

Even the mechanical voice seemed to have lost any emotional fluctuations.

"Of course it's true."

Rorschach slowly put away his teasing mentality.

He narrowed his eyes at the blue wolf boy.

His expression became more serious.

"My Lord Primarch, your base can be described as having nothing... There is no forging furnace, no grinding production line, and no material inventory. Let alone adamantium, even the most basic ceramic steel and plastic steel cannot be mass-produced."

"I, Raditus, am not one of those conservative factions that know nothing without the guidance of prayer scriptures, but the conditions here are too harsh, aren't they?"

"If I have everything, do I still need the help of a technical priest like you?"

Rorschach couldn't help but frown.

He stared at Raditus with red light flashing in his eyes.

Servoskull Raditus shook the mechanical clamp back and forth.

It drove the anti-gravity engine, slowly approached Rorschach, and deliberately lowered its voice and said:

"My Lord Primarch, I am not complaining to you... but explaining a basic truth to you. All our major plans require the support of countless foundries and basic materials."

"In fact... if you just want to copy a Terminator power armor, you can barely complete it with your existing materials. You only need a large ultra-high temperature forge and a little help from the heretic iron man."

"Adamantium? No need. After smelting the remains of the metal alien, it can be used as the internal skeleton of the Terminator. The heavy metal shell can also be made of local gold-titanium alloy. It is light and easier to replace..."

"But, my Lord Primarch... are you satisfied with this?"

After listening to Raditus' words.

Rorschach opened his eyes wide and asked softly:

"So... Reditus, what do you want to tell me?"

"Expansion! Lord Primarch! We need to expand quickly!"

"As long as you give me a little permission, a powerful intelligence control army will appear in this world! It will be easy to conquer a complete planet for you!"

"The moon and other planets... will all be the forging world in your palm!"

"Reditus..."

"Hmm?"

At this moment, a plasma pistol was pulled out by Rorschach.

It quickly pressed against the white forehead of the servo skull.

"I find that you have been too active recently...Do you need to use plasma to wash your brain and calm down?"

"Lord Primarch...Lord, I, can't I fantasize occasionally?"