Bathed in the light of the stars of "Babylon", the shuttle slowly drove into the berth, walked down through the connecting passage, and when he saw the huge atomic clock hanging in the hall, he calculated the time difference and found that the time of the "Hanging Garden" was a full eight hours faster than the time of "Ankalim".

In other words, from now to the opening of the Galaxy Enchantress's concert, it has been nearly a long time, Tang Fang suddenly felt that he was a little wrong, maybe he slept too much, and his brain was a little unable to turn around, so it was good to inquire with the hotel front desk before coming.

He blamed himself in his heart, Tang Yun was so excited, the anxious expression on his face was like a sweetheart standing on the train platform waiting to return from vacation, anxious to scratch his ears and cheeks, and his face was flushed.

It's just early in the morning, and the concert starts at 7 p.m., so I really don't know how she will spend the next 10 hours.

Tang Fang was a little worried, now Tang Yun is like a little cat jumping up and down when she smells fishy, it doesn't matter if she steals the fish or not, what if she flips the plate and falls down and hits her?

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Half an hour later, the group came to the event venue of the Galaxy Enchantress's concert.

There is no doubt that this is the heart of the whole "Ankalim", with a spotless fountain square in front and a luxurious theater in the back, and a buffer zone in the middle has long been cordoned, and the boys and girls who killed Matt in twos and threes are wandering around the venue like ghosts, and they have lost their souls before the Galactic Enchantress has appeared.

Tang Fang was no longer in the mood to complain, maybe Tang Yun was a little far away from Cheng Dù of those people not far away, but it was undeniable that the Galaxy Enchantress had a fatal attraction to her, which gave him a headache, a very headache, and on the other hand, there was some psychological throbbing.

The emotional entanglement with Claire and Zhou Ai, Tang Yun's willful naughtiness, and the existence of Aros, Grant and others...... All this, let him feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart, although this is not the world before, but these people around him are alive, they will cry, they will laugh, they will experience sadness, but also yearn for joy.

"Tang Lin, Claire, the two of you stay with Tang Yun to watch the concert of the Galaxy Enchantress, and I will go with Aros and Haosen to find out about the situation of 'Zhiyuanxing'."

Staying at a hotel near Fountain Square, Tang Fang glanced at the timetable and made plans for the next trip.

Naturally, the two of them didn't have any opinions, and they all nodded in response.

After that, another ghost was left to take care of him, and Tang Fang took Aros, Grant, Hausen, and Churchill out of the hotel and rushed to the location of the branch of the "Vitano" group in "Ankalim".

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The operation to inquire about the "Zhiyuan Star" did not encounter great difficulties, but the results were not satisfactory.

"Vitano" Group is a comprehensive trading company, and in addition to commodity trading, it also has another business project, that is, to provide a resource platform for some small companies in the Silver Eagle Group that are difficult to gain a foothold in the "Sky Garden" to help them conduct business activities with merchants on the Star Alliance, and "Vitano" will receive a certain amount of sales commission as a commission.

"Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trade group is a small enterprise affiliated under the "Vitano" resource platform, don't look at it took such a lofty name, in fact, it is just a gimmick used to bluff people, according to the enterprise information provided by "Vitano", "Zhiyuanxing" in the "Tolatier" government registered capital is only 500,000 star coins.

After coming out of the "Vitano", Tang Fang had a very bad premonition in his heart, and the information obtained by the public communication equipment of the "Ankalim" into the space station industrial and commercial data library confirmed the conjecture in his heart -- the "Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trading group was just a leather bag company.

Emmaton guò hacked into many space-based devices outside the "Toratir", and compared the space station's industrial and commercial data jù library, it was found that the company address in the registration information of the "Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trade group was completely false, and its corporate legal person was also a black person.

As long as there are no irregularities in the transaction process, as long as both parties are satisfied, and as long as there are no accidents within a certain period of time after the end of the transaction, they will not admit death and delve into whether the information of the subordinate affiliated enterprises is true and whether the qualifications are up to standard.

These are the responsibilities of the government!

The clue was broken...... The clue is broken!

Tang Fang's face was very gloomy, and there was thunder flashing in his eyes.

"Emma, can you trace the flow of funds to locate the target?"

The geese have left a sound, the wind has left traces, he doesn't believe that the people behind the "Zhiyuan Star" will wipe their butts as clean as if they had been washed with water, judging from the phagosome samples that "Zhiyuan Star" has, this organization or the boss behind the scenes, the background must be very simple.

"Commander later, please, the system is sifting through useful information......"

After a short time, a picture of a young man wearing a sweatshirt and a hat tightly wrapped around his head was taking out a large amount of cash from a bank's ATM, then putting it into a large black leather pocket, turning into a car, and slowly disappearing from view.

Tang Fang paid attention to the recording moment, 3:20 in the morning.

"Commander, I checked the bank records, and I didn't find that there was a flow of funds in the corporate account of the 'Zhiyuan Star' Interstellar Trade Group, but it was taken out in batches."

"Who is this man?"

Emma didn't reply, 1 second later, the picture flashed in her mind again, and a photo appeared in front of her eyes, the man who had just withdrawn money was standing in front of the camera with his name on it, judging from the criminal record on the right.

Raleigh Rodney, 27, has a history of theft, drug abuse, and crowd fighting.

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One hour later, Tang Fang and several people appeared in the most famous entertainment area of the "Ankalim" space station.

Born out of the Jupiter Imperial Expeditionary Force, the "Ankalim" is a commercial space station used by the Silver Eagle to attract foreign travelers, and the leisure and entertainment services provided by the Silver Eagle are very different from those of the Star Alliance.

Women are not the bestsellers of "Ankalim", where violence and martial arts are the eternal themes, boxing rings, gladiatorial arenas, bullrings, racetracks, hunting grounds, wrestling rings, rugby stadiums and other dotted entertainment areas, here is the place where men sweat and blood, where the rich people shout and curse with money, and where they are full of wild style and sensory stimulation.

Walking along the central street for a moment, the group stopped outside an Islamic-style building.

The bright red façade encloses the building in a circle, and the arch in the center is topped by a large recessed picture screen with messages and images scrolling to remind people not to miss the event, and a plaque engraved with a very simple string of characters: "Silek Bullring".

There was a cacophony of human voices, shouting, cheers, but more of them were boos and whistles.

Grant walked to the side management office to place a good bet, and several people walked into the bullring through the main entrance.

The "Silek Bullring" is not engaged in business activities in the form of selling tickets, but in the form of sitting in the village and gambling to make profits, which is inseparable from the national culture and social atmosphere of the Silver Eagle Regiment.

Different from the spiritual civilization advocated by the Star Alliance, in the civil society of the Silver Eagle Regiment, as a man, you can not prostitute, but you can't gamble, you can't be greedy, but you must be able to drink, you can't go to the battlefield, but you must learn to shoot, because you are a man, because these will stimulate the wildness in a man's bones.

In the eyes of the Star Alliance, the Phoenix people are not a phoenix like the name of their country, they are nothing more than a pack of brutal wolves at best, but the men of the Silver Eagle Regiment are definitely a group of fiery eagles soaring above the blue sky and white clouds.

The so-called following the local customs, there are only two ways for Tang Fang to enter the "Xileke Bullring", first, to be a tourist, bet first and then enter the field; Second, be a bullfighter and fight the fiercest bison.

For the dangerous and exciting sport of bullfighting, Howson and Churchill are quite interested in the reckless man, but the captain is not in the mood to watch the two of them engage with the galloping bull, in terms of personal pursuit, he feels that he is still quite elegant, just like most of the literati bred by the 5000 years of civilization in China, he loves to appreciate flowers and wine, even if he doesn't know flowers, flowers don't know him, love poetry, although it's just some bullshit limericks, love beauty and love the country, Although even the two ships on the Morning Star have not yet been settled.

High-profile sports like bullfighting and horse racing are really a bit inconsistent with him, and reincarnation may not have anything to do with the matador.

The most important thing is that this time he came to the "Silek" bullring is not a tourist, he still has something to do!

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Several people entered the bullring through the main entrance, and on the closed steel sky was a light curtain composed of countless crystals, and the soft light sprinkled down, illuminating the entire field.

Similar to the bullrings that have appeared in human history, the center is the stage where the matadors and the bulls wrestle, and the outside is the auditorium, where thousands of men who secrete too many male hormones and a small number of women who are looking for excitement to escape the stress of life and work.

The bullring was full of people and emotions, and some people stood up from their seats, shouted a few words of scolding, and then threw the crumpled betting slips in their hands with indignant faces, and even threw them on the smiling faces in front of them, which inevitably caused a riot, and if someone drank, it might evolve into another form of aftershow.

Women of different colors raised their hands, shook their bodies desperately, lifted their chests and stomachs, tried to make their RU room look more tall and straight, and then called the name of the matador loudly, conveying love and squandering the excess energy in their bodies.

Some people left the table quietly, and some people were silent, like a reef in the waves and a seabird farther and farther away in a rainstorm.

In the middle of the bullring lay a bull, the sticky blood that had wet the black hair, and then trickled down the soft sand, seeping into the dirt and dappling a little.

Some bullfighters draped their blood-red cloaks over the bull's body, collected their swords, turned back, and gladly accepted the cheers and flowers of the audience.

The air was filled with sweat and a faint smell of blood.

Ignoring the complicated environment on both sides of the aisle, Tang Fang walked straight down the stairs to the circle of seats closest to the bullring, and then, in the eyes of many people who were jealous and puzzled, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a man who was chewing gum in his mouth and was cursing and greeting the women of the matador's family.

No one came forward to warn them, and no one stepped forward to stop them, because they didn't dare.

The butterfly knife in Aros's hand was pressed against the neck of a man of Middle Eastern descent with a thick beard, and if he moved half an inch further, the sword would cut through his carotid artery, and Howson took down a lean man, his boots firmly on the man's chest, as if they were a thousand pounds.

"Friend, sit down and talk?"

An audience member got up and left, and Tang Fang naturally sat down and said with a smile.

His smile was natural, unthreatening, and not cordial, like a courtesy greeting when a stranger meets.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he laughs or not, although Raleigh Rodney is just a gangster, he has a very sharp eye and a decent view of the overall situation, from the moment he saw Tang Fang, he clearly realized one thing, he can't leave today.

The young man in front of him was even smaller than him, his appearance was ordinary, there was nothing impressive, at a glance he was like a pebble on the tidal flat, and the surrounding stones, with smooth edges, frosted lines, faint marks, but a closer look is a little different, but the specific difference can not be described in words, it is a feeling, but Raleigh Rodney calls it the sense of smell, the smell of danger.

So, he stopped cursing, slowly slowed down the frequency of chewing gum in his mouth, sat down very cooperatively, and asked, "Let me do whatever I want, as long as you don't kill me." ”

"I didn't want to kill you, at least I didn't want to kill you......"

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The matador took the ears and tails of the bull handed by the staff, and with the sound of cheers, picked up the flowers that a girl had thrown off the field, and left the field with very gentlemanly steps.

The carcass of the bull was carried away, leaving only a brown patch on the ground where countless bunkers had been dug out.

After a brief silence, the master of ceremonies re-entered the bullring and said something to the audience, and then the whole ring of the stands boiled, of course, not including Tang Fang, nor Raleigh Rodney.

What was the next event, which handsome and dashing bullfighting warrior came on the field, and the content of the emcee's passionate speech, Tang Fang didn't care.

He got up and walked down the aisle, the front was clean, Aros's butterfly knife had been retracted into the compartment of his military boots, and the drunken man at Hausen's feet had escaped without a trace.

Raleigh Rodney followed closely behind him, his face changing from time to time, but his steps refused to slow down for half a beat, as if there was a path in front of him to return to the yang, but if he glanced back, he would turn into a stone statue and hell forever.

As an idle person with no knowledge, no technology, and no capital, the only thing that Raleigh Rodney can do is his keen sense of danger, which is his talent and the capital he relies on to make a living.

He walked in such a hurry that he didn't notice that Tang Fang suddenly stopped and looked at the bullring, if it weren't for a fair-skinned man next to him who exuded a quiet aura and temporarily grabbed him, he must have crashed into the back of the young man surnamed Tang.

Whether the other person cares or not, it's not a good thing.

So, he glanced at the white man gratefully, and then reaped a smile.

He asked himself, perhaps...... The young man surnamed Tang will not be embarrassed, he is true and reliable.

With a little peace of mind, he followed Tang Fang's gaze to the bullring.

A tall figure slowly stepped out of the matador's entrance aisle, a black man, wearing a bullfighting suit that didn't fit well.

This person is very strange, not a professional bullfighter in the "Claisi" bullfighting venue, judging from his demeanor and slightly stage fright, he looks like a fledgling novice.

Raleigh Rodney is strange, could it be that he is a newcomer trained in the bullring? Got a little older, a veteran poached from another bullring? But why didn't you hear the wind beforehand? He is a frequent visitor to the "Silek" bullring, and he should know what is going on at the first time, not to mention that the bullring has to rely on newcomers to absorb gambling funds to make a profit.

Raleigh didn't know that the emcee had just introduced the origin of the black man, and he was talking to Tang Fang at that time.

Unlike his ignorance, Tang Fang was stunned and didn't move for a long time, because the black man was none other than Rutherford, who had a previous relationship in the lobby of the "Rover's Technology Consortium" branch in "Babylon".

This guy was a cleanliness businessman yesterday, how did he become a bullfighter in the bullring of "Silek" today?

Tang Fang was a little puzzled, of course, this matter had nothing to do with him, whether Rutherford was out of interest or profession, he didn't have the heart to delve into it, he paused a little and continued to walk, but when he walked to the aisle and was about to leave, the sound from the bullpen made him pause again and turn his head to look at the field.

One, two, three...... A large herd of angry bulls rushed out of the shadows, their hooves splashing a puff of mud and sand on the sandy ground, roaring from afar, invisible seismic waves fermenting beneath their feet.

The horns of the bull are curved and sharp, like a scimitar - a galloping scimitar, so to speak, it has eyes.

Rutherford didn't have a red cloak, he didn't have a sword, he only had two legs, so he had to run.

Tang Fang was a little confused, looking at Ratherford who was running wildly in the bullring, and then looking at the chronograph on the huge display screen, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, Rutherford's forcing was too high, so high that the human world could no longer accommodate him, so he could only dance with the cow.

Unfortunately, they are not cows, but a herd of angry bulls slaughtered. R1152