Chapter 20: Jackal Tuck

Jackal Tuck is definitely a 'celebrity' in the Underhive!

According to rumors, he was not originally from the Underhive; he offended nobles in the Mid-Hive and was then subjected to political persecution and forcibly exiled to the Underhive.

But Jackal Tuck is famous not because of his origin or identity.

After all, the number of people exiled due to persecution by nobles every year is eight thousand if not ten thousand, so it really can't be considered anything special.

What truly made Jackal Tuck famous was when the Crusader Gang, which was entrenched in the Underhive, smashed his stall.

Then, Tuck sneaked into the Crusader Gang without anyone noticing, and without anyone discovering, he cut off the head of the Crusader Gang leader and hung it at the entrance.

No one knows how Tuck did it, but from that day on, the Crusader Gang clamored to avenge their leader and mobilized their entire force.

Just when everyone thought Tuck was doomed, a heaven-defying reversal appeared!

Tuck seemed to transform into a ghost, or perhaps a grim reaper holding a scythe, killing the Crusader Gang members one by one, and throwing their heads at the gang's station.

Soon, the Crusader Gang collapsed; they couldn't find 'Tuck' at all and didn't even dare to close their eyes to sleep.

Because every time they closed their eyes, it was very likely they would never open them again.

Finally, with heads piling higher and higher at the entrance, the Crusader Gang completely disbanded, and no one dared to look for Tuck's trouble again.

After that incident ended, many people gave Tuck the nickname 'Jackal'!

Metaphorically like a jackal, once it locks onto a target, it bites and doesn't let go, always ready to give a fatal blow; cruel, cunning.

After learning the other party's identity was actually 'Jackal' Tuck, Alvin, in addition to being shocked, suddenly had an idea.

Should he... tell Tuck about the cult?

But soon, this thought was extinguished by him.

Not to mention whether Tuck would believe this, even if he really told him, why guarantee he would be willing to help?

If you consider it deeper, in the case of not being sure about the scale of the cult, Alvin couldn't determine at all whether Tuck was a member of the cult.

He didn't dare to bet, because once he lost the bet... the price was his life!

Tuck thought he couldn't take out the money, flicked the cigarette ash, and sneered: "Kid, don't tell me you have nothing and intend to let me help?"

"No, respected Mr. Tuck."

Alvin threw the gold bars wrapped in cloth directly over: "I don't know if these are enough as 'sincerity'?"

Clang!

The cloth wrapped with gold bars fell on the table, making a dull sound.

"Metal?"

Tuck raised his eyebrows, seemingly interested.

"You can take a look, Mr. Tuck." Alvin deliberately kept him in suspense.

In fact, he was also very nervous; after all, gold is hard currency in 2K, but it might not be in 40K.

In his somewhat nervous eyes, Tuck tore open the cloth strip, revealing the yellow, golden, irregular gold bars inside.

The reason it was like this was that he deliberately used psionics to knead the neat gold bars into chunks to avoid being discovered as unusual.

"This is... gold?"

Tuck's tone suddenly rose a few degrees, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "Where did you find this thing?"

"In the 0-4 waste discharge site." Alvin made up the origin casually: "I pried it off a clock that looked very gorgeous; it should be worth a lot of money, right?"

Tuck pinched those irregular gold chunks, looked at Alvin thoughtfully, and said: "This thing is called gold; it is very hard to see in the Underhive and Mid-Hive, and only nobles in the Upper Hive will use it; the value is hard to estimate, but it is definitely much higher than you imagine."

Hearing his description, Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Then please arrange for me to smuggle into the Mid-Hive as soon as possible."

"The value of this thing is enough to exchange for a Mid-Hive resident permit."

Tuck looked at him meaningfully and said: "Are you sure you only need to smuggle and don't need me to help you get a resident permit?"

"Can you get a resident permit?"

This time, Alvin was truly shocked; how much ability does this guy have?

"I can, but it will take three months." Tuck played with the gold chunks and said lightly: "I, Tuck, have always hated suffering losses, but I also never take advantage of others; how about it? Kid."

Three months is too long; by the time the resident permit is processed, the cult might have already hit the Upper Hive, and what would be the use then?

Alvin sighed in his heart and refused: "No, just smuggle."

"Oh?"

Tuck narrowed his eyes, seemingly scrutinizing Alvin.

A moment later, he grinned, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and took a deep breath: "Good, you pay, I work; as for the reason, I won't ask."

Alvin nodded calmly: "As soon as possible, I am in a hurry."

"Come find me in three days, and I'll take you to the Mid-Hive."

Tuck flicked the cigarette ash and said indifferently: "Smuggling only needs one gold chunk; I won't take advantage of you for the remaining two; do you have any other requirements?"

"High-purity energy, deflection field generator, weapons, protective equipment, all are fine." Alvin said without thinking.

These things are what he lacks most right now, especially 'high-purity energy'.

"Heh, these things are not so easy to get."

Tuck was thoughtful, glanced at him, and grinned: "However, it's not a problem for me; don't even think about the deflection field; there aren't many top nobles who have that thing; the rest can still be managed; do you have any special requirements?"

So powerful?

Alvin was a bit shocked; it seems Tuck's background is deeper than he imagined.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said directly: "No special requirements, the more powerful the weapon, the better."

"You kid, are you planning to assassinate nobles?"

Tuck stared at him suspiciously; getting such powerful equipment to smuggle into the Mid-Hive, no matter how you look at it, his purpose is not pure.

"I'm not a fool, and I won't go looking for death."

Alvin couldn't laugh or cry and shook his head to explain: "Actually, it's because I offended some people and was forced to go to the Mid-Hive to take refuge; the weapons are purely for self-preservation; it's that simple."

"Oh, I see..."

For some reason, Alvin always felt that Tuck seemed a bit regretful?

"Fine, I've basically noted it down."

Tuck's fleeting regret disappeared, and he turned serious: "Come find me in three days; if there's nothing else, you can go."

"Looking forward to meeting you in three days, Mr. Tuck."

The deal was reached, Alvin bowed slightly to signal, and then turned and left decisively.

He believed in 'Jackal Tuck's' character; after all, this guy is famous in the Underhive for repaying kindness and avenging grudges.

Looking at Alvin leaving from the second floor, Tuck weighed the gold chunks in his hand and couldn't help but sneer: "Heh, a kid full of lies; even if the idiots in the Upper Hive were stupid, they couldn't possibly throw gold into the Underhive."

He knew very well that this kid definitely had secrets, but... Tuck was too lazy to investigate.

There are many people with secrets these days; if you really want to check them one by one, where would you get so much energy?

What's more, Tuck felt this kid was very interesting.

In the dark, it seemed as if a voice was telling him that this kid would bring him a big surprise in the future.

At this time, another thin and shrewd tall man ran to the second floor in a hurry, panicked and lowered his voice: "It's bad, boss, something big happened!"

"What big thing? Catch your breath before you speak."

Tuck turned around unhurriedly, sat on the chair calmly, lit a low-quality cigarette, crossed his legs, and was calm.

Seeming to be infected by Tuck's calm temperament, the tall man took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, his expression was grave: "Just now, the Blood Axe Gang... was wiped out by the Hammer Gang!"

"Is this the big thing you're talking about?"

Tuck looked at the tall man amusedly and said angrily: "Can such a small thing scare you like this? If the gangs in the Underhive died out one day, that would be a big thing."

Isn't it just a gang being wiped out? Does this count as a big thing!

"Oh my, my boss, of course it's not that simple!" The tall man's face turned pale, he swallowed his saliva, and said cautiously: "Not only was the Blood Axe Gang wiped out, but more than three hundred scavengers in the East District were also killed by the Hammer Gang, not a single one left!"

"More than three hundred scavengers were killed by the Hammer Gang?"

Hearing this, Tuck's brow suddenly frowned, and he tensed his back from his original relaxed sitting posture.

"Yeah, most of the scavengers in the entire East District, except for those who didn't go today, are basically all dead!"

The tall man wiped his cold sweat, seemingly still a bit afraid, his voice trembling slightly: "You didn't see it; the entire garbage dump was dyed red with blood; the Hammer Gang is too cruel!"

"Only blood? No corpses?"

A not-so-good guess suddenly surfaced in Tuck's mind, and he hurriedly asked:

"No, no, didn't see any corpses." The tall man scratched his head and said: "There was only blood, and no scavengers returned."

Tuck sat back on the chair, but his eyes were already full of doubt.

No... corpses? ===== CHAPTER 21 =====