However, in the third year of the expedition, everything changed. All gangs that did not obey the Gray Fox Group were physically eliminated. This emerging force launched several bloody gang wars. They armed themselves with powerful military weapons and even dispatched Equipped with laser cannons and heavily armed servitors, there was no force to resist. In the end, Sagan II Airport became the default stronghold of Gray Fox, a cross-system group in the Sagan system. The only thing the local Ministry of Justice could do was to cruelly After the gang fight, the cleaners were ordered to clean the floor and dispose of all the bodies.
As the ship slowly entered the berth, a shuttle left the flight deck, entered the flight channel of the space port, and passed through the checkpoints until it reached the wealth ring on the most prosperous upper level of the airport.
This is a huge maze-like market where people can exchange strange and even illegal goods. It surrounds the central axis of the spaceport and winds through countless functional blocks and spans several floors. Thousands of merchants live in this arc, and if a person has enough wealth and knows the ropes, he can buy almost anything.
The center of the Fortune Circle is the headquarters of the Sagan II United Commercial Association. It is a huge hall with colonnades. Under the ceiling painted with many portraits of saints and emperors, the higher-level merchants and merchants carry out sufficient business. A very large transaction that determines the price of a world or several worlds, and there are heavily armed guards standing next to the marble road whose ground is clean enough to be used as a mirror.
Cork, wearing a neat black dress and holding a cane, walked into the hall. Behind him were six bodyguards wearing bulletproof armor. People other than guards were prohibited from carrying weapons in this place, but their bulging waists were enough to prove that they were not completely unarmed. , but the guards didn't even take a look.
Because Cork wears a gray fox badge on his collar, and the edge is still gold.
He walked unimpeded all the way to a side hall, and his bodyguards immediately dispersed and stood on the side of the wall. There were already many armed men gathered in this place. They were all kinds of strange and strange shapes, including highly modified cyborg killers and burly figures. The Ogryn ape-men, and even the Death Cult assassins who are eyeing him.
Cork walked to a door, and the servitors on the left and right sides of the door opened the door. He walked in alone, and then the door immediately closed again.
This is a huge conference room, but it has no furnishings. The floor is covered with thick red carpets, and the walls are covered with gray sound insulation materials. Even the lighting seems to be very stingy. There is only a dim chandelier in the center, and under the chandelier There is a long table, more than ten meters long. Both sides are almost full of people. There are only one or two empty seats. Every other chair is occupied by a person with a unique style. Some of them are as well-dressed as Cork. Some have a very wild bottom-nest style, wearing bulletproof vests, mohawks, and tattoos on their arms and faces. Others wear the common uniforms of captains. No matter tall or short, fat or thin, male or female, old or young, they all have one. common characteristics.
They all have a gray fox badge on their body, and they are all gold-edged.
The moment Cork came in, he briefly attracted everyone's attention, causing them to temporarily stop chatting and laughing with each other, but it only lasted for a second, and they immediately returned to their original state.
But when he approached the long table, a strong man wearing a tactical vest, with a mechanical prosthetic eye in his left eye, a mechanical arm in his right arm, and a bald head suddenly grinned, revealing a mouth full of steel teeth.
"Smiling Man, I heard that you were arrested by the police? Everyone thought you couldn't come."
Kirk just responded with a friendly smile and said:
"Brother Porcupine, there's nothing wrong with going to the bureau occasionally. Only when you get familiar with it can things be easier for you. By the way, how's the sleeping lizard potion business you started in the Serenity Galaxy doing now?"
"Shame on you! Don't mention it. The place where the sleeping lizards were born was destroyed by someone who didn't know who it was. It was wiped out overnight. Not a single one of the thousands of people in the town was left alive. Not even the gang of idle policemen from the Ministry of Justice were left alive. I don’t even dare to find out who did it, I’m really at a loss, and now I’m still looking for people everywhere to find ways to catch the sleeping lizard.”
"There is such a thing."
Kirk shook his head and walked to his seat, seventh on the left. When he saw him coming, a middle-aged man on his left who was dressed like a businessman was holding a communicator to listen to the people inside. He spoke, but still reached out his hand to help him pull out the chair.
".Tell Shui Gui and the others that there are anti-smuggling agents ambushing them on the other side of the Dog Line, and ask them to take the Snake Line around to the Rat's Nest. Remember to change the ship's mark first, and then inform the customer that they will not deliver the goods today and wait for two days. "
After saying that, the man dressed as a wealthy businessman put the communicator on the table, turned to look at Cork, and said with a smile:
"Brother Kirk, are you okay? Were you really caught by the police?"
"It's okay, it's okay, thank you for worrying, brother."
After hearing what he said, the wealthy businessman immediately leaned over and whispered:
"I recently purchased a batch of mash sap and pie powder. The quality is very good, but the market at Sagan No. 2 is a bit saturated."
As he spoke, he glanced at a woman in her forties who was sitting opposite and fourth in the order, wearing a fur coat and heavy makeup, and was constantly teasing the people around her.
"The Flower Fairy seems to have gotten involved with that bastard Black Snake. She's not satisfied with running a brothel, and she wants to interfere in our business. Now her goods are everywhere on Sagan Prime and No. 2, and she wants to kill me with a price war. ! We are old friends. I want to sell some at your place. Can you charge less, 20% is too much, how about 1.50%? At least let me not lose money. "
Kirk smiled and replied softly:
"Since my brother said so, let's do it at 1.90%."
"you."
"Brothers also need to eat. Brother, you know I usually don't do this. I have to take care of other relationships."
"Okay, okay, one point nine is one point nine. By the way, I want to buy a batch of heavy artillery and heavy guns. Do you have any good ones that are cheaper?"
"You want cheap goods and good goods. Brother, you have to take advantage of both. However, some good things have been flowing out from the front line recently. After all, the war is over. It's a good time to 'clear the accounts'. I just don't know."
An inscrutable smile appeared on Kirk's face.
"Brother, how much do you want?"
"If you can get a tank, I'll take it."
"There are no tanks, but there are Taurus armored vehicles, automatic cannons, grenade launchers, and armor-piercing rockets."
"Okay, okay, but I don't have that much liquidity right now, otherwise -"
Kirk immediately shook his head.
"Brother, you know my principles. Firstly, I don't owe anything on credit. Secondly, I only accept cash."
"Hey, that's okay. I'll join in. We'll talk about it when the time comes."
But Kirk suppressed his smile, and noticed that the coquettish woman was looking at him at some point, and then whispered:
"Brother, let me ask you a second question. Did you buy those heavy weapons because you wanted to do something about them?"
(End of chapter)
