Gods: The Swarm

"Swish, swish..."

"Ah......!"

As the cold water mixed with ice chips poured down on his head, Moore, who was soaked, bounced up from the alloy floor of the ship.

The biting coldness on his body made his confused brain start working immediately.

Moore's consciousness was also instantly awakened by this sudden stimulation.

When he opened his eyelids suddenly, the first thing he saw was the extremely dazzling light. The overexposed lamps pierced the darkness in the room and illuminated the room in a white.

The distorted strong light did not bring any warmth and comfort to Moore, but made him feel a strong sense of oppression.

Coupled with the bone-piercing coldness emitted by the residual ice water on the floor, the entire cell was filled with a cold atmosphere that made him extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, in front of Moore, a kinetic armor with a height of more than two meters, and the bionic crew members around the armor who were seriously alert, were looking down at him who was unable to move.

In just two seconds, Moore sensed something was wrong through the feeling of being restrained and the attitude of looking down at the front.

The cargo ship rioted, and after the situation was completely out of control, Moore had no choice but to start his emergency life-saving measures.

Now that he was out of the life support chamber, he should have been saved.

But the guys in front of him who pulled him out of the sunken ship exuded a faint aura that did not seem like kind-hearted rescuers passing by.

The treatment he received now was actually more like a captive.

In just a moment, Moore thought of the reason. The ship that could save him must have had a route that was not too different from his.

The ship that dared to take this kind of no-man's-land route must not be a good man or woman.

At this time, Moore, who was used to judging the situation, instantly changed his expression to a grateful one with his long-term experience in making a living in the interstellar.

"Star Sea Bless! Thank you for your rescue, my friend."

"I know the rules. I, Moore, will never treat badly those who are willing to lend a helping hand during the voyage."

"Although my ship is destroyed, I still have divine energy crystals worth 200,000 divine power."

"I am willing to use them to thank you for saving my life this time."

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Han Fei, who had just asked the bionic man to use a bucket of ice water to wake up this Aaron, heard this series of words after waking up, and a strong sense of playfulness immediately appeared on his face in the power armor helmet.

As a grasshopper in his own heart, Han Fei did not intend to get some useful information out in advance before starting to torture.

"Hehe, Ailon, are you going to give me a price to get rid of my meal?"

"Two hundred thousand divine powers? I have seen the goods on your ship."

"You can get so many high-end goods, including a lot of cats and dragons. You can afford two hundred thousand divine powers to do such a big business?"

"It seems that your life is really worthless. You are wasting my time."

At this point, Han Fei, who was wearing power armor, raised his head and snapped his fingers.

"Throw him out of the ship."

In the second half, Han Fei was obviously talking to the bionic man beside him.

After hearing Han Fei's words, Moore did not panic and scream.

On the contrary, his heart, which was originally clenched, was slightly relaxed after Han Fei's words.

Because, Han Fei's meaning in this short conversation was very obvious.

You gave too little, you have to pay more!

Since the other party is seeking profit, and he doesn't seem to care about his goods, then his life is saved this time.

Without waiting for the bionic man to move, Moore hurriedly said: "No, no, no, my friend, you misunderstood me. I will pay a rescue fee according to the rules. This 200,000 divine power is just a thank you."

"As long as you can send me to Ventoston safely, I can give you all my belongings stored there, and you can get 80,000 divine power crystals."

Han Fei waved to stop the bionic man who was about to move forward, and his voice came out again, but there was a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Ventoston? I haven't heard of it! What is that place? Where is it located?"

Moore saw that the bionic bodies had indeed stopped moving. While relaxing in his heart, he also explained respectfully on the surface:

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. It's a wandering interstellar city and the most smuggled goods trading center in the nearby star field."

Moore's answer made Han Fei interested.

"Black market?"

Moore nodded honestly.

"Yes, it is one of the most reputable black markets in the nearby star field."

This surprised Han Fei a little. He didn't expect that this guy actually had a black market channel.

But think about it, for large-scale smuggling and slave trading, cargo handling must involve dealing with the black market.

But this Moore didn't know how long he had been lying in the life support cabin. Han Fei estimated that the location of the black market had changed a long time ago.

"Can you still find its location now?"

Moore's answer to Han Fei's question seemed very confident.

"Of course, as long as I haven't been dormant for more than ten years, I can determine the coordinates and time of Ventoston's nearest stop. Even if it's more than ten years, I can find the next stop of Ventoston."

Looking at the confident look of this light-skinned alien, Han Fei sneered again.

"Oh, okay, but you are a slave trader doing such a big business, and you only have 80,000 crystals of divine power, which is all your property? Are you kidding me?"

Seeing that Han Fei was still not satisfied with the price, Moore felt like crying but had no tears.

"Well, I really didn't lie to you. These slaves belong to the owners of the goods. I am only responsible for running errands and delivering goods. If I were really rich, I wouldn't have to drive such a broken ship."

Seeing that he didn't look like a fake, Han Fei felt that it was enough to continue to ask questions, so he waved his hand and said:

"Okay, the chat time is over, let's talk about business now."

Hearing this, Moore looked at Han Fei in confusion, not understanding what he meant at all.

Just in front of him, the helmet that had been covering Han Fei's face slowly rose, and a young human face entered his pupils.

The moment he realized that the opponent was a human, fear instantly appeared on Moore's face.