Whether on TV or online, breaking news about Stark Industries continues to unfold.
Even the TVs in the windows facing the street and the electronic billboards hanging high are playing news reports.
Even on the mobile phone screens of pedestrians on the street, Tony Stark is the only protagonist.
However, this has nothing to do with Rorschach.
He walked through several familiar streets and arrived in front of a Chinese restaurant called "Delicious".
The restaurant is not large, small and exquisite.
But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
After years of hard work by my aunt.
The name of this delicious Chinese restaurant is known to everyone in Manhattan.
Rorschach stepped into the store, passed through the neatly arranged tables and chairs, and walked to the counter.
Even if it's past lunch time.
In the corner of the restaurant, a few rednecks dressed in cowboy attire were still feasting.
Aunt Rorschach's superb cooking skills.
For ordinary people in the United States who have a monotonous diet and a single cooking method, it is no less than a dimensionality reduction blow.
"Good morning, aunt."
Rorschach quickly stepped forward and lay down on the counter.
At this moment, my aunt was sitting at the counter, the calculator under her fingertips clicking, sorting out the accounts.
Upon hearing Luo Xia's greetings, my aunt didn't even raise her head and said in a strange tone:
"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Rorschach, and you are late again."
My aunt is not very old, only about thirty-five years old.
She has short ear-length hair and wears a white chef outfit every day.
The slightly round chin also brings out the clean and strong female temperament in her body.
The aunt stopped calculating the accounts and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the smiling Luo Xia.
"Our tool man, apprentice Mike, took a long leave and started in one week..."
Auntie casually pointed to the takeaway lunch box placed not far away.
"So, I plan to suspend takeout orders, and you can come back after delivering these."
"Big Mouth Mike?"
The image of a young black man who was thin but very good at eating gradually became clearer in Rorschach's memory.
"Isn't he always shouting that he wants to work overtime and learn cooking skills? Why did he suddenly take a vacation?"
"A few days ago, Mike's seven-year-old brother disappeared..." The aunt sighed, with a bit of sarcasm in her eyes, "You also know how virtuous the police in poor communities are, like Tony Stark.
Rich people are their service targets, and Mike can only use the social skills of relatives and friends..."
"If I have time, I will contact Mike to help..."
Rorschach said with a serious expression, and then he picked up the helmet on the counter.
"Aunt, I'm going to deliver the food first, otherwise I will be criticized again."
He easily picked up the heavy takeout box with one hand and turned around to go out.
"Smelly boy..."
The aunt at the counter stared at Rorschach's broad and powerful back, showing a gratified aunt's smile.
However, she still blinked in confusion.
"Has the growth and development period arrived? Are you still working out secretly? Why do you feel like the brat has gotten a lot stronger?"
——
After many years of hard work by my aunt.
The business strategy of "delicious" Chinese restaurants is to select middle and low-end people.
While ensuring high quality and low price, the taste should be maintained as much as possible.
Therefore, the radiation range of most takeaways will not exceed five kilometers.
It only took Rorschach twenty minutes to deliver most of the takeout orders.
These are basically regular customers who never forget their aunt's craftsmanship after tasting it.
Now, Rorschach only has a set meal for two people.
Riding a bicycle through several densely populated streets, Rorschach arrived at a recently renovated apartment building.
Rorschach walked to the door of the apartment and found that the door was closed and only the residents could enter.
So, he chose to press the calling device on the door.
Rorschach said skillfully:
"Is this Mr. Eugene? Your takeaway has arrived. Could you please go downstairs and get it..."
"Damn! 403! Delivered to your door!"
Not long after, a man's voice with unclear speech came from the calling device.
Immediately afterwards, the closed door of the apartment opened with the melodious ringing of the bell.
"If you don't open the door, I'll give you a damn..."
Rorschach shook his head and sighed.
Based on past experience alone, he easily guessed that the customer was drunk.
However, the service industry does not have the right to choose customers.
Rorschach shrugged helplessly.
Carrying the take-out lunch box swayingly, he entered the apartment.
Boom, boom, boom!
Not long after, Rorschach knocked on the door of 403.
Along with the sound of footsteps, the door opened suddenly.
An unpleasant smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of leaves suddenly hit my face.
Even the well-informed Rorschach couldn't help but frown.
"Your takeaway, sir."
Rorschach tried his best to keep a business smile and took out the takeout from the lunch box.
"Hiccup...thank you."
A drunken blond man behind the door reached out to take the takeaway and planned to close the door.
Snapped!
However, Rorschach's palm slammed on the door.
Abruptly interrupting the opponent's movements!
"Sir, takeout is payable on delivery, and you haven't paid yet."
Rorschach explained with a smile.
The blond man was obviously stunned for a moment, shaking his head to stay awake.
Then, he turned and shouted into the room:
"Hey, Eugene! Come pay!"
"Pay? What to pay? Do I still need to pay for takeout?"
Not long after, a staggering tall figure came to the door.
He roughly pushed away the drunken blond man.
His eyes were blood red, and he threatened Rorschach with a fierce expression:
"Hey, kid, you better get out of here..."
Rorschach subconsciously narrowed his eyes.
He calmly took out his cell phone from his pocket.
After pressing it a few times, he showed it to the bald man.
"Eugene Paul, if you refuse to pay the fee, I will choose to call the police to solve the problem."
"How do you know my name?" The bald man opened his eyes wide, "Who sent you here?!"
Apparently under the dual effects of alcohol and leaves, the bald man's mind was filled with confusion.
"Boy, you look familiar..."
After taking a closer look at the figure in front of him, the bald man looked suspicious.
"Rorschach?"
Eugene Paul, the former bully in Rorschach's high school.
The reason why he is his ex is because he has been expelled from the school.
"The set meal for two is fifty yuan, and the delivery fee is ten yuan..."
Rorschach did not intend to get involved with the drunken Eugene, and the two of them had no friendship.
"Sixty yuan in total, thank you for your patronage."
"You...your takeout is late!"
Eugene's expression changed back and forth, suddenly becoming much gloomier.
"I've been waiting for more than an hour!"
"Eugene."
At this moment, Luo Xia couldn't help but sigh, and he looked at the other party with a sincere expression.
"This is just a takeaway. If you are in difficulty, I can treat you to it..."
"But you are obviously just having fun now, aren't you?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes and subconsciously twisted his neck.
The drooping palms are slightly clenched, and the fingertips are moving back and forth.
This is the starting move in Catachan fighting skills, which is hidden and deadly.
"I just don't plan to pay, what can you do to me? Call the police? Little man?"
The strong man Eugene grinned suddenly, his expression ferocious.
Even the muscular shoulders swayed slightly, and the whole person was already waiting for the opportunity to move.
He is still the school bully who bullies boys and girls, and has not changed at all.
A minute ago, when Eugene discovered that the delivery boy was actually a high school alumnus.
He was so drunk that he never thought of letting the other person leave!
He hated that school so much!
He also hates those sanctimonious good students!
And right in front of me, there happens to be a very suitable human sandbag...