Where?

This question immediately asked everyone's hearts.

Did Wang Teng really catch the members of the South Wind Organization?

You must know that Wang Teng used this reason to invite everyone to watch the trial.

But now, there are many rumors outside, some people say that this No. 7 town is not a trap of the Nanfeng organization at all, but a trap of many mercenary organizations, because Wang Teng wants to wash his hands in a golden basin.

Everyone is not stupid, they all understand the meaning behind the words "golden basin washing".

It's impossible to say not to worry.

Will Wang Teng really use them as bargaining chips for whitewashing and sell them to those serious organizations?

"Let the brothers have a good time!"

"yes, it's two days before I see it, and the thought of it tickles me!"

Everyone shouted, some people just wanted to make a noise, it didn't matter if they could see it or not.

But there are also people who really want to see it.

Only when they really saw the members of the South Wind Organization who were arrested would the suspicions in their hearts dissipate somewhat.

After all, the mercenaries are all veterans of false propaganda, and no one can be sure whether those so-called members of the South Wind Organization are real members, or are they just taking some slaves or ordinary people to pretend to be?

This is a tradition since ancient times.

"What's the hurry?"

The man at the registration office looked at everyone, frowned slightly, and asked, "There are two days left, so you can't wait?" You are so patient, how can Lord Wang Teng trust you? ”

"Hehe, the brothers are just talking, and now I can't see it." Someone below laughed dryly.

"Don't worry, you should see it naturally, you will see it, don't think nonsense!"

The man at the registration office waved his hand and said, "Now let's register in first, and after registration, we will go to the town to have fun, and two days will pass in the blink of an eye!" ”

With that, he turned around and walked back to the registration room, without giving the many mercenaries outside a chance to ask questions again.

After entering the room, this person's face suddenly sank, and he whispered to the people around him: "Go and check the people who spoke out first just now, I suspect that they are undercover agents of the South Wind organization, or they may have mixed in after Yi Rong, you have to find out in detail, name, age, past experience, organization, etc., all have to be found out for me!" ”

"Yes!"

The people beside him immediately retreated and went to investigate as he commanded.

In such a critical period, it is better to kill mistakes than to let them go.

Even if the other party is not a member of the South Wind organization, as long as they show the slightest bit of wrongness, they can be listed as assassination targets.

If you can't find out too much information, then kill it directly, and it's a hundred!

At this time, outside the registration office, the mercenaries who led the shouting just now were completely unaware of it, and they didn't feel the crisis at all.

A group of nanobots sent by Susha were also here, witnessing everything that happened.

He didn't expect the mercenaries to ask about the location of the kidnapped members of the South Wind Organization, but just watched the excitement here.

"The rumors circulating outside are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and these mercenaries have suspicions in their hearts."

In the scene just now, the expressions of both sides were all in the eye of Su Xia.

A lot of things are hidden in the details, and if you look closely, you can see some of the signs.

Su Xia retracted his mind and continued to observe the vision that the other groups of nanobots had returned to him.

In addition to the bars, the Colosseum, casinos and other locations, the trading market in the center of the town is also an area with a mix of dragons and snakes and dense information exchange.

The trading market in Small Town Seven was far larger than the market in the town that Su Xia had destroyed before, at least five times larger.

Before I got closer, I could hear a cacophony of human voices.

Some people are shouting, some people are haggling, some people are testing goods, and all kinds of voices are mixed together, and they look like ordinary wet markets.

The smell of cigarettes, gunsmoke, alcohol, perfume and so on are also mixed together, making the smell of the whole market extremely complex and unpleasant.

But the mercenaries who came and went had long been accustomed to it.

"Treasure map! Sell treasure maps! A treasure of yellow sand in the northwest of the continent! The legendary ancient city of civilization buried by yellow sand! ”

"Slave contract, sold cheaply, first come, first served, accept bargaining, you can barter!"

"The land lease, located on the outskirts of Fish Scale City in the southwest, with a total area of 3,000 square meters, can be used as a temporary station, and is now sold at a reduced price......"

"AN-16 assault rifle, 7.62 mm, produced by Anluo Company, non-manual workshop, with official good product certification, fake one pays ten......"

“……”

The market is crowded with people, bustling with all kinds of sounds.

The things on each stall are also dazzling, colorful, colorful, big things and small gadgets, which is overwhelming.

Even in normal times, the trading market in the center of Town Seven is an extremely lively place, let alone now.

There are too many mercenary organizations entering the town these days.

Many mercenary organizations have some useless materials in their hands and want to exchange them, and the trading market has naturally become their first choice.

At a glance, hundreds of stalls were crowded, some mercenaries even fought to grab the stalls, and some shared a stall.

The market really couldn't be crowded, so they continued to squeeze into the roads in all directions.

So much so that the streets outside were filled with all kinds of supplies on both sides.

The mercenaries who had the idea of trading sat on the ground, spread a rag directly in front of them, and then put all kinds of things on it, so that it was a makeshift stall.

"It's really hilarious."

Su Xia controlled the nanobot, walked around the trading market, and saw a lot of good things.

In this large-scale trading center, there are really genuine weapons produced by Anluo Company, and there are quite a few of them, including automatic pistols, semi-automatic rifles, high-precision sniper rifles, individual rocket launchers, small-caliber mortars, and so on.

And the bullets of various calibers produced by Anluo Company can be as many as you want.

As long as the money is enough, the weapons and ammunition are enough!

Looking at its condition, most of it is brand new and completely unused.

"How could these brand-new standard equipment flow out of Anluo Company?"

Su Xia looked over in a row with a focused expression.

In the past, although Anluo products could be seen in some places, most of them were second-hand, and many of them were eliminated from the battlefield, or simply removed from the corpses of dead soldiers.

This brand new standard weapon is only eligible to be ordered by the city defense departments of individual cities.

Su Xia calculated, the regular Anluo Company-standard weapons in the market in front of him were enough to equip an integrated infantry regiment, and even two artillery battalions could be put together.

With so many standard weapons, even Su Xia's North Wind Organization didn't have them.

"The mercenaries are really rich, and when they run out of supplies in the future, they will go and ransack a mercenary town, and then let them develop for a while, and then loot them again when they are well developed." Such a thought flashed through Su Xia's mind, but he quickly shook his head again.

Mercenary towns shouldn't exist in the first place, so if they can be destroyed, they should be destroyed as soon as possible.

The mercenaries have accumulated bloody wealth by plundering ordinary people, if Su Xia really let them develop, then what is the difference between himself and those mercenaries?

The longer they live, the more ordinary people will suffer.

In this market, at least a thousand slaves are kept in cold cages, and each of them is forced to sign a slave contract.

They were originally ordinary people with free bodies, but their lives were not good and they encountered this troubled world.

In front of the nanobot controlled by Su Xia, there is a mercenary who is bargaining with the slave stall owner.

"How much does this slave cost?" The mercenary pointed to a slave in an iron cage.

"Five thousand, no two prices." The stall owner replied calmly.

"It's five thousand? Why don't you grab it? The mercenary's eyes widened, and his tone was not good.

"My slave is in good health, but it's not those sick things in other stalls, you buy him back, whether it is mining as a slave laborer, or reclaiming wasteland for you, you can create a value of far more than five thousand." The stall owner said lazily.

"Humph! Healthy? Who knows how long he will live? ”

In the wilderness, only firearms, grain, crop seeds, fuel, medicines, etc. can be regarded as hard currency, and the price has remained high, in a relatively stable range.

Slaves, on the other hand, were not hard currency, and their prices fluctuated all the time, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds.

Some mercenary organizations have mines, woodyards, quarries, etc., which require a large number of slave labor, so they will buy slaves that appear to be healthy at a low price, and squeeze those slaves to death, trying to squeeze out a value far beyond the purchase price before they die.

However, in the early years, some slave traders were unruly, shoddy, and deliberately gave some seriously ill slaves hyperactive drugs to make them appear refreshed.

Many mercenary organizations have been deceived, after all, they can't see the length of the health bar on everyone's head.

It is because of those swindlers that the price of slaves has dropped again and again.

A few years ago, the average price was nearly 10,000, but now it is 1 or 2,000, and if it is sold late, it will not even be able to earn back the money for the grain eaten by the slaves.

In general, among the slaves, women were more expensive than men, and the younger ones were more expensive than the old

Slaves in their twenties and thirties are often the best to sell, and there is no need to worry about selling them at all.

"Two thousand five, I want this slave!" The mercenary started to award the family, and directly cut the price in half.

"Two thousand five? Are you dreaming? ”

The stall owner was unceremonious, pointed to the slave in the cage and said, "Look at his physique, do you think two thousand five can be bought?" ”

"Then you can make a price, five thousand is too much, you know." The mercenary said.

"Five thousand, no two prices, I can give you another message." The stall owner replied.

"What's the news? Who knows if your news is worth it? ”

"Don't worry, it's definitely worth the money!" The stall owner directly assured, "If it's worthless, you open my stall, I will never say anything." ”

"That's fine!"

The mercenary didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out a thin stack of banknotes from his pocket, which was a hundred-yuan bill, no more, no less, exactly fifty, and patted it directly in front of the stall owner.

He glared and said, "The money has arrived, tell me about your news." ”

"Hmm."

The stall owner's expression remained unchanged, he reached out and picked up the stack of banknotes, didn't count them, and put them directly into his wallet.

Then, he looked up at the mercenary and asked slowly, "Southwest Mercenary Union, you know?" ”

"Of course I do!"

A hint of disdain flashed across the mercenary's face, and he said, "Isn't it just those disgusting things that claim to be decent people?" Everyone is a mercenary, who hasn't had blood on their hands? They just have torii! ”

"What, don't you want to be a decent person in the mercenary guild?" The stall owner asked him.

"Oh, how comfortable Lao Tzu is in the wilderness, unrestrained, do whatever he wants, what do you do in those so-called formal organizations? Is it bound to be angry when you go in? ”

"You really don't want to?"

"Of course I don't want to!"

"But if you don't want to, it doesn't mean that other people don't want to."

The stall owner looked at the mercenary and said meaningfully.

The mercenary's face changed slightly, and he asked, "What the do you mean?" Do you think I don't know about those rumors? It's all fake! ”

"Brother, there are some things that everyone knows, don't be stubborn, I know what you think in your heart."

The stall owner smiled and stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to shake hands with the mercenary.

However, from the mercenary's point of view, it can be seen that the stall owner is holding a paper ball in his palm.

The content on the paper ball is naturally the news that the stall owner said.

Obviously, this news is related to those recent rumors, and it is likely to be evidence that the top of a mercenary organization wants to wash their hands of gold!

The mercenary's face changed, and after looking around a few times, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to shake the stall owner's hand, took the paper ball from the stall owner's palm, and then quickly put it into his pocket.

"Don't lie to me!"

He said viciously: "There are my brothers everywhere here, if you dare to lie to me, you will not end well, you remember me!" ”

With that, he turned around and left in a hurry, not even asking for a slave, not even looking at it.

For a full five thousand dollars, I only bought a paper ball.

Obviously, the gossip that has been circulating among the mercenaries recently has made many mercenaries feel uneasy, and this mercenary is one of them.

Although he said that he didn't believe it, his actions had betrayed his inner thoughts.

Su Xia was on the side, witnessing the whole process with the help of the perspective of nanobots.

"What's in the ball of paper?" He was also a little curious, "Also, this stall owner, and the slave in the cage, are not quite right......"

As a person who often changes his appearance, Su Xia can be regarded as having experience in changing his appearance.

He felt that the stall owner's facial expressions were unnatural, and the corners of his mouth were not moving normally when he spoke, and he looked like he was wearing a human skin mask.

That is, he, if he is someone else, can't see this little problem at all.

Moreover, the slave in the iron cage does not look like a slave.

Although he looked unkempt and his clothes were tattered, his lowered eyes were calm, without the numbness or fear of the rest of the slaves.

Through the tattered clothes, several scars on his arms could be faintly seen, all of which were old wounds, not recent.

"A stall owner is not a stall owner, and a slave is not a slave."

Su Xia made a brief observation and came to a conclusion.

"It's the South Wind Organization that infiltrated the people."

(End of chapter)