The seawater lapped at the giant flat bamboo rafts made up of hundreds of bamboo rafts, splashing with fishy salty water.
The humid and warm air made people unable to cheer up, and even the elegant female voice coming from the radio sounded like hypnosis.
This is a huge sea area five thousand nautical miles away from the New World. It is located on the northeast side of the New World. It only takes a month to reach the land at full speed.
Originally, because the disaster magnitude was only reduced by 40%, there were basically no humans in this area.
But recently, more and more people have gone to the New World, and the place has gradually become more lively, with a large number of individual teams arriving every day.
Either trading to replenish fresh food, or asking for news about the New World through the inn. There are also many, like in the radio, looking for mercenaries to defend against pirates who may appear nearby at any time.
At this time, there was a narrow hut built with wooden planks on the bamboo raft. Just after reading the manuscript, Dorothy, who had blond hair, walked out shaking her head like an angry lioness.
"Remember, if they don't pay enough bounty next time, I will kill all these ads!"
"Who knows, we actually exchanged a precious long-distance intelligence opportunity for this thing." She patted the piece of paper recording the information in her hand, and only endless dissatisfaction could be heard in her tone.
In fact, Dorothea would not have been so angry that she went off the air without even finishing the manuscript.
In the past, the bounty price paid for this piece of information would have kept her happy for several days.
But now, the rules of message delivery at sea stations have changed due to the large flow of population.
The charge for delivering the message itself can no longer meet the needs of the post station. They need more valuable information to attract passing humans to buy detailed information and earn the middle price difference.
To purchase this long-distance message, Julang Station spent nearly 300 fish.
Compared to the reward of delivering the message itself...it's more than two hundred swimming fish!
"The charge for advertising usually starts at five hundred. They want to use the price of two hundred to dream!" Looking at the crowded flow of people on the deck, no one came to ask for information.
Dorothea cursed angrily again, angrily tore the toilet paper into pieces, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Yes, she no longer wants to sell this news to other sea stations. Since these damn guys dare to deceive her, they have to pay the price of not being able to deliver their message.
Snapped! The wooden door was slammed by her, and the men standing nearby looked at each other, a little confused for a moment.
However, a few naughty children were running around on the deck. Seeing Dorothea being so angry, they ran to the trash can and took out another paper ball like a prank.
For them who lack entertainment activities, this is the only fun at sea. Soon, a dozen small fragments were put together, and the crooked font reappeared on it.
"Abba, Abba, can this 'Tian Yuan' territory cure the Hell Flower Virus?"
"Yeah?"
"Huh, that's really powerful. I heard that the Hell Flower Virus in the New World seems to be very powerful. If you get it, you will die."
"They should charge for treatment, right? Who knows if it's fishing law enforcement?"
"I seem to have heard of the name Tianyuan...well...I just can't remember where I heard it."
"Let's record their locations first. If we go to the New World and get infected, we can still have hope for treatment."
"It makes sense...Hey, there is no information about their location in this application? Could it be that Dorothea hid it on purpose?"
"If not, then there won't be. We don't have the money to buy information from this vampire." The men who were working did not discuss this. Most of them just wrote down the name Tianyuan and left in a hurry.
After all, this news is just
Just "advertising". They don't get it
As for the "Hell Flower" virus, isn't it unreasonable to pay attention to this thing? As for buying more detailed information from Dorothea, it's even more ridiculous. Who knows what kind of sky-high price she will charge.
It’s better to save more supplies and go to the New World as soon as possible! ...Message transmission is not only hindered in the sea with huge waves.
Since the migration of people led to changes in the rules of post stations, most inns have become more cautious when buying news.
Only a few were as careless as Dorothea. After most people heard the general idea and judged its transaction value, they shook their heads and chose other news.
When the remaining people bought it and found that it was just an insignificant advertisement, they also had different emotions of anger.
Those who are a little calmer can still finish reading the message dutifully, hoping that someone will come to buy the specific information.
Angry people like Dorothea would simply send the sender
"Tianyuan Territory" has been included in the permanent blacklist. And all this was waiting until the intelligence team in the giant tree root area on the edge of the coastline learned about it.
It’s already the night of January 5th!
"These greedy things, do they want to make a fortune by selling intelligence?" Sitting in the simple intelligence sending and receiving station, Bao Lei couldn't help but cursed.
If he hadn't been busy browsing the news on the World Channel, he would probably still be kept in the dark now.
that id
The player "Dorothea" sent three messages in a row with bottomless abuse, as if the territory owed her a lot of money.
And if what she said is true...
"Friends, calm down, calm down, we didn't know this happened."
"Don't worry, we have collected the reward you paid, and we will definitely ensure that this message is delivered within 10,000 nautical miles!" The man sitting across the table kept wiping sweat.
Especially when he saw the pistol exposed from time to time on Bao Lei's waist, his whole body tensed up, fearing that the guy opposite him would suddenly burst out and shoot him in the next second.
"Hall, we have already paid so much as agreed. It is inappropriate for something like this to happen." Thinking that 90% of those who brought the supplies had been paid, Bao Lei was so depressed that he didn't want to speak.
He even wanted to kill the boss directly and let Li Daitao become the manager of the inn. But when he touched the butt of the gun and remembered the lord's instructions when he came, he had to force himself to calm down.
The rules at sea are not as simple as on land. They had seen them many times on the way here, those seemingly kind-hearted guys.
"Good opportunity" shows no mercy than the pirates. If it is said that the New World barely has a trace of order because of the existence of aboriginal people.
Then the sea area where the migration tide is breaking out is a chaotic and disorderly killing field. Fights break out here almost all the time, and injuries occur from time to time.
"Of course, of course I know, I promise you, brother!"
"Give me some time and I'll solve this matter!" Facing the question, Hall was very annoyed, but he still behaved respectfully.
"I'll give you half a day at most, otherwise we'll give you back the remuneration we paid."
"Yes, I'll kill you if you delay. You don't keep your word."
"Don't pretend you don't understand. Did you see that, if you dare to mess around again, I will shoot you directly."
"Didn't this guy steal our money on purpose?" Looking at the boiling Chinese people behind Bao Lei, Hall took a deep breath, stood up and apologized repeatedly.
Originally, he was in a good mood today. The arrival of a large number of foreign humans migrated, which brought many opportunities to make money.
But now this group of people came to attack, making him feel terrible. However, Hall did not stop these people from getting angry on the spot.
This is the only rule he can live by for such a long time, and he will never have a direct conflict with anyone.
He waited until after repeated assurances, it was confirmed that Bao Lei and more than a dozen people had disappeared from sight. After brewing his emotions for a moment, he turned back to the hut and took out a small red piece of paper from under the table.
There is nothing recorded on the front of the small piece of paper, but on the back is a decent-looking skull. Picking up the quill on the table, he started writing quickly, and in a short time he filled the entire front.
After reading it with satisfaction and making sure there were no typos, he got up and went out and hurried to another area on the deck.
As a station near the coast, the scale here is much larger than that at sea. There was even a slum area specially designated to accommodate those unfortunate people in distress.
Arriving at an inconspicuous wooden hut, Hall gently knocked on the door.
"Clarence, are you there? I need you to go out to sea and help me run some small errands."
"Yes, you give orders."
"Give this little card to the blood slaves and tell them that if they can succeed, they will agree to what they asked me to do last time."
"Blood slaves? Aren't they pirates?"
"Shh, I don't want anyone to know about this." Hearing Clarence's question, Hall's expression changed and he quickly raised his voice.
As a prominent figure in the Giant Tree Root Station, he kept a lot of white gloves specifically to deal with this troublesome work.
It’s just that there have been too many treatments recently, and the number of reliable white gloves has dropped sharply. Newly trained people like Clarence obviously don't know their mission yet.
"After doing this, I will give you a thousand halons, and I will also find you a reliable tribe to go to the New World."
"When the time comes, you won't have to take your brother around with you anymore." Sometimes emotions are also a weapon.
Hall is very good at attacking people's weaknesses, especially poor people who have more worries. This is also one of his criteria for finding white gloves.
Those greedy blood slaves will not obediently send back the prey that comes to them. They will squeeze out the last drop of blood before stopping like animals.
And when Clarence succeeds, his brother will also become the next reliable white glove. Then you can use the excuse of looking for your brother to easily trick him into performing the next mission.
However, the subsequent development this time did not go as he imagined. Clarence's questioning voice did not stop, but his tone increased a bit.
"Sir, the blood slaves have been to the inn several times recently. The inn manager even offered a reward to find the insider who leaked the information... Please ask me to inform them now..."
"Shut up, you stupid thing." Hearing the voice inside, Hall's face changed drastically, and his left and right hands involuntarily touched the butt of the gun at his waist.
Miscalculation, the white glove chosen this time turned out to be a guy with some brains. Shouldn't he focus on the reward of a thousand hairangs?
When those white gloves in the past heard this reward, they were like animals that had lost their minds and just wanted to complete the task quickly.
With it, let alone going to the New World, you can enter the upper class society even at the inn! But now... looking at the wooden door that was not locked, Hall gritted his teeth and felt so heartbroken that he chose to kick it open.
If it's just a question, then there's still room for training. But I already knew about the reward, and even contacted the blood slaves who had successfully attacked several times recently...
"Child, you forced me to do this." The darkness in the room caused Tong Kong to shrink for a moment. At first, Hall didn't fully see where Clarence was standing.
He raised the revolver and placed it carefully against the wall, blinking constantly to adjust to the environment in the room. But the next second, his raised arm couldn't help but freeze, and he only felt a metallic coldness on the left and right sides of his head.
"Old fox, I see you are really tired of living." Beside the thin Clarence, Bao Lei was sitting on a stool with a flourish.
Surrounded by four humans with rifles, a few people silently gathered at the door of the house.
"It seems that you are the one who colluded with the blood slaves, right?"
"No, please listen to my explanation." Horrified as he watched the card being taken away by Bao Lei, Hall subconsciously raised his revolver to aim.
However, the poor silly boy seemed to have forgotten that there were two guns on his head. Just when he raised his hand, a roaring sound rang in his ears.
In an instant, red and white water splashed high, and the lake filled the whole house.
"Fuck, why did you hit him?" Bao Lei, who looked at Hall whose head had exploded and blood splattered all over his face, was stunned.
He originally thought that with this excuse, he could blackmail Hall into interrogating him to get useful information and complete the task at the same time.
Now, once the gun is fired, everything changes. Big trouble is coming!
"It misfired. He misfired on his own." The innocent soldier pointed at Hall's left hand, and saw that there was still smoke from the revolver.
Under high tension, he subconsciously aimed with his right hand, but forgot that he was holding the gun in his left hand.
When the trigger was pulled, the muzzle of the gun moved upward due to inertia and was just aimed at the head.
"What a fool, he can beat himself to death."
"Trouble, we are really in big trouble this time!" Fortunately, the revolver was equipped with a silencer, and coupled with the crashing waves, it did not attract attention in this slum area.
Looking at the body lying on the ground, Bao Lei wiped the blood from his face, feeling confused. The message failed to get through, and now it's in big trouble.
The manager of this giant tree root sea area has an army under his command. Although the number is not large, only about 500 people, their combat skills are so amateurish that they cannot even defeat a tenth of the number of pirates.
But if you get entangled with them, you will definitely have to forget about the subsequent intelligence transmission work. The manager of this inn will definitely put a few people on the blacklist. If they are not lucky, the territory may also suffer.
By then, everyone passing by will know that someone is coming from
Bandits in the "Tian Yuan" territory. Angrily punching the floor, Bao Lei stood up without saying a word.
"Deal with him, we have to solve this big problem ourselves!"
"Don't worry, boss, I will never let anyone find any traces."
"I will go back and control his men now. No one will leak the news."
"By the time they find the dead man, we will have already fled away." The other soldiers in the room had obviously thought of the consequences and were busy making plans.
Just hearing their words made Bao Lei's already swollen head hurt even more. He couldn't help but look at the only outsider in the room, the thin young man who was regarded as a white glove by Hall.
However, what surprised him was that the child didn't have any fear at all, but looked excited.
"Sir, you have done a great thing!"
"oh?"
"You have found the traitor in our giant tree root station. We no longer have to be afraid of sneak attacks by blood slaves!"
"What?"
"This card says...your characteristics, Hall...Hall must want to ask the blood slaves to kill you."
"We should go find the manager immediately. The bonus of five thousand hailang is ours!" The thin young man's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, holding up the blood-stained card in his hand.
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