Mr. Z sat quietly on the leather sofa on the right side of the auction booth, his black solid wood cane propped up between his legs, his hands resting on the spherical tip of the cane, and his face was indifferent. Behind him, stood a handsome young man, who stood straight like a statue.

His cheeks were not angular like Mr. Z's, but rather rounded, but his complexion was slightly pale, which made him look serious and cold, as if he were a thousand miles away. With his black hair standing on his head like steel pins, and a pair of black eyes under his thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, it was obvious that he was an Oriental.

In fact, in the Euro-13 shelter area, there are not a few Orientals. The virus that brought the world to the end of the world first broke out in a city in an eastern country, and eventually spread to the whole world, causing the entire world to become a devastated apocalypse in just nine years. Many Orientals have fled to the West or other countries, and in the first year of the outbreak of the virus, many Orientals have fled thousands of miles to the peaceful little country of Europe - Bettin, where they want to spend the rest of their lives.

Her Majesty the Queen at that time was benevolent and constantly met with diplomatic envoys from various countries to discuss the policy of hosting refugees. It wasn't until later that the virus broke out in Europe, and the Byting was also at an impasse, and during the chaotic times, the foreign population continued to pour in, the most important reason for which was the country's possession of steam technology and a powerful weapon rumored to be able to kill those infected with the virus, the steam mecha.

The Oriental man looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he should have been in Baiting for a long time, otherwise he would not have received the attention of a mysterious person like Mr. Z. Mr. Z is obviously very optimistic and trusts him, and takes him with him when he goes in and out of carnival paradise.

"Oh? Zhou Gongzi, look, who is coming over there? Mr. Z, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, he raised his hand to a place where the guests were seated in front of the display table, and said to the oriental man standing behind him slightly sideways.

The oriental man called "Zhou Gongzi" raised his eyes and glanced in that direction a few times, and replied: "It's the Farad chaebol's people, it seems that the Farad chaebol is ready to make a move." ”

"Naru is an ambitious man," Mr. Z paused for a moment and asked, "Are you optimistic about the rivalry between him and the Orton chaebol?" ”

"Mr. Z, I think they have the strength to fight." Zhou Gongzi thought for a while and replied.

"Oh? Why do you say that? Mr. Z smiled slightly, tilted his head, and seemed interested.

"The Farad chaebol seems to be very interested in the oriental things we got, you know, those things are very ......special," Zhou Gongzi lowered his head and whispered.

Mr. Z nodded in satisfaction, continued to hold the cane with both hands, and said no more.

At this moment, the mecha auction has officially begun.

The host, dressed in a delicate dress, walked up to the display and motioned for his assistants to push the mecha to be auctioned up along the track. The display stand is connected to the warehouse behind it by railroad rails, and the mechs open the folding wheels to move freely on the tracks, and they are covered in heavy black flannel, which looks mysterious and unusual.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Carnival Paradise Mecha Auction. Today, Mr. Z brings you the long-awaited mysterious surprise! Can you imagine a new type of steam mecha that requires a very low concentration of steam from the original stone? Do you want to have a heavyweight weapon that can still reach 2,800 horsepower with a peak output even if you don't use the military-standard concentration of primo-stone steam......

The host spoke spittle, and the guests under the display stage cheered again and again, they were eager to see the burly figure under the black flannel. But just as the host finished the last sentence, everyone's eyes no longer stayed on the mecha, and the men stood up one after another, screaming excitedly, and some even whistled loudly.

"Next, I would like to invite our Miss Nan to show you the new mecha!"

Miss Minami, the most beautiful woman in the entire carnival paradise, no man can refuse her charm. Like Zhou Gongzi, she also comes from the mysterious East, so her unique charm of oriental women deeply attracts every bloodthirsty fanatic here.

In the lively commotion, Miss Nan walked up to the display stage, she was wearing a thin skirt of silk gauze, her graceful figure loomed under the translucent tulle, crystal high heels and thin stockings decorated with hollow patterns showed the straightness of her legs, and her long blue hair swayed gently with the twisting waist.

"Miss Nan! Look here, look here! ”

"Miss Nan, give me a flying kiss!"

The men shouted enthusiastically, waving their hands as if they wanted to take Miss Nan into their arms. Miss Nan's appearance was like a cluster of flames, which instantly made the entire auction boil.

Miss Nan is incredibly beautiful, but it is not out of reach, as the mysterious Mr. Z's woman, the fanatics of Carnival Paradise can casually date this woman. Whether it is to accompany drinking, gambling, or sleeping, as long as there is money, it is not impossible to let Miss Nan become a personal maid to serve around her day and night. The only price is that no matter when, no matter what he does, the oriental man called Zhou Gongzi will accompany the customer and Miss Nan to do anything.

If anyone wants to sleep with Miss Nan for the night, they must have the awareness of being watched by a cold-eyed man by the bedside all night.

This price is undoubtedly prohibitive for many, and only the craziest and drunken will agree to such a request. Those who successfully make an appointment with Miss Nan will brag about Miss Nan's beauty and superb skills among the fanatics.

However, to the surprise of those fanatics who failed to make an appointment with Miss Nan, all the guys who spent the night with Miss Nan said in unison: Miss Nan is a fool. Not the stupidity of a stupid woman, but a real fool, she rarely speaks, even if she sometimes squeaks and whimpers a few words, it is logically confusing and meaningless.

But this is a good thing, in the eyes of those crazy guys, Miss Nan is a toy, and it is the kind of toy that is very fun and well-behaved. For toys, they don't need her to do any poetry and songs, sing any heavenly divine comedy, and the fanatics have always used guns to talk to people, not their heads.

The cheers continued, and Miss Nan walked over to the mecha covered by the black flannel, reached out and grabbed the corner of the flannel, and lifted it vigorously, revealing the mysterious steam machinery underneath the flannel.

At the moment when Miss Nan shook her hand, the transparent silk yarn on her chest shook, revealing a snow-white patch, and everyone could see the things on Miss Nan's chest clearly.

It was a tattoo of a skull burning with flames.