Three hours ago, Canglan City underground free trading market.

"General, here's today's quote." The girl in the black vest and white shirt respectfully presented an electronic document to the man opposite.

The general really looks like a general, wearing a black military uniform from the past few hundred years, and the general star on his shoulder indicates that he is a general, but in fact, this is just a little bad taste of this man.

The general lit the fire to light the cigar in his mouth, but the lighter seemed to have something wrong, and it just didn't catch fire in the sparks. Suddenly a pinch of flame lit the cigar, and the general nodded in satisfaction.

The girl put away the lighter and handed the document over again, "General's quotation form for today." ”

The general looked at the girl helplessly, "Zero, I have to say that since you came, my efficiency here has increased a lot, just this quotation table, the things handed over this past Monday can be held for several weeks." But when it comes to you, it's almost once a day. ”

"Please instruct the General." The girl was silent for a moment and said.

"You're such a smart and distressing kid, I thought you'd say something like 'no praise.'" The general took the quotation and opened it to look through it.

"I know the general is not happy with me, because I am such an unpleasant fellow." The girl bowed her head and said.

"I'm very happy with you, Zero, are you too unconfident in yourself? Lack of self-confidence is not a good thing when you reach adulthood. ”

"General, what you are not satisfied with me is precisely what you are satisfied with me, and if you are a diligent manager, you will not be dissatisfied. But you're the kind of person who can stay in bed for as long as you want, and my job is to provide you with daily quotations and manage your business, and my code of practice tells me that it should be done by half past six, and then it will be finalized and sent to you. But you won't get up before eight o'clock, General, but ......"

The general put down the paper and took over, "But I can't stay in bed since you came, and I have to get up early every day, because the quotations you submit every day are fluctuating, and you have recorded them and sent them to me. ”

The girl bowed her head in acknowledgment.

The general waved his hand, "I didn't mean to accuse you, but I think you understand what I mean." Your job is weekly, remember to submit the quotations of those merchants every week, not every day, I know very well the fluctuations and changes that you record, you don't have to give these fluctuations to me so diligently every day, and they always come so early...... Do you know that there are already merchants on the black market who have complained to me that you are annoying them every day and hindering their business? ”

"Absolutely nothing, General," the girl looked up, "I went to them during the most deserted time in the black market, and I could ......"

The general gestured to her to shut up, "I know you can guarantee that all your actions will not interfere with anything!" I also know that what you do is exactly according to the set of rules and regulations I have written for outsiders to see! But you are too rigid, and it says that one report a day is for the people above, and one report a week is our normal practice here...... I can't accuse you of doing something wrong, but you also have to try to indulge yourself, okay? By the way, you don't have to hand over the tips you collect from others in the future, you yourself are also a student and want to go to school, so you know that you are not rich. The black market is a free place, and as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line, even we can indulge ourselves. ”

"Knowing the general, I will ...... Try it. She said it reluctantly.

"Has there been any recent change in the market?" The general did not look at the girl, but smoked a cigar in his mouth.

"Yes, I heard from the black market merchants in D5 that a batch of 'special weapons' will be secretly coming in the near future, and there will be an online gray auction." The girl said respectfully.

"Special weapons? What do you think? The general's brow furrowed, as the biggest boss of the black market, he also knew that there were some things that could not be in his market.

"Most likely," the girl paused, "to transform people." ”

"If such a thing that violates the bottom line appears on my auction floor, I will not be able to explain it to the above." The general frowned.

This black market is the largest underground black trading market in the whole of Canglan Star, and it is full of contraband that is rarely seen outside, and there is even a special slave area. The general's business is extensive, but that doesn't mean he can tolerate things like reformers flowing into his jurisdiction...... This is a forbidden item that is taboo.

The general waved his hand, "You go around first, keep an eye on the situation, I will give you a level of authorization to mobilize the guards to block the shops, don't let the black market go into chaos at a critical moment." ”

"Yes, I know, General." The girl bowed.

……

"Relax Moore, you're too attention-grabbing." An old man in a white suit and a shiny silver half-masked reprimanded his guard, a large, somewhat unspeakable man who was two meters tall.

Moore looked as reckless as a bear, and he said in a gruff voice, "Professor, this is not a safe place, and I will have to do everything in my power to protect you." ”

The old man wanted to cover his face, he seriously doubted that his brain had been caught by the door, otherwise how could he choose such a guy to be his bodyguard? Where does he look like a bodyguard? It's more like a butcher in a slaughterhouse!

"You gunned shit! Take your hands out of your arms! Are you afraid that others will not know that you have a weapon hidden in your arms? The old man scolded in a low voice, and you can imagine his anger.

"Someone's approaching!" Moore strode and stood in front of the old man.

"Shut up! Shame on you! The old man scolded angrily, then reached out and pulled out a vintage gold coin.

The man in the suit and leather shoes opposite was surprised, "I didn't expect this new guest to know the rules so well, so the next thing will be easy to do." ”

"Here's the ticket, here you go." The old man snorted coldly and threw the gold coin over.

"Okay two." The man bowed deeply, then took out two badges from his pocket, "Please bring them well, you don't want to be beaten into a sieve by patrol machine guns, do you?" ”

"Rory, go! Lead the way! The old man took the two badges and threw one to his bodyguard.

The man sneered, then took the lead to clear the way. The terrain of the black market is not very complicated, it is a hollow font, but this hollow character will continue to shrink. Outside is just the first district of the black market, which will only sell something that is somewhere between legal and illegal. Thirty meters below the center of the first zone is the second zone, which is the same hollow shape. And so on up to the ninth floor, which is completely illegal and anyone who takes out everything in it will be sentenced to hundreds of years in prison.

The space on the ninth floor is not very large, and it is divided into two floors. Because the goods here are too illegal and rare. Therefore, they are all sold in the form of directional auctions, and twenty meters below the auction hall is the bloodiest event in the black market, free fighting.

This freedom doesn't mean that you can fight with any move, but it means complete freedom. You can sneak into the field with an energy gun, but keep in mind that your opponent will most likely drive a mech.

However, such a disparity has never been compared.

Every hour, a mecha fighter arranged by the general will engage in mecha combat, or a big man and a boy will be selected to engage in hand-to-hand or armed combat. And the general himself will appear at the auction floor, offering all the VIPs a recur in the form of gambling on who will win.

Of course, if there are VIPs who want to try it themselves, it's not impossible, but the general also said that it doesn't matter if you are on the field, it doesn't matter if you live or die, for the sake of your own precious life, don't play with our lowly civilians, everyone is angry and rich, why bother to put your own life on it? After all, you're much more noble than we are.

Having said that, there are no less than double digits of nobles who die here every year, after all, there are too many 'accidents' that can happen.