I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"The following is what happened. K Company's recycled products are highly coveted. Our department has recently lost a considerable amount of highly concentrated products, so we would like to ask for your assistance in recovering them."

"Don't World Wings have Taboo Hunters? Why are you asking me, a fifth-level finisher? Isn't the theft of this core product considered a taboo?"

For such a sudden commission, you must be vigilant and cautious. After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch in the city.

The person who is completing the task cannot just blindly carry out the commission. If he encounters a clause that is deliberately set up to trap him, he may end up losing everything.

"It's simple. We've learned the thief's location and need a strong finisher to recover the goods. However, this matter cannot go through company procedures because the lost goods have already been reported as losses."

"It would be a waste to hire a firm specifically for something like this, and those high-level finishers probably wouldn't even consider such a small order. You, sir, are a very suitable candidate."

Hey!

Does this mean he is good value for money?

Moreover, the corruption problem of K Company is quite serious. It is obvious that they want to secretly store a batch of goods without telling the higher-ups. So the so-called formal employment by K Company is probably just empty talk.

"Sure, when?"

"Our investigation is nearing completion. We will be able to contact you in about two or three days and issue you a formal commission."

After talking for a long time, the commission was not issued. I was too lazy to waste time with this secretive guy, so I just dealt with it and hung up the communicator.

[Shamisen: Don Quixote [213 eyes] So the order also has the heart to save the city! I'll use this commission fee to help City Girl! ! ! Roland [10 eyes] Hey, hey, this guy is just trying to scam me out of money, but who actually believed him? Sinclair [10 eyes] Do you know the whereabouts of Lead Gray Melody? !]

It seems that increasing the amount is very useful. There are fewer messy problems at once, and I no longer have to happily watch the balance of my account after the live broadcast platform deducts it. I feel that the Shamisen tool is very valuable!

[Du Jue: To Don Quixote: This is a chivalrous act! Urban Girl approves of you! To Roland: Eat your scallion pancakes. To Sinclair: Got it.]

Du Jue walked back to the office while typing at a rapid speed. Today he planned to complete a wave of commissions in case an association would use his qualifications as an excuse for promotion in the future.

"I'm sorry, because it involves the Alliance Company, this commission has to be rated at least Urban Tales level. You don't have enough money."

"I don't have that much money. I'm not asking you to kill anyone from the Alliance Company. Besides, this matter involves human lives!"

The girl with short hair full of fruit hairpins scratched her hair irritably. She stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, shaking off the letters and butterfly brooch on her sandals to the ground.

Du Jue bent down to pick up the butterfly brooch, looked at the girl's anxious face, and raised his hand to signal the front desk to do it himself.

"What commission?"

"Who are you?"

Duomo frowned and turned to look at Du Jue. Seeing him covered in bandages, she took a few steps back in fright. However, when she glanced at the butterfly brooch that Du Jue handed back to her, she still felt a little fond of him.

"The fifth-level finisher is Wen Duo."

Hearing this, Duomo's eyes lit up and she immediately came over, grabbing Du Jue's arm excitedly.

"I have a friend who was taken away by the Alliance Company! If we hadn't waited any longer, he would have been useless!"

"This is all the money that me and the others can scrape together!"

The wallet in Duomo's hands was mostly filled with change, with an expression of impatience and embarrassment. As soon as she noticed the looks from others, she dejectedly put away her wallet without even begging for help. After all, a fifth-level cleaner must be very expensive.

"Name, location, and go to the front desk to place the order."

Du Jue chuckled and pulled the little girl's shoulder, turning her over in surprise and confusion.

Fuck that punk city!

Du Jue doesn’t care whether there is enough money or not, he only cares whether he wants it or not!

"I followed the recycling truck there before, right at the nearest repair station! His name is Brandon, and he's a vending machine!"

"But don't get me wrong, that was a real person! He even bought us drinks!"

Du Jue suddenly remembered the vending machine worker who had told him a joke before, and rushed out in anger without even hearing Duomo's thanks.

Even though they only met once, this optimistic guy with a personality chip inserted into a vending machine still left a deep impression on Du Jue.

It’s impossible that a lot of bad people in the city are allowed to survive while normal people die!

Alliance company repair site.

"We only provide repair services upon presentation of your insurance policy. We only support legitimate prosthetics sold by the Alliance. Don't bring your cannon machine to me asking if you can increase its power! We don't provide illegal modifications here!"

The four-meter-wide store has limited space, most of which is occupied by the glass display cabinets for prosthetic parts at the front desk. Next to it is the iron door leading to the maintenance room. Du Jue immediately slammed the counter, scaring the afro repairman who was wiping the oil from his hands so hard that he trembled all over.

"What do you want to do?! This place has been added to the neighborhood watch protection list! If you're a local, think carefully."

"I'm Wen Duo, the closer. Where is Brandon?"

"Um, why are you looking for a machine?"

The guy with the afro relaxed a little, but he was still staring at Du Jue's hands, fearing that the other party would suddenly hurt someone.

"Saving people, it's that simple."

"That's company property! And it's not a person, it's just a pre-set program."

"How is this possible?! I can't tell if Brandon is human or not!"

Du Jue angrily reached out and grabbed the guy with afro who was trying to retreat, and dragged him out of the counter. The guy with afro quickly begged for mercy.

"What a jerk! Who would install a personality chip in a vending machine just to add a dispensable customer service representative?"

"Do you really think I'm stupid and easy to fool?! If the company's procedures are really like that, he'll buy everyone free drinks right away! You have to understand, I'm Wen Duo, a fifth-level finisher."

The guy with the afro, who had just looked innocent, cursed inwardly and acted like a deflated ball. He pointed in the direction of the iron gate and answered immediately in a flattering manner.

"Brandon's in there, about to be scrapped. The company scrapped the customer service program because he was giving people free drinks."

"The original idea was to allow customer service to complete all aspects of the process, from beverage restocking and refueling to self-repair and sales, by contacting various channel partners, so that the vending machines could automatically make money without any unnecessary attention from management."

"But later I realized that the customer service was given too much power. Now they dared to give away free products, and in the future they dared to lie about sales. The higher-ups were not happy about that."

Du Jue threw the man with the afro on the counter with a cold face, causing the man to squat down with his hands covering his chest in pain.

Holding the brass knuckles, he punched the iron lock to pieces. As soon as he opened the iron door, he saw the familiar vending machine.

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Chapter 103 surroundings.

"Hey, long time no see. I haven't asked your name before."

The vending machine's big screen flashed, revealing a smiling face. Du Jue didn't know why this guy was still smiling.

"You're laughing even when you're about to die. You must be regretting joining this company now."

"Well, I don't want to spoil your fun, but I don't actually have too many regrets."

"Dude, you're about to be scrapped by others, and you're still stubborn like that, don't you regret it?"

Du Jue looked at the thick wire on the side of the vending machine. It was directly connected to a laptop on the desktop, and it seemed that the data of the vending machine was being uploaded. I'm afraid it will be destroyed next.

"I worked in a processing plant for a few years before, and both my arms and right leg were replaced with prosthetics. I can still remember those dark days in the factory. Once we reached the daily production quota, the number would increase the next day."

"It wasn't that I found a new job, but I couldn't maintain the uprising and owed money to the alliance company. I said that before just to save face."

"They originally said I was well-adapted to prosthetics and could join the company's debt collection team, so I took out a loan to get full-body prosthetics. Unfortunately, the new technology experiment failed, and I was transferred to customer service."

"But at least this period of time has made me feel that I am in control of my own life. I am not a dispensable machine or a replaceable part, but a good customer service representative who is capable of providing free drinks to friends."

"Can you understand? Until recently, I only had three friends in my life. Other than that, I've never been recognized. All I've ever felt is failure and inadequacy."

Click.

Du Jue unplugged the power cord without hesitation and carefully lifted Brandon onto the cart next to him.

"Don't be like this. Maybe I can just die. After all, no one will hire me like this."

"Your friend asked me to rescue you. My name is Wen Duo."

"Thank you, Wen Duo. Thank you for listening to my jokes before. Do you want another one?"

Why did it feel like my disguise as a closer and a gang member was so fragile that even a vending machine could see through it?

The reason why he tried to avoid separating the two identities was, firstly, to prevent his enemies from finding him, and secondly, to prevent his intention to seek employment and promotion from being seen through. Once the latter was exposed, it would probably be a devastating blow to his career path.

Perhaps such a strange thing as becoming stronger by working is something that almost no one would have thought of in other places, but this is a city, and there is no shortage of abnormalities like him.

"I'm wrapped in bandages, and even my clothes and hairstyle have changed. How did you recognize me? Did you use an iris scan?"

"Because you are the only one who, in your second conversation, would care about the safety of a personality chip inserted in a mere beverage vending machine."

"Even though this is only the second time we've met, I'm happy that I have such a unique friend. Are we friends?"

"That's right if you say so."

Du Jue was struggling to move the cart out of the narrow maintenance room, and the man with the afro next to him seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine was heard outside, which made the man with the axe look slightly change his expression. Du Jue glanced at the guy and put down the cart vigilantly. He suspected that the other party had called for reinforcements.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up some goods. I'm still waiting for this chip to activate the boxing robot!"

"I heard this guy is from the company's debt collection team. He must be very good at fighting, but he's not worse than the people from the Gladiator Gang."

Two big men wearing armbands got off the truck loaded with steel plates and started yelling at the cowering man with afro.

Looking at the two people blocking the door of the maintenance shop, Du Jue now understood why this guy had lied just now. It turned out that he was selling the personality chip that was about to be scrapped!

"Are you the neighborhood watch for this area? How come I haven't seen you before?"

Du Jue looked at the two men's armbands with curiosity. They did not have any organizational logo printed on them, but rows of street house numbers. This was probably the customary way of dividing the territory for neighborhood watch.

After all, they are very different from ordinary gangs. They gather together mainly to help each other resist foreign enemies.

The two looked at Du Jue in confusion. Seeing this, the man with the afro next to him hurriedly explained, trying his best to avoid a conflict between the two sides and avoid trouble with him.

"Level 5 finisher?!"

After that, Du Jue did not need to take action as he had imagined. The two even asked enthusiastically about Du Jue's residence, and after confirming it, they invited him to join the neighborhood watch.

"Well, you know our neighborhood watch is a loose volunteer organization. I don't know about other places, but here we get together at the end of every month. If someone moves in, the neighbors will be notified."

"Usually, a responsible person is assigned to each building or street. I heard that the building you live in was requisitioned by a stray dog, wasn't it?"

Du Jue now understood. It turned out that he had been in a gang before and scared people away.

"Okay, then let me join now. I'm going to live here for a long time anyway."

"No problem, let's exchange contact information. It's nice to have a great closer living here."

While waiting for them to contact each other, Du Jue had already pushed the melancholy Brandon out. He looked at the vending machine displaying the beverage advertisement and then looked at the truck next to it.

"Hey, buddy, can you use your truck to deliver some goods for me?"

"No problem, everyone on the neighborhood watch has no objection. By the way, are you coming to the bonfire party this month?"

Congratulations on joining Neighborhood Watch!

[Obtain a part-time job talent: Night Watchman]

【Description: Night is the end of the day and the beginning of the next day】

[Effect: Your night vision ability has been greatly improved]

squeak! ! !

With better eyesight and strong physical fitness, Du Jue drove the truck in a wild racing style. Even the two experienced drivers jumped out of the car in a hurry and ran to the trash can to vomit.

Du Jue jumped down excitedly, but came to his senses immediately when he saw the tire marks on the ground caused by drifting and parking. He hoped that Olga would not find out, after all, this was in front of the door of the Molar Office.

"Ugh, we've already made you the person in charge, uh, and we'll contact you when the time comes, uh, find you."

They helped to unload the vending machine and drove away quickly.

Congratulations on your promotion in Neighborhood Watch.

[Obtain work item: Eye Veil]

【Description: Blind in the eyes but not in the heart】

[Effect: When you equip this black eye veil, you can see with your eyes closed, and your dynamic vision is greatly improved.]

The meaning of this thing was a bit unclear, but Du Jue still put on the black veil carefully. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly had a wonderful experience. With the reflection of the communicator, he could see that most of his face was covered with bandages and veil.

"Brandon! You're back after all!"

Duomo came forward happily to greet him, and after an excited conversation, she became worried.

"Brandon, can you still play with us after this?"

"I'm afraid it's no use. The Alliance Company has taken away all my permissions. I can't even sell the drinks in this vending machine."