As they strode up the dusty road, some noticed the new outsiders, but their weapons told everyone around them that they were not to be trifled with.
The target of this transaction was the Sleeping Lizard Hunter Tribe. Rozim searched with his eyes for the ribbed or corrugated metal plates used to put the shacks together, hoping to see a secret signal for meeting. It had to be said that there was nothing in the bottom nest. Aesthetics - Although they tried hard to imitate the orthodox Baroque design of the Empire, the actual result was only upside-down decorations and random graffiti.
Soon, he saw the code, walked to the iron door, and knocked gently seven times.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door opened, and half of his face was revealed in the dim light, like a ghost.
He looked at Rozim, and then said in rough Gothic:
"The black-mouthed boss?"
"No, it's Bai Zui."
The other party nodded and made way.
Rozim and others walked in. This was a two-story hut. The transaction place was on the second floor. There was a huge coffee table and several sofas. Rozim was sitting on the sofa with a metal suitcase at hand. I stood there with my arms crossed, and everyone else found their places.
In a burst of gentle footsteps, another door opened, and several men in camouflage uniforms walked in. The leader of the group blushed like a man who had been exposed to the sun. It was easy to identify him as a hunter or a wandering adventurer. Home - This type is too common in the bottom nest. He has a thin face, a black goatee and brown eyes that keep moving, making him look like a killer. He is the only one not wearing camouflage uniforms, maroon The top is paired with scarlet braid and lime green knee-length breeches with silver buckles, making her stand out in the crowd.
Rozim stood up and held out his hand.
"Boss Welin, nice to meet you. My name is Rozim."
The man looked Rozim up and down, then stretched out his hand, and the two held it lightly for a second and then separated.
"You're not a local from Serenity 2, are you?"
"Yes, I just came here not long ago."
"There are a lot of aliens recently. I heard they all come here to make a fortune. But in the end they lose all their money and can only come to the base to hide from debts or beg for food."
The man smiled and said something that made Rozim a little embarrassed, but he was thick-skinned enough and didn't show it.
"As long as there is vision in the bottom nest, there will be gold all over the place. Boss Welin will also be able to conquer the sky."
The other party laughed dryly twice, and then sat on the sofa opposite Rozim. Then a sleeping lizard hunter brought a metal suitcase forward, placed it on the coffee table, and opened it.
Inside were ten metallic glass tubes filled with green liquid.
"It takes fifty sleeping lizards to extract this much anesthetic."
Loken picked up a glass tube and inserted a probe into the cork.
"But more than fifty people died because of it."
As he said that, the man looked at Isvin who was holding the glove box.
"It's not easy."
Rozim looked at Loken, who nodded and waved his hand. Iswin put the suitcase on the table, opened it and turned to him. Stacks of neatly stacked military tickets came into view.
The leader of the sleeping lizard hunters took out a stack and a small instrument for identifying authenticity from his subordinates. Seeing this, Rozim smiled and said:
"Don't worry, everyone knows the rules of the world, and the black-mouthed boss always has a good reputation."
"Sigh, this military ticket is actually not worth it, but who wants us poor people at the bottom to be eaten to death by the people above us?"
At this time, Rozim suddenly leaned forward.
"Boss Welin, I have some good things here, why don't you take a look."
As he spoke, Rozim took out a small test tube filled with blue liquid and handed it to the other person. After taking it, the man took a look, and his eyes towards Rozim also changed, full of amusement.
"Universal antibiotics. This thing is monopolized by black mouths. If you sell it secretly, if you are caught... Everyone knows that because he had his two lower balls knocked off during a gunfight, he likes to eat other people the most. Yes, and it’s roasted.”
"My price is one-third cheaper than his."
Waylin smiled.
"I don't care. I can sell it to anyone. How much do you have, or how much do you plan to buy from me?"
"Ten units."
"Ten units...I won't be able to get them all in a while. You may have to wait for two days."
"no problem."
"Okay, Mr. Rozim, this house belongs to our tribe. No one dares to disturb you. It's safe for you to live here. If you want to find a place to live by yourself, you can, but the streets are not peaceful recently. And you are carrying...such valuable things."
"No problem, we'll live here, but I'm exhausted after a day's work...Brother Welin, do you have anything here?"
Rozim raised his eyebrows mysteriously.
“Regular health care place.”
Waylin gave an I-know-what expression.
"Oh, that place, there are some nice girls at the Purple Salamander Bar."
After the other party left, Rozim arranged for his younger brother to stay in the house with Chuanquillo and Karen, who were inconvenient to show up. He followed Iswin, Loken and Dogo to the bar on the west side of the town.
An awning was pulled up in front of the bar. Logically speaking, there was no sunlight in this place, so it looked strange. In the shadow under the awning, the flashing neon light was a salamander with its tail wagging. Before he walked in, Rozim He heard a chattering sound coming from inside. He looked inside and saw a large space, about the size of a small church. Some of the windows were open, tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and people were crowded with people drinking wine. Men and women winking, playing cards, or just chatting. On the dirt road outside, there are many women inside, wearing gorgeous, even indecent clothes, and some are wearing almost nothing, just a few rags. Boo, Iswin suddenly showed a lewd smile.
"Boss, this is really a good place."
They walked in carelessly and deliberately exposed the pistols on their waists. In the bar, almost any kind of money was accepted. This was somewhat of a relief. They found an empty table and chairs and sat down. , bought a few glasses of wine that tasted very strange.
Soon, a young waitress wearing a swimsuit, fishnet stockings, and bunny ears on her head came over with elegant steps carrying a plate. When she bent down to put the wine glass on the table, her heavy breasts almost lifted from her tight breasts. The narrow one-piece swimsuit popped out, almost sucking the eyeballs of Isvin, Loken and Dogo in.
"Boss, your wine~"
But it was obvious that she knew who the leader of the foreign guests was. After putting down the wine glass, she put a hand on Rozim's shoulder.
Rozim smiled and held down the opponent's small hand, then took out a small military coupon, stuffed it into the opponent's chest, and felt the smoothness of the hand for a moment.
"Your tip."
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