Marvel: Warhammer Simulator

(Eugene real name is Yevhen)

Two days had passed, and Zaire still hadn't heard from Eugene. He wasn't worried because worrying wouldn't help.

In his leisurely life, Zaire had managed to post a few job ads for his aunt. The rest of his time was devoted entirely to studying. During this period of intense focus, he hadn't even opened the simulator interface.

At 2 PM, Zaire sat at his desk, fully engrossed in his studies, preparing to tackle high school material.

Ding!

At that moment, Zaire's phone screen lit up with a new message. He picked it up casually. Seeing it was from Eugene, he opened it immediately. However, after a quick glance, his expression turned serious, and his eyes widened.

Eugene might be in trouble!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent such a strange message.

Sender: Eugene

"Hey, long time no see, bro. I found what you were looking for. I'm at the Battery Park Tunnel in Brooklyn, in the maintenance passage. I'll be waiting for you there. Don't be late!"

Not only was the greeting unusual, but Eugene also wouldn't end a message with "don't be late." This wasn't like him, especially with Zaire. Moreover, the detailed location suggested the sender was worried Zaire might not find it.

Realizing this, Zaire stood up, his expression cold. This was a 'bait' message! But if someone was using Eugene as bait, the target was definitely him!

If they liked fishing, they should be ready to catch a great white shark!

With a steely glint in his eyes, Zaire quickly strapped on his holster with the plasma pistol and put on a loose jacket to conceal the deadly weapon. As he was about to leave, his gaze fell on the chainsaw sword. The cold, sharp teeth glinted, almost thirsting for fresh blood.

The ordered box hadn't arrived yet, so Zaire didn't hesitate. He grabbed a gray sheet, wrapped it around the 1.5-meter-long chainsaw sword, and tucked it under his arm. He then put on a black baseball cap and mask and stepped out the door.

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Brooklyn.

In the middle of a bustling tunnel, Zaire parked his motorcycle at the side and stood at the entrance of the maintenance passage, scanning his surroundings. He noticed a long, rusty chain had been broken and discarded on the ground. The open, dark passage exuded a cold, eerie air that brushed against his face.

Zaire gripped the handle of the chainsaw sword and unzipped his jacket for easy access to his plasma pistol. He then walked into the passage, his expression unchanged. After a few steps, he paused to let his eyes adjust to the light. He squinted, taking in the environment. The passage was about three meters high and two meters wide, stretching out in a straight line. Every few meters, dim emergency lights illuminated the way, leading into the dark depths.

Zaire, his face stern, tore off the sheet from the chainsaw sword and discarded it on the damp ground. He gripped the sword with one hand and proceeded steadily. After about twenty meters, he reached the only turn in the passage. Listening carefully, he then turned the corner.

As he did, a fist-sized rock suddenly shot out from the shadows deeper in the tunnel!

Zaire's eyes narrowed as he instinctively raised the chainsaw sword to block it.

Bang!

The rock collided with the metal, ricocheting off the ceiling before falling to the ground. At that moment, a tall, muscular woman over 1.9 meters emerged from the shadows, her body covered in silver metal armor.

"Good reflexes, but that's all they are…" The blonde woman's tone was a mix of praise and mockery.

"Are you Zaire?" she asked coldly, her voice devoid of emotion.

Zaire remained silent, his eyes scanning her tall frame, the full-body silver armor, and her Slavic features. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm just an ordinary person who loves life. Are you the real leader of the Tracksuit Mafia?"

"Ha…"

The woman's body swayed slightly as she let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of disdain. "I'm not interested in your personal grudges. I'll ask once: where is Sergey?"

"Ah, I understand now…" Zaire sighed, his tone suddenly melancholic. "It is a personal grudge…"

In an instant, Zaire switched the chainsaw sword to his left hand, his right hand hanging slightly, fingers twitching. The woman misunderstood his action, or perhaps she had too much faith in her armor's defense. She glanced at the chainsaw sword and said mockingly, "Young man, times have changed. A mere melee weapon won't bring you any comfort."

She raised her silver-clad hand, her fingers curling into a fist. "This is the age of technology! The age of intelligence! Do you think only Tony Stark has advanced armor?"

"Too naive!"

A fanatical smile appeared on the woman's face as she swung her arm, the armor making a mechanical grinding noise. This was a powerful piece of technology!

Taking a deep breath, she asked again, "One last time: where is Sergey?"

But Zaire suddenly smiled, his gaze sincere as he said, "Times have changed? Indeed, they have!"

Before she could react, Zaire drew his plasma pistol like lightning and pulled the trigger!

American Breathing:First form Gun Draw Technique!

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of blue plasma balls, each the size of a human head, shot out, flooding the tunnel with scorching energy!

In an instant, the blinding plasma filled the passage like a ferocious flood!

Without hesitation, Zaire released the plasma pistol, letting it drop as his muscles bulged and he charged forward, following the wave of plasma. He gripped the chainsaw sword with both hands and activated the motor!

Vroom, vroom, vroom—

The chainsaw sword roared to life, echoing through the tunnel!

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