Chapter 46: [Gaiden] The Spice Merchants Of Area 43

Chapter 46: [Gaiden] The Spice Merchants Of Area 43

Spoiler Alert! Deals with the story after Chapter 38 Eyelids(11).

Area 43.

Of the regions that the Gedroits Company divided into Areas, this was the one labeled 43.

In this dusty and harsh land that was like any other part of the Wasteland, there were two merchants who were dealing with some unique products.

Bang!

See? Its useful to some extent. Its still usable, isnt it?

Hmmm

HAHHHH Herr Gott, bitte vergeb mir, dass ich den Dreck gesehen habe. (Oh lord, please forgive me for seeing this disgusting thing.)

It was Ian, who was nicknamed Metal Jaw because of his steel chin.

Ian was looking at the bizarre bundle of metal in the hand of his new friend who started living with him a few days ago, which he called a pistol. Seeing the eyes of his comrade gleaming with expectancy made him lose some brain cells.

See? See my ass. You cant call it shooting if you bring the target 5 meters in front of you. Thats just hitting them with the barrel of the gun.

After completely smoking his handmade cigarette in one breath, Ian pulled out another one from his pocket, reached in to take out another one, and held both to his mouth.

Like the fire coming up from his cigarette, a small fire within Ian was filled with the determination to persuade this stubborn fool.

Oi, Vex. Dont you even feel guilty calling that trash a gun?

Aghh! Dont say that! This is my precious gun! This actually saved my life multiple times in Area 45, yknow!

Vex, the smaller man who was standing across from him holding the crude gun, viciously argued against his new roommate.

Of course, in the small corner of his brain, his logical side reminded him, But you almost died a lot more times because it misfired, but he completely ignored it. He had the tendency to obsess over trivial matters, and even now, when the cause of why he did so was resolved, that habit did not go away.

He did follow Ian to this makeshift shooting range because Ian suggested that he replenish his firearms, but now that he was actually about to discard it, he couldnt bear to throw away his handmade pistol, hence the current argument.

Ian took a deep breath, cigarettes still in his mouth. The thought that he just might smoke all of the cigarettes in one sitting passed through his mind.

Now, Vex. Listen to me carefully. A gun is a weapon that uses the power of gunpowder to shoot out a bullet from the barrel. When you pull the trigger, the enemy in front of a gun gets a hole shot through their body. Right?

As Vex nodded and held up his gun, the veins in Ians forehead popped out even further.

And an object that uses the gunpowder explosion activated by any sort of trigger. We people decided to call that a bomb. Huh? You hear?! A bomb! As a person specialized in both guns and bombs, the weird piece of scrap youre holding there is a bomb, not a gun, you idiot!

As Ian aggressively accused his precious gun without any filters, Vex also shot back in anger.

Dont call me an idiot! I reinforced it so it wont explode.

Reinforcement, my ass! Layering a bunch of pipes on the barrel that can barely fit a 5.56 mm and making the caliber 6 cm isnt called reinforcement! Youre rich! Just buy a new one!

You said you treat your weapons like your wife! I went through years of ups and downs in the Wasteland with this thing! I wont throw it away!

Snap!

At that moment, Ians last bit of patience exploded into dust. He dares compare his scrawny piece of scrap with his precious wife, M30?

Shut up! What you have in your hand is a masturbation kit. You cant dare call it your wife!!!!

Crash!

The now furious Ian charged towards Vex, and Vex quickly ran away from Ians barrage of attacks, his precious gun still in hand.

The neon sign for Wastelands firearms and other explosives shop, [SPICY LIFE], blinked dimly through the several layers of sand covering it. With the normal daily sounds of gunshots and chaos, it was another peaceful day in Area 43.

Lets ask Gyosu.

Hm? Gyosu?

Those were the words that left Vexs mouth after running around Ians shelter, which was a bowling alley before the Great Destruction.

Yeah, Gyosu. He is the sanest one out of the three of us. Honestly.

Hm. Thats true.

Ian thought back to the flashy events that happened a few days ago. Logical judgment. Alertness that analyzes the situation in mere seconds and the boldness of carrying out a plan without hesitation. His opinion would definitely have credibility.

And above all, that shortie actually listens to that guy.

If it were Gyosus opinion, he would be able to persuade that stubborn tin can head.

Ian was almost ashamed of himself for not thinking of this sooner.

R.ight. Is it true that this one doesnt have much firepower? Can you recommend one? A gun?

The two people who witnessed the hard life of Gyosu seemed to have had a new realization. The fact that, because two of the three of them had serious mental problems, the final one had to give it his all.

Of course, Gyosu did not know that he was the subject of such a ridiculous misunderstanding.

Vex was loading the merchandise of the day onto the buggy inside Ians base. Ian definitely seemed to be one of the richest solo survivors in the Wasteland. Other people didnt even have a single vehicle, and it took an entire day to travel to another area. But this crazy explosion addict had a big armored truck with a Raptor symbol on it, the buggy they usually used, and now an antique item called the Hummer.

Looking at the bullet marks left on the Hummers blue body reminded him of that day once more.

Hepburn.. Youre doing okay, right?

He couldnt get the bizarre scene he saw on the stream out of his mind. He knew the man would work hard wherever he went, but he didnt know he would work hard like that.

It must be because of the debt he talked about. It had to be.

Hm. I should lend him some money.

After filling up the back of the buggy to the brim with boxes that had guns and bullets in them, he had a thought.

It might actually be better this way. If Gyosu couldnt manage to pay off his debt and went bankrupt, then the only people he could seek help from were Metal Jaw and himself.

If Gyosu joins us, we can sell the key and use that money to buy a nice, sturdy generator. And we have three cars, so we can each drive one around the Wasteland, and find a nice building to live in. Then we need to buy a shield, a protection field, and an underground water pump.

We need to earn a lot of money.

Oh, shortie, you look pumped up. Thats a good mindset!

At some point, a fully armed Ian joined him and started checking the items on the buggy.

Two AKs, eight apples, and ten bundles of industrial-grade dynamite. Wow. Vex, you bastard, youre not bad at organizing. I dont even need to check it anymore. Its even organized top to bottom in A to Z order.

After Ian checked the load, which could even be called precise due to its neat organization, he took a pitch-black gun out of the bag on his back and threw it to Vex.

Kachink!

Whoahh! What is this?

What do you mean what? You asked me to recommend you a gun.

Vex looked at the heavy firearm with suspicious eyes. He was an experienced survivor of the Wasteland, but Vex was a scavenger who usually did not come across usable firearms. But the gun he was just given was so famous that even he knew what it was.

USAS-12?

Keheheheh. Isnt it a darling? Its incomparable to that piece of scrap you have.

Yeah, its a nice gun and all, but I

When Ian said he would find Vex a gun, he told him exactly what type of gun he wanted. Since he wasnt the main firepower in a battle, he wanted a light, easy-to-maneuver, and, if possible, a good one-shot type weapon. He didnt exactly say the names because he didnt want to burden Metal Jaw, but what he was expecting was a small submachine gun like a scorpion or uzi.

But what he actually received was a huge revolver shotgun with a large butt and a barrel that stretched out like a broadsword beneath the scope, not to mention that it used a drum magazine.

Did you even hear what I asked for?

Hm? Didnt you want something easy-to-maneuver with good, instant firepower? This is a USAS. Universal Sports Automatic Shotgun. Its sporty, aint it? And its easy to carry around.

Universal sports, my ass! It should stand for Ultra Savage Auto Shotgun! What kind of crazy sport even needs a gun that shoots out 360 12-gauge shotgun rounds per minute?!

Hey~ try it, try it! Dont be so harsh like that. Try it out first! If you shoulder it and start shooting, the recoil will make your heart flutter. You wont even need separate CPR if your heart stops working.

%$#@&^^?{&**%^!!!

It was his fault. Asking a madman who loved firepower to choose his gun.

Just give me a

Were late. If we stay here for even five more minutes, well be late for the trade.

He lost. Ian had already calculated the time when he brought out that gun with him.

Ughhhhh. I want to see Hepburn.

Its okay, buddy. Its hard at first, but youll get used to it in no time!

Ian started the buggy with a depressed Vex in the passenger seat next to him.

Now then, lets start todays business, shall we?

Vrrrrraaaoooom!

The garage door opened, and the buggy that was customized to Ians tastes roared out onto the Wasteland dunes. The scratchy and sandy winds of the Wasteland greeted the pair, who were still bickering in the car.