The moment the space-time turner activated, Vina closed her eyes tightly. Auston's last words still lingered in her ears.

Everyone can choose death as their own relief, but she can't, she can only live desperately and desperately. This is her fate, and it is also her sorrow.

A golden light shot up from Hanina and soon disappeared into the sky. Vena was wrapped in a golden energy shroud, and the faster-than-light movement made her lose all senses, and white dots flickered from time to time in the pitch-black universe, which were various celestial bodies that were rapidly retreating. The feeling of helplessness was very similar to what she felt in her dreams, except that this time Vena was awake and she felt very frightened.

At this moment, the light that had guided her in her dreams reappeared! Vina hurriedly distracted her thoughts, focusing all her attention on the light that was speeding into the distance, unlike the time in her dream when she had no choice but to watch it slip away, and now Vina was moving faster than light.

She tried to see what it was, but it glowed so violently that Vina couldn't look at it, so she could only follow it with the trail of energy.

After a long period of high mental concentration, Vina's consciousness slowly became blurred, and she was about to lose the energy body, but at this moment, the light suddenly dimmed, and then shattered into a little starlight like a broken glass ball......

Vina couldn't hold on any longer, and as soon as it was dark, she completely fainted, and when she was dying, she saw a blue planet in a trance......

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The afternoon sun was lazy, and old Peake lay comfortably on the creaking rattan chair. In fact, he quite liked the noise, which gave him a sense of conquest.

"Damn the logistics department, the big hole in this roof has been broken for almost half a year, and I don't see them repairing it, but every time I collect electricity bills, I am more active than anyone else." Old Peake squinted his eyes and cursed in his heart, which was his daily mental activity at this time of day.

He tried to move his head to the left and right, but the glare of the sunlight still shone unobliquely on his eyes through the gaping gaps in the ceiling, and he had just woken up from a nap, and it would be the time to wake up, and it was a fire to be blinded by the damn sun.

Old Peake is a grocer, but those who know him well know that the shabby grocery store is just a way to pass the time, and that he is actually a smuggler on the underground black market. In these years, the city was drunk with singing and dancing, and outside the city for a few pieces of bread and a few broken guns, he could fight and die, and what old Peake did was the business between these people.

In his words, Lao Tzu earns all his hard-earned money... Someone else's sweat, my money.

It can be said that as long as you call something famous, he has channels to get it for you, guns, airplanes and tanks, except for the SG-015 Zeuexing missile that Jingdun Technology just drummed out a few days ago, it may take a little effort, and there is no problem with ordinary intercontinental missiles, as long as you have money.

In addition to munitions, medicines, and strategic materials, he is also said to have experience in human resources...... Well, it's the slave trade.

Old Peake squinted his eyes and communicated with the sun for a while, as if he saw a golden smooth past, he rubbed his eyes, grabbed the pornographic magazine next to him and put it on his face, and let the cover made of curved LCD screen scroll on the simple and rough performances of several pairs of men and women, regardless of the surprised eyes of passers-by.

He was wearing headphones, and the façade was playing the latest audio novel that he had just downloaded yesterday, and depending on the type of magazine he had covered his face and the saliva that had left on the corners of his mouth, there was nothing more to say about this novel.

Old Peake was immersed in his wonderful auditory feast, when suddenly he felt the cry of the little slut in his ears seem to be a little farther away...... But it's getting louder.

Could it be that this low-cost production also uses stereoscopic spatial audio?

Wrong!

Old Peake took off the headphones, and the sound was still loud! He didn't care that the magazine on his face fell to the ground, and sat up suddenly, only to see that there was already a circle of people in front of his shop, and the sound in the stereo echoed throughout the shed, and the world was filled with moans.

"Yo, old Peake, good taste, this is a new work of Sweet Meow, I just listened to it last night, of course, I don't dare to use high-power speakers to play."

Old Pique's old face turned red, turned off the speaker, and said viciously: "Little bastard, every time you don't let me be ugly, it's uncomfortable, isn't it?" I really owe you in my last life. Say, what kind of did you get this time? ”

The man was only in his early twenties, with just the right proportions, neither thin nor too exaggerated muscles, with short orange hair that was a little messy, very prodigal, with an angular face and a pair of smiling eyes, he was the kind of bad-looking boy who was most popular with little girls.

He looked at the angry old Peake with a wicked smile, shaking a headphone cable in his hand... Apparently just unplugged.

"Don't say that, in fact, I'm here to solicit business for you, you see, as soon as I make a move, the attention on your side will immediately rise."

Old Peake hated it so much, and those were all for me to make a fool of myself.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go."

The short-haired man threw something on the table and said lightly...

"Help me find a home and divide your share."

Old Peake squinted his eyes and swept it, a bracelet?

"Cut, what else are you looking for for this kind of thing? Are you going to smash my signboard? Old Peake sneered, grabbed the bracelet and threw it into the analyzer on the table without looking, and there was a sound of metal colliding, and the short-haired man's eyes jumped, and he quickly returned to smiling.

"Analysing... Please wait..."

When Old Peake saw that the analyzer was starting to work, he turned his head and asked the short-haired man, "Brother Xiaoma, where did you steal it this time?" I don't accept the road too wild, I still want to live a few more years in peace. ”

The man smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, I didn't let you take it, I just found a home... I picked it up. ”

"Picked up?"

"Picked it up."

The fat on Old Peake's angry face trembled, and he scolded: "Matthew! Do you think I'm a rag? You dare to ...... the garbage you picked up on the street."

Old Peake hadn't finished scolding, but he saw all the red lights on the analyzer body flashing together!

"Manufacturer...... Unknown"

"Fuselage shell material...... Unknown"

Operating System Type...... Unable to parse"

Storage Data Read...... Read failed"

Internal Component Scan...... Scan failed"

"Try to tear it down...... Failed"

"Warning! Warn! High Temperature Reaction Detected! ”

"Warning! Warn! High Temperature Reaction Detected! ”

"Warning! Warn! High Temperature Reaction Detected! ”

Boom!

Old Peake watched in amazement as the lid of the analyzer flew high and high, and the round body of the alloy cast exploded like a fragile sardine can...... The latest automatic mechanical analyzer of Jingdun Technology, which was bought at a great price, has become a pile of scrap metal? The propaganda advertisement says that it can even disassemble a nuclear warhead......

Old Peake swallowed, turned his head to look at Matthew, and continued: "You dare to sell me such a dangerous thing?" ”

Matthew pursed his lips and said, "Can you blame me for taking it upon yourself to test?" Rest assured, as long as you don't try to sabotage it, there's certainly no problem! ”

Although the old Peake is angry in his heart, and he feels even more sorry for the latest analyzer, he is a black marketeer after all, and he still has vision, and this kind of rare goods that can't be seen at all information are rare, maybe it's really a treasure.

"How much are you going to sell?"

Matthew smiled and slowly extended a finger......

"One hundred thousand? Well...... It's a little darker, but this kind of thing depends on fate, maybe there is a real preference for studying this......"

Matthew waved his hand and held out that finger again......

"One... Million? ”

"Ten million??"

Matthew sighed, stretched out his underbeaten finger for the fourth time, and said slowly: "I want 100 million!" ”

Old Peake felt that he must have been tricked, 100 million? A bracelet that I don't know where to pick it up?

"Are you sick? Come to me for fun? Old Peake suddenly felt no more angry, and it was really impossible to be angry with a psychopath.

Matthew picked up the bracelet and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Old guy, I think 100 million is a cheap sale, your analyzer is produced by Jingdun Technology, right?" It is estimated that their backstage has received abnormal data now, wait, someone will come to you tomorrow morning at the latest, I bet you, they will definitely not bargain if you quote 100 million at that time. ”

Old Peake looked at the bracelet that Matthew handed to him, and carefully calculated in his heart, whether it was true or not, this matter would not hurt him...... He was about to reach out to take the letter when a beep sounded in Matthew's head.

"There is a database that matches mental fluctuations into the earth, scanning and pairing...... The entrant was "Old Peake took the bracelet and scolded with a smile: "Why are you stunned? Crashed? ”

Matthew looked at old Peake blankly, and the bracelet left his body, so that he could not receive the full report in the first place... Of course, he will now be able to re-read the remote spirit matching bracelet...

But... Forget it.