Chapter 21: Busy Smoking, Almost Forgot to Smoke You!

"The Underhive is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

Alvin, who left Tuck's place, rubbed his brow, revealing a bitter smile: "Jackal Tuck, this guy is truly too dangerous; it's better to have less contact in the future."

Jackal Tuck is definitely not as simple as he looks.

Not only can he get a Mid-Hive resident permit, but he can even get weapons and equipment; this guy's background is simply unfathomable!

Thinking deeper, this guy not only knows 'gold' but also vaguely revealed in his words that he knows Upper Hive nobles use gold to make decorations.

Just this point alone is enough for Alvin to determine.

'Jackal' Tuck is definitely not like the rumors say, exiled to the Underhive because he offended Mid-Hive nobles.

What kind of Mid-Hive noble can exile someone who is suspected of having a connection with Upper Hive nobles to the Underhive?

Unless it is a top-tier noble from the Upper Hive.

Could it be that Tuck was a guard for a top-tier noble in the Upper Hive and was exiled to the Underhive because he made a mistake?

This is indeed a possibility.

But, the above is purely speculation, without any evidence.

The real tricky part for Alvin is... Tuck gives him a feeling of extreme danger!

His five senses, and even his sixth sense, amplified by psionics, made him feel a sense of being pricked by thorns when facing Tuck.

It was as if someone was holding a knife to his neck, the sharp and cold touch, as if his life could be taken away at any time!

You must know, he is a proper 'Epsilon-level' psyker!

Even if he doesn't count as a powerful figure in the entire Empire, in the Underhive, besides the cult's psykers, Tuck is the only person who can make him feel so terrified.

"What is this guy's background?"

Even if Alvin racked his brains, he couldn't think of the reason why Jackal Tuck appeared in the Underhive.

Fortunately, Tuck seemed to have no malice toward him for the time being, which is something worth rejoicing.

And this time it wasn't entirely bad; at least it let Alvin know that his disguise was simply as naive as a child in the eyes of some people!

Wearing clothes, wearing a mask, lowering his voice, and that counts as a disguise?

No, it works to fool fools, but in the eyes of a real 'expert', it is completely showing off one's incompetence.

"I must find time to learn the technique of disguise in the future!"

Alvin secretly made up his mind; it doesn't matter if he is a novice, as long as he is willing to learn, isn't that enough?

Anyway, the technique of disguise will definitely be used frequently in the future.

After solving the biggest problem at the moment, Alvin's heavy mood improved a lot.

He looked down at the 'Navigator System' on his wrist; the status column still showed: Searching for accessible anchor worlds.

"It seems that I cannot travel through worlds continuously."

Alvin shook his head helplessly; he originally planned to go to the next world to get some 'capital' during the three days Tuck was preparing.

But now it seems he was purely thinking too much; the 'Navigator System' needs to re-search for accessible 'anchor worlds' after each crossing, and he doesn't know how long it will take.

If it were a fixed 'anchor world', there would probably not be so many restrictions.

Unfortunately, the time spent in The Boys world was too short; otherwise, getting '1000 Source Power' shouldn't have been a big problem.

In fact, he originally had the opportunity, such as directly killing 'Hughie' or killing the two protagonists 'Butcher', and gathering 1000 Source Power should have been enough.

But when he really wanted to do it, Alvin rejected this idea.

He can be scum, but he cannot be scum without a bottom line; this point is very important.

"Hey, let me tell you, just now, a big thing broke out!"

"Big thing? What big thing?"

Suddenly, the conversation between two people on the side of the road made Alvin stop subconsciously.

Although the two deliberately lowered their voices, Alvin, whose five senses had been amplified, could still clearly hear what they were saying.

"The Blood Axe Gang in the East District... was wiped out by the Hammer Gang!"

"Damn, really or fake?"

"Nonsense, of course it's true; I saw it with my own eyes, can it be fake?"

"You?"

"Don't believe it; I just came back from the East District; the Blood Axe Gang's camp... oh my, it was miserable; there was blood everywhere!"

"Isn't the Blood Axe Gang quite powerful? They were fighting back and forth with the Hammer Gang a few days ago; how could they be wiped out suddenly?"

"Who knows; anyway, don't go to the East District recently; that place is not safe."

The private conversation between the two was heard by Alvin without missing a word.

The Blood Axe Gang... was wiped out?!

This news made his originally calmed anxiety rekindle.

"Damn, the Blood Axe Gang is too weak; how could they be wiped out so quickly?" Alvin was shocked and horrified at the same time: "With such a big move by the cult, aren't they afraid of being discovered by the enforcers?"

But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be very logical.

The Hammer Gang has close ties with the cult, plus the help of the 'psyker' he saw that day, slaughtering a small gang is simply as easy as pie.

Moreover, the destruction of a mere Underhive gang, wanting to attract the attention of the enforcers, basically has the same probability as winning the lottery.

The enforcers protect the Mid-Hive civilians, as well as the Upper Hive nobles and elite classes; as for the Underhive?

What kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp, a group of bottom-level scum, unless too many die, otherwise it is impossible to be cared about by the enforcers at all!

"Can't go back, at least not for now!"

Alvin immediately changed direction and turned to walk toward the South District, which is currently outside the Hammer Gang's sphere of influence.

The reason for doing so is based on two considerations.

First, he cannot be sure whether the cult's psyker saw his face clearly that day.

Second, judging from the hundreds of scavengers slaughtered in the East District, the cult has already begun to prepare for the 'sacrifice' ritual; going back now is no different from entering a tiger's den.

Making up his mind, Alvin pulled his hood and tried his best not to attract attention.

The Skeleton Gang, which currently controls the South District, is one of the best forces in the entire Underhive, not inferior to the Crusader Gang back then; it is thought that with the Hammer Gang's current strength, even with the cult's secret help, it is by no means an easy task to eliminate the 'Skeleton' in a short time.

Although there is no clear 'division' in the Underhive, if you want to go from one gang's sphere of influence to another, you have to pay 'protection fees'.

Several members of the 'Skeleton' Gang were guarding the dilapidated abandoned pipes.

Under normal circumstances, few scavengers would choose to go to other areas, because no matter where you go, the exploitation of gangs exists, and there is no difference.

"Stop, you, what are you doing?"

The man who was taller, had gray-white skin, and wore a gas mask raised his gun a few inches and aimed at Alvin, who was dressed poorly.

"I, I am a scavenger from the East District, want to go to the South District... my lord."

Alvin deliberately showed a look of fear and took out a tube of nutrient solution from his arms with his dirty hands: "This... this is the toll; I know the rules~"

The man glanced at it, then lowered the gun, snatched the nutrient solution from Alvin's hand, and sneered: "Not enough, the price has gone up now, 30 Crowns!"

F*** your mother, you are just raising the price temporarily!

Alvin's face under the hood flashed with tyranny, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

No, can't have a dispute here!

There is monitoring equipment nearby; killing these two bastards, the Skeleton Gang will definitely come to investigate him, which is no different from violating Alvin's idea of trying to be low-key and delay time.

He pretended to beg and said humbly: "My lord, I only have this much; please let me pass; I promise to honor you next time, okay?"

"Go to your grandfather, if you don't have money, get lost!"

Unexpectedly, the man was full of tyranny and kicked Alvin's face.

Alvin's movements were extremely fast, directly dodging the kick, but he didn't want this move to directly enrage the other party.

The man was dodged, almost performed a split on the spot, and was mocked by his companion behind him: "Hahaha, Tiva, did you use up all your strength on a woman last night?"

"Damn, who the f*** told you to dodge?!"

Tiva was ashamed and angry, directly aimed the gun at Alvin, and roared angrily: "A piece of garbage picking up trash dares to play with me; I think you don't want to live anymore!"

"Why can't you let me pass?"

Alvin took out a low-quality cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and looked at the two: "How about we discuss it; let me pass, and this matter will be treated as if it never happened, how about it?"

Tiva felt his dignity was provoked, his face became more ferocious, and the veins on his forehead jumped: "You piece of garbage picking up trash, if I don't kill you today, my name isn't Tiva!"

Alvin exhaled a smoke ring: "Also, busy smoking, almost forgot to smoke you."

Psionics, activate! ===== CHAPTER 22 =====