Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 477 Transaction Information
where is it?

This question immediately expressed the aspirations of everyone.

Did Wang Teng really capture the members of the Nanfeng Organization?

You know, Wang Teng used this reason to invite everyone to watch the trial this time.

But now, there are many rumors outside. Some people say that this small town No. [-] is not a trap of the Nanfeng organization at all, but a trap of many mercenary organizations, because Wang Teng wants to wash his hands.

Everyone is not a fool, they all understand the meaning behind the words "Golden Basin Washing Your Hands".

It's impossible to say not to worry.

Will Wang Teng really use them as bargaining chips for whitewashing and sell them to those serious organizations?

"Let the brothers enjoy their eyesight!"

"Yeah, there are still two days to see it, and I feel itchy when I think about it!"

Everyone shouted one after another, some people just want to make a noise, it doesn't matter if they can see it or not.

But there are also people who really want to see it.

Only when they really saw the members of the Nanfeng organization who were arrested, their suspicions would dissipate a little.

After all, the mercenaries are all veterans of false propaganda, and no one can be sure whether those so-called members of the South Wind Organization are real members, or are they just pretending to be slaves or ordinary people?
It has been a tradition since ancient times to kill the good and pretend to be meritorious.

"What's the hurry, everyone?"

The person at the registration office looked at everyone, frowned slightly, and asked, "There are two days left, so I can't wait? You are so patient, how can Lord Wang Teng trust you?"

"Hey, brothers, it's just talking, it's fine if you don't see it now." Someone below laughed dryly.

"Don't worry, what you should see will naturally be seen by you, don't think about it!"

The person at the registration office waved his hand and said, "Come in and register first. After registration, go to the town to have fun. Two days will pass in the blink of an eye!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked back to the registration room, without giving the many mercenaries outside a chance to ask questions again.

After entering the room, the man's face suddenly darkened, and he whispered to the people around him: "Go and check the first few people who made the noise just now, I suspect they are the undercover agents of the Nanfeng Organization, or they may be Yi For those who sneak in after Rong, you have to check in detail, name, age, past experience, organization, etc., all have to be checked out for me!"

"Yes!"

The people around him retreated immediately and followed his instructions to investigate.

In this critical period, it is better to kill the wrong than to let it go.

Even if the opponent is not a member of the Nanfeng Organization, as long as he shows the slightest sign of something wrong, he can be listed as an assassination target.

If you can't find out too much information, then kill it directly, and it's over!
But at this time, outside the registration office, the mercenaries who were the ones leading the conversation just now were completely unaware of the coming crisis.

A group of nano-robots sent by Su Xia were also here and witnessed everything that happened.

He didn't expect those mercenaries to find out where the kidnapped members of the South Wind Organization were being held. He just watched the excitement here.

"The rumors circulating outside are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and these mercenaries are suspicious."

In the scene just now, Su Xia had a panoramic view of the expressions of both sides.

A lot of things are hidden in the details, as long as you observe carefully, you can see some signs.

Su Xia withdrew her mind and continued to observe the vision returned to him by the other groups of nano-robots.

In addition to bars, the Colosseum, casinos and other locations, the trading market in the center of the town is also an area where dragons and snakes are mixed and information exchanges are dense.

The trading market in the No. [-] town is much larger than that of the town that Su Xia destroyed before, at least five times larger.

Before he got close, he could hear a loud voice.

Some people are yelling, some are bargaining, and some are testing products. All kinds of voices are mixed together, and it looks like an ordinary vegetable market.

The smells of cigarettes, gunpowder smoke, alcohol, perfume, etc. were also mixed together, making the smell in the whole market extremely complex and unspeakably unpleasant.

But the mercenaries who come and go have long been accustomed to it.

"Treasure map! The treasure map is for sale! The yellow sand treasure located in the northwest of the mainland! The legendary ancient city of civilization buried in yellow sand!"

"Slave contract, sold at a cheap price, first come first served, accept bargaining, can be bartered!"

"The land contract is located in the outskirts of Southwest Fish Scale City, with a total area of ​​[-] square meters. It can be used as a temporary residence. It is now for sale at a reduced price..."

"AN-16 assault rifle, 7.62mm, produced by Anluo Company, not a handmade workshop, with official quality certification, fake one will pay ten..."

"..."

The market is crowded with people, it is very lively, and all kinds of voices are intertwined.

The things on each booth are also dazzling, colorful, colorful, big things and small gadgets, which makes people overwhelmed.

Even in normal times, the trading market in the center of No. [-] Town is an extremely lively place, let alone now.

There are too many mercenary organizations that have entered the town these days.

Many mercenary organizations have some useless materials in their hands and want to exchange them, and the trading market has naturally become their first choice.

At a glance, hundreds of booths were crowded, some mercenaries even fought for the booth, and some shared a booth.

There was really no room for crowding in the market, so they continued to squeeze on the roads in all directions.

So much so that both sides of the street outside are filled with all kinds of supplies.

The mercenaries with trading ideas sat on the ground, spread a rag directly in front of them, and then placed various things on it, so that it was considered a temporary booth.

"It's really lively."

Su Xia controlled the nano-robot, walked around the trading market, and saw a lot of good things.

In this large-scale trading center, there are actually a lot of genuine weapons produced by Anluo Company, including automatic pistols, semi-automatic rifles, high-precision sniper rifles, individual rocket launchers, small-caliber mortars, etc. wait.

As for the bullets of various calibers produced by An Luo Company, there are as many as you want.

As long as the money is enough, the weapons and ammunition are enough!

Judging by its condition, most of them are brand new and have not been used at all.

"How did these brand-new standard equipment flow out of Anluo Company?"

Su Xia looked over row by row, her expression focused.

Although An Luo's products could be seen in some places in the past, most of them were second-hand, and many of them were eliminated from the battlefield, or simply picked up from the corpses of dead soldiers.

Only the city defense departments of each city are eligible to order this brand new standard weapon.

Su Xia did the math, the regular Anluo company standard weapons in the market in front of him are enough to equip an entire infantry regiment, and even two artillery battalions can be assembled.

With so many standard weapons, even Su Xia's North Wind Organization didn't have one.

"The mercenaries are really rich. When they run out of supplies, they will ransack a mercenary town and let them develop for a period of time. After they develop well, they will loot again." Such thoughts flashed through Su Xia's mind, but He quickly shook his head again.

There should be no such thing as a mercenary town, and it should be eliminated as soon as possible.

Mercenaries accumulated bloody wealth by plundering ordinary people. If Su Xia really let them develop, what is the difference between himself and those mercenaries?
The longer they live, the more ordinary people will suffer.

In this trading market, at least thousands of slaves were kept in cold cages, and everyone was forced to sign a slave contract.

They were originally ordinary people who were free, but their fate was unlucky and they encountered this troubled world.

In front of the nanorobot controlled by Su Xia, there was a mercenary bargaining with the slave seller.

"How much is this slave?" The mercenary pointed to a slave in an iron cage.

"Five thousand, the same price." The stall owner replied calmly.

"It costs five thousand? Why don't you go grab it?" The mercenary narrowed his eyes and spoke in a bad tone.

"My slave is in good health, not the sick things in other booths. If you buy him back, whether it is mining as a slave labor or reclaiming wasteland for you, it can create a value far exceeding five thousand .” The stall owner said lazily.

"Hmph! Healthy? Who knows how long he will live?"

In the wilderness, only firearms, food, crop seeds, fuel oil, medicines, etc. can be regarded as hard currencies, and the prices have remained high, in a relatively stable range.

And slaves are not hard currency, and the price has been fluctuating, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds.

Some mercenary organizations have mines, lumberyards, quarries, etc., and need a lot of slave labor, so they will buy slaves who look healthy at a low price, squeeze those slaves to death, and try to squeeze out far away before they die. Value beyond the purchase price.

However, in the early years, some slave traders did not follow the rules, shoddy, and deliberately gave some seriously ill slaves hyperactive drugs to make them look refreshed.

Many mercenary organizations have been deceived, after all, they can't see the length of the blood bars on everyone's head.

Because of those swindlers, the price of slaves has dropped again and again.

A few years ago, the average price was close to ten thousand, but now it is one or two thousand. If the sale is late, even the food for the slaves will not be able to earn back.

In general, among slaves, females are more expensive than males, and younger ones are more expensive than old ones

Twenty-thirty-year-old slaves are often the best sellers, and there is no need to worry about sales.

"Two thousand and five, I want this slave!" The mercenary started rewarding the family, cutting the price in half.

"Two thousand and five? Are you dreaming?"

The stall owner was not polite, pointed at the slave in the cage and said, "Look at his physique, do you think he can buy it for two thousand five?"

"Then make a price, five thousand is too much, and you know that." The mercenary said.

"Five thousand, the same price, I can give you another message." The stall owner replied.

"What news? Who knows if your news is worth anything?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely worth it!" The stall owner directly assured, "If it's not worth it, I'll have nothing to do with you knocking over my stall."

"That!"

The mercenary stopped talking nonsense, and directly took out a stack of thin bills from his pocket, which were exactly [-] yuan bills, no more, no less, exactly fifty bills, and patted them directly in front of the stall owner.

He stared and said, "The money is here, let me tell you something about you."

"Ah."

The stall owner's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to pick up the stack of banknotes without counting them, and put them directly into his wallet.

Then, he looked up at the mercenary, and asked slowly: "Southwest Mercenary Union, do you know?"

"Of course I know!"

A trace of disdain flashed across the mercenary's face, and he said, "Isn't it just those disgusting bastards who claim to be decent people? Everyone is a mercenary. Who hasn't had blood on their hands? They just have a memorial archway!"

"Why, don't you want to be a decent figure in the mercenary union?" the stall owner asked him.

"Heh, how comfortable I am in the wilderness. I can do whatever I want. Why go to those so-called formal organizations? Go in and be restrained and angry?"

"You really don't want to?"

"Of course I don't want to!"

"Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean other people don't want to."

The stall owner looked at the mercenary and said something meaningful.

The mercenary's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "What the hell do you mean? Do you think I don't know about those rumors? They're all fake!"

"Brother, there are some things that everyone knows. Don't be stubborn. I know what you think."

The stall owner smiled slightly and stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to shake hands with the mercenary.

However, from the perspective of the mercenary, one could see that the stall owner was holding a ball of paper in his hand.

The content on the paper ball is naturally the news that the stall owner said.

Obviously, this news is related to the recent rumors, and it may be evidence that a high-level mercenary organization wants to wash their hands!

The mercenary's expression changed, and after looking around for a few times, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to shake the hand of the stall owner, took the ball of paper from the stall owner's palm, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't lie to me!"

He said viciously: "My brothers are everywhere around here. If you dare to lie to me, you will not end well. Just remember!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry, not even asking for the slave, not even looking at it.

For a total of 5000 yuan, I only bought one paper ball.

Obviously, the recent gossip among the mercenaries has made many mercenaries feel uneasy, and this mercenary is one of them.

Although he said he didn't believe it, his behavior had already betrayed his inner thoughts.

Su Xia was on the side, witnessing the whole process from the perspective of nano-robots.

"What's in the paper ball?" He was also a little curious, "Also, something is wrong with the stall owner and the slave in the cage..."

As a person who often changes her appearance, Su Xia has experience in changing her appearance.

He felt that the facial expression of the stall owner was not natural, and the twitching of the corners of his mouth was not normal when he spoke. It looked like he was wearing a human skin mask.

That is to say, if it were someone else, he would not be able to see this little problem at all.

Moreover, the slave in the iron cage didn't look like a slave either.

Although he looked disheveled and his clothes were tattered, his lowered eyes were very calm, without the numbness or fear of the rest of the slaves.

Through the tattered clothes, you can vaguely see a few scars on his arms, all of which are old wounds, not recent ones.

"A stall owner is not a stall owner, and a slave is not a slave."

After a brief observation, Su Xia came to a conclusion.

"It's someone who infiltrated from the South Wind Organization."

(End of this chapter)