42. action
I turned over the first page of the contract three times.
I was reading the third chapter because the first chapter couldn’t be three chapters. I needed to understand this. Paper documents were not familiar, real estate terminology was unfamiliar, and numbers were not realistic. ‘The Broker’ Jake was frustrated and skipped to the last chapter.
“On the above terms, a deposit of 25,000 credits was paid, and Jake Goodman, Layla Donut, and Noah Lucas signed as witnesses.”
Leonard asked after reading the last chapter carefully.
“Do I really need a witness?”
“It is absolutely necessary these days. Do you see the gang as water?”
It was a junk town at the end of the century where guns and knives were stronger than the law. In that sense, the broker, the gunsmith, and the fixer witness were strong.
“How did you get Noah Lucas in?”
“You said you really wanted to?”
“Hey, is it that you’re secretly popular?”
A total of 325,000 credits were purchased for 2,600m² of land at 18-8 Street. The 300,000 credits, excluding the down payment, must be paid in full within six years, and only 70% of the paid amount can be returned if the contract is overdue or the contract is terminated without mutual consent.
It was pretty generous by junk town standards. He believed that the former Hexagon Leonard would not die a violent death.
“I know how to testify…”
Max pursed his lips. No one paid attention except for the good Sigma.
“Did I get my land in Junk Town?”
“I don’t know what will happen in six years.”
It was an achievement achieved after 7 years of being on the ground and 5 years of being established as a solver. Wouldn’t that be a fairly successful immigrant? The broker suppressed a sneer and swallowed it.
“So you don’t have credit to build a pillar?”
“Mmm…”
“Work harder.”
Even if I shrugged it off as a land rich man (?), nothing changed. Even if you build a hotel with debt, there is no guarantee that the business will go well, so you have to continue to work as a troubleshooter. the broker politely advised.
“The caterpillar is a pine needle. If you keep eating something else, you will get sick.”
“Songchungi will one day spread its wings and fly. I will never eat only pine needles.”
Sigma took out insecticide and sprayed it around. The intention was very unpleasant. The broker got up with his papers and hat.
“The work will come soon. It’s a big thing, so let’s do the little things and wait.”
“I’d like to decline the wasteland request…”
“Not this time. Although the wasteland might be better. Aren’t you in a position to hide?”
The broker left with Sigma sending him off. Leonard leaned back on the couch and pulled out a lollipop.
“Well, I’m not in a position to cover it up.”
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Even if there were no credits, what was essential was weapon and body management. Leonard had his bullets taken out of the 21-1st implant parlour, and had regular check-ups.
“I heard you bought land in Junk Hill?”
The twins, who are now like attending physicians, take off their safety glasses and organize their tools. It was a tool for slicing and cutting metal implants, so all of them were brutal.
“Has it already been rumored?”
“Well, it’s our area for now.”
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Just looking at the way he looks at the monitor now, he is an implant doctor with a unique taste, but in reality he was the leader of the largest gang in Junk Town. It was very evil.
“Do you think the fixer’s earnings are better than you thought? Can you pay for this?”
When Leonard saw the treatment fee on the monitor, he cursed out loud.
“Are you going to do just that? It eats the flea’s liver!”
“How many family members are under me? It’s different from small businesses like you.”
It was similar to being a vicious company that slaps employees’ salaries. Leonard checked the elaborately tinkered flanks and got dressed. No matter what, his skills were the best in Junk Town.
“Don’t you need a job?”
the twins asked as if passing by. It’s hard to know the inside of a cyborg, but one thing was clear. I needed a fixer. Leonard bounced lightly.
“The broker decided to ask for a bigger one.”
“Who is the broker? Dirty Hancock? Rattle Cooper? Bald Jake?”
“Well, do you have any reason to tell me that?”
“Huh~”
The twins’ expressions subtly changed. For a full-body implant, the emotional expression was natural.
“Then I don’t have to ask?”
“…what do you mean?”
“You will find out soon. stop going.”
Leonard was a self-respecting fixer. He frowned and spoke clearly.
“I was going to go now. I don’t go because they say go, I go because I want to go.”
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As the twins said, I found out right away. Specifically, I found out at 9:17 am the next day.
“To investigate the Aktion gang?”
Leonard put away the remaining energy bar and adjusted his posture to make it uncomfortable. Max stared at the spoon.
“Is there a place to investigate over there? Isn’t it a real gang in the first place?”
-That’s why we need to investigate. If it’s a real gang, you’ll meet the head and negotiate.
It was. But I just couldn’t accept it.
“If it’s because of the psycho cyborg, wouldn’t it be better to dig the Volcano Gang? Isn’t that the culprit?”
-The rattle was in charge of that. Your witness will go.
I could trust Noah Lucas. Still, I needed to check one thing.
“Dirty by any chance?”
-uh? how did you know that They’re supposed to be in charge of the 15th Street Black Market? I’m going to dig into the distribution side.
The twins’ meaningful smiles were understandable. No matter which of the three suggested it, I knew it was a request from this side.
“Who is the client? Who hired all the big fixer brokers?”
“Going well,” said Jake, hiding his joy with a clearing of his throat.
-How many people will be entrusted with this kind of work?
“Enterprise? corporate security? FAP?”
-Do you need to separate the three? Let’s just say the federal government.
Indeed, it could be said to be ‘big’. Leonard checked the duration of the call and asked one last question.
“What is the commission fee?”
-17,000 credits. data sent
Leonard closed the phone list and opened the uploaded material.
The client part was blank, but the broker guaranteed it, so it didn’t matter. The content of the request was to find and prove the cause of the psychoization, but it seemed that it would be enough to capture a few psychocyborgs alive and hand them over. It was the reason this request was handed over to Leonard. Noah Lucas specialized in sashimi, so he couldn’t catch it alive. The other attached data was the recent psycho cyborg main haunt area of 28th and 29th Street.
“Are you going to catch the Aktion Gang?”
“I guess so.”
Max’s expression darkened. Leonard was persuaded to settle the debt smoothly.
“The seventh rule of the fixer, if you receive a request, do your best.”
“That’s not what I got.”
“noisy. Get ready because we leave in an hour.”
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28th Street in Junk Town was still dingy and gloomy. There were no shops and no passers-by. For seven blocks, I saw no one but one car that took a wrong turn and hurried out. It was a ghost town in a ghost town.
“It’s crazy that it’s broad daylight, I’m tired if I came here in the dark.”
“I can’t afford the cost of diapers…”
“Then finish it as soon as possible.”
That was out of Leonard’s discretion. I didn’t know when and where the psycho cyborg would appear, so I had to wait patiently.
“Didn’t Mr. Jake give you the information?”
“Jake is a broker, not a fortuneteller. Well, I gave you some reference material, but…”
Leonard pulled over at 28-7. It was the place where Psycho Cyborg appeared three days ago. Traces of that day were still there. The war machine cannon had a dent on the outer wall and a dried-up stain, whether it was blood or lubricant.
“Do you know what Actaeon means?”
Max shook his head.
“It is the name of a hero in Greek mythology. As a reward for seeing the goddess naked, she becomes a deer and gets bitten by her hound.”
“Ugh… Are you a master of voyeurism?”
“I didn’t see it because I wanted to. I saw it by chance. If you look at it closely, you might be an unfair victim.”
Among the many heroes of Greece, they will compete for first and second place with regret. Leonard turned off the data on the memory chip and said calmly.
“The gang here is also Aktion.”
“You’re not a hero, you’re a villain, right?”
“He must have been a hero in his own organization. It’s a gang.”
Well, to the point where he was taken to Orange Prison, he probably wasn’t good enough. Leonard continued the story with a strange sense of sympathy.
“Seeing what you shouldn’t see, losing yourself, and meeting your end with the hounds is just Action in mythology.”
“Can’t you see?”
“Orange Prison.”
Losing oneself was psychosis. Even before Snowball was circulated, 28th and 29th streets were hotbeds of psycho-cyborg crime. All of the Aktion gang here have their minds broken by the nightmare of the Orange Prison. Evidence of it appeared across the street.
Kwakwang-! Kwaaang-!
A block away sparks shot up. It looked like a gas explosion, but the noise that followed was a little different. Tata Tang-! bang-! Tattang-!
“oh! There must have been a fight!”
It is said that the funniest thing in the world is watching the fire and fighting, but it was difficult if the place was next door. You could be caught in flames or hit by a blinding bullet.
“The Aktion area is also shooting guns. Is your liver swollen?”
That’s not a thing to say about the gang that had a big fight with the Wildkid gang not too long ago, but they were generally right. Leonard pointed out another possibility.
“Or one of the Actions.”
“Ah… can’t you?”
If there is no guardian spirit of the solver, can we meet the psycho cyborg as soon as we arrive at the scene? Considering that this is Sodom City, it would be right for even God to become a psycho and rampage.
“The bullets won’t go through!”
“Keep shooting! If you keep shooting… aaa!”
Kwajik-!
Max Walker. I saw people being crushed in real time at the age of 15. The feeling was not great. “Don’t die like that,” Leonard shouted as he got out of the car.
“let’s go. We need to catch the FAP before it comes.”
“That one? catch it? Who?”
My career as a solver is a chick, but I caught a couple of psycho cyborgs with good mentors. But the psychos I’ve seen so far aren’t psychos.
A scavenger whose brain melted while playing around with a cheap electronic chip plugged in and a big-time gangster who wore implants for murder and repeated real murders as if eating a meal could not be the same. 28th Street ‘Aktion’ was a real psycho cyborg. It wasn’t just that FAP was dispatched.
“What kind of deer is that! I will rip the hound to death!”
Leonard said as he drew his revolver.
“We’re hunting dogs, so we’ll use them.”
Yesterday, a psycho cyborg who turned a scavenger who might have been a friend into porridge saw a hound. Looking at the outside, it was a dog over there. Black smoke came out of his mouth and his limbs were burning. It was the watchdog of hell.
“This request is a live capture. don’t kill Do you like that?”
“The other day, they said that killing is mercy. I think it will be the same this time… Whoa! come!”
Leonard lunged forward. This is the reason why fixers make good money.