Chapter 11: 011. Simulator resources: guns (please collect! Please recommend!)
The unbearable pain seemed to have aroused Vichy's ferocity. Google Search Reading
He forced his eyes open.
He stretched out his arm regardless of anything, trying to grab back the submachine gun that fell in front of him!
Unfortunately, Vichy, who was caught up in the impulse, ignored the blind spot of his vision.
A figure on top of the wooden box suddenly jumped down!
While the person was still in the air, a huge black and dull saber chopped down with force!
Snap——
Accompanied by a faint crisp sound and a suddenly rising tragic howl.
Vichy's palm and half of his forearm completely left the human body.
He fell into the cold embrace of the concrete floor.
Swish——
At the same time, the narrow and dull giant saber turned again with the wrist of the knife holder.
It stabbed into Vichy's chest!
In the blink of an eye, Vladimir Vichy was completely nailed to the wooden box.
"Hu——"
Until this time.
Rorschach, wearing a red scarf and painted on his face, was completely relieved.
His whole body went limp.
He almost fell to the ground.
A night of running had almost exhausted Rorschach's physical strength.
Especially when he killed the other two people before.
Not only did he overexert his left arm and strain his muscles.
But he almost let the other party break free from his restraints.
Causing a greater crisis.
That's why.
Rorschach wanted to use bloody scenes to stimulate Vichy.
He wanted to increase the psychological pressure on the other party.
In the end, pressure would lead to fatal mistakes.
Otherwise, Rorschach would not be so cruel as to sacrifice his skull.
He has never been a cruel person.
Rorschach, with a complicated look in his eyes, glanced at Vichy, who was in a dying state and vomiting blood.
He shook his head slightly.
Then, Rorschach tentatively moved his injured left arm and found that the problem was not serious.
Then, he immediately began to rummage through boxes and explore the surrounding wooden boxes.
From the moment he sneaked into the warehouse.
The simulator, which had been silent, kept giving reminders.
[There are resources that can be put nearby, please recycle them as soon as possible]
Twenty minutes later, Rorschach completed the initial exploration.
Most of the wooden boxes contained luxury goods that were smuggled to avoid taxes.
However, five of the boxes contained brand new firearms.
Curious, Rorschach reached out and picked up a submachine gun that smelled of pungent gun oil.
The simulator interface immediately appeared in front of him.
[Harmful substances: guns (can reduce the cooling time by one hour)]
[Do you want to absorb harmful substances? ]
Rorschach slightly widened his eyes.
The resources required by the simulator are guns?
At this time, more than ten hours had passed since Rorschach's last simulation.
The cooling time has ended and the simulation can be started at any time.
Rorschach chose to absorb and planned to see what changes the simulator had.
[Current cooling time that can be consumed: one hour.
One gun for one hour?
Rorschach's eyes lit up and he no longer hesitated.
He quickly absorbed all the guns in the warehouse, even the guns of several dead people.
[Current cooling time that can be consumed: six days and five hours (one hundred and forty-nine hours). 】
Staring at the final number displayed on the simulator.
Rorschach couldn't help but smile.
According to the ratio of one hour of cooling down to survive one day.
One hundred and forty-nine hours can simulate one hundred and forty-nine days!
Nearly half a year.
Enough for Rorschach's combat power and ability to survive to be much stronger!
But, the most important thing is.
The American continent may lack all resources, but it has no shortage of guns!
"By the way, I wonder if drugs are considered harmful substances?"
Rorschach, who has a bright future, suddenly remembered what Vicky said.
There are still ten kilograms of white flour hidden in the warehouse, waiting for Rorschach to find.
I just don't know if the simulator needs this kind of thing.
Rorschach, who is full of energy, seems to have forgotten the slight pain.
He searched and found the black wooden box in the corner.
But when Rorschach pried it open, he found that it was empty.
There was nothing in the box at all.
"Well, why should I be so naive to believe in a gang leader?"
Rorschach couldn't help but laugh at himself.
However, just when Rorschach was about to turn around,
I seemed to hear some noise.
Da Da Da!
Rorschach, with his eyes narrowed, suddenly raised his leg and kicked the black wooden box beside him!
Boom!
The black wooden box fell to the ground.
It completely exposed a hidden basement door!
Rorschach looked solemn and listened attentively.
Da Da Da!
Sure enough, a series of light knocking sounds were coming from the basement!
Kidnapped hostages? Or animal smuggling?
Rorschach couldn't make a judgment in a short time, so he decided to open it and see first!
He took a deep breath and grabbed the handle on the secret door with his right arm!
Hualala——
Accompanied by the sound of metal friction as the hinge turned.
A suffocating smell of excrement hit me in the face!
However, when the light in the warehouse shone into the basement.
Rorschach's eyes widened instantly.
He stared at the scene in the basement without moving, and fell into silence.
There were a group of children inside.
A group of children of different skin colors.
A group of expressionless children, only about seven or eight years old!
Most of them had messy and worn clothes, and their faces were covered with obvious traces of tears.
It was as if the sound and light of the basement was opened.
It broke the despair spreading among the children.
Pairs of terrified, confused, or sad young eyes.
All looked at Rorschach alone!
And a moment later, Rorschach, with black and green oil paint on his face.
Suddenly, he showed an extremely bright smile.
"You... are all saved!"
"Don't be afraid, Uncle Red Turban is here to save you!"
At this moment, a child holding half a stone in his hand suddenly asked cautiously:
"Hello, are we saved?"
Rorschach looked at the voice.
He found that it was a beautiful little girl with a pair of sparkling eyes.
Rorschach took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger that surged up again in his heart.
He smiled and nodded, saying:
"Yes, you are free... The bad guys outside have been killed by Uncle Red Turban!"
"If you are not afraid, you can come out and see... The bad guys who bullied you have even lost their heads!"
Perhaps Rorschach's words comforted him.
Or perhaps the ignorant children finally reacted.
In short, a dozen children were like cars that were wound up again.
They all rushed up with their hands and feet!
In an instant.
Rorschach, who was standing in place, seemed to be surrounded by a large group of fart spirits several feet high.
While they kept shouting excitedly.
The dirty little claws kept grabbing Rorschach's clothes and pants and shaking them back and forth.
At this moment.
Rorschach, who tried to stay calm, couldn't help but have a headache.
This won't work.
He still has to clean up the entire murder scene and try to minimize the traces left.
But...what about the child in front of him?