NOVEL NEXT Chapter 29: Part 28
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Slowly recovering, I got my body back in order and so I did every time after another fiasco. I should probably stop doing this, because I was getting tired of patching up my body like an old shirt every time. I won't always be able to drive, will I? One day I simply will not be able to get out of the situation and I'll just be swatted like a pesky bug. I can't be that weak, can I? Perhaps it's my opponents who are too strong? I suppose so. Then my weakness must be levelled. A weapon? Most likely. Various gadgets? Wouldn't hurt either.
It remains only to think intelligently about what I will need and to combine it all for everyday use, because who knows when and what may be needed? The meeting with the same Lizard showed that I am ungodly weak and I should not forget about improvements, but it's not enough, so from now on I will emphasise more than one thing, because otherwise such 'conservatism' can lead me to my grave. Creed showed that my knowledge and technique are not enough, and Lizard pointed out my physical weakness, and if he were a little faster, I might not have to eat lasagne today.
Finished with minimal recovery, I habitually packed up in a couple of minutes and discreetly left the house, after all why put it off when you can do it now? Quickly running to the reserve entrance to my 'basement', I immediately thought that now it is better to use the bike for greater mobility, otherwise it will take too much time to get there, even if before, I could easily get through the underground, now it is better not to risk it, because if this thing let me go once, it does not mean that it will want to let me go again.
Analysing the recent fight, I came to the idea that the Lizard did not want to kill me, or at least not yet, but now I doubt it. What makes you think that? It's so simple. And if he wanted to, this mutant could be many times more deadly, so why did he need me alive. Makes sense, doesn't it? But why is a different question. If you think back, we didn't really clash before, but something's changed, hasn't it?
What have I done? I've fought a lot of people, maimed a lot of people or even killed a lot of people, but our world is a cruel place, so it's survival of the fittest or more adaptable. What else happened? I cleaned out the pockets of the thieves who stole the gold from the international reserve or whatever that big thing is called? I also stole a walking tank or 'Rhinoceros' from the Russian brothers. However, now you'll have to prove that it's not mine. Maybe he'll take out a patent. Or would that be too much? I don't know.
Stop. I've slaughtered a couple, maybe a hundred other lizards as brutally as possible, haven't I? That sounds about right, but he still didn't want to kill me, even though he almost tore me apart. I also took their pills, which were meaningless to me, but maybe later I could get my interest from them and somehow strengthen myself without becoming a fucking lizard. What does this monster want with me, anyway? I mean, if it can create its own kind, why the fuck does it need anyone else? Is this another recruitment drive?
Sighing tiredly, I calmly put on my work overalls and started my computer. Now I need to do a little work and think about all the ways I can strengthen myself. First of all, I started researching Ozcorp's online shop for a compact yet extremely powerful weapon, and I opted for the Triple Action Thunder .50. This toy had a 12.7×99mm rifle calibre, and after the factory upgrade it also had an increased ammunition supply, so with such a pocket gun you can easily hunt the Lizard. Why did I choose Ozcorp? Extremely convenient drone delivery and the possibility of anonymous purchase via cryptocurrencies or other untraceable options. After all, the customer is always right, right? I love capitalism and its disregard for laws. With money you can buy almost anything, isn't it a fairy tale?
The next step was to buy light and extremely comfortable clothes made of para-aramid fibre, which is also used to make army body armour, Kevlar and many other interesting things to protect the fragile human body. Even if it's not perfect protection, but it'll do for the first time, I'm not going to wear rhinoceros armour all the time, am I? At least it's something. Then I bought a trial batch of miniature grenades with a fixation, if such a little thing gets on the body of the enemy, he will not be able to get rid of it, and the explosive power is enough to tear in half any soldier. Of course, I could think about a miniature grenade launcher, but I opted for grenades and greater mobility, because the free space will be very small.
Having finished the shopping list, and checked the orders, I started the rest of the 'equipment' as I had some machines for working with metals, I can well grind the necessary toys and myself. Having chosen the iron that I had left after repairing the armour, I started to create various deadly stuff, having checked the blanks for shitty balance or accuracy, I came to the idea that I should make a classic knife, even if not too big. After all, even if it does not kill the target, it can always blind the opponent, as practice has shown, sometimes it can also play to our advantage. I don't know how to use them at all, but I think I'll be able to do something due to the increased strength and 'natural' marksmanship.
Not forgetting about various medicine, I have collected a good kit, because what is the point of overloading regeneration, when you can weaken the effects with something else? Bandages, tourniquets and other pharma was successfully placed in a miniature first aid kit, and who knows when and who will need it? Also I did not forget about my bike, because it is also an important part of my life, so I ordered in the same Ozcorp one extremely curious shotgun on the bullpup system Kel-Tec KSG for fifteen shots was, of course, there was also a Turkish analogue, but I decided to be a little patriotic. After all, what difference does it make if all 'copies' are equal plus or minus? The main thing is not to get caught by the police, but with 'our' shotgun somehow calmer, especially knowing what zvizdezhetsya going on in the streets of the city, then the shotgun will not be superfluous.
Tracking my order through the app, I grinned at Ozcorp's speed, because all the goods could be picked up in about five minutes. The drone delivery was suddenly good, so could I pick it up right away? Quickly changing into clean clothes I put on my favourite headphones and started another playlist of epic music and saddled up my iron beast. After a couple of minutes of being at the right wasteland outside the city, I noticed the drone, and finding the parcel, I smugly hummed at the solid look of the army box.
Checking the delivery for various tracking equipment, or else, I nodded in satisfaction. So for Ozcorp reputation is not an empty sound, and it's not bad and it's to my advantage, because with such service you are always afraid that the feds will come and take you by the soft place, but who needs it, right? And here everything is in order, speed, damn fine service and extremely pleasant anonymity, I think I'm beginning to understand why we have so many villains in our country.
Smiling excitedly, I fixed the army box to the bike and still enjoying the music and intoxicating speed I set off to my lab. The light wind was pleasantly touching my skin, and the air lightness gave me the desired peace.
I checked my watch as soon as I got back to my lab. There was still time before school, so I could work a little more. As I slowly worked my way through the various mounts on my bike, trying not to upset the already precarious balance, I installed an inconspicuous case for the shotgun and its ammunition. Having instant access to a weapon always makes you feel a little more secure, especially in our city. I finished installing the mounts for the first aid kit, keeping a kind of balance and aesthetics of taste, I still achieved my goal and now the bike became a little more deadly and pleasing to my eye.
By adding some grenades to the shotgun ammo, I was satisfied. Perhaps someone will call me crazy to arrange such an explosive neighbourhood, but I was extremely calm, because the chance of detonation of these babies was minimal, and only after activation. But if my steel beast was hit, it could be a dababoom. I'm not going to ride it on 'active missions' just everyday tasks and nothing more, but if something starts in the city, then it's better to be fully armed. Otherwise, there will be a wave of looting or some unrest among the 'multi-coloured' lizards, and you have nothing to answer with. There is, of course, the risk of running into the police, but here the main thing is not to get caught and not get in their sight, because I know one biker club that quietly transported weapons and all sorts of dope across the country. True, the final was still not very good, but that's not the main thing, because the important thing is the fact that it is possible.
After I finished with the bike, I started the rest of the 'toys', immediately tried on a new set of protective clothing and appreciated that it stretched well, I grinned and took in my hands not too comfortable gun. However, with my strength the recoil of this 'baby' should not be too critical, and the high calibre more than compensates for all the shortcomings, it should easily penetrate light armoured vehicles, shoot down drones, and in general the thing is extremely useful, especially when hunting a thick-skinned beast.
I quickly put on a compact unloader over my protective clothing and deftly spread my knives on it, I checked everything for comfort and noise. Next was a comfortable backpack with a couple of secret compartments, and all the other items of my equipment were placed in them, because it is very shortsighted to shine a firearm in the school. I hope that by that time I will be stronger or I will be paranoid enough to carry so many weapons with me? Anyway, what would you do after meeting a huge reptile that almost ripped your arm off? So let's assume that I'm just stressed, and all this is just a defence reaction to such a harsh world.
Taking one of the pomegranates, I checked my watch again. Time was running out, and I'd be late. Quickly changing into clean clothes and automatically throwing a grenade into my pocket, I saddled my trusty 'horse' again, and hurried to the study.