American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

The falling snowflakes slowly fell on Luo Xia's woolen windbreaker.

It also makes this black jacket look more conspicuous.

Rorschach, who had a small jar of phantom dust tied to his wrist with a red prayer rope knitted by his aunt, was crossing his legs.

Sitting with her back straight at an outdoor table in a cafe.

At this moment, with a calm expression, he stared intently at the two men sitting opposite.

The middle-aged man wearing a purple suit and a bright tie is called Saul Goodman.

Once the ultimate savior for countless gangs around New York City.

Now he has become the head of the legal department of Imperial Heavy Industries.

In the past six months, Karen Nielsen Law Firm, which cooperates with Fudge Nielsen, has made a lot of contributions to the long-term development of Imperial Heavy Industries.

The other one was fiddling with his stiff fingers repeatedly.

A young man who keeps chewing gum in his mouth to relieve his nervousness.

Even Rorschach had heard of his name.

Eddie Brock.

A hapless antihero who has yet to become the host of the alien parasite Venom.

But now, he is being used by Iron Man David with a high salary and free working hours that far exceeds industry standards.

Digging out from Global Daily, he belongs to the head of the Propaganda Department of Imperial Heavy Industries.

"I'm sorry to meet two elites for the first time since the establishment of Imperial Heavy Industries. I'm quite introverted and shy, and I'm not good at talking. In the past, I liked to leave my work arrangements to others."

A few fingers with no abnormality on their tips gently supported Rorschach's face.

He stared at the two men opposite who began to shake their legs and feet to relieve the coldness on their bodies and said calmly.

The middle-aged man Goodman is indeed a veteran who plays with the rules of the law.

His reaction speed is obviously more adaptable to social rules than Bullock, who just looks burly next to him.

After hearing Rorschach's voice, he quickly spoke first with a smile on his face:

"Mr. David has told us that you are the big boss behind Imperial Heavy Industries. It is natural and necessary that you don't like complicated things."

However, before Goodman could continue.

Brock, who seemed to have forcefully swallowed the gum in his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly.

In a deep voice, he asked Rorschach bluntly:

"Big boss, you told us to come out for coffee in this crazy weather, is it because there is something we need to deal with?"

"It's nothing too important. It's just that I've just finished a big and exhausting job recently, and I plan to handle some normal business to calm down. It just so happens that we can recognize each other's faces, so as not to come to you if I have anything to do in the future. do not know."

Rorschach, who seemed to have a slight smile on his lips, patted the snowflakes accumulated on his shoulders.

The focus of his eyes seemed not to be on the two men opposite him at all.

"Well, if there's anything really big going on, it's that Robert, the CEO who currently controls Imperial Heavy Industries, is about to be kicked out."

At this moment, Rorschach, who blinked slightly, seemed to remember something.

He added to the two people whose expressions seemed to have gradually become stiffer.

"Uh, big boss, with all due respect, can I ask you what's the reason?"

Brock, whose brows were obviously a little out of breath, hesitated for a short while.

Still asking cautiously to Rorschach, whose expression did not change.

"He didn't make any serious mistakes. It's just that the other party's management style and willingness to work are not in line with the development direction of Imperial Heavy Industries. If this is the case, then we have to ask him to leave without any loyalty."

Rorschach, who had a calm expression, lowered his head and thought for a moment.

He said softly, his eyes fixed on Brock.

In fact, this was actually a suggestion given by Iron Man David, who had left America and headed to the Pacific Ocean.

This working emperor named Robert is indeed a rare multi-functional management talent.

The development of Imperial Heavy Industries under his hands has indeed made great achievements.

Even after Rorschach learned of this man's series of classic operations, he gave him the nickname Little Guilliman.

However, the other party not only looked down upon Mrs. Gao, the leader of the gang empire, from the beginning.

He also repeatedly had commercial conflicts, large and small, with Mrs. Gao's men.

If this is just a small thing that happened during the team's running-in period.

So when the other party changed Iron Man David's orders without authorization, and expressed dissatisfaction with Imperial Heavy Industries' mysterious and almost charitable behavior of distributing wealth.

He even wanted to unite with other chaebols to increase the nature of the interests of the financial oligarchs in Imperial Heavy Industries.

The other party who has no loyalty at all has already embarked on a dead end alone.

After all, Imperial Heavy Industries was just established by Iron Man David to cooperate with Rorschach's team in performing various tasks.

And it is just a tool to solve problems at the social level.

"Haha, okay Eddie, we are just a bunch of wage earners. The appointment of the company is not something we have the final say on. Are you right? Big boss?"

Seeing that the current atmosphere is a bit solemn.

Goodman, with his head covered with snowflakes, chuckled quickly and started making jokes.

This solved this embarrassing situation for Bullock.

"Okay, we have officially met each other. I see that you are quite frozen. Let's end today's meeting and you can leave."

At this moment, Rorschach subconsciously twitched his nose and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, he ordered the two men sitting across from him to be kicked out.

And heard what the big boss said.

Goodman and Bullock quickly stood up from the cold seats.

They stamped hard on their legs and feet, which had gradually become stiff due to the cold weather.

After greeting Luo Xia respectfully, who still had his legs crossed, he quickly left the cafe together.

Soon after, the two figures quickly disappeared into the depths of the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Rorschach, whose expression became much more serious, picked up a cup of completely cold black coffee in front of him and took a sip.

The thick bitterness that quickly spread to the tip of his tongue and deep in his mouth made him frown.

"Young people, pure black coffee is not an old-school thing that everyone can accept, especially cold black coffee will be more difficult to swallow."

At this moment, an old man with white hair sat at another outdoor table in the cafe.

Suddenly he spoke in the direction of Rorschach.

Rorschach, who squinted his eyes, turned his neck slightly.

He looked up and down at the man in a well-tailored white suit.

A gray mink coat draped over his shoulders.

A gentleman's cane was clutched in his bulging palm, and the white-haired old man even wore a monocle in front of one eye.

"I prefer tea to coffee, right?"

"Hello, young man, my name is Faust, a retired old man traveling alone to the American continent."

I heard Rorschach's slightly confused polite inquiry.

The white-haired old man wearing a monocle showed a gentle expression and a kind smile.

"It's not a good idea to travel to New York in winter. Please pay more attention to your safety. Sorry, old gentleman, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. I should go too."

At this moment, Luo Xia, who had a polite smile on his lips, suddenly stood up from his seat.

He gently patted the thin snowflakes falling on the shoulders of his windbreaker and his short gray hair.

After politely speaking to the white-haired old man, he strode toward the end of the street.

"Haha, should I say that New York deserves to be a metropolis? A little guy who seems to have werewolf blood can actually run around so openly. Old guy, you really should go out more and gain experience."

Wait until Rorschach's tall figure completely disappeared at the end of the street.

The white-haired old man wearing a monocle grinned subconsciously.

He murmured to himself:

"In that case, let's first stretch the muscles and bones that haven't been moved in decades, find out those members of the terrorist organization of the Terra Astral Legion, and burn them to ashes!"

"The Great Demonic Shadow is above, may your endless will guide my path of exploration."