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Leonard did not slow down, fearing that there might be a chase.
We changed main roads several times and operated surveillance cameras and drones randomly. I don’t know if there was really a chase, but since there was no additional attack, I decided to take it as an appropriate measure.
“Your driving skills are so… ugh…”
‘Dirty’ Hancock protested with retching. It was more due to the paralysis of the equilibrium function than Leonard’s rough driving. It’s like riding a roller coaster at 3x speed.
“Don’t be afraid to explain what happened.”
The fixer gang didn’t consider such a trivial thing. Ryan Bourne forced ‘Dirty’ up and sat at the end of the luggage compartment. I held my upper body so as not to fall, but it was for smooth conversation, not favor. ‘Dirty’ shook his head from side to side and barely opened his mouth.
“Do you know what the ransom of the head of the Liberation Front is?”
“One million credits each.”
It was impossible not to know that the gang and the fixer who said they would sell it and fix it were 10 rounds of the parade ground. ‘Dirty’ was one of them.
“I’m not going to say it, but I’m far from the ‘rules’ of this floor.”
“You mean there is no morality?”
“Well, yes. One million credits can get you out of this shitty junk town and into that white town.”
It’s a bit difficult to settle in White Town with only 1 million, but I just moved on with that. The important thing is that ‘Dirty’, who has no morals, did not sell out his client, the Liberation Front.
“Are there any weaknesses?”
“Weakness? Similar. If holding onto and shaking my lifeline is a weakness, it is a weakness.”
Ryan thumps the floor of the luggage compartment! knocked down loudly He seems to be annoyed that his tail keeps getting longer. Leonard emotionally agrees, but it just didn’t look nice to deal with his favorite horse.
“The mercenaries in my office are not the mercenaries I hired. Their mission is not to escort me either.”
“They are the Liberation Front?”
“I am a mercenary hired by the Liberation Front. It’s a borrowed name, so they won’t even know who their employer is.”
Then you won’t get 100,000 credits. Leonard and Max exchanged regret through their eyes. To say the least, there couldn’t have been dozens or hundreds of terrorist organizations operating secretly. There must have been at most ten people left.
“How can you believe that?”
“If I were your employer, would you shoot me like that? If I die, you won’t get a penny?”
“The Liberation Front sent to silence…”
“Then my argument is more valid. How could they know and come to silence you?”
Ryan Bourne slammed the luggage compartment again. Leonard’s eyebrows rose to the sky.
“So what! Are you asking that you be taken advantage of too?!”
Barely, barely endured one more time. I was very angry when my friend, a similar trader, was hurt.
“I’m not collaborating with terrorists because I like it, so don’t be too rough.”
“Dirty, the fixer broker, cooperated purely out of blackmail?”
“Well, the pay they give was okay, but it’s definitely not because of loyalty.”
Leonard, Max, and Ryan Bourne looked at each other and exchanged opinions. No voice, no communication, or even a long time was needed. He came to a conclusion in one second and slapped ‘Dirty’ on the chin. It was a skillful workmanship, so I fainted neatly.
“Anyway, he’s a dirty guy.”
“It’s not dirty for nothing.”
@
One thing was right though. ‘Dirty’ Hancock, who has no loyalty, gave information casually. The rattle, prepared for severe torture and ingenious threats, looked back at himself pathetically.
“If I had just given you the credits, would you have blown your nose?”
Of course, there was no way he would cut off his food to that extent, and the fact that the personal image of the governor was stolen seemed like a simbo to clean up his hands. Thanks to that, I had two incomes. One is that a rival is eliminated in the ‘brokerage business’, and one is that the information of Jim Taylor, the developer of the psycho chip, is secured.
“I know Dirty was caught on the other side, so I will erase the traces.”
“The interesting thing is that Dirty is not receiving any fees.”
As ‘Dirty’ revealed himself, Faye was no joke. If the fee was less than 20% after taking out this and that, the total profit of the Liberation Front could not be said without words.
“I never thought the e-drug business would be credited like this…”
It’s not an ordinary drug, but anyway, the 100,000 credits given to Leonard were raising a ridiculously large amount of money. Here, an experienced fixer could have two questions.
“What do you think you will do with those credits?”
“How do we keep our profits going forward beyond that?”
Both were significant.
Credit is not a currency that exists as a material, but if it could be realized in reality, it would be an amount that could not be stored in one or two warehouses. What are you planning to do with that huge amount of money, and how much more do you intend to collect?
“By morning, every broker in Junk Town will know about this.”
There will be a lot of talk about the behavior of the ‘rattle’.
Some brokers will accuse you of breaking the junk town ‘rules’, while others will defend you for standing up well against a terrifying psycho-cyborg terrorist organization.
If it had been committed by an unknown broker, the former would have been weighted, but the latter could not be ignored as it was the first jingle in the brokerage business in A-044 City. Such was the influence of celebrities.
“There is no way that the broker who has joined hands with the Liberation Front is a dirty one.”
“Junk Town will be overturned.”
The rule maintained for the past 7 years has been broken under the name of ‘exception’. Whether that’s true or not, the greedy will want to use exceptions. The rattle repulsed with an exaggerated motion.
“Dirty started it, not me. Am I embarrassed?”
To be precise, it started when the young solvers ran amok. Max couldn’t keep up with the conversation and patted his chest.
“What? Are you talking with a brain chip again?”
Leonard explained step by step for the still young solver.
“Did I tell you many times about the rules?”
“You don’t receive duplicate requests, what are you doing?”
“That rule is officially broken.”
It had been violated before, knowingly or unknowingly, but the broker’s attack on the broker’s office was no longer at the level of ‘knowingly’.
“If it is related to psycho cyborg terrorism, there is a condition, but that’s just what you put it on…”
“Once there was an exception, the second or third time is a piece of cake.”
Starting with psycho-chips, e-drugs, and commissions for anti-corporate activities, they will start eating each other. As Leonard said, Junk Town has been turned upside down.
“Then it’s not a big deal?”
“Because something big happened a long time ago.”
‘Rattle’ murmured. The rules were already broken when Leonard’s office was attacked.
“The Liberation Front is also a big deal. If the brokers don’t buy themselves, they won’t be able to sell psycho chips anymore.”
“Or I might go out and break through the market.”
Rattles would be content to eliminate a growing number of competitors, but it wasn’t Leonard. It was seen as a new opportunity to wipe out the Liberation Front.
@
As the sun went down and the moon danced with the stars, morning dawned.
On the outside, it’s the same day as yesterday and the day before yesterday, but deep down in the back alleys and secret darknet servers, there’s a commotion like never before.
-14-4th Street ‘Dirty’ Hancock’s office was raided.
-What? what kind of madman
– This is Ryan Bourne.
– I heard that Leonard Walker?
– Why is the fixer attacking the fixer broker?
-I don’t know. They’re the ones who kill your parents and siblings if you give them credit.
-That means who gave the credits?
Whether online or offline, rumors spread quickly. I did not intend to hide information from the person concerned, so I actively spread the source. ‘Rattle’ uploaded a video of ‘Dirty”s confession in several places and smiled happily.
“It’s a game of chicken now. Let’s see how many survive.”
The first game broke out at lunchtime. A normally disreputable fixer broker is murdered by armed robbers. In the past, there was a ‘one-sided’ claim that snowball distribution was arranged, but the truth was not important. Because the chaos in Junk Town is just beginning.
“Leonard! Leonard Walker!”
“Do you think I’ll be nervous to call you by my full name when it’s not even my mother?”
Leonard muttered as he got up from the bed. Contrary to his claim, he was nervous inside.
“What the hell have you done! Did you really, really kill Dirty Hancock?”
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Jake, the “broker,” knocked on Leonard’s room like a police officer on a drug bust. It means you are smarter than you think. E-drugs are not a big crime these days.
“I didn’t kill him. still alive He ate a box of nachos last night.”
Leonard opened the door and gestured as he left. I liked the living room with coffee beans rather than the cramped guest room. However, the broker had no intention of brewing coffee.
“Austin is dead. Jenkins almost died a little while ago.”
It’s a name I’ve never heard of, but under the circumstances, it’s probably a fixer broker. Leonard sat down on the sofa and waved his hands in a dry voice.
“Don’t you know what rattle is? Why did you do that kind of thing!”
“There is a reason for this too.”
“I can give you a job for the credits!”
“Credits are credits, but…”
Actually credit is the biggest reason, but it wasn’t the timing to be honest.
“My office was attacked.”
“You mean you want revenge because it’s dirty?”
I didn’t even think about that, but the reason seemed okay.
“There is no need to go until the time of Hammurabi, and it is necessary as a precaution.”
“prevention?”
“The 11th Avenue, which is close to White Town, is also attacked. Can the hotel in Junk Hill be unharmed?”
The broker did not readily answer. Even if it wasn’t for the Liberation Front, ‘Dirty’ Hancock, or the fledgling fixer, there were plenty of people who had a grudge against Leonard.
“Because we need to reduce the enemy. If possible, put in order in Junk Town as well.”
“Don’t you think that the enemy will increase more?”
“why? Is this a rattle thing?”
Max poked his head out of his room. It seemed to see if he could intervene. The broker sat across from the sofa and brushed the flat top of his head. It’s new, but I was curious about that touch. What does a living scalp feel like?
“Damn… to be honest, what am I going to do?”
It was time to be honest. Leonard motioned for Max to come out.
“What are you worried about?”
“Even I… whoa… would I have done only clean work? Dealing with the client’s hysteria is also losing my head, but now I have to deal with the total damn thing.”
“Ah, I don’t have any more hair to fall out of… no. I didn’t say anything.”
Max covered his mouth and pretended not to know. It has been proven who is the most evil.
“Can’t we have bodyguards?”
“Is it common for bodyguards to stop a fixer who has been covered up with military implants?”
As a result of this incident, the ransom price of mercenaries has also risen significantly. It’s a pain for the employer, but it wasn’t bad for the employee.
“There’s a good guy right now.”
“who?”
Leonard pointed at himself with his thumb.
“I can’t protect you 24 hours, but I will stay after work. All you have to do is skip meals, coffee, and nagging to leave. I’ll take care of it when the construction is finished.”
A lot of fine wrinkles were formed on the biological scalp. I was really curious about the feel.
“Damn it…”