Listen to Me, Thank You

He was responsible for repairing firearms for everyone.

Not to mention being drenched in sweat from exhaustion, right now, seeing the only person in the camp who didn't have to work wandering in front of him...

Especially wandering into his territory, looking left and right, acting like f***ing Marco Polo.

This made the repairman couldn't help sneering again.

"Aren't you leaving yet, 'Young Master', this place isn't suitable for you..."

Before he could finish his words, someone walked over.

"Old Wei, how do you fix guns? The few guns you fixed for me all jammed at the critical moment. Do you want to get me killed?"

As soon as the repairman heard that someone dared to question his craftsmanship, he immediately stuck his hands on his hips and stared with wide eyes, "That's your problem!"

"Bullshit, you almost got me killed, do you understand!"

"Since that's the case, why don't you stop coming to me and go to Night City to buy a new one? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Go to hell!"

"No, you go to hell! The only person in the entire camp who can fix guns is me! It should be you lowering your face to beg me! Not me kissing your ass!"

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, suddenly, a strange voice sounded in Su Xiao's mind.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz"

"System loading"

"Loading complete"

"System online"

A string of data, like a waterfall, flashed across his retina.

Name: Su Xiao

Potential Points: 0

Skills:

Firearm Maintenance LV3

I Guess LV???

A massive amount of knowledge poured into his mind.

It was just as if he had genuinely received systematic learning.

A flash of light appeared in Su Xiao's eyes.

Doesn't this mean...

Su Xiao's gaze fell on the scrap metal piled up like a small mountain and the two firearms placed on the workbench.

He stepped forward and picked up one of the revolvers.

A long string of information that only Su Xiao could see flooded into his eyes.

Name: DR5 Nova

Type: Kinetic Revolver

Damage: 238-291

Attack Interval (Fire Rate): 2 rounds/sec

Durability: -10/100

Manufacturer: Darra Polytechnic

Remarks: The Nova is a traditional revolver, reasonably priced, and possesses definite lethality. Its classic cylinder is reminiscent of the Wild West era.

Although the Nova frequently malfunctions, it is easy to repair due to its uncomplicated design and structure.

It frequently appears in NCPD gun lockers, small corporate armories, gang member waistbands, and ladies' purses. In other words, everyone needs one.

Su Xiao's mouth twitched.

Durability at -10 is quite something.

How on earth does one manage to get durability down into the negative numbers.

Then, he picked up the other gun.

The data emerged just as before.

Name: DS1 Pulse

Type: Kinetic Submachine Gun

Damage: 53-65

Attack Interval (Fire Rate): 8.89 rounds/sec

Durability: -5/100

Manufacturer: Darra Polytechnic

Remarks: The designers at Darra Polytechnic are not afraid to be the first to eat crabs, and you have to admire that point.

The Pulse looks like someone first took apart a standard machine gun and then had a blindfolded kindergarten kid put it back together.

However! As the saying goes, there is order amidst the chaos. Because Dara does not take the usual path, the Pulse is smaller than most similar firearms, making its concealment even greater.

Unfortunately, originality always comes at a price: while this gun has a unique design, its recoil is astonishing and notoriously difficult to control.

The quality of its parts also has a lot of room for improvement. In short, the Pulse can be said to be a semi-failed experimental product.

But for some people, the very, very low price tag is enough to make up for its flaws.

Basically, you will find that the Pulse is the only weapon available to resort to in the slums, and gang rookies will tightly shove it into their own holsters.

Just as Su Xiao was engrossed in reading the firearm information, the repairman was startled and angry.

"What are you doing?"

Su Xiao didn't even look at him.

He only looked toward the owners of these two guns.

"I can give it a try, but I'll have to borrow the workbench and tools here."

"Borrow?"

The repairman acted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "This is my turf, listen up, it's my turf! No one can touch my stuff casually..."

Before he could finish his words, the Nomads interrupted, "Just let him use it, this guy can't fix anything anyway."

"What did you say?!" The repairman glared at the Nomads.

The latter pulled the repairman aside and signaled Su Xiao with his eyes.

So Su Xiao walked over to the workbench.

He took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's see if this is actually going to work."

An excited heart, trembling hands.

The moment he touched the revolver.

The firearm structure of the DR5 Nova presented itself in his brain like a 3D image.

And the knowledge bestowed upon him by "Firearm Maintenance LV3" allowed him to instantly understand how to repair it.

He picked up the tools and began repairing it with clumsy movements.

It took a full hour to finally fix this revolver.

"How is this possible?"

The repairman, who had looked down on people just a moment ago, stood dumbfounded with an incredulous expression.

Chapter 2: Listen to Me, Thank You

The Nomads beamed with joy, cradling the repaired revolver and refusing to put it down.

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

The repairman on the side had not yet recovered from the blow.

For a very long time, he was the only repairman for the Buckle Family.

But now...

The repairman suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

At this moment, another person walked in from outside.

"Su."

"Hey, McCoy."

If you had to name the person in camp who had the best relationship with Su Xiao.

That would definitely be McCoy.

After all, when Su Xiao first time-traveled over, it was McCoy who brought him back to the camp.

If not for McCoy, Su Xiao would have already had his kidneys harvested by the Random Blade Society.

But at this moment, the expression on McCoy's face was very ugly.

Su Xiao's expression also turned solemn. "Why the look, what happened?"

McCoy sighed.

In truth, he felt quite helpless too.

He really didn't want to do this kind of damn thing.

Yet he had no other way.

They were Nomads, people scraping by on the badlands.

Nomads were divided into different states, and the states were split into many tribes, with tribes further breaking down into families.

The Buckle Family he belonged to had once experienced a glorious period.

Things were different now, however.

Su Xiao was not one of their people.

They had treated Su Xiao's injuries and given Su Xiao a week's stay in the camp.

--Of course, doing this did not stem entirely from kindness.

It was also on account of a credit chip discovered on Su Xiao.

Inside that credit chip were several thousand euros.

McCoy originally disagreed with touching this money.

However, Charui--that is, the head of the Buckle Family--forcibly appropriated it.

And claimed this was all for the sake of the family.

Now, Charui saw that Su Xiao could walk and jump, with no more fat left to squeeze.

So he sent McCoy over, wanting him to drive Su Xiao out of the camp.