When Duchamp heard that the people of the Polaris Hunting Regiment were coming, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly confessed to the city lord, so he hurried downstairs.

As soon as he descended the stairs, Duchamp saw several hunters in armor, standing in the middle of the lobby with a big grin, and the old machete was making amends sentence by sentence. Sweeping around, Duchamp suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the old finch sat at a table, gloating at the scene.

Duchamp's face sank, and he slowly walked down step by step.

After a big upgrade in the player system, his five senses are many times more sensitive than ordinary people. At this time, he could clearly sense that although the three hunters were all facing sideways and facing the direction of the old machete, their attention was turned towards him.

Duchamp walked downstairs, saluted the diners who were sitting around, and said, "Today's small shop is open, thanks to all of you for coming to cheer for it, but the small shop has something to do now, and it is difficult to receive you. ”

The guests, who were fidgeting, heard Duchamp's words, and ran out as if they had been pardoned.

Not the people in the shop, but still present, were only a few acquaintances of Duchamp.

Duchamp said to the little blacksmith, "Hakon, you don't have to worry, it's all right, you go first." ”

When the little blacksmith saw Duchamp say this, he sighed worriedly and left.

Duchamp glanced at the remaining one with his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Uncle Sparrow, it's a busy time in your store at this time, aren't you leaving?" ”

The old man said, "Not busy, not too busy." ”

Duchamp ignored him no longer, turned to greet the three hunters, and said, "I don't know what the three of them are here. ”

The leader coughed and said, "We are here today to collect the salt tax." ”

The management of the city of Pvinnis has always been different from other cities. The lord's palace could not afford to support a large number of private soldiers, and the security of the city was always maintained by a few large mercenary groups, and correspondingly, the taxes in the city were also collected by them. The leader of this is the Polaris Hunting Regiment, and those in the city, whether they are doing serious business or black market business, pay them a sum of money regularly, and everyone is happy and relaxed.

The hunting regiment also seriously does not call this a protection fee, but a salt tax.

Haken's blacksmith shop has a salt tax of 1,000 meters a month, so Duchamp also knows this name.

Duchamp stretched out a slap, shook it, and said, "I don't read much, don't lie to me, when will the salt tax need elite hunters to collect." ”

The three chasers were stunned, and the leader said, "I didn't expect you to know about elite chasers." ”

Duchamp pursed his lips and said, "According to the regulations of the Polaris Hunting Regiment, only those above the third order can join the hunting regiment, and only those above the fourth rank can enter the official team, and they can lead a three-person team when they go out. Only those above the sixth rank can become elite hunters, and have the right to lead a squadron of hunters. Owl used to want to recruit Manglong, and the level given was only an official team member. ”

After that, Duchamp turned to the old machete and said, "Uncle machete, give them 1,000 meters as a salt tax for this month." ”

The old machete trembled and said, "They want 100,000 meters." ”

Duchamp's cheeks twitched violently, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Our business is so good, 100,000 is 100,000." ”

After that, he walked to the place where the old man was sitting, grabbed his collar, and said word by word: "Uncle Sparrow, if I remember correctly, Lu and I still have a total of one or two million left with you, and now let you take 100,000 yuan to pay the salt tax, it should be no problem." ”

The old sparrow's eyes dodged, and he just looked at the three chasseurs, hoping that they would come and relieve the siege. But he didn't know that Duchamp's heart had already moved with killing intent.

Duchamp cares most about others knowing his secrets, he has a special identity, and he only hopes that he hides as deeply as possible.

In this world, it is Lu who knows his secrets the most, but people like Lu will never tell his secrets unless they meet a professor or the like. Everyone in the Green Forest Mercenary Group knows a little bit of his secret, but that's nothing.

Counting, the people who know more are the old sparrows. Duchamp traded digging insects with the old finch several times, and if the old finch really had a heart, as long as he sent someone to follow him, he would know that Duchamp had not been out of the city, and the huge leather bag containing a whole fresh digging insect appeared for no reason.

In addition, the old family also knew that the guiding circuit of the refrigerator was made by Duchamp, because the sales of the refrigerator were in a hurry, and the batch of circuits behind Duchamp were all made by staying up late in the hotel, and they didn't go out at all.

From the very beginning, Duchamp knew that the character of this black market merchant was really not good, and from the very beginning, he wanted to get out of the way and secretly contact him, and after making money, he kept delaying and was reluctant to take out the profits, but Duchamp really didn't expect that this guy would be so anxious and sell Duchamp so quickly.

Two days ago, Duchamp pinched his fingers, one after another, forty or fifty refrigerators have been sold, and the payment is more than three million meters, the cost of this thing is less than 1/3, according to the proportion of sharing, the old family finch will take out 1.4 million meters to Duchamp and Lu, plus the magic crystal and Yao chip cushioned out by the Green Forest Mercenary Group, and the payment to be settled is close to 2 million.

Duchamp said to the old machete, and the old finch was struggling to deal with it, and only said that he would wait for the road to come back.

Now it seems that selling Duchamp to Polaris is the old machete's method.

Seeing the old machete's dead pig look, Duchamp threw away the collar of the old machete, and said to the hunter: "The 100,000 you want, just ask him for it, if he doesn't give it, as long as you beat this old thing to death, he will take it out immediately." ”

The lead hunter was dumbfounded, and the script seemed a little disjointed.

After a while, he suddenly laughed and said to Duchamp: "You are Duchamp, you are really a character, how do you know that we are elite hunters?" ”

Duchamp thought to himself, as long as he flicks it at you with the detector, your underwear can be illuminated. But he said lightly: "A handsome and heroic character like Your Excellency, no matter where you stand, you are like a phoenix in a group of crows and a wild wolf in a family dog, no matter how much you try to hide it, you can't hide your natural beauty and aura as an elite hunter." ”

Several hunters had heard someone talk like this for the first time in their lives, and although they went to the battlefield and killed people, they didn't blink their eyes, but they felt a little brainless to deal with the current situation.

The leader had no choice but to say his purpose dryly: "Our regimental commander wants to see you, so you can come with us." ”

Duchamp laughed.

"That's right, you can tell me directly what you want, if you don't tell me, how do I know what you want, I don't know what you want, how can I give you something, and in the end, everyone will be unhappy and scatter the chickens and eggs, and it will not be good for anyone."

The three chants were listening to Duchamp's tongue twisters in the clouds, and Duchamp said categorically: "But the current situation is what your leader wants from me, not what I want from your leader, no matter what you want, as long as you want it, you are asking for someone, as long as you are asking for someone, it is the person who wants it to come by yourself, not the person who gives it to go by yourself." ”