A moment passes.

"But......" Zulu and the others in the restaurant gradually calmed down, "I want to say, we still have to spend money, don't we?"

This is a heavy and unavoidable topic, with the intention of the speaker and the intention of the listener.

"Boss Zulu, just say whatever you want, they're all brothers, you might as well open the skylight and say something!" The "cigarette case" responded loudly.

"Yes, Boss, say it!"

"Boss, we listen to you!"

Zulu looked around, "This time we are going to other people's territory to 'eat' food, it is the work of pinning our heads to the waistband of our trousers, and we are dealing with robots on the territory of beasts, neither side is good at stubble, although we have been doing a hard job, but it does not mean that our lives are not worth anything, we also have families, relatives, and friends, and we also need to live well, right?"

"Yes!"

"Quite right!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"If you want to save your life, you have to have a 'back hand', right?" Zulu.

"Yes, yes!" the audience agreed.

"Boss, what are your 'back-up' plans? Someone asked.

"I think we need to hire some helpers, or support, backup," Zulu said, "just now the 'big guy' asked me what is the point of knowing the location of the operation in advance? ”

"Do you want to 'help' and do it cost money?" someone in the room asked.

"Yes, it must cost money!" Zulu said.

When it came to spending money, everyone was silent again, because if you spend an extra penny on public projects, Zulu will get a penny less when she splits the money, and after a long time of scarcity, it must be reluctant to spend a lot of money, after all, many people in the audience are pointing to this money to turn over and live a good life for a few days.

"I know that everyone is reluctant to pay money, and I am reluctant to do it," Zulu said solemnly, "But when I signed to receive the money, Jin said, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and the implication is that there is only a dead end if you don't succeed, but after thinking about it during this time, I came to a conclusion, that is, even if we do it this time, it will be a dead end!"

Everyone felt a chill and looked at Zulu in unison.

"Boss, do you mean to kill people and kill people?" the old black skin, nicknamed "Salted Fish", made a gesture of slitting his throat.

"What do you think?" Zulu looked around, "The behind-the-scenes employer used such a large amount of money in order to 'hack' into Qinghe Fortress, there are super hacking tools, and spaceship transfers, on this planet, except for beasts, I really can't guess who else has such a fat guts!"

"It's the kingdom of the four human slaves? It's just self-preservation, it's impossible to dare to raise the bar with the beasts! It's the four neutral zones? No matter how strong the aliens are, but the earth is the territory of the beasts and androids after all, and the strong dragons don't suppress the earth snakes, unless they are tired of being crooked!"

There was silence for a while, and then there was a whisper in the room.

"Boss, if the behind-the-scenes employers are really beasts, why don't they do it themselves?"

"Are you stupid X?What is the relationship between bestials and robots?" "Cigarette Case" scolded sideways, "Ask such idiot questions, can you bring some brains?"

"Before the 'Havoc War', beasts and robots were already in an alliance, and this alliance is still unbreakable. Zulu replied.

"In that case, then why do beast-humans do something to the robots?" asked someone in the room.

"For my own selfish interests, that's what I guessed," Zulu said, "The beast man and the robot alliance are a big framework, a big benefit, and under this big framework, different kingdoms and clans have a lot of selfish interests, so ......" Zulu shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Could the employer be Qiman?" "Salted fish" the old black skin suddenly asked.

"'Salted Fish' went with me," Zulu nodded in the air, "I think this 'behind-the-scenes employer' should be someone with a certain status and influence in the 'Blue Wolf Country', and the Great Lord of the 'Blue Wolf Country', Qi Man, is the most suspicious. Zulu replied.

"If it's really Qiman, what is the purpose of his doing this? Isn't it his own handiwork that 'Qinghe Ranch' sold to robots the year before last?, otherwise who would dare to sell it?" asked Bai Pi, nicknamed "Fire Machine".

"The 'firer' asked about the point, and the 'hammer' they also mentioned just now that the dungeon of Qinghe Fortress has been out of treasures before, so I guess there are still things in this dungeon that Qiman wants, whether this 'thing' is an antique or something else, anyway, he didn't find it when he sold the kingdom's property to the empire, and then found out and couldn't get it back, so he could only 'black' go in and rob it!" Zulu replied.

"And I want to ask you, why don't they do it themselves, but have to pay a lot of money for us to do it?" Zulu looked at the group with deep eyes.

"Let us be substitutes for the dead?" "Salted Fish" asked faintly.

"Right!" Zulu clapped his hands, "So, no matter whether we succeed or fail, from the moment we decided to take this job, we have fallen into a mortal situation, and the beasts will not let us go easily." ”

"For them, leaving anyone in the know is tantamount to planting a mine, and they don't know when they will step on this mine, so in order to maintain the alliance between beasts and robots, whether things are successful or not, will kill us!"

The crowd was awe-inspiring.

"Damn!" the "big man" cursed loudly, got up and grabbed his gun, and walked straight to the door of the restaurant.

"Big, where are you going?" asked the "cigarette box" loudly with his head sideways.

"I'm going to slaughter that lowly grandson of Ning Kim!" said the big man.

"Pull him back!" Zulu scolded, "Brainless type!"

A few people in the audience got up and went to stop them.

"Boss, can you talk to Kim, let's quit and return the money, okay?" asked the dark-skinned young woman nicknamed "Lipstick."

"Hmph," Zulu snorted, "then we won't survive tomorrow!"

After a few words, the "big guy" has been pressed back into his seat by everyone.

"Got a solution?" "Salted Fish" asked.

Zulu shook his head.

"Do you want to prepare a 'back hand'?"

Zulu nodded.

"Then let's talk about the 'back hand' first?" asked the "cigarette case".

"Okay, let's talk about our 'back-up' plan, do the most with the least amount of money!" Zulu said loudly.

The next day, a dilapidated RV set off from Huangsha County in a low-key manner, and a few days later traveled to Cobalt Star-6, the largest interstellar trading port in Neutral Zone 8.

The car drove all the way to a stop in front of No. 98 Luye Street, which is a private clubhouse.

A tall black-skinned slave wearing sunglasses opened the door and got out of the car, this black-skinned man was neatly dressed and carrying a briefcase in his hand, which was the disguised "Goldfinger" Said.

Saeed and Zulu are young, have been brothers for many years, trust each other very much, and many occasions where it is inconvenient for Zulu to show up, or things that are inconvenient for Zulu to do, are often handed over to Saeed to deal with.

This club is also quite famous, called "Wart Girl" - the "base" of the notorious "Wart Star".

The two wart star men at the door directly stopped Said.

"Documents. Said the tall wart.

"No!" replied Said.

"Then get out of the way!" said the short wartman, "don't be an eyesore!"

"Daddy 'Teeth' told me to come to Iron Hoof," Said said with a harmless smile, "to talk about some business." As he spoke, Said spread out his right palm, and the 100-star coin in his palm was golden.

The tall wart grabbed the coin and stuffed it into his pocket, "You're waiting here!" and turned to enter the clubhouse.

A minute later, the tall wart man returned, "Iron Hoof lets you in!" ”

Said walked into the clubhouse, and a wart waiter greeted him and asked politely, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"I have an appointment, table nine. Said said.

"Oh, you're looking for Mr. Ironhoof?"

"Yes!"

"Follow me!" the warty attendant guided Said inside.

Passing through the large cafeteria, Saeed came to table nine, where a wart star man with a silver-maned long hair shawl and a modest black gown was present.

"Your Excellency 'Iron Hoof', my name is Said, and the purpose of my visit today is to negotiate a big deal with you!" Said bowed with a smile on his face and said humbly in the stiff language of the Galactic Alliance.

"Sit down and talk!" "Iron Hoof" pointed to the chair opposite, "What's the big deal?"