Ch: 34 [Rotten World]

Ch: 34 [Rotten World]

"Hey, what a coincidence?" I said after seeing the face of the cabbie. He is the one who dropped me off at the music festival, and he is here again to pick me up. I don't know how the cab booking system works. Well, what a coincidence, right? Maybe he was in the nearest one in the area.

"Haha! Indeed," replied the cab driver with a little chuckle, "Where to, sir?"

"Broker's Junkyard," I said.

...

[Location: Broker's Junkyard]

So, this is the place from where money will flow into my accounts. Impressive. Just how big is this place?

Tall chain link fencing topped with barbed wire to prevent theft. I can see some electric wiring on the fence with warning boards screwed to the poles supporting the fence.

An attendant is sitting inside a small counter at the entrance. As I was about to go to the counter, I noticed four muscular guards smoking and chatting outside the fence on my left. They were armed with automatic rifles, and electric batons were dangling on their waist belt.

Patrol guards, I guess. But guns... Humm. I wonder what kind of shit is there that needs guns to protect? Well, I will find out soon enough.

The area was too dusty. The road was filled with tire marks. Scavenged tires and rims are stacked on tiered racks inside the fence, preventing outsiders from seeing what's inside.

I walked over to the counter.

The man sitting at the counter has grey and white hair on his head, and his face has a tired expression. Humm... I guess his age is around 50 or so. I can see black bags under his eyes. This man must have worked overnight. I can tell from his patched-up shabby clothes that he is someone in need of money.

Before I could introduce myself, he rushed out of the counter to greet me. His name is Ben Parker, and he is also the chief electrician of that place. He knew who I was. I guess S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or the previous owner informed the staff and workers about me, the new owner.

"Bring me a map of this place and ask someone to show me around," I said. It's time to see what valuables those idiots threw away. One man's trash is going to be my treasure...

Ben called the general manager...

...

Omg! Is she the general manager? A girl in a black suit is walking toward me. Her deep brown iris is complemented by her brown hair fluttering around her shoulders. She is a beauty, alright. There is no doubt about that.

Damn! Her suit is too tight... She got some nice boobs, and the way she walks, I want to look at her from behind.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Alex. My name is Nyssa, general manager of Broker's Junkyard, and I will be your guide today," She extended her hand toward me, and I shook her hand. Humm.

Is she really the general manager? I mean... Her grip is kinda and strong, and I can feel the light rigidness of her palm. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a boxer or MMA fighter. Maybe she is also working like Ben Parker for some extra cash.

"Nice to meet you, Nyssa..."

So, I followed Nyssa as she started to show me around.

There were rows of broken-down vehicles with dirty windows and raised hoods. Wires and hoses are bleeding out of the engines.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

Cars, trucks, buses, taxis, motor homes, and other vehicles with numbers spray painted on their sides were stacked up accordingly to their values. The grounds are littered with loose screws, sparkplugs, and broken plastic and metal pieces. It's all that you typically see in a Junkyard.

I came across stacks of doors missing handles, dented doors that won't close, and shattered windshields. Then in another section on my left, some cars were stripped of their interior parts like seats, steering wheels, dashboards, etc.

"Check your phones," I yelled with a smile.

Their grim expression changed... Tears... Tears of happiness dripped from their eyes as they slumped on the dusty ground, thanking me. From my point of view, they looked so exhausted. But it feels good, you know. To do something good, no matter how small it is...

I am never gonna make the same mistake again as I did when I won the jackpots. Never again... Those who work under me will get a share of the profit with their usual wages.

"You did that so easily... That much money, why?" Nyssa asked with a curious expression.

"Well, do I need a reason to do some good in this rotten world where there are already too many tragedies?" I replied with a smile.

...

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[3rd person POV] [Location: Unknown]

A cab driver parked his cab in an isolated corner. He took his phone and dialed a number.

<Is he worthy of my daughter?>

"More than worthy..." replied the cab driver. His eyes were glowing with a green hue.

[Booom!!!] A masked woman in a black dress fell from the sky on top of the cab. Surprisingly, her impact didn't even dent the car. She summoned a giant sword out of nowhere and split open the top of the car.

"You... How?! Kuggg!!!"

The woman in black plunged her sword into his head, splattering his brain, skull, and blood all over. Then she took the phone from the cab driver's hand.

"If you dare to hurt my son, I will destroy the league in a blink. This is not a warning but an ultimatum," The woman swang her sword on the phone.

[Otherside of the phone]

"Kuggg!" A man was sitting in a dark room. Blood is gushing out from his right ear. Beside him is lying his severed ear, "Fascinating... I can't remember the last time I felt pain..."

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