"We exchange these things for federal coins, and each of us can get at least 100 million!" Manas's eyes were filled with greedy joy.

"Oh my God! This ticket is really worth it! Tony Hockney swallowed, his beard covered with his own saliva and he didn't know it.

Keaton was also fantasizing, fantasizing about his future life. He thought of Edifinalin, and with this money, he could do some serious business and be able to provide a better living environment for the people he loved. Edea always said that she didn't want to be a criminal lawyer anymore, but wanted to speak for the poor and the environment, and maybe she could change careers and work as a legal counsel for a charity, without thinking about how much money she earns each month.

"Okay!" Wiberkent looked calm, as if he already knew what was inside the box, "Minus and I went to the city of New Berlin to find a buyer, and you guys are waiting for news here." Probably ......"

Before Wilberkent could finish his sentence, Tony Hockney interrupted him. "You two? Traveling to the city of New Berlin with these things? ”

"How?"

"I'm afraid you're gone." Tony Hockney stared into Wilberkent's eyes. Although he was shorter than Wilberkent, Wiberkent's legs were poor and he was hunched most of the time.

"The two thunders who even knotted can be blue and (I also think you two can't go alone)!"

"What do you want?"

"If you want to go, let's go together!" Keaton said.

An hour later, an all-black, high-end Lincoln hovercar drove out of Francie and headed for the city of New Berlin, 2,000 kilometers away.

About thirty kilometers away on the southwestern outskirts of the city of New Berlin there is a naturally formed Great Rift Valley. Originally, it was a place where the aborigines of this planet worshipped gods, but humans occupied this place and drove the aborigines of the planet to the continent of the other half of the planet. The Great Rift Valley is now the largest black market in New Berlin, a gray area that even the police will visit.

This society needs such a place to alleviate some contradictions. The underworld and the white path are actually two sides of the same society. It's like two sides of the same coin. There will never be white without black, and there will be no black without white. The two corroborate each other and are interdependent.

In this canyon more than 200 meters deep, there is a very inconspicuous shop in the middle of the cliff near the east side. The door is decorated with strips of black cloth, and there is neither a house number nor a store name, only a blank wooden sign hanging by the door. Because of the time. The edges of the plaque are cracked, and the shiny paint has lost its luster, but that's the only feature of the shop.

The black market is always crowded. Around the city of New Berlin, and indeed on the entire planet of the Emperor, the police and law and order in the downtown area are among the best in the Federation, and the number of people living in the dark is also the largest. There are natural resources here, and some military enterprises have even opened up this place as their second largest market.

Keaton used to be the merry man here, feeling the man at the top of the pyramid. He controls more than half of the black drug trade, and the price of any drugs he purifies will increase by three or five times. But also here. He offended many people until he was finally betrayed and lost everything and was brought to court.

Thinking of the experience, Keaton's heart felt like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. He misses the absurd but beautiful days, and he is grateful to Idifinarin for saving him. Looking at the cripple who walked at the end, Keaton had already made up his mind. Now all he has to do is earn that money and live a real life with Edie.

Now, it's time for him to repay her.

The small shop with only one wooden sign welcomed its customers. Keaton and the other five knocked on the door, and then went straight inside. It's very dark inside. Only a few faintly fluorescent ornaments lit up.

Six or seven fierce-looking black men stood in the room, their black skin blending perfectly into the black environment. But everyone's fluorescent jewelry makes them stand out. This strong contrast gives a very oppressive feeling, giving the illusion of seeing a ghost.

"Welcome!" A deep, slightly accented voice said.

The few people who entered the small shop turned their heads to see a bald head standing in the corner of the room. He had sunglasses on his eyes, and no one knew how he could see through them in such a dark environment. He has a square-shaped mustache on his chin and a glowing earring on one ear. His skin should be a little dark, but he doesn't want to be like other black people. It appears to be bronze under fluorescence. Dressed in a leather jacket and leather pants, it can be seen from the tight vest under the leather jacket that this person must have screaming muscles.

"Reddick?" Keaton asked, confused.

"Keaton!? It's you! There was also an element of surprise in the bald head's tone, but more of it seemed to be anger.

"How did you become like this?" Keaton said nonchalantly.

"Because of you, I spent fifteen years in prison. Do you know what's there? Reddick's voice began to tremble. Without waiting for Keaton to answer, he said to himself, "There's a lot of bastards and bastards out there, and there's endless darkness. They sent me to the prison of the Dark Star, a planet that would never see the sun. ”

"So, you're used to the darkness now?"

Reddick takes off his sunglasses. His eyes sparkled in the dark room, as strange as a feline from Maracay. "But I was lucky, there happened to be a doctor who could do an organ transplant and a pair of shiny eyes."

"Oh~!" McMenus was surprised and said, "You changed your own eyeballs?" ”

"Not bad. I persuaded them to replace me with the artificial eyeballs, because I killed the owners of those eyes with my own hands and took out the two lovely eyeballs. ”

Everyone felt a deep chill as they climbed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Alright, we're here to talk about business." Keaton said. He didn't want to talk to Redick too much, either.

"Oh? Yes! I heard! Reddick put on his sunglasses and motioned for Keaton to sit down.

Keaton Five made two bench couches. Fanst held a large box in his hand, which he carefully placed at his feet.

"I've heard that. Someone made a big vote in Francie, and I think it's you. But as you may know, those were originally Van Dihale's goods, and that bastard has been like a mad dog these days. (To be continued.) )