"Three hundred million dollars!" Maria's jaw fell open. "Dude, why don't we just kill Wilbur and drive off with the stuff? Why are we giving it back to Fawkes?" Huck, Johnson, and the others smiled at those words. Huck said, "Maria, surely you know that there are rules we must follow in this line of work. Killing Wilbur and running away with the goods will only get us into huge trouble. But if we follow Fawkes' orders to kill Wilbur and return the items, he'll handle the whole thing and we'll get off scot-free." The buffest of the men, Henry, smirked at Maria. "That's right, Maria. The concept of mutual benefit can be found everywhere. For example, a man and a woman will love each other when they're together, but they won't be anything to each other once they're apart." "Idiot." Maria slapped Henry's chest, glaring at him playfully. Huck looked at her, whispering, "What's up, baby? Are you mad?" Huck looked up at Henry. "You're in charge this time, Henry. Once you kill Wilb
Johnson made a slashing gesture with one hand, which Huck chuckled at. Johnson had been working for Huck for five years now. After Huck saved Johnson's life, Johnson vowed to remain loyal to him for the rest of his life. It could be said that Johnson was Huck's right-hand man. Huck said, "Remember not to expose yourself, and don't do anything before you know what's going on for sure." "Of course, Mister Huck." Johnson turned and disappeared into the night as well, and Huck's gaze fell on the three members of the Scorpion Killers next to him. "Riley, Tom, Marshall? What do you guys think?" Riley shrugged. "It's your call, Mister Huck." Tom said, "I've never fully trusted Mike and Henry. If you want them gone, Mister Huck, now's your chance." Marshall chimed in, "Besides, we get more money with fewer people to split it with." Everyone exchanged knowing glances and smirked at each other. Throughout the past six months, Henry and Mike had not been fully loyal to the Scorpio
Johnson dragged Mike's body to a corner before disappearing into the night. He came out of Diseya, returning to where Huck was waiting for him with a smile. "Did you take care of it, Johnson?" Johnson shrugged. "It's a shame, really. I got there just in time to see Henry and Mike shoot each other at the same time. They're both dead now." Huck was furious. "So, these two idiots never respected me to begin with! They tried to take all the money for themselves seeing such a big opportunity but ended up dying at each other's hands. I guess that's a pretty decent ending." "You go, Marshall." "Yes, sir. I'll get it done this time." "Wait!" Johnson looked firmly at Marshall. "That Wilbur guy might have heard Mike and Henry's gunshots, and he might have realized that someone's trying to kill him. There's a possibility he's hidden himself, so it's not safe to go alone." Marshall groaned, "Those f*cking idiots!" Huck said, "All three of you go, then." "Alright!" Tom, Marshall
Wilbur raised Marshall above his head. "Tell me who sent you." Marshall widened his eyes in terror. "Y-You're a cultivator! How could this be?" Marshall seemed to be in disbelief at what was happening, but Wilbur was not trying to waste time here. He tightened his grip around Marshall's neck, whose breathing was cut off completely. "Mmmph—!" Marshall turned red in the face, flailing around as he tried to struggle out of Wilbur's grasp. Yet Wilbur's arm seemed to be clamped firmly around his neck like it was made of metal, and the blood in Marshall's body rushed to his face as the oxygen in his lungs drained. Wilbur saw that and knew it was about time. "Listen up. I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me who sent you. If you refuse to talk, I'll kill you immediately." He loosened his grip, and Marshall felt as though the bones in his body fell apart when he heaved for air. "S-Sir, p-please don't kill me! I'm just following F-Fawkes' orders. He's the one who wants you
Wilbur glanced at the bikes. "Are these yours?" "Y-Yes." Marshall looked up in a panic before saying, "No, wait! We came on five Harleys, but I only see four here. I think someone drove one of them off." Wilbur smiled. "I'm guessing there was an internal rift that went down, and one of your fellow Scorpion Killers killed Huck." Marshall paused, before saying, "There could only be one guy behind this, then! Johnson, the short one! Oh my god, he pledged his loyalty to Huck before! I can't believe he shot Huck and kidnapped Maria!" "Maria? Who's that?" "Huck's girl. She's a real fox. God, I'm going to kill Johnson when I find him." Wilbur said, "Surely there isn't the need for things to get this bad over one woman? Is there something you're not telling me?" Marshall blinked. "N-No, of course not! I've told you everything I know, Mister Penn. I can't believe that pervert Johnson got his hands on Maria. Let's go, Mister Penn. I'll take you to Monsato. I'll bring you to Fawke
Huck had used Maria to seduce Professor Dickens in the past. The two had an affair, which Huck had used as leverage against Dickens to create the Satan Robot. Professor Dickens knew that he had fallen for Huck's trap but could not deny his feelings for Maria, thus agreeing to the agreement. Dickens had thought that Huck would only pull such a trick on himself, only to find out that Huck had done the same to Johnson. Perhaps Huck thought that no man would be able to turn down a beautiful woman. Yet such a trick was as cruel as it was foolish. Huck thought that he had controlled these people, yet karma caught up to him in the end. Professor Dickens smiled and nodded. "Congratulations, Mister Johnson. The Satan Robot will be complete within another hour at most. There are only a few minor details I need to sort out." Johnson lit up at those words. "I'm truly blessed, aren't I? I've got everything I wanted in the end." Maria looked at him, her eyes reddened. "Congratulations, Joh
Within just ten minutes, groans and moans could be heard from the room. Professor Dickens shook his head, opening the motherboard of the Satan Robot to take out a piece of metal. He let out a sigh, then tossed it into the trash can. Many people have been researching robots for the longest time, and a lot of those projects were to develop killing machines. Professor Dickens knew that the biggest flaw of a killing robot was that its motherboard could not maintain a steady state. A real killing robot would be unleashing havoc in public against humanity, which would make it vulnerable to different attacks. The robot's exterior could block the attacks with special materials, but the massive vibrations that shook the motherboard would greatly affect its functions. Many killing robots tended to malfunction after taking a few attacks. If that happened, the robot would be as useful as a pile of scrap metal. Regardless of whatever special functions the robot had, it would be useless the
An hour later, Johnson emerged from the room in a shirt and boxers. "So, is it done?" "Yes, Mister Johnson. The Satan Robot's complete, feel free to test it out." "Right, I'll do just that." Johnson got on the control deck of the Satan Robot and stared at the panels in front of him excitedly. He then ran a few simple tests with the robot and finally lifted one of its arms to aim a sniper at Professor Dickens. Dickens widened his eyes in terror. "What are you doing, Mister Johnson?" "NO!" Maria let out a scream, but Johnson had shot Dickens. He emerged from the control deck, looking at Maria. "I don't mind that he was a scientist, but I do mind that he had gotten his hands on you before." … Over in Fawkes' manor, a Harley-Davidson pulled up to the entrance with Marshall and Wilbur on it. Wilbur got off the bike, and Marshall said, "May I leave now, sir?" "Yeah, you can get lost now." Wilbur did not bother giving Marshall a hard time, knowing that Marshall would nev