I Am No King's

Chapter 57 – Factory

~Lacuna POV~

　

The sky changed color. People have come home from work, gone home from work. On the other hand, the intensity of the work of people like us is increasing.

　

Blonde and I were sitting on the roof of the building. We both used gun binoculars to pay attention to the source of the control gun's dart. I used the same 8.58 mm Lupus magnum sniper rifle as yesterday. Blondes only used regular military rifles with a caliber of 7.62 mm.

　

The production of control dart guns is carried out in a residential area. From the outside it is not visible, but, from the information that Blonde has, the entire residential area is one factory. One house for a tool, one house b tool, one house for assembly, and so on.

　

Last afternoon, we passed through the housing complex several times. During the day, people pass by in housing not too much, rarely. However, as the night began to creep, the frequency of people passing by increased drastically.

　

Our clothes, blonde and I, just like when we first met, were in that basement. I'm wearing cargo pants, t-shirts, shirts, jackets. The point is, clothes are multi-layered. Blond wearing a white singlet, a green mini skirt with semi-transparent stockings wrapped around, and a winter robe.

　

While observing, we ate a snack and downed on some of the beers we bought at the convenience store before coming here. We both turned out to be alcohol resistant.

　

"You look more excited when you hear about this factory than when you got a job. Lest this factory is the real reason you take this job?"

　

"Hahaha, of course not. It just so happens that this factory is on this mission."

　

But, it's true. Though this factory, the control weapons factory, is a side goal, somehow I feel more excited when observing this factory than the Ibrahim family officials yesterday. Maybe because it's new? Yeah, possibly.

　

"But, Blonde," I opened my mouth. "The scale of production is quite large, yes. If you look at the scale, how likely are all members of the Ibrahim Family to have the dart gun?"

　

"Very big, in fact," Blonde added. "There's a chance they're already at the bullet production level."

　

"Busting bullets? If so, the Ibrahim Family is only a matter of time before it becomes the largest organization in the country."

　

"On the other hand, there's also the possibility of a way to get the weapon to leak, get it to spread on the black market."

　

If that happens, I doubt the effects will only happen within this country. In a short time, the bullet would definitely spread abroad. Then, it's just a matter of time before the bullet leaves the black market, surfacing.

　

"But, the possibility of the bullet coming out of the organization is still not apparent." I give an opinion. "Maybe in the future, but still a long way off. If they had succeeded enough, it must have started to spread, test the waves. But, until now, it was still on the level of rumors. In other words, its use is still in the inner environment."

　

"Ah, details?" Blond asked for a fuller explanation.

　

"There is a possibility that the goods have not been spread because there has been no leakage, because of the integrity and loyalty of members. However, there is another possibility why the weapon has not been leaked, which is not feasible circulating. From the information that was circulating, and that from us, the weapon only eliminated control for a moment.

　

"Well, how long does this mean? Is it a few minutes? Or seconds? Or just eliminate the ability right then and there? Details are unknown. And, perhaps, there are other limitations that we don't know about."

　

Blond was silent for a moment, not responding. I turned my head for a moment, taking my eyes off the rifle binoculars. He also took his eyes off the rifle binoculars, holding his chin.

　

"It could be, too" Blonde agreed.

　

Apparently, Blondies haven't paid enough attention to these kinds of things. His attention is still too focused on human-to-human, social relations. However, sometimes, you forget there are things outside of social that interfere with everything, such as technical things.

　

But of course, it's all just a possibility. We both don't know the truth.

　

　

"Yes?"

　

Our views both returned to the binoculars.

　

"How did you find this factory so quickly when we just got this job the day after tomorrow."

　

"Ah, that," Blonde responded lightly. "That's because I've paid a long time attention to Ibrahim's family. Consider it a personal reason."

　

"Oh."

　

When he said personal reasons, it was natural to stop asking. In the mercenary world, there were hundreds or even thousands of people. And, one of the unwritten rules that we cling to is not to ask about another mercenary's past unless the person is willing to tell the story himself.

　

When your opponent says "personal reasons" or "old injuries" or something similar, it's time to stop asking.

　

On the other hand, we still continue to pay attention to the houses that become small factories. For people who don't know, they think mercenary work is always full of excitement and thrills. Unfortunately, this is not so often.

　

Normally, before an attacker, we have to gather as much information as possible by making observations, as we do now. It could be hours, or even days. In fact, we've forgotten how long we've been sitting here, with our eyes fixed on the rifle binoculars. There are already a lot of beer cans and food packaging scattered.

　

This kind of reconnaissance sometimes made me think of Ukin who had absolutely no liking this part of the job as a Mercenary. At first, Ukin was sometimes willing to make observations. Unfortunately, getting back, Ukin did not want to. The ends of the observation tasks were rotated between me, Mulisu, and Lugalgin.

　

"Eh? Is that Red?"

　

Seriate

　

　

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This chapter is one of 6 chapters uploaded simultaneously (53-58)

　

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