Chapter. 13. Hunter, Scavenger, and Swordsman (6)
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Kirik- Kirik-
“What happened to your leg?”
“It was cut. “It doesn’t seem like your eyesight has gotten any better?”
“I’m not asking about what’s visible, but about the inside story. Who cut it?”
“It’s not like you need to know… Oh, I guess you understand. That warmonger named Kesselring and a ridiculous idiot wearing a red cape and red-hot military uniform. He said that nothing is free in this world and that he would give me a ride in his car, so I just had to pay for the gas. They cut off my leg and extracted it with the milking machine. “It came out quite well.”
“…Red guy. “Did he have a beard?”
“Uh oh. It was also erected upward in a manner that was enviable. “Even if I grow it all my life, the goatee is the end.”
….Sud!
“Mustang Red Alert…Raptor. Since the nest is moving, it’s natural for a Swarm Alpha level to step forward… Kesselring. When I saw that idiot before, he was acting like a pack leader. “Have you reached the level of Swarm Alpha before you know it?”
Ian’s eyes glanced at Woojin in the wheelchair. Aside from the empty bridge, there were quite a few things that caught my eye. White scars on the neck and face. Excessively neat nails. A face full of wrinkles like before, but with an awkward expression.
The old man’s fingernails weren’t that neat. Unless you received some nail care somewhere, it would be correct to assume that it was plucked raw and grew anew.
An awkward facial expression is a common symptom that appears as an aftereffect of electric torture. This is because the high voltage flowing through the body does not simply result in momentary pain, but leaves permanent damage to the nervous system.
The raptors not only cut off his legs, but also tortured him. It’s also a torture that borders on various types of aimless entertainment.
Ian bit his molars as memories of the past naturally came to him even though he didn’t want to. Raptor soldiers were assaulting prisoners taken from a warehouse filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol. They tied their hands to the back of a vehicle and made them run until their feet were torn and they died of exhaustion, or they made them hang on heated gun barrels, threatening to kill them if they fell. Every time his eyes passed by Woojin’s body, the scars and the harsh abuse that had been inflicted on him came to mind clearly, his past came to mind, and the founders of Raptor who made Woojin like that came into his mind. Of course his face was in it too.
Percussion!
Woojin, who noticed that Ian’s breathing was getting heavier, looked at where his gaze was directed and hit him on the head with the patient chart he was holding.
“It’s okay, you idiot. “Is there anyone who doesn’t suffer in the wasteland?”
“….still. There is no shame. Inspiration.”
“Of course you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Do you know how much I looked forward to hearing about you while I was with those bastards? Well, if I heard a rumor, I thought Professor Park, who destroys mountains and seas with mutant powers, and the three Vex, the bomb demon Metal Joe killers, would attack Nest at any moment, wielding violence, fire, and blood. I secretly made a signal flare in case it came, but it didn’t light up its face until the very end. “Ah, indifferent bastards!”
Woojin was criticizing with his mouth, but his face was smiling. It seemed like he wasn’t expecting anything from the way he was giggling.
“You probably have a lot of questions. There’s a lot to talk about. Um… there’s nothing to do today, right?”
“Uh… well. yes.”
“Then, let’s go look at the market and have dinner. Let’s talk about it then. “I’m a little busy right now.”
After passing through a passage that was half a mixture of an underground parking lot and a molten valley, three large iron doors appeared. Each had a neon sign with a green cross, silver coin, bones, and claws mixed in, and Woojin was turning his wheelchair toward the green cross.
At his casual gesture of returning to work, Ian couldn’t help but say something.
“No, wait a minute, old man. I met up with some of my relatives who thought I had died right before my eyes, and within a minute of meeting them, they said, ‘I’m in a hurry so I’ll see you later’? Have you received any kind of ideological modification from the Raptors? “Surgery for sociopaths or something.”
“They die, come back to life, and sleep. If I don’t go, they’ll really die over there. They cut off my leg and left it on the operating table. Let’s see… Mahmer? “When did you get anesthesia for the friend who came in today?”
“Uh… I think I just poured a 50-proof bottle down my throat.”
“this. “Then I’ll wake up soon.”
As Woojin pointed with his finger, a painful scream was heard from inside as if responding.
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….can you hear me? That’s right. So, should I leave that friend alone and go clear up some of the backlog? Or, let’s go to a fun market with lots to see and buy, then have dinner with good drinks and meat and talk about what happened so far.”
“Plague.”
Woojin giggled at the profanity implied in all of Ian’s answers and patted his butt.
“Okay, you guy. Lisa! Please guide me inside. “There are a lot of things you need to know for your first trip.”
“But…”
Quang!
As if there was really no time left, Woojin pushed the iron door with his wheelchair and entered the Green Cross gate. Soon, the cries of an unknown patient, along with a sound similar to that heard when using a chainsaw or an industrial drill, turned into sounds of greater pain and pleading.
Ian and a machine gun woman named Lisa with a mechanical prosthetic hand are left alone, leaving behind the echo-like calls for life or death.
“…You’re an old man who I want to fucking beat even if he wakes up from death.”
“Ugh, if it weren’t for the old man, I’d just kill that unpleasant thrush…”
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“hmm?”
“huh?”
The two people, who had unintentionally reached a consensus about Woojin, were fiddling with their weapons with awkward expressions on their faces.
“Uh… it’s a little late, but welcome to Moby Dick. Celebrities.”
“It’s metal. Or Ian. “It doesn’t matter either way.”
“I’m Lisa. Um… that… was a bit… rude when we first met, wasn’t it?”
“what. Moderately? It’s like holding a gun to your head in a wasteland. “If you don’t shoot, it’s no different than a light handshake.”
To be honest, if there was someone who pointed a gun at him first, Ian preferred to teach them a lesson by punching a hole or two in their body, regardless of gender. Since he was the old man’s subordinate, I decided to give him special attention.
Of course, Lisa, who didn’t know his true intentions, spoke with a much more relaxed face.
“He’s as cool a guy as he looks. Follow me. I also have a favor for you. Let me personally guide you through the Moby Dick black market. What are you here to do? “It’s so complicated, so it would be helpful to know the goal.”
“I came here to destroy everything.”
“Ahahaha! “It’s really a joke…?”
Lisa was almost impressed by the sense of humor of the famous person she met for the first time today, but her complexion turned pale when she saw him wandering around the corner of the alley.
“Ta timer? bomb?”
“uh. I’m going crazy and going into the stronghold of a well-armed force alone. I planted it here and there when I came. I’ll just retrieve it and go to the entrance. “Recover what you sprinkled on the ground on your way out.”
“No, you weren’t kidding?”
“In some cases, it could have been a joke or a serious joke.”
It hasn’t exploded now, so you’re kidding.
Ian stuffed the recovered bomb into the gun case and looked down at Riza’s frozen face.
“Okay then. A young lady whose silver skin is as attractive as her bronze skin. “It may be a bit against the traditional rules, but may I ask you to be an escort?”
Ian exaggeratedly bent down and kissed the back of Lisa’s mechanical hand. Likewise, the sound of metal rubbing was louder than the sound of a kiss, thanks to the contact with his chin, which was made of metal, but Lisa’s face became twice as hard as before, so the intended goal was achieved.
“What is this….”
“Hehehehe. It’s a punishment that’s all done at gunpoint. Let’s go. “Let’s take a look and see what our old man has done.”
Ian grinned at the embarrassed Lisa, pondered for a moment in front of the two doors except the green cross, and then opened the door with the neon sign in the shape of a silver coin.
“Oh my.”
“…Strange bastard. “Welcome to Moby Dick, the Dome Borough’s real black market.”
Ian nodded as if he understood as he looked at the space where the warm heat, the soft lighting of all kinds of neon signs, and the bonfire inside the drum flickered strangely.
“The black market outside is just a fancy packaging. “This way…?”
“It’s true. There is a mountain of goods piled up like a mountain of refugees who brought only the most expensive items and sold them all for a single carrot when rations ran out.”
“okay. Come to think of it, my old man… I heard you were a mercenary who did a lot of flying when you were young, right?”
Ian shook his head, recalling Woojin’s colorful past in his head. In fact, the illegal smell was stronger than the fake black market outside, but I didn’t feel the discomfort I felt when I first arrived there. Ian was able to find the reason without difficulty.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Because right before his eyes, there was a slot machine pouring out 7.62mm bullets instead of chips, and a gun shop with a mountain of firearms lined up behind it.
“I can’t believe I was thinking of blowing up a place like this. It’s metal. “It’s far.”
“huh? Oh hey! Let’s go together! “It’s metal!”
Instead of receiving guidance, Lisa saw Ian walking inside with great strides and hurriedly followed behind him. At first glance, his eyes showed the excitement of a five-year-old boy arriving at Disneyland for the first time.
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“Slot machines? Hehehe, my masterpiece. If you have 7 rounds, put it in and spin it. Because they are all bullets that can actually be used. It’s the M30. Gothic? Or is the gun barrel the more the more the better? “If you want to sell it, let me know.”
“Number 8, number 15, number 47!”
“oh. “Are you as big as your body?”
“Give me everything except!”
A proper gunsmith!
“hmm? Hey~ who is this! The head of BDSM visited our store? Have a drink and go! When going out, sweet port wine is better than hard liquor! I’ll give it to you cheaply! take it!”
If President Young had seen it, he would have gone out of his way to confiscate it!
“Hoooh. Isn’t this Metal Joe? I can’t believe I get to see celebrities in the same industry like this. “You often use electronic high explosives. How about some old-fashioned dynamite?”
“Huh… did you get some nitroglycerin?”
“Hehe, I’m telling you this because that’s where I’m at, but in fact, I mixed mutant secretions with similar properties and wrapped purified sodium in beeswax…”
Even a dealer specializing in explosives, which is really, really hard to find!
“Ahhh. Woojin. You must have survived for this. What an inspiration you are…!”
“Huh huh huh huh, let’s go together!”
Ian felt like he was playing in heaven on earth. He had accumulated enough money to rot, all the products were to his liking, and the service was also good.
Click, click –
Ian looked at the wooden tablets filled in his pockets and hands with loving eyes.
[New-Rumchata x 15]
[New-Vodka x 100]
[New-Dynamite x 30]
[Bull Revolver x 1]
[.357 Bullet x 225]
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When he came to his senses, the faces of the shop owners were filled with the same happy smiles, and the owner of the stall he passed by was also organizing his stall with the same expression.
They are even offering a delivery service for bulk buyers like him. Just in case, I mentioned the name of the guy I met earlier, Auker, and he seemed to know everything, so it seemed like his job was black market courier service.
“How about metal? “You really like it, don’t you?”
“I’m going to live here.”
“….huh?”
Liza reacted a beat late to the completely unexpected answer.
“Professor Park, if he comes out, he will live here, either we will eat this place or BDSM will be merged with Moby Dick. Ah…. Paradise was prepared on earth for me who couldn’t go to heaven…. Molly…. I’m happy now….”
“Hehehe.” Everyone who comes here for the first time makes the same expression as you. There is no one in the wasteland who is not interested in better weapons. That’s why it occupies the most exposed entrance area.”
“When the enemies invade, you immediately turn them into a beehive?”
“In addition, in case you get caught by the inspection department. “At least there are things that can be overlooked.”
At Lisa’s words, Ian felt his senses come back to some extent. Well, illegal. Yes, that’s right. That was the reason I came here in the first place. Check to see if it’s a town that sells dubious items, and if it’s not possible, turn it all into ashes.
“So does that mean there are things further inside that cannot be removed?”
“yes? The old man told me to show him around, and I’m showing him because I already knew him. Honestly, personally, I don’t think it’s right to reveal it to them. Shall we go?”
“Hmm… I guess I should go… right?”
Ian looked back like a child who lost candy, looked at Lisa, and then looked back again.
I have to leave that street filled with the smell of gunpowder and oil and go somewhere else.
It felt like his heart was pounding, but Ian succeeded in turning his body around with his iron will.
“How far is it from here?”
“It’s not that far. “This underground building isn’t that big.”
“Then that’s it. “Let’s go for a moment.”
Once I saw Old Man Woojin, I completely erased any thoughts that this was part of a terrible plan against humanity.
Since I was already here, I was thinking of returning to the weapons trafficking area after seeing how the mutant by-product was used and what people’s reactions were.
And exactly five minutes later, Ian strangles a merchant who was happily doing business.
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“Cluck, cluck, cluck!” Gagging kehehe! Ugh…. Ugh!”
I had no intention of making a fuss. Woojin was his benefactor, and I don’t know what changed his mind, but this underground black market, including this by-product market, was his business. I planned to just quietly look around and if I saw something I liked, I would buy it.
Until I saw a leather jumper with a large BDSM mark on it, identical to the one he was wearing.
“Yes~ This is the right place! The popular drink! The bursting heat of the black market has finally reached the sunny side, and it is being sold in markets on the ground, and rumor has it that President Young bought it in a chest! Moon glow! This is where Dalmuri liquor is made! A taste that even you, who have been addicted to alcohol all your life, have never experienced! “Try the monumental alcohol that has been created in this era where everything is disappearing.”
Many people gathered around the man who spoke in a lively voice, clamoring to get a bottle of alcohol.
The problem was that the guy who was topless and screaming on the podium had a very familiar face to him.
Dorian. His subordinate who gave him his first taste of Moonglow.
That guy was doing business here.
“you. why. “Are you here?”
“Knock, knock!” Captain, how are we here….”
“How? How to-? “I smelled a subordinate who went out to play, so I smelled it and came looking for it, you bastard!”
At first, I thought that some crazy operator had sold the leather jumper, which was a symbol of the precious caravan, and that it had made its way onto the black market. Whether I lost a lot while gambling or really needed money, I thought the jumper would have ended up here anyway. BDSM is very popular here, so that jumper must be in demand. I thought I got this far because it was sold that way, so I came closer to buy it back…
“Oh my gosh, Captain! Take my word for it. “Speak loudly!”
“That sounds like a horse. I checked everything with my own eyes, but the words were frozen to death. “When did I teach you words?”
The owner of the jumper was also here. And he was selling that new era alcohol or something with a very passionate attitude.
“evil! Lee Liza! Outsiders are merchant fans! Help me- Wow!”
“merchant? A person with a disability? So is BDSM a side job? “Is this a part-time job to raise funds for a start-up?”
“Cough, it’s not like that – Wow! Oh really! Let’s talk! “I have to explain to clear up any misunderstandings or something – no!”
Wow!
Craddangtang!
Dorian, who had been beaten and held in a headlock, took advantage of the moment when Ian’s arms loosened to throw him over and quickly hide behind a stall.
Ian, who was stuck in a pile of alcohol on one side of the store, kicked the box and got up. His eyes, which were covered in alcohol, were now shining with a sinister look of life.
“Hehehe. Hehehe…. Oh my waist. By beating up the gangsters and robbers, I created people, taught them, and created decent jobs. Are you hitting me? hey. Are we just going to go now? Since you got hit a little less, you started thinking about the old days again, right?”
“Oh no, that’s not it…. Hey! “Honestly, this person had trouble breathing and was hit so hard that his face was fried. Isn’t that too much for being thrown once?”
“Okay, okay. I finally understand what you mean. If you missed the taste of my hand, you should have told me… right? Before, I didn’t have anything to do until dinner, but this time, I’m going to instill in you a strong sense of manners, dignity, and loyalty. Come to work you bastard! Stick with your confidence! Guns Knives Fists! “I’ll accept anything!”
“Hee hee hee! “Please save me!!!”
Ian’s eyes rolled back and he rushed inside the stall like a shelter. Dorian ran towards his only ally with his ferocious momentum, and in the end, the two people who were only watching clung to Ian.
One of them was Liza, who was chosen to be Ian’s guide. The other one….
“Let go of your arms, Budlam.” If it doesn’t fall, I will kill it by protesting. “You’re next after that bastard.”
“Oh my gosh, big brother!”
It was a black-skinned, bald boodle who had been hanging out with Dorian for a long time.
“Captain? Do you remember what we do when we encounter a type 3 variant of the mental world? Take a deep breath – take a deep breath. Good idea, good idea. Oh – peace like a drug to me. Calm your mind and listen slowly. Dorian, that guy is doing this for a reason. “I’m saying this because I’m taking care of someone I know for a while.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you were looking after someone else’s business?”
“That’s right! Even though the time we were together wasn’t that long, the density was incredible, right? Would we really betray our captain? Isn’t that right? Dorian?”
“Uh huh! That’s right! I love you Metal! i love you! BDSM! Praise Professor Park, praise him!”
When Ian seemed to calm down for a moment, the two crew members looked up at him with pitiful eyes, praying for their hands to become feet.
Ian took a slightly calming breath and looked at Dorian, who had crawled to his knees, and Budlam, who had sneaked away from his reach.
“Whoa…. Okay. “You two went out to play for a while and ended up in the black market by chance, right?”
“yes!”
“Did you happen to find Moby Dick in the black market, which only real people know about?”
“Yes… right?”
“Is it just a coincidence that I met someone I knew there? That person happened to be busy and left the work to that guy? “I only worked for a short time, but it happened to catch my eye less than 30 minutes after I came here?”
“Uh…”
Cold sweat began to trickle down the two people’s foreheads, and Ian’s smile grew so deep that his molars were clearly visible.
“Ahahaha… Coincidence in this world is so strange… isn’t it? In some ways, this is also fate… huh? Leader?”
“Hehehe…. Yes. This can be happen. “It can be done.”
“Isn’t that right?”
“Okay. “I’m writing this because I don’t trust the words of my subordinates who are like my children, especially the assault platoon kids who eat, sleep, and fight together all the time.”
“Ahahahahaha…..”
“Kuhhhhh….”
Dorian and Budlam for a moment. An awkward laugh flows between Ian.
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“…don’t fucking say it.”
“Shit! Fucked! “Pounce!”
“Woah!”
The moment the laughter stopped, Ian’s hand went into his arms like lightning, and at the same time, Dorian and Budlam rushed towards Ian.
Since they were both Ian’s subordinates, they knew very well what he would do when he let go of his relationship with the opposite sex.
Thanks to this, the grenade that came out of Ian’s arms was able to hang on his arm before it served its purpose.
“Stop it! “Stop it!”
“Hang in there, please! Even if you look at it like that, my cousin’s dreams and hopes are in that small shop!”
“Let go, you bastards! I have a lot of money! “I’ll burn it to ashes and pay that cousin or something for money!”
ping-!
“Ugh! I really picked it! “They pulled out a pin!”
“Lisa!! Call the Moby Dick people! “If this continues, we will all die!”
“okay! Die, you bastards! I told them to play quietly and not get into trouble, but they made and sold moonshine on the black market?! Just die, you bastards!!!!”
Ian was confident in his strength, but he couldn’t move easily when the two people who used a bit of strength in BDSM and even Lisa, who had a mechanical prosthetic hand, desperately clung to him.
The Moby Dick people snatched the grenade from Ian’s hand, who was scolding him like a madman, and put the safety pin back in, and the customers who had gathered to buy alcohol just watched this skit, each with their hand on their weapon.
“…Keuok. A good house… and the service is amazing. They sell alcohol and provide decent snacks, right?”
This was the opinion of a drunk person who witnessed this scene from beginning to end.
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