Chapter 169: the weapons specialists town

In a brightly lit and well-furnished sitting room, Emily sat on one of the chairs, discussing leisurely with her friend. Today, she got dressed again in her red and black adventure-like outfit.

Not long after, they ended their discussion before going out together. This time, Clark got dressed in a combat vest also, with a pair of black designers unaffiliated military trousers to complement it.

After entering the car, they quickly drove out in the direction of the weapons specialist’s town.

In this part of the Landmark kingdom, the weapons specialist’s town is a town that was established only for those selling and dealing in machinery-related jobs and occupations. It was a haven for machines.

It was where most of the people specializing in anything related to machines and technology are found.

This was where Monkey hands recommended Clark to go, to get his mask scanned to know its exact value.

As the town was not far from the location where they booked their hotel, they got there in less than 15 minutes.

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The special weapons specialist’s town looked unique like a completely new realm to both soldiers. This was the strange feeling that they felt on entering it.

A large signboard announcing their arrival to the town greeted their sights as their car slowly drove in. They were asked to park the car at a designated place, which they did as cars were not allowed into the town rampantly.

The main road leading across the town was roughly made and designed with mechanical structures in a way to deter normal cars from scaling through it. Only individuals could freely walk through it.

From the little that they could see, it seemed like all the houses were built identically. The town was a tower of refuge for all machine maniacs.

Machinery greeted their sights on every side. Specialists worked on machines, exotic weapons, gadgets, and armors, making the place seem extremely boisterous.

It was not without customers though, as people like them flocked into the shops to get their desired products or repair their gadgets.

After admiring this unique environment to their fill, they finally located one of the biggest shops in the town. They knew this from asking around, and confirmed it from seeing its enormous size, compared to the other shops.

On entering the shop, a strange sense of relief suddenly moved through them. Unlike the other shops, this one was less crowded due to its enormous size and population control measures.

Inside it was just like a large shopping mall, but a significantly more technologically developed one.

Exhibitions of different machines and even some that were exclusively made by the shop’s mechanics were displayed on grand and luxurious elevated stands.

Unlike the other shops, only the cashiers and selling personnel were in the large shopping hall. The mechanics who were responsible for the dirty works had their personal workshops inside the building to work in.

Clark led Emily, as they joined the line of customers who needed technical services.

5 minutes later, they finally met the female worker who was responsible for showing customers to the various workshops, according to their background and the nature of the work they wanted to get done.

After Clark explained his purpose of coming to her, she did not waste time. She printed a customer’s slip for him, before directing him to a workshop where most of the customers were going.

Seeing this, he immediately knew that the workshop he was being directed to was probably anchored by a not too competent head mechanic.

He sighed, before deciding to try his luck. Despite his position as a soldier, he could not do much, this was not his country. Only mechanics were respected in this town.

“Umm…, please, I’m an acquaintance of Monkey hands”. He finally muttered to her, as he saw that her expression was already getting irritated from impatience.

Hearing this, it seemed like a fuse was switched off in the girl’s head, as she suddenly froze, looking at him incredulously.

“You know the mechanic, Monkey hands? Where is he now?” She asked in a surprised tone, before quickly correcting herself as she saw the curious looks being directed at her from the other customers.

Seeing this, Clark was shocked by the swift mood swing. He got confidence from this though, before showing the Monkey hands work card to her.

This completely silenced her. She apologized before directing him to a workshop where no other customer has been directed to before, earning slightly disgruntled murmurs from the other customers.

Clark smiled on seeing this, as he turned to lead Emily away. He could not help but wonder what the real identity of the mysterious Monkey hands really was.

Click!! After knocking a bit but not getting any reply, he finally opened the door to the workshop slowly, causing it to make a slight creak sound.

His eyes twitched a bit on hearing the creaking sound made by the door. “Really?? A door leading to a mechanic’s workshop in this era is making creaking sounds. Did I make a mistake on coming here?”

He could not help but question doubtfully while muttering slight curse words, as the interior of the workshop finally opened to him. Emily kept silent throughout his internal cursing session.

It seemed that their coming poked a hornet’s nest, as the 6 mechanics working in the large workshop suddenly paused on hearing the door’s creak noise.

The old man, who seemed like the leader developed a gloomy face immediately, making it seem like thunders would strike in respect to his tyrannical frowning expression.

“Who the hell is disturbing me when I’m working? Are you nuts?” His loud but tweaky voice like that of a rat’s echoed across the workshop.

After asking in an angry tone, he finally turned to face these intruders.

Despite his weird tone of voice, Clark and Emily did not pay attention to him nor his question as they stared blankly into space, at the object that this man was leading the 5 obvious apprentice mechanics on assembling.

“This man can make cars? And not ordinary cars, exotic cars”. Clark was completely shocked, his gaze remained fixed on the hovering form of the car before him.

Already leading projects that involved actively making cars, meant that this person before him was an extremely talented mechanic who knew his job, or he was already an old nut-job that sustained his life through life-sustaining medications.

The old man was also shocked on seeing that the intruders were not other mechanics or apprentices like he thought. He quickly thought up countermeasures to counter the curse that he just threw out.

Despite him being the most skilled mechanic in the whole shop, he would still face punishment if he insulted customers willfully.

“Oh, it’s another good-natured customer; welcome friends. Which big background are you from? I know that ordinary folks cannot come into my workshop, who’s the bigshot?”

He quickly countered his curse by shamelessly praising the people he just cursed, while hyping their background to please them.

This was a tactic that he was extremely familiar with. Forget that you just cursed them, praise the spoilt brats to raise their ego, and they never fail to go over the moon.

Hearing this, the 5 mechanic apprentices sighed like they expected this. “Shameless, utterly shameless”.

Clark’s focus was finally drawn back by this, as despite his effort, his eyes could not help but twitch fiercely.

Despite the obvious reaction from the 2 customers, the old man was unfazed as he kept the constant praising and complimenting smile on his face.

Seeing this, Clark quickly adapted to calm himself, before replying cautiously.

“Umm, I know Monkey hands”. He used this trump card again, as he could not think of anything else he had that could possibly capture this shameless old man’s attention.

In the end, he was right. The name Monkey hands played the trick again, making him wonder about his real identity again.

“What…? You said Monkey hands? Where is he? F**k, that bastard stole my nuclear reactor before disappearing”. The old man quickly erupted on hearing the name.

After finishing with his tantrum, he finally calmed down to look more clearly at these 2 customers.

“Umm, he is currently in the Spartan republic. Are you familiar with him? Do you know his background?” Clark finally found relief to answer the question that he found simple while asking his own in turn.

“Oh, I see”.

“He fled to the Spartan republic because he knew I can’t come there to find him. Good one, bastard”. The old man cursed again with an irritated look now on his face.

“Did you have any problems with the Spartan republic?” Clark sharply asked again, as his expression secretly became serious.

“No, forget that, I just stole an energy converter from one of their lead mechanics.” The old man muttered, prompting a nostalgic victorious grin to emerge on his wrinkled face.

“Sir, you stole an energy converter? But you have dozens here in the workshop”. One of the apprentice mechanics finally asked cautiously.

“Haha, you kids are still too young. You don’t know the happy feeling of stealing something from your colleague, then successfully making him angry and irritated. I loved the feeling back then man”.

“…”

Hearing this, Clark was once again left speechless.

“Ok, kid, forget about that Monkey bastard. What brought you here?” The old man finally asked again after leaving his grinning mood, prompting his professional attitude to come back again.

Clark could not understand the man’s thought process at all. He acknowledged him though, as he quickly brought the mask and explained his query.

“Oh, just that?” The old man asked while taking the mask from him, before activating 2 machines immediately.

In less than 5 minutes, he finished his work immediately before standing up with a surprised expression on his face. With his superior machines, cracking the protection security code of the mask was just child’s play to him.

“Kid, you got some nice goodies here. Where did you get this?” He asked in a surprised and suspicious tone, as his eyes scrutinized this young man and woman again.

After he was told what the mask was, Clark was equally shocked speechless. He really struck gold this time.

The mysterious mask was a face-shapeshifting and disguise mask. What shocked him, was that this small gadget was made according to the standards of the big 5.

According to the old man, he was able to scan, detect, and crack the security code only because it was just a small mask.

When worn on, the mask could disguise the face of the owner into any one of its 100 configured installed faces. It could also scan other's faces, imitate, and disguise the user like the person scanned with an 80% similarity.

Clark was genuinely surprised and happy; this was godly equipment to mercenaries and people who intended to take the assassin route.

Though he did not have an immediate use for it now, it would surely come in handy later on in his life.

He thanked the old man repeatedly for his work, before asking him for the prize he had to pay for the service. The old man just shrugged it off, shamelessly giving a nonsensical excuse that it was because he was still angry at Monkey hands.

Though Clark was left speechless again, he was happy as he didn’t have to spend his money. He thanked the old man, before going out of the workshop.

After going outside the large shop, they quickly located their car before driving out of the machine town.

They finally fulfilled all their reasons for coming to the Landmark kingdom, but they were not going back now. Clark wanted to escort Emily to take on her first mission as a mercenary.

Through it, he could learn how the business worked, and determine its risk factor. He could also save her if the risk turned out to be too much with his strength.

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