American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Rorschach pedaled his bicycle at high speed.

Whether on TV or on the Internet, the explosive news of Stark Industries continued to ferment.

Even the window TV facing the street and the electronic GG sign hanging high were playing news reports.

Even on the mobile phone screens of pedestrians on the street, Tony Stark was the only protagonist.

However, this had nothing to do with Rorschach.

He crossed several familiar streets and arrived at the door of a Chinese restaurant called "Delicious".

The restaurant was small and exquisite.

But although it was small, it had everything.

After years of hard work by his aunt.

The name of Delicious Chinese Restaurant was known to everyone in Manhattan.

Rorschach stepped into the store, walked through the neatly arranged tables and chairs, and walked to the counter.

Even though lunch time was over.

In the corner of the restaurant, several rednecks dressed in cowboys were still feasting.

Aunt Rorschach's superb cooking skills.

For ordinary people in the United States who have monotonous diets and single cooking methods, it is no less than a dimensionality reduction attack.

"Good morning, aunt."

Rorschach walked up quickly and lay on the counter.

At this moment, aunt was sitting at the counter, the calculator under her fingertips was crackling, sorting out the accounts.

Hearing Rorschach's greeting, aunt didn't raise her head, and said sarcastically:

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Rorschach, you are late again."

Aunt is not very old, only about thirty-five years old.

She has short hair and wears a white chef's outfit every day.

The slightly round chin also highlights her neat and tidy temperament of a strong woman.

Aunt stopped calculating the accounts and couldn't help rolling her eyes at the smiling Rorschach.

"Our tool man, apprentice Mike, has asked for a long vacation, starting from one week..."

Aunt pointed to the takeaway box not far away.

"So, I'm going to suspend the takeout orders. You can come back after you deliver these."

"Big Mouth Mike?"

The image of a thin but very gluttonous black youth gradually became clear in Rorschach's memory.

"Didn't he always say he wanted to work overtime to learn cooking? Why did he suddenly take a vacation?"

"A few days ago, Mike's seven-year-old brother disappeared..." Aunt sighed, with a bit of sarcasm in her eyes, "You also know what kind of morality the police in the poor community are. Rich people like Tony Stark are their service objects. Mike can only mobilize the social skills of relatives and friends..."

"If I have time, I will contact Mike to help..."

Rorschach said seriously, and then he picked up the helmet on the counter.

"Aunt, I'm going to deliver the food first, otherwise I'll be criticized again."

He easily picked up the heavy takeout box with one hand and turned to go out.

"Smelly boy..."

The aunt at the counter stared at Rorschach's broad and powerful back, showing a gratified aunt's smile.

However, she still blinked in confusion.

"Is it the growth and development period? Or is he secretly working out? Why does he seem to have become stronger?"

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After years of hard work and exploration by my aunt.

The business strategy of the 'Delicious' Chinese restaurant is to choose the middle and low-end people.

While ensuring good quality and low price, the taste is kept as much as possible.

Therefore, the radiation range of most takeouts does not exceed five kilometers.

It only took Rorschach twenty minutes to deliver most of the takeout orders.

These are basically old customers who can't forget after tasting my aunt's cooking.

Now, Rorschach only has one set meal for two in his hand.

Riding a bicycle through several crowded streets, Rorschach arrived at a recently renovated apartment building.

Rorschach walked to the door of the apartment and found that the door was closed and only residents could enter.

So he chose to press the call device on the door.

Rorschach said skillfully:

"Excuse me, Mr. Eugene? Your takeout has arrived. Can you please go downstairs to get it..."

"Damn it! 403! Delivered to the door!"

Not long after, a slurred male voice came from the call device.

Then, the closed door of the apartment opened with a pleasant ring.

"If you don't open the door, I'll give you a shit..."

Rorschach shook his head and sighed.

Based on past experience, he easily guessed that the customer was drunk.

However, the service industry does not have the right to choose customers.

Rorschach shrugged helplessly.

He staggered into the apartment with the takeaway box.

Dong Dong Dong!

Not long after, Rorschach knocked on the door of room 403.

Accompanied by a sound of footsteps, the door opened with a bang.

An unpleasant smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of leaves suddenly hit him.

Even the well-informed Rorschach couldn't help but frown.

"Your takeaway, sir."

Rorschach tried to keep a business smile and took the takeaway from the box.

"Hurry... Thank you."

A drunk blond man behind the door reached out to take the takeaway and planned to close the door.

Bang!

However, Rorschach's palm suddenly pressed on the door.

He interrupted the other person's action abruptly!

"Sir, takeout is paid upon delivery, you haven't paid yet."

Rorschach explained with a smile.

The blond man was obviously stunned for a moment, shaking his head to stay awake.

Then, he turned and shouted into the room:

"Hey, Eugene! Come pay!"

"Pay? What to pay for? Do I still need to pay for takeout?"

Not long after, a staggering tall figure came to the door.

He roughly pushed away the drunken blond man.

His eyes were blood red, and he threatened Rorschach with a fierce expression:

"Hey, kid, you better get out of here..."

Rorschach subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

He calmly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

After pressing it a few times, he showed it to the bald man.

"Eugene Paul, if you refuse to pay the fee, I will choose to call the police to solve the problem."

"How do you know my name?" The bald man opened his eyes wide, "Who sent you here?!"

Obviously under the dual effects of alcohol and leaves, the bald man's mind was filled with confusion.

"Boy, you look familiar..."

After taking a closer look at the figure in front of him, the bald man looked suspicious.

"Rorschach?"

Eugene Paul, the former bully in Rorschach's high school.

The reason why he is his ex is because he has been expelled from the school.

"The set meal for two is fifty yuan, and the delivery fee is ten yuan..."

Rorschach did not intend to get involved with the drunken Eugene, not to mention that the two had no friendship.

"Sixty yuan in total, thank you for your patronage."

"You...your takeout is late!"

Eugene's expression changed back and forth, suddenly becoming much gloomier.

"I've been waiting for more than an hour!"

"Eugene."

At this moment, Luo Xia couldn't help but sigh, and he looked at the other party with a sincere expression.

"This is just a takeaway. If you are having a hard time, I can treat you to it..."

"But you're obviously just having fun now, aren't you?"

Luo Xia narrowed his eyes and subconsciously twisted his neck.

The drooping palms are slightly clenched, and the fingertips are moving back and forth.

This is the starting move in Catachan fighting skills, hidden and deadly.

"I just don't plan to pay. What can you do to me? Call the police? Little man?"

The strong man Eugene suddenly grinned, his expression ferocious.

Even the muscular shoulders swayed slightly, and the whole person was already waiting for the opportunity to move.

He is still the school bully who bullies boys and girls, and has not changed at all.

A minute ago, when Eugene discovered that the delivery boy turned out to be a high school alumnus.

He was so drunk that he never thought of letting the other person leave!

He hated that school so much!

He also hates those sanctimonious good students!

And right in front of me, there happens to be a very suitable human sandbag...