I let out a satisfied breath as the drugs entered my system. My muscles loosend and my mind became sharper. It was a familiar feeling, one I had no shame in admitting I loved. You had to love the drugs or youd suffer.

I headed out, slamming the rusted door of my old rickety truck. I winced as flakes of paint fell off. One of these days I was gonna sell this piece of shit truck. That day was not today seeing as how it is was my home and all.

Still, if this job pained out I might get to rent out an actual apartment. For a few weeks anyways. I walked casually across the direct parking lot. It wasn't the fanciest place but id meant clients in much worse areas.

Three men wearing dark baggy clothes eyed me apprehensively while guarding a large box of what was probably combat drugs. Very illegal for civilians to have for fairly obvious reasons. I just gave them a smile, all teeth.

"You the Darwin?" The man in the middle said. His features hidden by his hoody and his voice had a gruff frankness to it.

"Sure am!" I replied cheerily. I made sure my gun was loaded. After all I knew what he was gonna ask.

"Your profile says your a Regen. Prove it"

Yep, always the same with these types. Really it wounded me how little trust people had with strangers these days.

Sighing I pulled out the revolver from the holster hidden by my plain white shirt. A place the firing end of the gun to my temple and pressed the trigger. Wincing as the bulling tore through my skull though the wounds healed as soon as the bullet passed through completely.

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"Okay. Pay is 2k on delivery and 20% of the merchandise"

That was pretty standered. It effectively added up to 5k as combat drugs could be sold for about 100 a pill. However, do to the difficulty involved in getting said drugs most gangs had learned to offer a percentage to couriers who would be more then happy with that over hard cash.

"Sounds fair." With that we went over details while the other 2 men loaded the case into my very unimpressive truck. Once I had a location I got back in my car and drove off.

Of course it didn't take long for someone to start shooting at me. You didn't hire druggies to do drop offs like this for a reason. That reason was that rival gangs would without fail, attack whoever was doing the drop off.

I slowed down the trunk waiting for the shooters to get close. I heard the soft vroom as a group of men dressed in white robes and masks started the age old game of ram their car into my car. I still wondered how my truck managed to survive these jobs.

The outfit pointed to them as purist. A gang that refused to use drugs, seeing the act as sinful. They were same idiots who needed to eat rats because they refused to take vitainjections. In other words soon to be dead dumbasses.

The purists aim was wild as they tried to aim despite the jerky movements of their car. Some even managed to hit me with wounds healing in the blink of an eye. I calmly pulled out a blue colored pill before tossing it in my mouth.

The world changed... Well changed was the wrong word to describe the feeling as the duelcon pill entered my system. It was more that I could focus on more the one thing at time, allowing me to notice details I wouldnt have noticed normally like how many pieces of gravel were on the ground.

It also meant that I could both drive and shoot without having to divide my constitution unlike the idiots in the robes. I fired 1 round into the driver and looked on in satisfaction as the car swerved right into a nearby tree.