American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

The expressionless Rorschach quickly stepped on the snow that covered his feet.

The tall figure walked through the wind and snow and entered a secluded street and alley.

At this moment, one of his palms was holding the plasma pistol hidden under his woolen windbreaker.

And the whole person was prepared for a sudden attack.

The white-haired old man appeared out of thin air next to the outdoor table in the cafe.

Although the other party carefully concealed his voice, it seemed to block other people's sight.

But the mixed smell of herbs and metal emanating from his body was a big surprise to Rorschach, who had a keen sense of smell.

No less than a light that suddenly lights up in the dark night.

Regardless of whether the opponent is a hero or a villain, he appears in New York in the current time period.

He must be here for the matter of the Terra Astral Legion!

However, Rorschach, who was ready to fight, stood there and waited for fifteen minutes.

After even a layer of snowflakes accumulated on the shoulders.

The enemy never appeared.

Not even a trace of tracking was found.

"Am I too paranoid? Or is the other person really a retired hero or villain traveling alone?"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought back to his previous actions and thought silently.

He was just a little bored after staying in the underground base for a long time.

Taking advantage of seeing off Eric the Blade, who declined to join the team, he decided to go out and breathe some fresh air.

At the same time, you can also experience the urban snow scene that you haven’t seen for a long time.

Now it seems that it is better to meet superheroes or villains than go out.

It would be safest to stay quietly in the underground base.

Rorschach slowly loosened his grip on the plasma pistol.

He quickly turned around and walked towards the exit of the street and alley.

It's better to take a few more circuits before returning to the underground base and wait for a while.

A few minutes later, Rorschach strode out of the alley.

He almost collided head-on with a slender woman wearing a hood and a black mask.

While dodging, his eyes inadvertently passed over the woman's white neck and the long crimson hair hidden deep in the hood.

Even his keen sense of smell could smell the faint smell of blood.

Rorschach, with a stern expression, subconsciously apologized politely to the other party:

"Excuse me."

"It's okay, big man, just watch the road more on snowy days."

The other party shook his hooded head indifferently.

A soft, slightly hoarse voice was clearly transmitted to Rorschach's ears from behind the black mask.

Afterwards, the two people who had no communication with each other hurriedly passed each other and went their separate ways in the wind and snow.

The red-haired woman wearing a hood and a black mask seemed to have already forgotten the little incident.

She walked quickly on the snowy New York streets.

Every once in a while or after moving a few blocks.

A slender red-haired woman will enter a store or clothing store.

When she appeared again, her clothes and shoes had changed styles.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the black mask that he always wears on his face.

An hour later, the red-haired woman crossed the Brooklyn Bridge alone.

Walked into an office building located on the edge of Brooklyn.

But the security guards who were standing inside the building doing security work didn't seem to notice her at all.

The red-haired woman quickly walked into an out-of-service elevator with a malfunction sign.

Then, without hesitation, he activated the full-body scanning system on the button panel.

"Fingerprint match, DNA match, hole match grant entry."

Katsa

With the sudden vibration and mechanical sound, the elevator quickly descended deep underground.

The red-haired woman seemed to be completely relieved.

She gently took off the black mask covering her face, revealing a delicate face with fair skin and a hint of rosiness.

Ding!

Soon after, the elevator gradually reached its underground destination.

The thick elevator doors slowly opened to both sides silently.

The red-haired woman took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

She quickly passed through a passage filled with closed doors.

We arrived in front of an office with the SHIELD logo hanging on it.

The red-haired woman didn't seem to have any intention of knocking on the door.

She directly raised her hand and pushed open the door, entering the interior of the office.

At this moment, a strong smell of burning cigars suddenly hit his face from the dimly lit room.

It also made the red-haired woman frown subconsciously.

"Director, why did you break the rules again? I think you will die from these things sooner or later."

The complaining red-haired woman unzipped her top without hesitation.

Clothes were also exposed

She stretched out two slender fingers and took out a folded rough paper from the cover on her chest.

He casually sat down on the old sofa towards that person.

The cigar held in his mouth, the fiery red figure flickering in the darkness, was thrown over.

"This is the specific appearance of the blue devil drawn by a survivor of a Mexican slum through extremely exquisite painting techniques."

"I have to say that his painting skills are much better than those of the sketch profilers in the bureau. I almost want to recruit him into the SHIELD Academy."

Just as the red-haired woman spoke.

A thick black hand accurately and powerfully caught the folded paper thrown by the other party.

Under the flickering light of the burning cigar.

On the rough paper that was gradually unfolding.

A blue metal giant wielding a huge sickle with green light was tearing everything in front of him.

At first glance, it was as clear and vivid as a vivid photo in the observer's sight.

Even if it was just a rough painting, it vaguely revealed an extremely brutal and bloody momentum.

"Well, Natasha, you really didn't fool me. The person who drew this picture is really a genius. If there is a chance, send him to the SHIELD Academy. I mean the new academy that has just been established recently."

As wisps of cigar smoke lingered.

A black bald head with a faint luster on the surface slowly straightened his back from the old sofa.

On that dark and weathered face.

The three very conspicuous scars above the left eye and the black eye patch are almost unforgettable.

"Natasha, besides this, is there any other information worth paying attention to?"

Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, stared at the paper in his palm without raising his head.

He continued to ask the red-haired woman with a burning cigar between his other two fingers.

"A name, or a noun, was told to me by a little boy who was rescued from the evil cultists by those so-called terrorists."

"Astartes!"

The red-haired woman named Natasha seemed to reveal a fleeting sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

But it was not directed at the terrorists who were the culprits.

"Astartes? I've never heard of it."

"But, Natasha, don't bring personal emotions into work. This is a fatal mistake. Evil cultists are evil cultists, and terrorists are terrorists. One of them cannot become a good person just because he did a good thing. Moreover, the blood account of hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians buried with him is not so easy to erase."

Nick Fury slightly raised his chin with a thick beard.

The one-eyed gaze stared at Natasha, who was almost naked, and he suddenly said helplessly:

"Natasha, the weather is cold, leave a few clothes on yourself, and you will thank me for this suggestion when you are old."

"Oh, so long-winded!"

Natasha, with a slightly frowned brow, swayed her curvy and agile body and walked to the locker in the corner of the office.

She casually pulled out a set of close-fitting leather armor with a dark luster from it.

While putting on the equipment, he said without looking back:

"When I sent back the intelligence, I had already met with Hydra agents at the border, and I heard that Leviathan's Zodiac also sent three constellations from Europe. Even after arriving in New York, I accidentally bumped into a big man on the road. Just by looking at his eyes, I knew that the other party must be a murderer."

"Fury, it's a troubled winter now. It's already very difficult for us to deal with Hydra. With Leviathan's people coming to mess up, I'm afraid that more things will be involved, and S.H.I.E.L.D. will fall into an irreparable failure."

Listening to Natasha's constant chattering as if to relieve her emotions.

Nick Fury, who was silent for a moment, suddenly spoke:

"I think it's time to tell Rogers some of the truth about S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra."

"He has been asleep for more than 70 years, and accidentally came to an era that does not belong to him. He must have a lot of anger in his heart that needs to be vented."

"Now, we have countless enemies for the captain to vent his anger."