A mechanical master of a certain manga

New Mexico is a vast and sparsely populated place, with areas of human survival distributed in the form of small towns, and the rest are wilderness areas linked by long highways.

Criminals in New Mexico are as abundant as minerals, to the point where they can be seen everywhere.

Skye rented a car after arriving in New Mexico, but it broke down on the road before reaching her destination. This out-of-the-way place is hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest town.

And if you were walking in this kind of wilderness, you would probably die from various accidents before you could find anyone.

In this almost desperate situation, Skye took out her cell phone and saw the caller ID on it. As long as she pressed the callback button, she could contact Rorschach. She believed that if she spoke, Rorschach might just fall from the sky and take her away from this desolate land.

But after thinking about it, Skye put the phone away.

"I've managed it all by myself for so many years, why should I rely on others?" Skye encouraged herself proudly in her mind.

Ever since he accidentally met Rorschach, he has become less and less independent. Everything I did before was related to this man, and I even risked my life for him. Now that I think about it, it seems a bit silly.

Leaving New York, on the one hand, I received help from my good friend Daisy, and I planned to come to New Mexico to help her solve her troubles. On the other hand, I also hope to stay away from Rorschach so that I can calm down and think about how to deal with myself.

Opening the hood of the smoking car, Skye began to inspect it. I have lived independently in the United States for so many years. Although I am not very proficient, I can still do simple car repairs.

"There's nothing wrong with the water tank, it's not like there's no oil, right? There's a short circuit. What a profiteer. He rented this car to me." Skye saw the smoking wires and could tell at a glance that this wasn't the first time the car had a short circuit. The same problem often occurs with classic cars.

I only blame myself for not looking carefully when renting a car, and something went wrong on the road.

"No wonder they gave me a card calling for a tow truck. Maybe they all belong to the same boss. They are indeed a bunch of bastards." Skye punched the front of the car angrily.

First, you can trick out-of-towners into renting a car with a problem, and then if it breaks down on the way, you can earn a tow fee, and maybe a large amount of money will be deducted when you return the car. When she was unfamiliar with life, Skye could not fight against these local snakes and could only be tricked by others.

However, Skye found that the money on her body might not be enough.

Skye has had a hard time since living alone. Although as a top hacker, making easy money is probably illegal, Skye is not willing to abuse his abilities.

As a result, Skye's life has been very tight.

Some time ago, she worked hard with Wanda and the others for the underground mutant organization, and all her food and drink expenses were provided by the Fire Source Company, which made her suddenly forget about her lack of savings. After receiving the call from Daisy, I ran directly to New Mexico.

The air tickets and car rental alone had emptied most of her savings. If she called a tow truck now, she might not even have enough to pay for the trip to meet Daisy.

"Do you really need to call Rorschach?" Skye held the phone and hesitated whether to press it.

It was obvious that he was leaving, but it had only been a few days, and he couldn't help but call. Wouldn't he look stupid? Although he didn't want to admit it, every time when the most critical moment came, Skye found that the only person he could rely on seemed to be Rorschach one.

The engine roared, and a muscle car with exaggerated paint was parked next to it.

A muscle car is a large, high-performance Volkswagen vehicle with a large-displacement V8 engine. Because it is rugged and cheap enough, many young and even middle-aged and elderly men like this kind of car.

But in New Mexico, anyone who drives a car like this in a showy way is probably not a good person. Because this is the standard equipment for gang members, if you are just a law-abiding common man, driving this kind of car will cause trouble.

When she heard the sound of the engine, Skye had already alertly hid herself on the other side of the car. This was a habit she had developed over a long period of time to protect herself.

However, the people in the car didn't seem to intend to pass by peacefully. This muscle car parked next to it, and four tattooed men got out of the car.

"Hey, beauty, it looks like you need help. Do you want to take a ride with us?" One of the gangsters with a tattoo on his arm came over and said.

"No, I've already called for a tow truck, no need for a ride, thank you." Skye took a few steps back and said.

But Skye soon discovered that she was surrounded by these four gangsters.

"This place is not safe. It is very dangerous for you to wait here alone." The gangsters pressed forward step by step and had already forced Skye to the car door.

"You better leave right now or I'm going to call the police," Skye said loudly.

"Call the police. Do you think this is Washington? You look like you are of Asian descent. Aren't you all easygirls? There's no need to pretend." One of the gangsters said, trying to grab Skye.

In this wilderness suburb, there is desert on both sides of the road. If there is an accident, no one will notice it. Coupled with the appalling public security atmosphere in this state, these gangsters are particularly bold.

But when he really stretched out his hand in front of Skye, he saw that Skye also stretched out an arm covered with silver-white metal.

Sensing gloves, this inexpensive and high-quality equipment, Rorschach equipped everyone with a set. It's just that Skye seems to be the only person around Rorschach who needs this kind of equipment.

Putting on the sensor gloves, Skye's power completely overwhelms that of ordinary people. So the little gangster's arm was grabbed by her, and with a slight squeeze, the palm of his hand was twisted into a terrifying shape.

The little bastard screamed and was kicked away by Skye. After years of struggling to survive, Skye is not a soft-hearted person.

"I told you, stay away from me" Skye said to the three remaining punks.

"You are a mutant." The remaining three gangsters were already eating, and two of them took out pistols from behind and pointed them at Skye.

With their eyes, they couldn't tell the difference between technological equipment and mutant abilities. After the Mutant Act came into power, ordinary people's perception of mutants has plummeted, and it has become a state of tension.

Facing two gunpoints, Skye was also a little nervous. Although the sensor gloves can provide Skye with great strength, they cannot stop bullets, and there is nothing she can do against pistols.

Without waiting for Skye to think of a way to deal with it, the two gangsters pulled the trigger without hesitation. Skye only had time to instinctively dodge to the side, but she was thinking: "I should call Rorschach. I'm afraid we'll never see each other again this time."

Skye fell to the ground, but there was no sharp pain from being shot.

"Did you miss the target?" Skye looked up in confusion, only to see the three gangsters who were standing just now staggering and unconscious on the ground.

A tall figure stood in front of Skye, turning his head to reveal her longing face. Rorschach smiled and said to Skye: "Fortunately, I made it in time. Please don't run around next time, okay?"