American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Rumble——

The whizzing tornado missiles bombarded and exploded on the already dilapidated city streets, setting off pieces of rubble one after another.

However, no matter whether it was Peter, who was relying on the strong spider silk and the "Peter's Spirit" to flexibly avoid a large number of explosions and flying shrapnel in mid-air.

Inquisitor Frank, who still held the thick jump shield in front of him and the storm bolter on one side of the shield, did not suffer any damage from the explosion!

Chi chi chi——

In the next second, Peter, who was caught on top of a tall building by several strong spider silks, quickly flew in the direction of the tornado missile in a very agile and flexible manner.

He even used the soles of his two military boots to run forward on the surface of the building as if on flat ground.

At the same time, Judge Frank, who struggled to drive the mortal power armor, also launched forward like a newly launched missile.

He crashed into the depths of an empty building, and then rushed towards the top of the floor.

Winter winter winter!

About tens of seconds later, a dark room filled with the smell of burning fire filled the air.

Peter, who was extremely nimble and agile, flew in through the broken window first.

As countless window frame fragments were flying, he saw at a glance several human heretics who were turning their guns.

The two jetting spider silks located on the wrists bloomed forward without thinking.

"Hey, good evening everyone! Are you still awake?"

Peter, who subconsciously burst into tears, stepped hard on the dusty and messy ground.

He jumped forward violently with the help of the strong spider silk that had been wrapped around a heretic's body. His two feet flew through the air and stepped heavily on the opponent's chest!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the enemy's bones exploding and the tragic howling resounded all around.

A powerful leg with a conventional strength of almost ten tons flew through the air and hit the neck of another heretic with force!

Winter winter winter!

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the dark room.

Frank, wearing mortal power armor, also rushed in from the door.

He set up the storm bolter and jump shield in the metal palm.

Without any hesitation, he fired terrifyingly powerful explosive bombs at the other heretics who were pulling the trigger of the laser gun within his field of vision!

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the roaring bombs caused those extremely fragile human bodies to explode one after another. Countless pieces of flesh and blood and fishy internal organs kept flying in the air, covering the surrounding walls.

Even though Peter, who happened to be within the envelope, reacted extremely quickly, a lot of smelly blood was still poured onto his hair.

"Here's the original body! My dear instructor, we won't be able to find a source of clean water for bathing in a short time..."

"Safe, the crisis is over! All enemy targets have been annihilated!"

At this moment, the deep voice from Judge Frank completely overwhelmed Peter's complaints.

He first glanced at the surrounding room structure with great vigilance, and then slowly lowered the storm bolter and jumping shield in his palm.

"Peter, check the bodies around to see if there are any alive."

Frank, with a solemn expression, gave the order without looking back to Peter, who was jumping on the spot and trying to dry his hair.

Then, he drove the mortal power armor to the cyclone missiles that were erected at the window, with only the launcher remaining.

"Even though the factory serial numbers of these tornado missiles have been carefully polished, the weapons and equipment produced by major foundries and mobile nests are essentially different in terms of painting colors and models..."

Frank, muttering to himself, drove the mortal power armor to kneel down on one knee.

He repeatedly checked the models and styles of these launchers.

"Peter, I have determined that these are weapons and equipment produced by the Mobile Hive City. Have you found anything over there?"

Frank, who was frowning, quickly stood up from the ground.

He drove the mortal power armor and turned around to ask Peter who was not far away.

"Instructor, even based on my experience as a rookie participating in the first internship operation, I can roughly judge that we are in big trouble this time."

"Look, this seems to be the latest model of Terra II laser firearm. Coupled with the emergence of cyclone missiles, how did these heretics obtain weapons and equipment?"

"There's another question. We haven't found any trace of them before. Why did they suddenly attack us? Are they because they dislike their slow death?"

The instructor's question removed any contempt and neglect from Peter's young face.

He casually grabbed a damaged laser gun from a pile of flesh and blood fragments with strong spider silk, then shook his head in Frank's direction and said.

"Peter! Be alert, someone is coming!"

At this moment, Inquisitor Frank had not yet responded to Peter's words.

The expression on his face changed immediately.

Chi chi chi——

The next second, two scorching red beams of power that were as powerful as molten penetrated a wall of the dim room.

Sweeping in the direction of Peter and Frank like a destructive force!

Peter, with a tense face, reacted very quickly and jumped back and forth in the air.

He even hid directly behind Frank's mortal power armor.

Then, Frank, who remained calm, quickly raised the storm bolter in his palm and pulled the trigger towards the wall!

Boom boom boom——

Bombs bursting out with a sharp roar continued to penetrate the wall with flying fragments.

It also suddenly stopped the burning red beam that the unknown enemy had just swept across.

However, at this time, just when Frank, with a grim expression, was about to drive the mortal power armor to charge and quickly approach the enemy's position.

A shout from behind the broken wall temporarily weakened the dangerous atmosphere here.

"Strange friend, don't shoot, we are one of us!"

"We are mutants belonging to the X-Men Patrol. My ID number is 002345, and my teammate's ID number is 033123!"

At this moment, Frank, who heard the other party's words, did not move to lower the muzzle of the gun.

Peter, who subconsciously opened his eyes wide, could not help but carefully stick his head out from behind the mortal power armor and peeked repeatedly.

"I am Inquisitor Frank Custer, serial number 0001, and the other person is the Inquisitor's trainee apprentice, Peter Parker, temporary serial number 0099."

"As an Inquisitor, I now order you to stand up immediately. My suggestion is that you should be cautious in your actions to avoid unnecessary trouble and misunderstandings. After all, my grenade gun has no eyes!"

Frank, with a cold expression, spoke slowly in a low voice to the mutant who was still hiding in the shadows.