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Chapter 410 Junkrat Premiere
Using the background setting of "Road Hog", the core of the Australian omnic center exploded after being attacked, and the landscape of the Australian outback has now undergone irreversible changes.

The story of "Junkrat" takes place after Mark Rutledge led the ALF uprising, and the fusion core of the Omnic Center was blown up, which caused a huge explosion.

The area is now a barren and radiated wasteland, littered with the ruins of an omnibus.

But even so, there is still a group of humans who call themselves "junkers" survived.

They scavenge through the wreckage for anything that can be used, and gradually form a brutal and dangerous group.

Junkrat was one of them, living off the metal he scavenged from the ruins.

Like everyone else, he was irradiated and thus turned into a madman obsessed with dangerous bombs.

Junkrat's real name is Jamison Falks, Australian, 25 years old.

Few people know this information, because he never mentioned his real name outside, and has always called himself "Junkrat".

Junkrat's skin seemed to have been smoked by black smoke. It was dull gray from head to toe. It was not known whether it was due to malnutrition or other reasons. The exposed upper body was skinny.

The blond hair was divided into several bunches and stood up high. The tips of the hair seemed to be set on fire, and they were indeed set on fire. There were sparks floating outward, and explosives were hung on both shoulders, like a vicious terrorist.

During a fight, he fell from a height and broke his right arm and leg, so he has mechanical prosthetics for both.The forearm seemed to be wearing a pair of metal gloves, and the right leg was like an awl, which was scary.Wearing baggy shorts, a long white sock and a high-top leather boot on the full left foot.

With a natural unmodified awl face and a sharp chin that can stab people to death, it doesn't look like a good person with evil eyebrows and mouse eyes.

Indeed, he is not a good person, and he has nothing to do with being good. Asking him to reward you with a meal is worse than asking the sky to show mercy and throw you a pie.

Junkrat is notorious in Junktown, he is a lunatic in the eyes of outsiders, and everyone avoids him when they see him.But he himself lived a carefree life, not caring what others pointed at him, picking up trash every day, going to the bar to drink some wine, happy like a fairy.

The reason why this lunatic can gain a foothold in Junkertown is not only the Queen's favor, but also Junkrat's own efforts. He is a lunatic, but he is also a genius.

A combination of genius and madman!
In the current environment, no one is willing to help a stranger. Even a friend may stab you in the back and steal your food, so Junkrat never depends on anyone.

With a broken arm and a broken leg, I rummaged through the metal trash by myself, and after disinfection, I thought about making mechanical prosthetics by myself.

Or how could he be a genius?
Through his own efforts, Junkrat successfully made artificial arms and artificial legs.Although it's a bit shabby, it doesn't affect the normal use. Even when running, it still limps. The main reason is that the materials are limited. There are no metals to choose from in the garbage dump, and some of them are very good.

The queen brought guns to her loyal dogs. Junkrat was robbed of his garbage several times. In resentment, he once again searched for metal garbage and made weapons by himself.

Over the course of several months, he created a weapon that other Junkers considered powerful—the grenade launcher.

But he never felt that there was anything to be proud of. He just wanted to live, and then went to see the prosperity outside, it was as simple as that.

Weapons alone are not enough. He also uses the rubbish he picked up to trade with others in exchange for gunpowder to make shells, explosives, and landmines by himself.The excess metal trash was turned into a bear trap by him. Although there were no wild animals in this wasteland, it was also extremely practical for dealing with people. It could cast shadows at night and block roads during the day.

These things made him stand out in Junker Town, becoming an existence that other junkers dare not provoke.From now on, almost no one would dare to snatch any garbage he was targeting, unless the other party had a large number of people.

Junkrat was still uneasy, so he hung explosives all over his body again. If he was targeted by others, he would be able to give him a back when he was dying. He would not be able to make it easier for others. This is his law of survival in the wasteland.

After such an uneventful few months, Junkrat didn't save any trash or money, and he used them in exchange for the necessary materials for making projectiles.

On a new day, the scumbags left the scumbag town to pick up garbage as usual. The things in the scumbag town have been searched by everyone, and only the outside world will have new garbage.

Junkrat has long been used to this kind of life. He got up early and ate something before setting off with his tools. The scumbags rushed one by one in order to pick up more trash.

Usually in groups of three or four to avoid being robbed by other gangs of scumbags.

Although the Queen expressly stipulates that junkers cannot snatch garbage belonging to each other, but this clear text is only established in Junker Town, and there are no rules outside the town.

The death of a scumbag will not cause any disturbances outside, no one will hurt you, they will only take away your things, and leave no clothes for you, and no one will come close to the stench of the natural corrosion , will be eaten by insects until only a skeleton remains, and in the end the skeleton will disappear with the wind.

Leaving no trace in this world is the cruel wasteland life.

If you want to survive, you have to be the younger brother of the big boss and live without dignity.Either strengthen yourself, whether you will be hungry tomorrow depends on your personal ability, and if you starve to death, you can only blame yourself for your incompetence. Junkrat resolutely chose the latter.

Facts have proved that he chose the right one, he has no worries about food and drink now, and those gangs all avoided him when they saw him.

No one wants to get into trouble with this explosive maniac. If you can't kill him after a conflict, your house might blow up one day.

Junkrat traveled a long distance a few days ago, and was pleasantly surprised to find an abandoned factory, which contained a lot of metal garbage, and it would not be able to move it out anytime soon.He came here as usual today, but found that it was occupied by a gang.

"Bastards, I discovered this first!"

Junkrat stood at the gap in the iron wall and roared in.

"What are you yelling about? We were the ones looking for it first, you're just a latecomer, go back, Junkrat, we don't want to contradict you, and besides, you have nothing to prove..."

The boss is a muscular man. It is not easy to maintain his muscles in this harsh environment. Being the boss is indeed a bit of a skill.

"I peed in it."

"Come on, can we wait for you to come? Fuck it! If you are reluctant to part with this factory, you can choose to join us. Your ability will definitely create more wealth for us. We will share [-]-[-]% of the treasures we find in the future. Six, you four." The muscular man said.

"I can find better ones."

Junkrat was not afraid of the crowd, but it was a pity that the grenades were running out and there was no time to replenish them. If the fight started, he might not be able to please him, so he simply gave up.

Living is more important than anything else, but he will never sell his dignity to work for others, it is impossible in this life!
(End of this chapter)