Although Omer was indeed taken aback by the fact that an argument that had been in place for a certain time was suddenly confirmed by a real hammer, it was still something that did not matter to him.

After all, the one who cares about this should be the traverser, not the local who gets the memory of the traverser as if he wants to inherit the other party's persistence.

After a little surprise, there was no need for him to stay here, and politely offered his resignation.

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"Then you shouldn't continue to wait for the results of the Security Bureau? What are you doing here? You can't be idle at all, can you? ”

The sudden voice in his ears caused Ormer's steps to pause, and then he took another step: "Tired of the game? ”

He was walking in the mirrored bazaar in the western part of the Heavenly Gate City, and Morrison's voice came out without warning, and Omer, who was not walking with the terminal open, thought he was hallucinating.

The magic of this place is indeed easy to make people doubt reality, as the inner urban area of the City of Heavenly Gate opened up by the outside world, the mirror market has some 'bugs' in the boundary of the space because of the mistakes at the beginning of the space development, so everyone who comes here can see the strange picture of the curved and cascading buildings.

In the past, Ormer had seen photos of such wonders on the Internet, and there were corresponding wonders in the knowledge of the other world, but they were the products of the movie and not the ones he saw with his own eyes now.

Developers don't care about space bugs, as long as it's new land, it can be developed, and there are a lot of people in the space department of Tianmen City, so there are quite a lot of artificial space bazaars that rely on the main world, and at the same time, it is not convenient to manage, so it has also become a place to hide dirt and dirt.

The small black market unique to the City of Heaven's Gate was familiar to Morrison, but he didn't remember teaching Omer how to get here.

"I figured you should leave the police station at this point, but you're all here, and I'm heartless to play games again, right? How did you find here? ”

"Search the black market, flip through the forums, sift out useless things, leave those you care about for map screening, hire a taxi driver to fly six locations, observe the pedestrians in these locations separately to determine the intelligence, further narrow the investigation circle and then learn from others to come here."

"Seriously? An hour and a half is enough for you to do so much? Morrison's voice was full of surprise.

"Of course it's not serious, the actual process can be omitted, because I was noticed by someone at the entrance outside the bazaar, and I spent hundreds of dollars to ask the other party to bring me to the black market..."

Although he was wronged, Omer didn't look unhappy when he talked about it, and even felt a little emotional.

"I didn't expect there to be people doing this kind of business outside the mirror market."

Entering the Mirror Bazaar from the outside only requires passing through a tunnel on the side of an alley, and no one is even in the way of the gatekeeper, and when Omer notices this, he immediately realizes that the guy leading the way is making money at zero cost.

But he did save time, and he didn't lose the extra money he had promised at the beginning.

And after actually coming in, what needs to be sighed by Omer is that this place doesn't look like a black market, but like a place in Diagon Alley or something.

There is no poor security, no chaotic repertoire, and even no place to set up stalls on the ground, but the shops that are extremely compact between buildings.

He was prepared to be in trouble because of his overly youthful appearance and unguarded posture, including being targeted by pickpockets or something, the latter of whom he could still recognize the 'special occupations' who could not escape the occupational illness because he had seen a lot in the Boundary Gate District.

But even if they noticed his presence, they didn't plan to do anything, and even distanced themselves.

"Do you know anyone amazing?" Morrison is not confused in this kind of place.

"I'm also curious, I think that among the people I have met in the past few days, only Miss Xingxiong may have some prestige in this kind of place."

The information contained in the otherworldly memory of the ghost lady contains information related to the gangsters, but that kind of information can only be used as a reference, and it is not advisable to believe it, and the evidence is some horse racing trainers who have done something wrong.

"Who's that?"

"The police officer who helped me yesterday, but I don't mention it right now. Since you're here, let's be a staff officer, are you familiar with this place? ”

"This is District Three, I've been here before, what do you want to buy?"

"Don't rush first, gather information first," Omer replied as he looked at the various storefronts passing by, "a place where you can buy and sell information directly, a place where you can hire eyeliners, even a place where you can hire minions, and finally a place where you can be associated with high-end weapons." ”

"Then you might as well find a store and sit down, you can check most of the LAN connected here, I'll add some information to you that can't be found, and you can find the rest yourself."

"Yes," Omer gladly accepted, and then touched the terminal, projecting a light screen, on which Morrison's P face appeared, "Entered the state?" You're much more capable and reliable now than you were before. ”

"If you can't persuade you, you should face reality, what kind of equipment do you want? You must be running for your own hands, right? ”

"If you want to say that the rapid success must be a mechanical leap, with the assistance of those chips and implants, it can even quickly pass the run-in stage of the body and exert full combat power."

"But this road can only be the last one."

"It's expensive and you have to give up your body, and I can hire several people to avenge you for the same price," Omer pouted, "It's much more stable." ”

"yes, and there are also options for exoskeletons, armor, Gundams, and the like," Morrison said, adding, "There are also some firearms that are too powerful and don't need to be too high." ”

"But my marksmanship is just okay, not to mention 100 shots, let alone driving experience with large armor, and it is destined to cost a lot of money on chips and assistance systems."

Omer pushed the door open and took his seat, beckoning to the waiter.

"It doesn't matter if you learn now, you have an S1 driver's license, you can drive a floating car, you can fly an airship, and it's not difficult to drive a Gundam, I've heard that there have been fully automatic Gundams on the market before, which is really the gospel of lazy dogs."

"Is that something that sounds super expensive really worth talking about?" Omer said, nodding to the waiter who approached, "A caramel latte, thank you." ”

"Why don't you order black coffee?" "It's an adventure to order a black coffee at an unfamiliar shop, and a caramel latte makes no difference anywhere."

"Then I don't think there's much difference between black coffee, it's ridiculously bitter anyway." Morrison muttered.

"That's because you are a layman who doesn't know how to taste," "Then you might as well order a honey special drink, and there is no difference anywhere," "Stop here and go back to our original topic!" ”

Olmer tapped on the table, then raised his hand to the attendant who was paying attention.

"If you don't consider technology, is there a way for the pill on the cultivation side? And those natural treasures. ”

"If you want to choose this, you will be ready to turn into a medicine jar, even if the system is improved until now, it is difficult to achieve it quickly, and it is also a foreign object, and the release threshold of the spell scroll is lower than that of a spell, at least you don't have to open your mouth to chant a spell."

"Of course, there are spells that can be released without opening your mouth, but it doesn't mean much, does it?"

When Omer heard this, he fell into deep thought, and then said:

“…… Sure enough, it's better to buy the Star Destroyer or hire someone directly, right? ”

"Why don't you go to the auction?" Morrison, who saw him swinging so quickly, tried to come up with a new route, and saw that the other party's expression became extremely subtle, "What's wrong?" ”

"The auction is a non-existent memory, don't worry, you can talk about the situation of the auction first."

"There is an auction website on the black market LAN that needs to open a blocker to open, some of the procedures are legal, everyone knows it, and some dangerous goods can often be brushed out, and some failed experimental products of Interstellar Heavy Industries will also be thrown in for disposal, so we call it a scrap acquisition station."

"There's too much of a gap between the auction and the scrap yard, right?"

"There's something good, and that's the auction! Three years ago, there was a genuine three-god card at the No. 4 Mirror Market auction, you young people should know that thing, right? ”

"Yu-Gi-Oh?" Omer was surprised.

This is an IP that is difficult for a traverser to let go, not to mention that the technology level of this world is enough to revitalize many card games, and Omo already knew about it before he got the 'non-existent memory', but he didn't have much contact, in order to reduce the burden on his brain and heart.

After all, he has always looked at Bi Ze's duelist experience: alas, what kind of duel did he engage in at a young age, and he had a myocardial infarction, right.jpg

Bi Ze is naturally a card guy, although Omer is very suspicious of his record, but at least he is familiar with the card guy's fanaticism.

Considering that they can be so fanatical about virtual cards, it's no surprise that they're investing heavily in cards that directly summon monsters in reality to interfere with reality.

However, there are not many such cards, I don't know if it is because there are too few related traversers, or if the cost of imitation is too high.

"Yu-Gi-Oh." Morrison was convinced.

"So the auction site has nothing to do, you can brush it more, while you're still here, the network can only be logged in if you step into the black market, and some people have already tried to make cyber hackers cheat and their brains have been burned."

"Is it okay to hire someone here to help you keep an eye on yourself?" Omer begins to scroll through the terminal screen, and Morrison's villain is helping him guide him to the auction house's page.

"Of course, maybe the owner of the shop you're staying at right now will help a few customers pay attention, which is a very common part-time job for the residents here."

".....," Omer pondered, "looking back... Isn't this a substitute lottery dog pool? ”

"Bet on the dog pool... Indeed. Morrison, who has little contact with mobile game culture, understands the word as the name suggests, and recommends it with great interest, after all, he is a gambling dog, and he pays special attention to this kind of activity because of his hobby of collecting weapons-

- Of course, his salary has never been enough to participate, but he is only responsible for forwarding messages and shouting.

But now that Omer is also holding a huge amount of money, maybe he will have the idea to participate in his place?

Despite the high expectations and the gleeful conduct of the network, Omer was really lacking in interest.

"I'm not interested in gambling, betting on horses is because I believe in what I think I'm a horse racing girl," Omer raised his hand to support his chin, and turned his head directly to look at the street scene outside the window, "And this kind of sand and gold panning like an activity is even more difficult to look forward to," "Omer, look at this!" ”

Hearing Morrison's sudden and enthusiastic greeting, Omer turned around in surprise to see Morrison's villain poking his finger to the side for auction options.

[Mechagodzilla Card], [Ultraman Belial Card]

Starting price: 894631 yuan

“？ What the hell is this? ”

Omer was stunned, seeing this thing first reminded him of the Tokusatsu Association's merch cards, but how could that kind of thing also have a logo and anti-counterfeiting identification, and even the title would be added to the publisher, instead of such a simple [Mechagodzilla card].

And it's hard not to think too much about this 'Mechagodzilla' at this juncture, especially since there is a short list of instructions below.

[The power of this one, you have all seen it]

"Omer! Sign up? There are still three hours to go, and this set of things will officially start filming! The vampires on the side were still agitating.

Unexpectedly, the adopted son looked at him in surprise and puzzlement.

"Shooting? Are you kidding. "Your latte, sir."

The waiter on the side handed out the drink at this time, and Omer took it, nodded in thanks, and heard Morrison's surprise: "Aren't you interested?" ”

"Very interested." Ormo took a sip of latte, as expected, decently.

He suddenly missed the soul-flavored drink he hadn't drunk before, and the shop was now a part of the scorched earth, and he only wished that the clerks were still alive.

"But I didn't have the confidence to shoot it."

Seeing that this adopted son said something very embarrassing with a calm face, he would definitely seize the opportunity to ridicule in the past, but now Morrison is just a little speechless.

"So what are you going to do? Intercept? This is an online auction, everyone is quoting on the Internet and then mailing it, and if there is a condition, it can even be transmitted in space. ”

Blocking is simply not realistic.

"Of course it's not a blockade, your existence is so modern, but your thinking is so ancient, I really don't know what to say."

Omer was a little helpless, raised his hand and pulled the terminal, and kept exiting the web page under Morrison's somewhat helpless gaze until the terminal's default home page, and clicked on the dial.

"I'm going to call the police."