Becoming a Gadget Master Starting from Hunter x Hunter

Uvogin swung his arms around, saying urgently.

03 Robbery and Robbers

"I'll go too."

Nobunaga put his hands in his pockets. "It just so happens I wanted to re-temper my sword. If that doesn't work, I'll just have to melt it down and start over."

"Alright."

Chrollo nodded. "But we're new here, so we can take our time with everything. No need to rush."

He was reminding Uvogin and Nobunaga.

"How about this?"

Morin thought for a moment. "I'll take these two out with me."

He also wanted to see the outside world.

"That would be good."

With Morin accompanying them, Chrollo could relax.

And so, after the door sticker was removed from the inside and the wall no longer had a door, Morin beckoned to Uvogin and Nobunaga, who had been eager to go.

"Let's go."

The three of them disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile, inside the garbage truck.

"What happened to me?"

The driver, who had been knocked unconscious, rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly woke up.

Then, his eyes widened.

"What is this?"

He stared into the back of the truck at the mountain of noodle bowls.

Each bowl was almost sparkling clean, cleaner than if they had been washed.

If not for the lingering smell of soy sauce in the truck, one might have thought they were all new bowls.

Just as the driver was lost in thought, staring at the pile of bowls~

Morin, along with Uvogin and Nobunaga, were walking aimlessly down the street.

Uvogin and Nobunaga were interested in their surroundings, while Morin was contemplating their next target.

The quickest way to understand this world was through knowledge from books.

To gain knowledge, libraries and bookstores were always the best choices.

However, to enter either of these places, you either needed identification or money.

Unfortunately, Morin was completely broke at the moment.

He was even still wearing the work uniform from the Canned Goods Studio.

"An ID isn't something that can be solved quickly. The main thing is to have money..."

Speak of the devil.

Just as Morin was thinking about money, a rather nice-looking bank appeared around the corner.

"I can't possibly rob a bank, can I?"

Although he had joined the Phantom Troupe, Morin felt he wasn't that desperate.

"Besides, I'm a thief, not a robber."

Morin thought this, and then...

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, clear in the night air.

To Morin's stunned gaze, the bank in front of him suddenly erupted with alarm bells.

Immediately after, the doors burst open, and three figures, completely wrapped in black, rushed out.

Each of them carried a large sack on their backs and held guns, spitting fire.

"Ring ring ring?!"

The bank's urgent alarm bells blared in the night, causing a commotion in the surrounding buildings.

"Running into a bank robbery at night?"

Morin watched the scene, finding it more thrilling than anything he'd seen in movies or on TV.

The three figures, carrying their sacks, quickly got into a van parked in a secluded spot near the entrance, then sped away.

"Morin~!"

Uvogin turned his head, his eyes sparkling.

"Let's follow them and see what's going on."

Morin understood Uvogin's meaning and chuckled, "It's perfect timing, we need some money too."

From the looks of the three robbers and by using Gyo, Morin could tell none of them knew Nen abilities.

Morin, Uvogin, and Nobunaga leaped across the rooftops, closely tailing the getaway van as it sped out of the city.

After a few more turns, the van stopped inside an abandoned factory. The location was remote, overgrown with weeds, clearly a place nobody visited.

"Hahaha, this operation went surprisingly smoothly!!"

The three robbers got out of the van and tossed three large sacks onto the ground.

"Boss, that's a lot of money, we're rich!!"

"Yeah, boss, just do what I say, let's not give this money back. What's an ID card compared to this? We can live comfortably anywhere with this much cash! Who needs an ID card?!"

As the two robbers spoke, they pulled off the black masks they were wearing. One was bald, the other was pockmarked.

Ding!

The boss stopped his two subordinates from their wild fantasies and took off his own mask, revealing triangular eyes filled with malice.

"An ID card is just as important. Without it, traveling is inconvenient, and spending this money will be difficult."

"But boss, there's so much money..."

The two subordinates grew anxious, but the boss waved them off.

"Did I say I don't want the money?"

"Huh?"

"What 'huh'?! I want the ID card, and I want the money too!!!"

"Oh, oh!!"

Only then did the two subordinates cheer up. The pockmarked subordinate, whose smile almost hid his blemishes, asked, "Isn't it strange that the bank owner agreed to get us an ID card as a condition for robbing his bank?"

"What's so strange about that?" the boss scoffed. "That bank owner isn't a good person either. He probably misappropriated money from his own bank and hired us to rob it."

"This way, he can explain away the embezzled funds. He's really thought this through."

Clap, clap, clap!

As soon as the boss finished speaking, a round of applause echoed through the spacious factory.

039 The beggar really suits you!

Swish!

The three robbers instantly raised their guns, aiming at the source of the sound.

"I was right about you after all."

Two figures emerged from the shadows.

"It's you!"

The boss with triangular eyes immediately recognized the stout man leading the newcomers, who was looking at them with a half-smile. It was the bank owner they had made the deal with earlier.

"You're fifteen minutes earlier than we agreed," the boss with triangular eyes said sternly.

"If I didn't come early, how could I have heard you planning to betray me and keep my money?" the portly bank owner said with a chuckle.

"It was supposed to be a simple transaction, but it had to turn into this..." he said with feigned regret, "I'm heartbroken!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" The pockmarked subordinate, seeing their plan exposed, decided to drop the pretense. He raised the gun that gave him confidence, "We want the ID card, and we want these twenty million Jewels too!"

"Twenty million?" The portly boss feigned confusion. "Wasn't it fifty million?"

"Did I misremember? Aiman?" He specifically asked the man beside him, who looked like a bodyguard and an accountant, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"You've got the wrong figure, boss."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses, Aiman, said sincerely, "It was sixty million. The robbers took sixty million Jewels from us."

"Bullshit!"

The bald subordinate roared, "We only robbed twenty million!

"Who knows?"

The bank boss shrugged. "Regardless, you robbed money from my bank. That's an undeniable fact."

"As for exactly how much was taken..."

His fat face gradually contorted into a sinister expression. "As long as you keep your mouths shut, who's going to know!!"

"So you planned to double-cross us from the start and never intended to give us our identification.

The robber with the triangular eyes, the leader, sneered.

"You were robbed of twenty million, but you'll announce sixty million to the public. That way, you pocket a full forty million Jewels.

"You people are truly something else. No wonder they say capitalists are maggots with black hearts."

"You guys really know how to make money. You've earned twice as much as the twenty million Jewels we worked hard to get by robbing a bank, and without any risk!!"

The leader's triangular eyes were filled with cold malice. "But don't forget, we're the ones with the guns right now!!"

As if to punctuate his words, the bald subordinate and the pockmarked subordinate simultaneously aimed their guns at the bank boss.