Hella gritted her teeth and struggled to top up her power and wealth, buying a portion of the matching bullets.

Then, she realized—it wasn't enough!

That guy Loki barely cares about politics, and the people of Asgard are rebasking in the glory of the past.

In fact, the phenomenon of the waning mountains has been very obvious.

When Hela returned, it was another indiscriminate killing.

The whole of Asgard is in turmoil, and how much is its currency worth in such a place?

However, the Asgardians have the power and wealth that has become their "value preservation product".

It's a pity that those who have power and wealth only have ten or twenty points.

Even if Hela returns to Asgard to do some research, she will have to buy more.

Not to mention letting the army of the undead maintain the combat power of three thousand Gatlings, they can't even do one matching bullet per person.

Even in the Battle of Stalingrad that year, several Soviet soldiers shared a gun and a few bullets, which seemed richer than Hela's army of the undead.

Moreover, the cold weapons that the original army of the undead brought have all disappeared.

Except for the three thousand Gatlings that the Buddha said, there was a terrible "chainsaw bone", killing a thousand enemies and losing one thousand and a half to himself.

The Buddha said that the precision firearm of the 3,000 Gatling is also difficult to use as a "hammer" to smash the enemy.

In the absence of bullets, the strength of the army of the undead does not rise but falls.

"It's not what I imagined."

Hela walked out of the shop and greeted the bright sunshine of the trading pavilion, feeling a little dazzling.

A feeling of being in a trance and being separated from the world arises spontaneously.

In her imagination, after she got out of trouble, she should return to the king and bring Asgard back to its former glory - nay, more brilliant than it once was.

Something that Odin didn't do back then.

She, Hela, is going to do it, and she'll prove that she's stronger than Odin.

She's right.

However, now Hela is in a dilemma where a penny is hard to beat a hero.

Inside the store, I saw Hela's extremely difficult way to pay for it.

The "ground tour guide" withdrew without hesitation.

Anyway, he has already brought the other party here to buy something, and his responsibility has been completed.

And seeing the other party's trembling appearance, the ground guide understood that this product was not the lucky one who knew the agent.

At most, it can be regarded as a guest developed by the agent at will.

It's not good that it's still a guest in the category of "Zheng Zheng Iron Bone".

This type of guest usually has a characteristic of contempt and contempt for the trading cabinet at first.

I often say "I'm dead, and I won't buy goods in the trading room!" "Sell such an expensive thing to a ghost! "Garbage Trading Pavilion, Dead Profiteers! Words like that hang on my lips.

said that he was at odds with the trading cabinet.

Then he will go crazy in the trading cabinet and buy a bankruptcy.

In the end, I fell into the situation of "I can buy goods without a trading cabinet, and I will die if I don't trade".

It can be described as ironclad.

This kind of iron bones have to be produced several times a month.

I thought it was a thigh, but I didn't expect it to be a pit.

The "ground tour guide" secretly said that he was unlucky, and he ran faster than anyone else.

"The lord of Asgard has fallen to this."

Hela was still in a trance when she heard someone say.

Her eyes instantly sharpened, and Hela was about to condense her sword to strike, and a majestic force suddenly poured out from all directions.

With irresistible power, Hela became a statue.

Immobile.

The power was surging wildly in the body, but it could not be used in the slightest.

"Don't make a move in the Trading Chamber, my Lady Death." The person who spoke just now walked up to Hela from behind, "Don't try to resist, the Trading Pavilion is not targeting you, it's just a self-protection mechanism, disperse the power, stay calm, and the power to suppress you will naturally disappear." ”

It was a man with a bitter face who was deeply hateful.

The eye sockets are a little sunken, and the eyebrows are high and low, but they are not ugly.

The whole person exudes a calm temperament.

It's not like someone who can say something that is slightly sarcastic at first.

Hela followed the man's words and dispersed her strength, no longer fighting against the Dealing Cabinet's defenses.

Sure enough, that majestic power also disappeared at the same time.

Let her be free.

"Asgardians?" Hela asked.

She recognized that the person in front of her turned out to be an Asgardian.

"Before, I guess." "Now I'm just an ordinary agent. I will show you the way according to your instructions. ”

"Agent? Ming Lu? Hela was puzzled, "Who are you talking about?" ”

The man didn't answer, and said as he preached, "Go to the trading pavilion and sell your swords—if they can be separated from you and still exist and maintain their original sharpness." ”

With that, the man turned and left.

Now it was clear to Hela that what he had just said should have come from someone's orders.

Who that person is, naturally, is self-evident.

"Is this humiliating me?"

Hela felt some smoke rise above her head, and the damn merchant didn't even see her.

Suppressing her anger, Hela came to the sales area of the trading pavilion and showed her "weapon" to the salesman's sister.

She could indeed separate the swords completely.

You can even create more powerful cold weapons out of thin air.

In a sense, he is a very powerful craftsman, or a manufacturer of cold weapons.

Soon, the salesman's sister responded, and the sword made by Hella could be purchased by the Trading Pavilion for 200 points.

"It's only 200 points?" Once again, Hela felt humiliated.

The Buddha, who is about as powerful as him, said that the first three Gatlings are 1,000 points in a minute's bullet!

At this time, Hela ignored the fact that with her, those weapons could exert this power.

And the Buddha said that 3,000 Gatlings, as long as you can afford it, can bear it, and pull the trigger.

Whether Jason Byrne or 007 comes to use it, the effect is the same.

"Yes." The salesman's lady obviously didn't have any intention of bargaining with Hela.

The trading cabinet is never a second price.

"200 is 200 points."

After all this experience, Hella also knows the strength of the Trading Cabinet.

Either overturn the trading cabinet or follow the rules of the trading cabinet.

The salesman's sister paused, seemed to accept some information, and said, "If you are willing to provide it exclusively to the trading pavilion, the price can be increased to 1,000 points." ”

It was a five-fold increase.

For a moment, Hela's heart fluttered.

But she's not stupid.

It didn't take long to realize that it was greasy.

That's right!

There's also a free trade zone where she can sell the cold weapons she's created to earn a lot of money.

It's just that the new god king of Asgard suddenly became a weapons dealer?

But it's just a deal with the Trading Cabinet.

Hela felt like she couldn't make a show and smile like that kind of vendor.

As for the attitude of "love to buy and buy not to buy", Hella is also clear.

The weapons she created were not as precious as they were.

Among other things, there are many alternatives to the Trading Cabinet.

If she goes to set up a stall, it will be like a commissary in a large supermarket, and it will be heaven to be able to mix food and clothing.

If you want to use this method to arm her army of the undead, it is far away.

However, Hella eventually chose to go to the free trade zone.

She really didn't want to follow the "path" that the damn businessman had laid out for her.

She's Hela......

Iron-clad, everyone understands it anyway.

Half an hour later, Hela angrily returned to the sales area and said to the salesman's lady in an almost low voice: "Exclusive! I want to sell it exclusively! ”

"Okay, please come here with me and sign an agreement." The young lady's smile was as sweet as ever.

Hela walked behind without love.

She had been to the free trade zone, except for the ladder, which reached a maximum of 45% in taxes.

The cost of "setting up a stall to sell goods" a day is a full 5,000 points, which is still the lowest stall - that is, the kind that gives you a piece of land and allows people to make a blanket to set up a stall.

On this day, Hela suffered the biggest setback of her life, not one of them.

I, Hela, choose to trade.