Chapter. 10 Lead and Silver Coins (16)
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Shake!
The cargo compartment of one of the three trucks opened, and vegetables with a long shelf life, such as potatoes, carrots, onions, and broccoli, poured out.
There was no need for a special display. All you have to do is leave the truck’s cargo area wide open in an open space, and neatly place vegetables in an empty green gun box.
We lost the trailer on the way, so the amount was reduced by almost half, but since our action goal was already quite far from the business, there was nothing to regret.
With this level of fresh food, the break-even point is difficult, but it is enough to attract people.
“Well, dear brothers of Dom! We call ourselves Long Distance Caravan BDSM from the Area 47 Dome! Big-margin! Small-Dream!”
Crack, clap, clap!
“Joe, on the contrary! on the other way!”
“hmm? Oh, my goodness! Rain, Big-Dream! Small-margin! Top selling big dreams at affordable prices! Come and see what BDSM Caravan has to offer! It’s in the eastern vacant lot! Big-Dream! Small-margin!”
Every time Ian’s booming voice from the Hummer echoed through the city’s alleys, people hiding inside their houses began to pop their heads out one by one.
Doing business in the middle of a group suspected of being enemies? Some may ask why money was so tight, but this was part of an operation that was the result of extremely logical and rational thinking.
I don’t know how much the enemy knows about us, but thanks to Dana, I know for sure that we have more information than they expect.
The important thing is to hide it well without being discovered.
Since they are antagonizing the Area 38 dome, they lock themselves in a room, take out a gun, set up booby traps, and the moment they do that, it’s no different from advertising, saying, ‘We found out about your dirty secret.’ Like a businessman who came here peacefully and through hard work, but unluckily lost his target to a fanatic. I’m acting like I’m going to make a lot of money because this has already happened.
“Um… are those really all for sale?”
As I was watching Ian’s Hummer chattering away from afar, a man who looked quite sturdy among the people who were just observing the surroundings mustered up the courage to approach me.
A commercial smile bloomed on the professor’s lips.
“Oh, of course! It’s all first-class food grown in Dome’s state-of-the-art cultivation facility, not in a bleak wasteland! They were harvested less than two weeks ago so they are very fresh! But… how long have you been looking into it?”
“Well… I don’t have a lot of shillings and I have some alloy collected…”
For a moment, the man was carefully observing his surroundings and handed over a bag containing alloy as if he were dealing drugs.
Neither an external survivor nor a resident of the dome proposes a scrap trade, not even shillings. It is probably an illegal slush fund prepared by tearing down the structure inside the dome.
‘Fortunately, this enemy seems to have quite a few holes to dig into.’
As he observed the man’s behavior, which was far from a normal Dom’s physiology, the professor’s smile grew even deeper.
When I opened my pocket and checked the bundle of alloy that had melted and scorched marks, I saw that expensive alloy and miscellaneous iron were mixed in a random manner, and it was obvious that this person was not making a living from this business.
“Hmm… I guess I can’t give you that much…”
“No, you don’t need much. “Because it’s not something to eat-”
“What if there’s nothing to eat…?”
“Hmph! Oh no! “I’m having dinner tonight!”
Thump!
‘I’m caught!’
For a dome, the atmosphere is lifeless and gloomy. Even though food is being sold, citizens only pay attention. A man who hands out illegal slush funds with a solemn look on his face as if he were going to battle. Doesn’t he just feel it? These people are very afraid of something, and the very act of buying food is connected to that fear. Whether it was food control or a ban on trade with outsiders, anything was good. What’s important is that we now have a place to bully our ‘guests’.
“If it’s not something to eat, it probably isn’t for ornamental purposes. There’s dirt under your fingernails? “Is this something to be used as seeds?”
“Ah no! no!”
“Hehehe. Was this an interesting guest? I understand that Dome’s regulations prohibit the cultivation of illegal crops outside of confirmed farmland. “The taxes aren’t that much, but you’re trying to evade taxes… You have a big liver, right?”
“Ahh no, that’s right!”
A man caught in the crosshairs due to a momentary slip of the tongue. He was very frightened and tried to run away, but the left arm that held his shoulder was like an iron tower and did not budge. Only then did the man notice that the left arm of this scary merchant’s suit and the gloves at the end looked strange.
“What are you… that arm…!”
“Well, I’m a businessman. I’m a businessman. Big-Dream, Small-Margin! Just like you have a side job as a scavenger, I also have a side job. By the way, it looks like you are a farmer. How come you couldn’t leave even a single seed? They say that even if a farmer starves to death, he still sleeps with his seeds. “Are you hungry and did you finish eating?”
“Such nonsense! that….”
A man who gets embarrassed and closes his mouth like a clam while trying to say something. Bex, who was adjusting the number of carrots next to him, did not miss the opportunity and gently pushed in a green wooden box that had been wrapped separately.
A wooden box half filled with fresh food and half with MREs obtained from the station.
I deliberately opened the packaging of the combat rations and opened the retort packaging of the beans and stewed meat inside. A greasy smell spread out, and the man’s eyes were all focused on it. The moment a man reaches out his hand without realizing it.
Seueuugh-
As if taking medicine, the wooden box moved away from in front of him. I could see greed rising in his expression as he clutched his stomach. Hunger, I know that well.
“W-what is the reason you showed me this?”
As his tone suddenly became completely polite, the professor gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
“This is why… do you know that? Merchants tend to be superstitious. If he has made a big profit, he should give 10% of the profit. If there is mold in the ledger, money will leak out. or.”
Sigh!
“If you send your first customer away empty-handed, you will be in trouble…”
There was a cargo compartment wide open on one side, a lot of stuff piled up, and a space behind it that couldn’t be seen from the outside. It is not a building that originally existed here, but a secret room created so there is no need to worry about wiretapping devices or anything like that.
“It’s no big deal. We’ve just come here so we don’t know much about product prices or trends. As a merchant, it’s embarrassing, but you can’t make a deal without knowing the price. “If you know anything about the recent food situation in the District 38 dome, tax quotas, or other trivial trends, I would like you to let me know.”
A battle ration with its packaging torn was handed to the man who was swallowing his saliva.
“Very little help. “At that rate, this whole box full of food is yours.”
Rumbling
Bex, who had unloaded all the items, lowered the open cargo door again at the right time, and a pitch-black darkness that no one could see fell between the two.
Crackling. Nod, nod. Crack.
Kuul-keuk.
“…Actually, the dome has been acting a lot strange lately….”
In that deep anonymous space, the man’s mouth finally began to open. It started with the sound of a heavy wooden box being pushed towards him.
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“Sniping point~”
“check-”
“Oh sorry. “Ian said he was going to set up the booby trap himself, but I couldn’t confirm that.”
“good. I don’t know anything else, but it’s better for him to handle bombs. Then, I can finally get some rest.”
Grass – sot.
The business continued until around sunset in the afternoon, and the group, which achieved some success, was able to rest only after visiting the caravan accommodation recommended by most of the guests and completing a security check for about 30 minutes.
This is the top room of the 6th floor accommodation with a panoramic view of the Radio Tower, a famous feature of District 38. The hostel owner complained about the fact that a rich caravan with three cars had only one large room, but it was much better to listen to the owner’s complaints than to be scattered for no reason and be destroyed individually.
The professor encouraged the group, who were clearly tired, as they looked at the radio tower that was built on the site of an older generation broadcasting station.
“Everyone worked hard all day, being on guard, doing business, and gathering information. Especially Ezel. “You must have suffered a lot, but you did a good job.”
“…What is the hardship? Even if the three of us combined, we couldn’t even investigate half of the four. Where did you learn that kind of negotiation and interrogation? Isn’t this a skill you’ve tried once or twice?”
“Let’s see.” “I stole it every time our overland supply unit came, so I was twenty-one, twenty-two…”
“what?”
“Oh, no. nothing. “I just learned it in the military.”
Palak.
I ignored Ezel’s suspicious gaze and focused on the file that summarized the details of my investigation.
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1. Taxes did not increase, but they increased. It has been a while since taxes were collected separately from administration, inspection, and execution.
2. There was a large religious gathering. Naturally, it was a rally centered around Happy Blind church members, and strangely, it took a long time to be suppressed. <- According to an eyewitness, not only did the suppression take a long time, but the dispatch itself was delayed. 3. It has been a while since I was unable to use GG or the community due to communication difficulties. There was no way to know the news from outside, but suddenly outsiders dressed as refugees came rushing in, making people quite scared. Now that I think about it, there was an incident where all the technicians who were tinkering with circuits were called to the radio tower. I know that quite a few people did not return. 4. Many of the ‘low class’ people in the farm district have disappeared. I heard that the area was filled with the refugees who came this time, but even that was probably full, so my son, who was working as a guard for a while to prevent refugees, was out at the guard post without even returning home. Even when he came back occasionally, he would just leave without saying a word. -It was an impression too detailed to be dismissed as a mother's concern for her son. Do you feel burdened by the massacre? Forced mobilization? boot? 5. There was a large-scale power outage. According to the administration's announcement, it was the work of Happy Blind, and the people in the eastern district and adjacent areas were completely deprived of power without emergency shields and were contaminated with radiation. The radiation decontamination team thoroughly inspected everything from household furniture to spoons. <- He said he felt like he was looking for something. ---------= These are the five most important pieces of information obtained from civilians. Considering the day's hard work, I could see a few roots that were quite large. “I think there are more than one or two problems....” One rotten tangerine spoiled the whole basket, it wasn't at the same level. Some are covered in white mold, while others are covered in black mold and oozing fluid. It is rotting in a variety of colors. Quang! “I’m here.” "OK. “I had a hard time… what is that?” I turned my head to see a rough voice breaking me out of my thoughts, and saw Ian entering the room carrying two people with swollen faces. “This is a sniper waiting at the sniping point. And this is the weird guy who was twitching his butt trying to assassinate the sniper. There were only two sniper points, so I looked around at both, and there was an electronic alarm trap installed on one side, and they were on the other side. “I brought them both in because they were suspicious.” Ian placed the two motionless people on the ground and secretly sent a hand signal. [Unconscious/disguised] 'It's suspicious that he's just an assassin, but he was even caught pretending to faint...' At Ian's sign, I glanced down at the assassins lying on the floor. The two figures were thrown carelessly on the floor. They have an antagonistic relationship with each other, and they are fairly well-trained agents who show no signs of harm even when they are thrown into positions that make breathing difficult. [check] It certainly seemed like we were the hot potato of District 38 now. A sniper who took up his position as soon as we settled in, and another assassin who arrived at the sniping point a little later and tried to take him out. Area 38 is strangely tense. The situation is that the three departments collect taxes separately and cannot be viewed as one group. 'Now is the time when the election is over. What if an irreparable conflict arose between the three departments in the process? What if they go beyond a simple feud and even bring in outside forces like Raptor and Happy Blind and go on a rampage to eliminate each other?' Thinking about the situation in District 38, which had become a three-way war, it was not difficult to recall the goals of these friends. BDSM, which just arrived in this area today, is neutral. It is also a very important neutrality that has close ties to Area 47, so I don't mean to just kill it off and get rid of it. Perhaps the target is not us, but some other important person who will arrive here. Protect that person or... 'Either eliminate other group elements before they proceed with negotiations with us.' Knock knock- “...He is not a noble person.” As if to answer my thoughts, there was a knock on the door where my companions were. When Bex put his gun to the door and opened it slightly, a neatly dressed man was seen through the thin gap in the door. Vex's grim voice greeted him. “Identity and purpose.” "....this. There is a fierce gatekeeper. “Could you please make way?” “Identity and purpose.” Speech is more slurred and slurred than usual. Vex understood his own physical characteristics well. Small and dwarf body, old face. If you mess up your pronunciation, people who see you for the first time will likely look like someone who does chores. After I announced from the truck that the entire area was an operation area, Bex spoke less and only did menial tasks such as carrying vegetables or carrying luggage. Perhaps because of this, the man outside the door noticed that Bex's gun, hidden behind the door, was pointed at his head. He approached me with a very commercial smile, not even realizing that he was up high. “There is no need to be cautious. “I have come here because I have something to say to you, representing the opinion of the administration that is in charge of the actual governance of District 38.” After hearing what he said, I asked him, 'Why don't you give it a try?' Vex sending a hand signal with a similar meaning. When I nodded, slowly. Vex's thumb moved toward the firing pin of the revolver in her hand. Clap- flinch! The assassin reacts clearly, albeit very slightly, with the sound of the ball being pulled. It was visible to the professor who was observing carefully. Unlike the other assassin, who was motionless, his neck muscles suddenly tensed. As someone who was aware of the internal situation, I was wondering whether I should inform my allies, who did not even know that a gun was pointed at his head, or whether I should continue pretending to be unconscious, when I heard the sound of a gun being pulled, and I became nervous without realizing it. ‘This guy is from the administration. 'I got a useful card before it even started?' The professor sent a hand signal equivalent to [disarming the situation] with his hand, opened the door, and welcomed the incoming spokesperson with open arms. “Oh my, these people who are busy with construction work are directly stepping into the lodgings of mere merchants! “If you had called us, we would have gone to the administration building ourselves!” "Ha ha ha ha ha. No...! Huh! no. You can't just casually tell a precious guest from afar to come and go. But, after that, people…” "hmm? Oh, this? It's no big deal. I'm wearing new friends I made a few minutes ago. Take a seat! “I said I was here to talk, so I should at least offer you a cup of tea.” The spokesperson acted as if he was visiting an old friend, but then froze for a moment. You'll probably burn your ass. You might be wondering why he is being held here like a piece of cake. I led the spokesperson to the table with a busy hand gesture, then dragged the executive assassin over and violently sat him down next to me. Grumble- Wow! Boom! Buwaaaaah! Wow! While Ezel, who was very enthusiastic and said, 'I will cut out the rotten part of the dome', was pouring the spokesperson's tea, Bex and Ian were tearing up the white blanket on the bed with gloomy faces to make a rope. Anyone can see that something seems very wrong. Freshly made white ropes secured the assassin's limbs to the chair, and by the time the sound of the knife being sharpened was heard in the gagged man's ears, the assassin's breathing had become so heavy that he could hear it. spokesman? I wanted to somehow appear calm, so I lifted the teacup, but he dropped his hand and spilled all of it, which made me feel sorry for him. The spokesperson was shocked when I wiped the table with the bundle of blankets left over from tying up the assassin. “Well. You're spilling all your precious tea. These calorie-free luxury goods are expensive because they are produced in small quantities. “You’re shivering quite a bit… are you cold?” “Hey, hey hey, it’s a little cold. Ha, haha-ugh! flaw...." As I bent over the table and wiped away the spilled tea, I could see his body shaking more and more as I got closer. Well, that's enough. The atmosphere is very ripe. “Bex.” Sigh! At my call, Vex plunged a black-edged dagger into the desk. “Oh, don’t misunderstand. We are very tired, and isn't time money for merchants? I heard you had something to say. “I’ll just listen and process it along with other things.” While I nodded and relaxed in my chair, Ian placed the assassin's limp hand on the table. The assassin and the spokesperson's breathing became even heavier. “If I had known you were so busy with work, I would have come next time... Enough for today, let’s go back-” “Oh, well. You don't have to. This is nothing more than simple labor. It's a bit like using a carrot with a core, so it will be over in no time. or not...." Takkakak. Takkakak. “Perhaps there is something to do with this person?” “Such words that are so unfair! “I don’t know such an agent!” “That kind of ‘agent’… agent… agent….” “Hmm, ugh, ugh! “Ugh!” The spokesperson is now almost at a point where he doesn't know whether he's holding his breath or crying. Still, he was a bit lower-level than the assassin who was holding back. 'Well, this is the only way to use a messenger when there are two hostile forces in close range. All you have to do is convey the word, but you can't throw precious elites under threat of assassination.' Looking at him, whose mind must have turned completely white by now, I quietly threw a cord. "then. Let’s hear what we’re here to talk about. Oh, this is a side note. This big guy here has the personality of being fascinated whenever he hears an interesting story. If the Speaker were so eloquent, this friend might forget what she was doing and she would get lost in the story. Ha ha ha ha ha! “You should just say what you have to say as strictly as possible and leave?” He slowly traced the assassin's fingers spread out on the table with his fingernails and looked intently into the spokesperson's eyes. He didn't say anything specifically, but he said, 'You know what I mean, right?' The same meaningful gaze fell mercilessly on the spokesperson's shaking pupils. conversation? I'm sorry, but if you wanted to talk, you should have been in the right class. He just said he was a ‘spokesperson’ without any self-introduction or title. This is a complete abandonment. Since they sent us these idiots, we have no choice but to show a corresponding attitude. “Let’s see… I said you came from the administration. “I guess you’re having a hard time taking care of the dome these days?” “Well, that is....” The professor smiled in satisfaction as he began his 'interrogation' of the spokesperson in a soft voice. I was hoping that if only these guys came, I would be able to find the dark side easier than I thought. **** fantasy,
