How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 329
Only Noblemtl
How to Live Immortally Episode 329
329 Of course
* * *
After finishing his day’s work and lowering the shutter, Harrison braced his hunched back. He was now approaching his nineties.
It would be ideal to buy an Android and have him do the work, but he couldn’t afford such a luxury as he only ran a small shop.
But today, I felt a little regretful.
A cool breeze blew across the gray sky, as if a drizzle was about to fall.
Harrison, who got up, clutching his aching knee, was distracted by a man walking down the alley.
He looked as if he was both tired and angry, panting.
The moment I blinked and opened my eyes, I felt the man’s presence right nearby.
A truly ingenious method of renewal.
Harrison unconsciously grabbed his right arm as the scent of blood brushed past his nose.
“Junk dealer, Harrison Marker. Is that right?”
“That’s true.”
“You came to the right place.”
A man brushing his hair back as if he was relieved. Only then did Harrison notice his facial features and open his eyes wide.
“A fight… … ?”
“As expected, you figured it out. Thanks to you, I’m glad I have less time to explain.”
The man who took a step forward, Gaon looked down at Harrison.
“Even for me, it’s annoying to repeat the same thing five times. And that’s to someone who tried to kill me.”
The broker who arranged the job for Hex, the leader of the Wheel Brothers, was, to put it bluntly, a dud. He too was nothing more than someone’s discarded pawn.
Because of this, I had no choice but to go back and follow the traces step by step.
Before the foam that forms as it flows from upstream to downstream disappears.
Fortunately, we were able to cut through the bubbles and find one common denominator.
That is, unlike Fernandez, he is not a problem solver but a group of criminals who are close to him.
He was not a normal broker. If I had to say, I would say he was more like a broker. The work he handled was also outside the scope of the law.
It’s also deep in the shade and has a strong, sturdy appearance.
Gaon also had to be treated specially.
Four times, at that.
Even delicious food gets boring if you keep eating it, so there’s no way it’d be fun to hang out with human scum.
“Yes, I am reminded of you when I see you. But I also only carried out my work according to the client’s request.”
“Who is it? I don’t think he’s an ordinary guy.”
“that…….”
In a split second, Harrison extends his right hand. As his forearm opens, the barrel of the gun that had been stowed away―
“Cough.”
“You have to be selective about who you use your skills against.”
“Oh, I understand! I’ll tell you the truth, so let me go.”
“The answer first.”
Gaon growls as he crushes Harrison’s entire right arm. His evil power has long surpassed that of the presser. Even with bio-modification, it was not something he could endure.
“I received it from someone who came to see me a while ago. I tried to refuse, but it was a significant amount of money.”
“Enough with the excuses, now tell me who it is.”
“I don’t know that either. It’s an unwritten rule not to ask unless the other person asks first. All I know is my impressions.”
Sunglasses, prosthetic arms, and an intimidating tone. What Gaon heard from Harrison was the typical mafia stereotype you would see anywhere.
No one in particular came to mind.
However, I couldn’t shake the impression that the results were shallow compared to the methods used.
The fact that he spent a large sum of money means that he acknowledged Tougwi’s reputation after hearing rumors that he had dealt with the FD shield, but the group he hired was actually gangsters from all over the place.
“… … A biker gang just went there? What kind of crazy talk is that?!”
A confident tone, as if he had not done it.
“Now that I look at it, it looks like you outsourced it. It seems like there was no communication between the two.”
“Ugh.”
Well, it was strange. It was like dealing with a competent problem solver who had a nickname, but then a handyman showed up. It seemed like a mistake to have added an unnecessary step to prevent his identity from being revealed.
There was no law that said he couldn’t do that as a broker hired by Harrison.
It only takes a moment for a wrong choice to trigger a chain reaction.
One trader passed the buck to the next trader, and that trader passed it to another trader—nothing was done, just passing the buck, so there was no way there would be any money left.
If Harrison had personally assembled the team with the amount the man had initially offered, wouldn’t he have produced a pretty spectacular All-Star team?
Even if that were the case, the result would not have changed.
“Did you also work on the Baekdu-owned factory that exploded a while ago?”
“Are you crazy?! Even if you live without any future, you wouldn’t touch Megacorp, right?”
I just asked to confirm. Gaon didn’t expect to hear an answer from Harrison.
Would an old man in a back alley be able to find that kind of professional manpower?
The guy who commissioned Harrison is probably behind it.
“If you have nothing to say, stop here… … .”
“Hey, wait! Now that I think about it, I remember. He had a package neatly tied up inside his coat.”
Of course, the package is a consumable. There is no reason to cherish it. However, ‘one place’ is different.
Silenzio, a program that allows for mechanical thinking by drawing out autosuggestions. Put it in a package and use it as a trump card.
“The Lucesia family is involved… …?”
* * *
Gaon, who had disposed of Harrison in a suitable place, was lost in thought.
‘MTI and the Lucesia Family.’
Megacorp and Ambu.
The sun and the dark. They are polar opposites, so they may seem like they don’t get along, but at the top, they had no choice but to get along, whether they liked it or not.
You could say it’s like the relationship between a crocodile and a crocodile bird.
But those two could never do that.
Because there was a decisive event.
‘666 Incident.’
The year is 2242. It happened over a hundred years ago, at a time when the entrenched class was becoming increasingly entrenched.
A society where it has become natural for most state-run businesses to be privatized in the name of advanced management.
Unfair judicial dealings.
Everyday exploitation.
Monopoly of wealth.
Invisible class.
Among them, communications, medical care, and electricity were in a unique position. They were essential infrastructure that could never be separated from life.
Because of this, the resulting abuses and tyranny continued without end.
A representative example was the rapid increase in fees that rendered the unprecedented welfare system of basic income useless.
The emergence of artificial intelligence has freed us from the need for labor, but this is precisely why jobs do not disappear.
A ridiculous situation where the majority have no choice but to go out into society and be active because of the greed of a very small number of people.
Contrary to the citizens’ unwavering expectations that prices would stabilize someday, prices have soared through the roof.
It is only natural that we will reach a point where basic income disappears with just the three major fees.
As discontent grew over the system becoming ineffective, the megacorporations in question issued statements.
[… … But if you receive welfare benefits, aren’t all public utility bills free except for living expenses? Change your thinking.]
As anachronistic remarks were made through official channels, public outrage grew louder and louder.
This was an opinion that only looked at the phenomenon and not the core. It is not the case that the rate will not go up just because it is positive.
The city government, which should be the final arbiter, is also just standing by and watching.
Everyone was struggling to make ends meet, but not a single person took responsibility.
It was a judgment made with the conviction that the citizens would do nothing, but that was an action that knew one thing but did not know the other.
Because citizens who could no longer bear it any longer took to self-help measures.
They raised public funds through crowdfunding to hire a problem solver who would represent their cause.
The number of people participating is in the millions.
The funds raised in this way amounted to 600 billion won.
A sum large enough to move a big shot in the underworld. In fact, three people risked their lives to participate in the private sanctions.
June 6, 2242.
Communications, medical, and electricity—the families of the three major megacorps were attacked, causing casualties of over 500 people. Although they were publicly announced as an unidentified group, there was no one who did not know their true identity.
It was a counter-example and a precedent that showed that even a cornered rat can bite a cat.
It was only after the city government, unable to stand by, intervened that sensible pricing was established.
Citizens who achieved their original goal put aside their anger and returned to their daily lives.
A bloody revenge that took place on June 6th, with 600 billion won at stake.
That was the whole story of the 666 incident.
―Up to this point, it seems like there is no connection between MTI and the Lucesia family, but there is an afterword.
What happened to the three contractors who infiltrated the dark secrets and divided up the huge sum of 600 billion won?
There was no need to go far.
Those three were the origin of the four major dark forces of today.
Ryungyoung,
Miyauchi-gumi,
And the Lucesia family.
‘So what do you mean?’
The Lucesia family was said to be the descendants of the one who killed the MTI’s relatives.
In a word, they are mortal enemies.
But how can those two get along well?
* * *
The night that came after the sunset.
[Did we get the prerequisites wrong?]
After hearing the interim report, Snow White voices her concerns through the device.
“Maybe so.”
It is not clear which force is targeting Baekdu, and it is only becoming more and more unclear.
“But it’s clear that the two are somehow connected. Judging by the way things are going, it seems like there’s someone involved.”
[Lee Lee Jae]
“Exactly as you said. There must be some force behind the scenes that is only interested in gaining something.”
That’s when Snow White sighed.
[It goes around and around and it all comes back to the starting point]
“Don’t be so discouraged. It’s getting more and more fun. What did you tell me to find out?”
[Speaking of the other candidates’ movements. They were already moving around in Mastop. It seemed like they had already chosen a fighter. Since they are such famous people, it wasn’t hard to track their movements.]
At the same time, information is transmitted to the device.
It’s one person’s history.
Gaon nodded his head after reading the endless text. Then, when he looked at the attached photo, he couldn’t help but be surprised.
It wasn’t because of the familiar appearance.
It overlapped exactly with the shadow projected beyond the hologram.
“I didn’t know I would show up.”
“Do you know me?”
“Of course.”
A height of over 2 meters. And muscles and tattoos that cover that huge canvas. There may be people who have never been impressed, but there is no one who has only been impressed once.
The name of the man who stole the walking tank is―
Carlos Martin Garcia.
Champion of the Rise.
UIFC, the second strongest player in Hall of Fame history.
.