Chapter 167: the armys weapon specialist monkey hands

After Clark broke the training records for 2nd rank high-grade soldiers and displayed his strength in public, all the challengers who wanted to use him to take a fast climb to fame cowered back.

He succeeded in using Corporal Davis as his stepping stone to cement his position in the army.

Though the result of the duel drew a lot of attention, it did not affect the important things as the Spartan army continued operation like usual.

To the big shots in the army, he was still just a sprouting sapling. They would pay more attention to him when he finally grew to the required level where he would be free as an eagle.

He did not care about the opinion of others though, as he got the result that he wanted. He scared the hungry challengers away and got a sizable sum of 500,000 military contribution points from the records that he broke.

These military contribution points equal 600,000 Spartan credits when converted. With these, what else did he want? He was satisfied.

It was already a week since he fought the duel. During this time, he was able to settle all the miscellaneous tasks bugging him that were related to his promotion and integration into the army.

All the paperwork, backups, and follow-up data were finally finalized and stored.

Today, he finally decided to go visit his military regiment again after the first visit which was a week ago. As the leader of the military regiment, he had to check up on them to know how they fared.

As he was already used to this during his stay in the Python military division, he did not find it difficult. Though a military regiment was far larger than a division squad, the same rules applied to leading them.

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5 minutes later, he finally arrived at the big apartment made for the Night owl military regiment. The soldiers were all waiting outside, as they already knew that he was coming.

On seeing his familiar exotic car, they stood straighter at attention. He quickly came out of the car, before going to meet the soldiers.

Today, he was dressed in a black suit complimented by a turquoise blue tie. He finally decided to start keeping his hair after coming back, so they already grew a bit after the few weeks since his return.

They fluttered like tree leaves under the influence of the sea breeze, making him look like the legendary footballer, Ronaldinho.

The soldiers quickly saluted, before greeting him, following the lead of their second in command. Clark smiled on seeing this, he greeted back before finally speaking out.

“Hey guys, how’s your day? Madara, you look smart on your uniform today”. Questions and compliments flew out of his mouth simultaneously like a machine gun, bringing slight smiles to the faces of the soldiers.

After asking them about their day, he singled his second in command out to compliment him.

Unlike most leaders of military regiments, he was far more casual with his soldiers. His second in command and most of the soldiers in the military regiment were far older than he was, so he tried to accommodate them all.

Unlike his days when he was a squad leader, as a leader of a military regiment, he was not obligated to follow his soldiers to their checkpoint.

There were five 2nd rank high-grade soldiers in the military regiment, so his presence was not really required to solve their problems. His second in command, Madara, was even a senior 2nd rank high-grade soldier.

Unlike in most military divisions, the military regiments of the Spartan army all have their unique uniforms, though the color is always golden to indicate their allegiance and connection to the Spartan army.

The uniform of the Night owl military regiment was bright gold-colored, with a large drawing of a night owl at the front.

Their shoes were all black, with golden soles to complement the uniform. Seeing so many soldiers on such uniforms standing together, made it seem like a gathering of angelic soldiers from heaven.

Clark did not spend too much time with the soldiers, as they still had to go to their checkpoint that morning and he also had other things to do.

He just inquired if there was any problem that they could not solve, if they needed anything from him or the army and if there was any new mission that was assigned to them by the army.

After doing this, he also spent a little time discussing with the other four 2nd rank high-grade soldiers, while also complimenting them for their hard work.

He also spoke a little with the outstanding soldiers among the 1st rank high-grade soldiers, to encourage them and show that he cared about their battle achievements.

After doing all these, he finally ended his visit and allowed them to go. He released a breath of cold air, as he went through his actions for the last few minutes again.

He nodded after confirming that he did a good job. Being a leader of a military regiment made him freer to do other things, but it also required effort on his part as it was not easy to lead so many soldiers.

He smiled as he quickly gave a command through his implant. His car drove to where he stood, prompting him to enter without hesitation. He was finally going to get his new spear and exotic armor today.

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It took him less than 3 minutes before he arrived at the large workshop of the army’s head weapons specialist.

The large workshop towered above the sky while spreading widely like an inflated balloon. He did not stand to admire the sight, as he quickly traced his footsteps into the machinery-filled building.

The mechanics working diligently stopped their work after noticing his arrival, as they greeted him respectfully.

The boys had admiration and worship in their eyes, while the girls had inexplainable emotions in their eyes. Clark simply revealed his newly learned trademark smile at them to acknowledge them, before going in.

Inside the workshop looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, as mechanical tools and machines were used to transfer and work on different projects of the army.

He was not distracted by the sight, as he quickly located the personal workspace of Monkey hands. That was the nickname of the old weapons specialist.

Less than 5 people knew his real name in the military base, as his identity was confidential secret. Despite this, every soldier in the army knew him as his ability was the real deal.

“Yo, Monkey hands, how’s my stuff?” Clark quickly threw out a greeting at the focused mechanic, pulling him out of his passionate state.

“Ahhh…, I said it. Who else would disrupt me like that but Major Clark? I already told you that they are ready, so why asking again?” The old man sighed in resignation, before answering meekly.

“Thanks, I know you always treat me right. I’m expecting some badass equipment there”. Clark replied with a wide smile, as he arrived at the old man’s side and patted him softly on the back.

His hand was not able to establish contact, as a small energy shield repelled it away. He did not mind though, he only chuckled on seeing this.

“Humph…, I already told you that I won’t allow you to pat me again. Do you think I wouldn’t implement measures against it? I’m a mechanic, remember”. The old man snorted, before firing at the young Major.

“I know…, I know, you’re a mechanic. How many times would you repeat it?” Clark laughed a little while raising his hands to show his submission.

“Aha, before I forget. How’s the mask I gave you? Were you able to crack its secrets?” He suddenly asked after recalling, as his hands scooped his newly made armor and spear up, keeping them fluidly in his military bag.

“Oh, that stuff. I was not able to break its security measures completely, but I found that it’s a mask”. Monkey hands replied, after thinking for a second.

On hearing this, Clark was speechless. “Who doesn’t know that it’s a mask? I want to know what it is used for”.

“That, I don’t have the required tools and mechanical scanning devices to probe deeper. I heard that you want to go to the Landmark kingdom, you can find people who will crack the security measures for you there”.

“When you reach there, you can just call my name. They’ll probably give you a discount for cracking it, you know I’m fairly well known outside the republic”. The old man added with a smug smile.

“Oh, ok, thank you”. Clark didn’t want to bust the old man’s bubble, not that he could though, as he also knew how influential Monkey hands was.

He thanked him again, picked up the mask, before going back outside.

On arriving outside, 5 cars were packed close to his car, with about a dozen soldiers standing close to them. His 15 followers greeted him as soon as they saw his figure.

He greeted them back before entering his car, prompting them to also enter theirs. He called for them some minutes ago as he was going to his home city from here, Vatican City.

Today was the day that he promised to take Emily out, for her to register as a mercenary. He also wanted to become one, so he had more of a reason to go.

He took his followers along because his planned inauguration ceremony as the leader of Vatican City was scheduled to be in a month.

His followers had to be there to regulate and organize things on his behalf, as the ceremony was going to be a big one.

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