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The personality of each gang that dominated Junk Town was clear.
The Blast Gang likes to wear leather jumpers with ostentatious weight implants, the Tiger Claw Gang wears dark suits and carries long Japanese blades, and the Volcano Gang lives with unwashed homeless people who have not washed for about three months, plugging in electronic drugs one by one.
By comparison, the Twins Gang was a fairly orthodox Third Continental Gang. With a running shirt and jeans as the basic base, he wore gold-plated, silver-plated, chrome-plated, and nickel-plated accessories, and made use of his unique personality with piercings and tattoos.
As the illegal implant business is the main income, implants were also diverse. A bunch of rebars were used regardless of the high-powered implants that could be easily moved to prostitute prostitute implants. The most impressive gangster Leonard saw was a slender young lady with a mechanical arm like a mutant monster.
“I really like…”
Leonard murmured as he looked at Gang with half his tongue pierced. It was as long as a snake.
“You are not easy either.”
The Twins zoomed out of the picture in the center of their field of view and cast a questioning glance.
“I’m a gangster with manners when I respect personal taste… but I never thought I’d like such an ugly, sloppy body…”
“Funny misunderstanding.”
“I would argue that. You have a social position too.”
Leonard sighed and fell from the window blind.
The office of the Twins, the boss of the Twins Gang, felt like a corporate laboratory. Paper books that are hard to find now fill a bookshelf, incomprehensible words scrawled on a large white board, and precision instruments that appear to be implant devices were rolling around. Leonard is also a highly educated elite, but experts couldn’t keep up. First of all, the handwriting was too bad.
“So can you do it?”
What mattered now was the 9,000 credits, not the explanation. One of the twins came to Leonard’s side. Leonard didn’t like being surrounded back and forth, so he moved toward the wall. I didn’t mean to fight in particular. said the twins irritably.
“How much will you give me?”
“Do you get credit for this too?”
“Where in the world is there anything free?”
“There aren’t many people who would buy such a thing, but I guess I’ll be the guest.”
“Well? Can I split the parts and sell them or remodel them and sell them?”
“…don’t do that. People have to be kind.”
The twins snorted. Because both sides laughed, it became a strange harmony. I’d say it’s a stereotype.
“It’s the funniest thing I’ve heard this year. so i’ll cut it Two thousand credits.”
“Is the item price separate? no way One thousand credits.”
“This one also needs to use someone. I’ll make it 1,700. I’m indebted to you, so I’ll give it to you cheaply.”
After tapping the calculator, Leonard compromised.
“How long will it take?”
“A week or so is enough to contact the supply chain, find out the crooks, and check to make sure it’s usable?”
“It’s taking too long…”
After taking this and that out of the 9,000 credits, the daily wages were less than 500 credits in a week. Doing other things while waiting for a call was not the morality of the best solvers. As Leonard pondered, the twins laughed like naughty cats.
“You were also commissioned?”
“No.”
“Seeing as an immediate answer, that’s right. do not worry. I won’t ask who the request is from.”
Competent fixers are rare, and reliable fixers are even rarer. Of course, it was difficult to fill ten fingers with a competent and reliable solver. I had no intention of arguing with Leonard over something trivial.
“If you are in a hurry, I can introduce you to someone.”
“who?”
“Our side supply. He is the one called the king of scavengers.”
King is a good thing, but it didn’t sound good because it was called the scavenger king, because it was a garbage king and maggot king nuance. Of course, the sad side was not covered.
“Call me.”
“Three hundred credits.”
Not pretending didn’t mean free. Leonard’s face rotted like maggots.
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Max did not sleep. To be precise, I couldn’t sleep. I got on my nerves because of the street kids hanging around the pick-up truck.
In a sense, they were more terrifying opponents than gangsters. This is because you can get stabbed by a single energy bar. I saw a shotgun and a pistol, so I won’t approach you recklessly, but…
“Is today a spy movie?”
“Why! Seed! Surprise!”
Leonard tapped his head and reflexively drew his pistol. It was a western, not a spy. His quick draw skills were excellent. It seems that he didn’t study and just practiced that.
“Five? isn’t it bad? Although the safety device is the same.”
“Oops!”
I patted my head some more. It was the price of forgetting the teaching that if you use a gun clumsily, you will be harmed. Max stroked the crown of his head and glanced at the pack of hyenas. When a male lion appeared, it quietly rolled up its tail and disappeared. Max puffed out his chest with the pride of keeping the vehicle.
“What are you doing? Ride quickly.”
The lion didn’t recognize the hard work, so I quickly felt sad. I pursed my lips and climbed into the passenger seat.
“How is it? Did you find it?”
“I found someone to look for.”
“Not twins? It is useless.”
It was completely sympathetic.
“Shall we have an audience with the king?”
“He is the funniest king in the world.”
The scavenger king was at the scavenger’s court. The 25th-9th Avenue dump was the scavenger’s castle and paradise. Not only materials discarded by the company, but also worn-out junk from Junk Town were all gathered here.
“The 21st century rag-picker.”
Leonard looked at the mountain of garbage with the lollipop in his mouth. To be precise, I saw scavengers clinging to all over the mountain. I’m sorry to say this, but the description of ‘maggot’ touched me. They were scavenger-scavenger beasts that scavenged for the decaying parts of the city.
“A rag-picker? Better than a scavenger.”
A scavenger exclaimed when he discovered an implant arm missing a finger. For some, it is stinking filth, but for others, it is a treasure that will solve the day’s meal. If you take off the metal part and sell it, you will get 3-4 credits. if you can sell it.
“That’s an idiot.”
“Yes?”
The illusion that the rich are vicious and the poor are benevolent is just an illusion. Rather, it was providence that a well-fed beast was lazy and a hungry beast was ferocious. The scavenger was the hungriest beast in the urban jungle. They gathered one by one towards the rotten flesh.
“wait here.”
Leonard left Max and went to the idiot. Max said, ‘What are you doing?’ I shouted, but I couldn’t follow because there was a scavenger approaching, thinking the old car was trash. Today was the day to keep the car. I could barely hear the sound from the distance.
“Give it up.”
“My, why me?”
“If you put it out nicely, it won’t fit.”
The scavenger’s threat was simple. ‘This is our area. Everything abandoned here is ours.” Should I call it a scavenger? Max wondered how the fixer would solve it.
‘Are you going to threaten me with a gun? Shall we overwhelm them with hacking?’
It was neither. The fixer also liked simple things.
“Just give me that.”
As Leonard intervened, the scavenger’s gaze focused. His attire is no different from other scavengers, but his clean face and well-groomed body prove that he is a ‘trustworthy’ person. The hungry beasts were alert.
“What are you…”
“Just give it to me and talk to me. I will pay for the meal.”
Leonard persuaded the scavenger, who hugged the implant arm with only two fingers. Even though he had a bad head, he had the sense to grasp the atmosphere. Accepted the offer to live.
“Go, take it!”
I threw the implant arm around. In the first place, the fight broke out as if it wasn’t one gang. ‘Get out of the way! It’s mine!’, ‘Bitch! Kill them!’ Leonard grabbed the idiot who couldn’t let go of his lingering feelings and left.
“This is a wondrous place.”
It was the idiot scavenger who was really distraught. I saw a gang of scavengers punching, kicking, and holding tools with one prosthetic eye. If he did, he would have been beaten himself. Leonard revealed his purpose after falling far enough from the mountain of trash.
“I think you’ll be able to communicate well, so I’m going to ask you something.”
To be honest, I said that I look stupid. As expected, he responded unconditionally.
“me? I don’t know anything?”
A clever scavenger would have already asked for 100 or 200 credits. well chosen people
“I don’t know if it’s a name or a nickname, but I’m looking for someone called King Schultz.”
“Key, are you looking for King?”
It seems that the scavenger king is not a lie. The idiot scavenger shook his head in terror. At this time, if you stab a few pennies, the effect is direct, but looking at the appearance, it seemed that there was no credit account. Barter traded at the level of a scavenger. 45 caliber bullets.
“You could buy an energy bar or something.”
“Five! Oh oh!”
“I’ll give you two more if you take them to King.”
Greed shone in his one-eyed fool. It was a bit pity because it was difficult to become rich.
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The difference between a gang and a scavenger was simple. If you have a fixed income and have an organization, you are a gang, and if you live on a daily basis, you are a scavenger. King Schultz, who occupied 25-9 streets, was a famous but poor and pitiful scavenger. The place called the court was also a closed sewer a long time ago.
“Ugh… the smell…”
Max covered his nose. Whether it was the weather or the residents, it smelled worse than the 9-9th street sewer. The idiot scavenger noticed the fixer holding the leash.
“King is a scary man.”
“Anyway, it’s a scavenger.”
“no. no. It’s really scary.”
The tone was a bit strange. I wasn’t talking about massive power or ruthless violence. Ghosts are scary, spiders are scary and similar. Leonard took the advice seriously.
“Take the lead.”
“Me, me?”
“I promise not to even take you to the king. If you’re not cheating with lies, take the lead.”
The idiot scavenger shook his hands and said, ‘I’m not lying!’, ‘I’m in there!’, ‘You don’t have to give me a bullet!’, ‘I’ll just go!’, ‘Mom! mom!’ It was gibberish. In the end, Leonard took the lead and Max started guiding with a gun pointed at him from behind.
“Can a scavenger living in a place like this find an implant?”
Leonard murmured as he walked through the dark sewer. He suspected that the twins had tricked him. The idiot scavenger replied in a crawling voice.
“King finds everything that was thrown in the trash.”
“how?”
“Ki, are you King?”
Max laughed out loud, “Hey.” But the idiot was right. Leonard opened his mouth at the sight of King Schultz in his infrared vision. Too big to be human, too grotesque to be a cyborg. There was only one word to define these creatures.
“…Mutants?”
The Scavenger King was a mutant human from Junktown.