The user of the wooden escape in the world of pirates

Chapter 127

At first, Motuo thought that it would take a little time and effort to find the information market on Imbrae Island.After all, no matter how famous the underground black market is, it must be hidden "underground"!
But he did not expect that the information market on Imbrae Island would be opened in such a grandiose manner, like a vegetable market, in the downtown area of ​​the island...

Mo Tuo, who was standing at the entrance of the intelligence market, was a little dazed... This... the scene here made him feel that it was impossible for him to have anything to do with intelligence or the black market.The black market in his imagination should be to quietly come to a long-abandoned factory building, and then after entering, he will only see a beggar lying there... Then the two of them have a "king of heaven, Gaidihu, little chicken" A piece of five" or something, and then he will open a small door for you, and there is a hole in it...

Well, that's what's written in the novel.

But why is it different here?

Are they... so blatant!
Mo Tuo glanced inside again, and walked in with everyone with doubts.

Entering the interior of the market, the atmosphere is completely different from the outside.

While walking and watching, Mo Tuo found that there were not only some people who bought and sold information, but also a series of service industries attached to this prosperous information market...

Of course, this was Motuo's idea. According to Piot, "There are a lot of girls here..."

Ahem, there is no need to mention this kind of thing, anyway, under the great brilliance, Mo Tuo has no such opportunity.

Grievous looked at the ways of selling information here and was quite interested.

Following Grievous's gaze, it was a stall that is very common in this information market. It can be seen that the seller of this information is a person with a lot of power behind him.

Otherwise, the collection of hundreds of pieces of information from more than a dozen islands is not something that anyone can simply collect.

All the information on this booth is arranged one by one according to the island name and chronological order.But on the booth, there are only sheets of white paper with the names of islands and people written on them.There is nothing on the white paper except for the bare names of places and people.

Some white papers even have only one location!
Grievous stepped forward and asked the stall owner, "Do you have any information about the civilians on the trafficking island in the North Sea!"

The owner of this information booth is a person of normal stature - this normality is compared to an unusually tall person like Mo Tuo.Nearly two meters tall, with very thick arms, plus thick chest muscles...

This guy is wearing a dog face mask and a white cape...

With this style of painting, Mo Tuo almost thought that he was cross-cutting, and ran to the fire movie studio next door.

He couldn't help it, so he interjected: "As long as there are flying leaves..."

If this is really a person from that place, there should be some reactions to these words. Mo Tuo promises that under his concentrated observation, no reaction on the body of the intelligence stall owner opposite him can escape his own perception. .

However, to his rejoicing and disappointment, the boss's reaction was the same as that of any bewildered person, other than that, there was no unnecessary reaction.

The boss turned his face to Mo Tuo, and a muffled voice came out from under the mask: "What are you talking about, guest?"

Grievous on the side was also full of doubts, but he didn't ask it face to face. Instead, he turned back and asked the boss if there was any news about some organizations in the North Sea selling islands and civilians on merchant ships as goods, so as to fight The doubts of the boss were broken.

Mott shot Grievous a thankful look.

The intelligence boss who was pulled back to the real deal didn't think too much about the question that Motuo raised without thinking, and started bargaining with Grievous instead.

The two argued over the price of a piece of information in this regard in the hands of the stall owner.The stall owner insisted that this information is less than 100 million Baileys and will not sell it!Grievous disagreed with the offer, and the two argued endlessly.

Later, Ellie in the team really couldn't bear it anymore, and joined the ranks of bargaining.The stall owner couldn't stand the two men's verbal swords... Finally, he reluctantly agreed to Grievous's report of 70 Baileys.

After getting a deposit of about half of the total price of 35 Baileys, the intelligence boss took out a kraft paper bag from behind, took out a small stack of treatments from it, and handed it to Grievous, motioning them to have a look.

After taking it, Grievous flipped through it for a while, returned this part, and said, "That's right, what we want is such a document..."

The stall owner nodded, and continued to ask in his muffled voice: "Then you make up the rest of the money, and I will give you all the information immediately!"

Grievous turned to look at Motuo, who nodded.So Grievous immediately asked Miss Donna, who was in charge of the financial power of the "Red Blood" pirate group, to make up the rest of the money, and then got a whole kraft paper bag handed over by the stall owner.

I took it out and checked it roughly, and found that there is no problem.No matter the format, content, or any other aspect, it was fabricated by the unrestricted shares—in such a short period of time, it was impossible to fabricate such thorough and rigorous information—clearly organized and logically self-consistent...

The stall owner couldn't help laughing as he watched Mo Tuo carefully examine the information inside.

"Hahahahaha, junior, in this information market, no one dares to sell information based on fabricated facts!"

"? Why? The supervision here..." Motuo glanced at the supervisors around who showed no signs of existence, "Aren't the supervisions strict here too! What time are you guys here!"

The intelligence boss just made a big deal, and his mood has recovered a lot.He waved his hand, "The rules here cannot be guarded by a few sporadic so-called regulators!"

"All the rules here have become iron-like rules under the flesh and blood of the first group of people who are not willing to abide by the rules... If I love to sell fake information here... ...tomorrow my body will be separated from my own head!"

Mott and Grievous glanced at each other, and at the same time asked the intelligence boss: "Then who is the manager here, or the original founder of this intelligence market?"

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(End of this chapter)