75 Marked

After the Scavengers' attack, the convoy changed routes and set off again. This time, no second group of fools came to block their way.

Perhaps because they had heard the howls and gunfire when the nearby Wraiths mobilized, the ruined streets of this relatively chaotic district were quiet when they passed through them again, aside from the occasional drug addict wandering about.

After turning left and right along the new route, they arrived at what had once appeared to be a small shopping mall.

As the vehicles came to a stop, the route guidance ended.

Then came silence.

The trucks were parked inside the abandoned mall. There was no sound around them; even listening closely, they could only hear the faint breathing of the people inside the vehicles.

Where were the people receiving the shipment?

Ordinary Wraiths would certainly have been thinking that at a time like this, but Oliver and the others had a different thought.

Are those Ninja Hundred disguises... why do they feel so familiar?

Sitting in the driver's seat, Oliver looked as though he were sitting stiffly from nerves. In truth, he had already surveyed the surroundings from the corner of his eye and spotted familiar disguises in several shadows. He said over the comms, "Looks like we guessed right. Hansen really is connected to the remnants of the Ninja Hundred. He was the one who took in these masterless ninjas. So these weapons are for them?"

"Some of them probably are," Carl said over the comms. "Although the Ninja Hundred revered traditional ninja weapons, they never forgot to keep up with the times. Quite a few of them were proficient with firearms—after all, to protect Arasaka Saburo, they had to master every kind of weapon. Everyone needed expertise for handling all kinds of situations."

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