I Have Something That Your Boss Wants

Elrond pushed the shotgun away from his forehead.

He said without the slightest hint of fear, "I'm looking for Fat Cat."

"What? You're looking for your cat? Kid, you've come to the wrong place. A frail guy like you should stay at home. Our place here is very dangerous."

The obese man's words caused the people around him to burst into laughter. Among them, a few burly, tattooed men licked their lips and looked at Elrond as though he was their prey.

"I have something that your boss, Fat Cat, needs."

As he spoke, Elrond took out the Golden Revolver and aimed it at the obese guy.

Before the latter could react, Elrond suddenly turned the revolver sideways and shot the bucket at the back.

"Bang!" A loud sound rang, and a big hole appeared on the bucket.

Everyone's hair stood on end.

What was going on? Was a revolver that powerful?

For a moment, they went into a dilemma and did not dare to underestimate the frail man standing in front of them.

Not long after, a man with a mustache ran out from the room in the courtyard and shouted, "Let him in. Boss said so."

Without any fear, Elrond walked steadily at an unhurried pace. He smiled and looked at everyone calmly.

This caused them to be shocked.

Just who was this frail kid? Why was he so calm?

This courtyard was huge, and many scrap metals were lying around inside. All these were valuable items.

In the corner, there was a large number of electronic products.

The crudest method to refine these things was to refine gold.

It was extremely difficult for an ordinary player to obtain any benefit from this kind of place.

When he entered the room, the lights suddenly became bright and glaring.

It was very dark at the end of the spacious and bright hall. In the depths of the darkness was a seat that looked like a throne.

A voice rang from the darkness. "You came here to look for me. What do you want?"

It was difficult for Elrond to see the man's face in the darkness because of the contrast of the light. He could only see a silhouette and not the true countenance.

Two beautiful women were beside the man who spoke.

"I'm here to discuss a business deal with you," Elrond said confidently.

"Oh— discuss a business deal with me? What kind of business can you do with me? I only do major deals. If the deal is too small, I'm not interested."

"Is that so? I can manufacture guns."

"Hahahaha, you? Manufacture guns?"

The person in the darkness had not said anything when the obese guy beside Elrond burst out laughing.

His face was full of contempt, and he was about to say something when the gun in his hand was gone.

"You..."

He did not know when did Elrond take away his shotgun.

How could that not leave him surprised?

It was also at this moment when he felt the searing pain in his hand. His thumb and forefinger were bleeding.

Elrond was so fast that he took away the obese man's gun at a speed that was faster than what the nerves could transmit.

Following that, Elrond disassembled the shotgun at lightning speed.

Every single part, including the screw, was disassembled.

While everyone was still in a state of disbelief, a mechanical arm appeared from Elrond's back and assisted him to reassemble the gun in just ten minutes.

"Do you believe me now?

"It's your honor that I've come here to cooperate with you. Don't be so smug. Pay me my entitlement, and I will do my job well.

"I'll use the scrap from your junkyard and assemble 10 guns daily. I'll need a lathe and milling machine equipment. I'll also make 1,000 rounds of bullets for you every day.

"Don't bother about the time it will take for me to finish the job. I'll come every day to make these. In exchange, I want 3,000 dollars a day."

In the hall, the man in the darkness fell silent.

Before long, a huge black figure stood up in the darkness.

It was hard to imagine that it was a person. Elrond could hear the sound of a walking stick.

In less than a minute, an extremely obese man appeared in front of Elrond.

This man was over 6.5 feet tall, but his waistline was terrifying.

He looked like a Caucasian. There was a thick cigar in his mouth, and his face scrunched together to reveal a smile.

"Hahaha, young men are so outstanding these days. Buddy, what's your name?"

"You don't need to know my name. All you need to know is I will get my job done."

"Good, such a straightforward man."

The boss said, "I'll give you 4,000 dollars for a day's work, but you have to complete everything that you said."

"Okay!"

Elrond could not be bothered to indulge in small talk. He looked at the time and said, "It's still early, so I'll make some for you today. Oh right, I have another condition. Every time I finish making the guns, you'll have to let me select a few pieces of scrap metal from the courtyard."

"Sure, no problem."

The boss was interested to see Elrond's skills.

He knew a little about mechanics. It was an extremely noble profession among ordinary people.

He wondered to himself. "Why would a mechanic be interested in this place?"

It was time for Elrond's performance.

Although the special equipment such as a lathe and milling machine was not ready, there were plenty of scrap metals here.

All the mechanical arms worked at the same time. Elrond made four to five guns within an hour with ease. It was as simple as snapping his fingers.

When he left, everyone looked at him as if he was a monster.

The obese guy looked at his boss.

The boss took a deep puff from the cigar and said, "Follow him and check on his background."

They sent all the skilled experts in the gang. But it only Elrond two streets to shake them off.

What a joke. If those experts manage to chase up to Elrond, he would not have survived until now.

After all, he was someone who escaped from the experimental base and the pursuit of many top-agent level experimental subjects.

A mafia soldier was nothing to him.

When he returned to the Maintenance Department, Elrond felt a headache coming.

He really could not understand the reason for the maintenance department's entrance to look like a whorehouse.

Every time he walked through this place, he felt a little awkward.

He asked Mary about this previously.

Mary said that Zate seemed to have an agreement with the women in the whorehouse.

Passing through the whorehouse, he escaped into the backyard like a thief.

Just then, he saw a man chatting with Mary.

When the man saw Elrond walking over, his eyes lit up. "Oh my, you must be one of the Masters here?"

Elrond stopped in his tracks and almost pulled out his gun to shoot the man.

The man walked over in quick, light steps. He was obviously an expert.

However, Elrond soon realized that the man didn't have any killing intent. He must be one of Godric's subordinates who had come to investigate him.

Thus, he started to relax.

"I'm just an apprentice here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Elrond, his vintage SUV has broken down, and I need your help to fix it."