"You're one hell of a dangerous person, aren't you?" Adams added.
"No comment."
"What are you doing with these equipment? I'm not sure that scavenging the Northbury area needs this kind of equipment," Adams asked.
"I'm doing whatever I need to make sure that I get money and whatever I need to make sure that I survive long enough in here," Dean added.
"Such as?"
"Do you really want to know?" Dean asked.
"Dean, that's a rhetoric question."
"Bounty hunting."
"So, this is the only reason that you managed to botch all of the assassination attempts to your friends when you have the chance. It's simply because you are the hunter, not the hunted," Adams took a conclusion.
"Yes."
Adams sighed. He wasn't exactly the gem of humanity, but he wasn't a bounty hunter either. Now it opened up another chapter of Dean's life. He had known that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to survive this long in his kind of environment. Truth be told, Dean always carried Kilo on his back.
