Rorschach grasped the hexagonal crystal, which looked like a work of art, in his hand, and immediately got the corresponding hint.

[Obtain Energy Activator X1: Increase the maximum energy limit of the spark source by 1000, and increase the energy recovery speed by 1 point/second.] 】

[Tinder source energy (phase 1): 234/2000, energy recovery speed 2/s. 】

Watching the Tinder Source energy recover at a faster rate, Rorschach couldn't wait to start checking the effect of the Sensing Glove.

[Induction Gloves: Consume 200 points of fire source energy and transform from magnetic metal. Isolated from high temperature and bulletproof function, the glove has a telescopic dagger handle, which increases the strength of the arm to a certain extent. 】

The Sensing Glove was a bit less expensive than the Pulse Pistol, and looked like an auxiliary tool, but Rorschach didn't see any connection between the glove's function and the word Induction.

"Could it be that the so-called system is also a title party?" Rorschach smiled wryly.

Although the energy of the fire source is sufficient, magnetic metals are not difficult to find, and the most basic magnetic metal is actually iron.

It's just that this induction glove does not require much energy from the fire source, but has a great demand for materials. Rorschach found all the iron he could find in his house, but it wasn't enough to make a sensor glove.

In desperation, Rorschach could only suppress his excitement first and really clean up. After all, this place is where you will live for a long time in the future, and although Rorschach has no habit of cleanliness, the habits he has cultivated in the army must always make everything neat.

After hours of smoke and dust, Rorschach finally cleaned up the place. It's just empty, and there's nothing but a couch and a wooden bed with only shelves.

This place doesn't even have a wardrobe.

Rorschach suddenly thought of a rather terrifying question: "Do I still have to do my own laundry, sweep the floor, cook and wash the dishes?" ”

Rorschach likes to be tidy, but he doesn't want to solve these problems on her own forever.

Well, these were minor problems, and Rorschach felt that he could always find a way to solve them.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Rorschach took a shower, changed his clothes and went upstairs. When he knocked on Mrs. Cardinas's door, he found that Fergie had already arrived.

"Sorry for being late." Rorschach said to everyone.

"It's okay, dinner isn't ready yet, and I still have a friend who hasn't arrived yet." Fergue said to Rorschach.

Mrs. Cardinas' voice came from the kitchen, "Oh, excuse me, do any of you have time to help me get some baking soda back?" The original at home has been used up. ”

Fergue was about to get up, but Rorschach said to him, "I'll go, just as I want to get acquainted with Hell's Kitchen." ”

Fergue was a little worried and said, "But the security in this place is not very good at night, or I should go." ”

This is a very pure good person, this is the definition that Rorschach gave to Ferge, but Rorschach still said, "You can't always be my nanny, can you?" And I'm probably better able to protect myself than you do. ”

As soon as Fergue heard this, he understood what Rorschach meant, and could only remind, "Then you better be careful." ”

Rorschach answered and went out, buying baking soda or something, mainly to find out if there was enough iron to make the induction gloves.

It's just that Rorschach didn't expect the chaos of Hell's Kitchen to be far beyond his imagination.

It's only seven o'clock in the evening, when the sun has just set; Before Rorschach had even walked a street, he saw a drug addict lying on the side of the road, two street s*** beating heads for snatching customers, and a gang scuffle with machetes and baseball bats.

Rorschach didn't want to cause trouble, so he tried to avoid it, and he stumbled into an alley, and then he met a thug with a butterfly knife.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, hand over all the money you have." The thug said to Rorschach.

"I'm curious, can you change the name of the yellow race, have been so uneducated and creative for hundreds of years?" Rorschach said speechlessly.

"Huh? What are you talking about, the yellow-skinned monkey? The thug began to swirl his knife at Rorschach.

"What I'm saying is, you can get down on your knees and shout for the king." Rorschach said quite seriously.

The little thugs didn't understand what it meant for the king to spare his life, but he could understand it when he knelt down. I saw that his face was hideous, and he stabbed the sharp knife towards Rorschach's waist, which was directly aimed at the kidneys, and if he was hit, he would be disabled for life even if he did not die.

But the blade was only halfway stabbed, and a black shadow jumped down from the sky, stomping the little thug directly to the ground. It was a tall man dressed in black and wearing a half-cut black mask.

I saw him shoot left and right at this little gangster's face, hammered him seven or eight times, and directly knocked him unconscious. This is really ruthless, Rorschach feels pain when he looks at it, if he changes him, he will definitely not be so heavy-handed, but a bullet to give him a painful pleasure.

After confirming that this little thug had no ability to resist, the black-clothed masked man said to Rorschach: "It's okay at night, it's better not to go out, this place is not only not safe and secure, but also very racist." ”

The voice was a little hoarse and low, as if he had deliberately changed his voice so that he didn't want others to recognize him.

"It's okay, I have this." Rorschach pulled out a Colt M1911 from behind him, which he had taken from Tony's lab. In order to design his steel armor, Tony prepared several sets of weapons that the U.S. military now has and put them in the laboratory to study at any time.

Rorschach knew that his pulse pistol was too conspicuous, so he casually replaced it with a Colt.

Although he could not see the masked man's expression, Rorschach still sensed that he was hostile to himself, or rather, to the gun in Rorschach's hand.

"No one has the right to deprive someone of their life, even if you are doing so in self-defense." The masked man said to Rorschach.

"Oh, abolitionists?" Rorschach was a little speechless.

In his previous life, as a native of the Celestial Empire, and at the same time a murderous special soldier, it was really difficult for him to understand this kind of thinking. Well, it's either a saint of the great sage or a well-fed white left.

However, looking at this person who can help others with his actions, he can probably be regarded as a saint back-up. It's much better than those who will only shout on the Internet that murderers don't deserve to die.

The masked Rorschach was unmoved, as if he wanted to say something, but Rorschach interrupted, "I think we can each have reservations, but before that I think I'll settle another issue." ”

As soon as Rorschach finished speaking, a roaring engine sounded from far and near, and a dozen or so bastards appeared on both sides of the alley. They glanced at the man who was lying on the ground with a bloody face, and without saying a word, he rushed forward brandishing machetes and baseball bats.

Obviously, they're in this group.