Chapter 476 Transaction Information
Where is it?
This question immediately expressed what everyone was thinking.
Did Wang Teng really catch the members of the Nanfeng organization?
You know, this time Wang Teng used this reason to invite everyone to watch the trial.
But now, there are a lot of rumors outside. Some people say that this town No. 7 is not a trap set by the Nanfeng organization at all, but a trap set by many mercenary organizations because Wang Teng wants to retire.
We are not fools, we all understand the meaning behind the four words "wash our hands in the golden basin".
It's impossible not to worry.
Will Wang Teng really use them as bargaining chips for whitewashing and sell them to those legitimate organizations?
"Let the brothers have a feast for their eyes!"
"Yeah, there are still two days before we can see it. I'm itching just thinking about it!"
Everyone started shouting, some just wanted to make some noise, it didn't matter whether anyone could see it or not.
But some people really want to see it.
Only when they actually see the captured members of the Nanfeng organization will the suspicion in their hearts dissipate a little.
After all, mercenaries are veterans of false propaganda, and no one can be sure whether those so-called members of the Nanfeng organization are real members, or just some slaves or ordinary people pretending to be members.
Killing innocent people to claim credit has been a tradition since ancient times.
"What's the hurry, everyone?"
The person at the registration office looked at everyone, frowned slightly, and asked, "There are only two days left, and you can't wait? You have so little patience, how can you expect Lord Wang Teng to trust you?"
"Hehe, brothers, we were just talking. If you can't see it now, forget it." Someone below laughed dryly.
"Don't be anxious. You will naturally see what you are supposed to see. Don't let your imagination run wild!"
The person at the registration office waved his hand and said, "Come in and register now. After registration, you can go to the town and have fun. Two days will pass in the blink of an eye!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the registration room, not giving the many mercenaries outside a chance to ask questions again.
After entering the room, the man's face suddenly darkened, and he whispered to the people around him, "Go check on the people who spoke the earliest. I suspect they are undercover agents of the Nanfeng organization, or they may have sneaked in after disguising themselves. Check in detail, including their names, ages, past experiences, organizations they belong to, etc. Find them all out for me!"
"yes!"
The people around him immediately stepped back and went to investigate as he instructed.
At such a critical moment, it is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.
Even if the other party is not a member of the Nanfeng organization, as long as he shows the slightest sign of abnormality, he can be listed as an assassination target.
If you can't find out much information, just kill him and be done with it!
At this time, outside the registration office, the mercenaries who had been leading the charge were still completely unaware and did not feel the crisis coming at all.
A group of nanorobots sent by Su Xia were also here and witnessed everything that happened.
He didn't expect those mercenaries to reveal the whereabouts of the kidnapped members of the South Wind Organization. He just watched the fun here.
"The rumors circulating outside have taken root in people's minds, and suspicion has grown in the hearts of these mercenaries."
In the scene just now, Su Xia took in the expressions of both parties.
Many things are hidden in the details. As long as you observe carefully, you can see some clues.
Su Xia regained his composure and continued to observe the vision returned to him by the other groups of nanorobots.
In addition to bars, arenas, casinos and other places, the trading market in the center of the town is also an area where good and bad people mix and information exchange is intensive.
The trading market in Town No. 7 is much larger than the market in the town that Su Xia destroyed before, at least five times larger.
Before I got close, I could hear a noisy crowd of people.
Some people were shouting, some were bargaining, and some were testing the goods. All the sounds mixed together, and it looked no different from an ordinary vegetable market.
The smell of cigarettes, gunpowder, alcohol, perfume and other smells were also mixed together, making the smell of the entire market extremely complex and so unpleasant that it was beyond words.
But the mercenaries coming and going have long been accustomed to it.
"Treasure map! Treasure map for sale! Treasure in the yellow sand located in the northwest of the continent! Legend has it that there is an ancient civilized city buried in the yellow sand!"
"Slave contract, sold cheaply, first come first served, accept bargaining, can be exchanged!"
"Land contract, located in the suburbs of Yuling City in the southwest, with a total area of 3,000 square meters, can be used as a temporary base, and is now on sale at a reduced price..."
"AN-16 assault rifle, 7.62mm, produced by Anluo Company, not a handmade workshop, with official quality certification, ten times the compensation if it's fake..."
“…”
The market was crowded and bustling with all kinds of sounds intertwined.
There was a wide variety of items on each stall, colorful and bright, with both big and small items, it was overwhelming.
Even in normal times, the trading market in the center of Town No. 7 is an extremely lively place, let alone now.
There are too many mercenary organizations entering the town in the past few days.
Many mercenary organizations have some useless supplies that they want to exchange, and the trading market naturally becomes their first choice.
At a glance, hundreds of stalls were crowded. Some mercenaries even fought for stalls, while others shared one stall.
There was no room left in the market, so people continued to squeeze into the roads in all directions.
So much so that both sides of the street outside were filled with all kinds of supplies.
Mercenaries who wanted to trade sat on the ground, spread a rag in front of them, and placed various things on it, which became a temporary stall.
“It’s really lively.”
Su Xia controlled the nanorobot and walked around the trading market, where he saw a lot of good things.
In this fairly large trading center, there are actually quite a few genuine weapons produced by Anluo Company, including automatic pistols, semi-automatic rifles, high-precision sniper rifles, individual rocket launchers, small-caliber mortars, and so on.
Anluo Company produces bullets of various calibers, so you can have as many of them as you want.
As long as there is enough money, there will be enough weapons and ammunition!
Judging from their condition, most of them are brand new and have never been used.
"How come these brand-new equipment came out of Anluo Company?"
Su Xia looked at them row by row with a focused look.
Although Anluo's products could be seen in some places in the past, most of them were second-hand, and many were eliminated from the battlefield, or simply stripped from the bodies of dead soldiers.
Only the city defense departments of each city are qualified to order this new standard weapon.
Su Xia calculated that the regular Anluo Company standard weapons in the market were enough to equip a reorganized infantry regiment, and could even form two artillery battalions.
Even Su Xia’s Beifeng organization does not have so many standard weapons.
"The mercenaries are really rich. When we run out of supplies, we can just rob a mercenary town and let them develop for a while. When they are well developed, we can rob them again." This thought flashed through Su Xia's mind, but he quickly shook his head.
Things like mercenary towns shouldn't exist in the first place, so destroy them as soon as possible.
Mercenaries accumulate their bloody wealth by robbing ordinary people. If Su Xia really lets them grow, then what is the difference between him and those mercenaries?
The longer they live, the more ordinary people will suffer.
In this trading market, at least thousands of slaves were locked in cold cages, and each of them was forced to sign a slave contract.
They were originally ordinary free men, but they were unlucky and encountered this chaotic world.
In front of the nanorobot controlled by Su Xia, there was a mercenary bargaining with the stall owner selling slaves.
"How much is this slave?" The mercenary pointed to a slave in an iron cage.
"Five thousand, no bargaining," the stall owner replied calmly.
"This costs five thousand? Why don't you just go and rob?" The mercenary glared at him with an unfriendly tone.
"My slave is in good health, unlike those sickly creatures in other stalls. If you buy him, he can create value far exceeding five thousand, whether he is used as a slave to mine or to reclaim wasteland for you." The stall owner said lazily.
"Huh! Healthy? Who knows how long he can live?"
In the wilderness, only guns, food, crop seeds, fuel, medicine, etc. can be considered hard currency, and their prices have remained high and in a relatively stable range.
Slaves were not considered hard currency, and their prices fluctuated constantly, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds.
Some mercenary organizations have mines, lumberyards, quarries, etc., which require a large number of slave laborers. Therefore, they will buy slaves who look healthy at a low price, squeeze those slaves to death, and try to squeeze out value far exceeding the purchase price before they die.
However, in the early years, some slave traders did not follow the rules and passed off inferior goods as good ones. They deliberately gave stimulant drugs to some seriously ill slaves to make them appear to be full of energy.
Many mercenary organizations have been deceived. After all, they cannot see the length of the health bar above each person's head.
It was because of those scammers that the price of slaves kept falling.
The average price a few years ago was nearly ten thousand, but now it is only one or two thousand. If you sell it too late, you can't even make back the money for the food for the slaves.
Generally speaking, among slaves, females are more valuable than males, and young ones are more valuable than old ones.
Slaves in their twenties and thirties are often the easiest to sell and have no trouble finding them.
"Two thousand five, I want this slave!" The mercenary began to bargain and directly cut the price in half.
"Two thousand five? Are you dreaming?"
The stall owner pointed at the slave in the cage and said, "Look at his physique. Do you think he can be bought for 2,500?"
"Then name your price. Five thousand is too much, you know that." said the mercenary.
"Five thousand, no bargaining. I can also give you a piece of news as a gift," the stall owner replied.
"What news? Who knows if your news is valuable?"
"Don't worry, it must be valuable!" the stall owner assured directly, "If it's not valuable, you can overturn my stall and I won't say anything."
"That's fine!"
The mercenary didn't waste any more words and took out a thin stack of banknotes from his pocket . It was exactly 100-dollar bills, no more, no less, exactly 50, and placed it directly in front of the stall owner.
He stared and said, "The money has arrived, tell me your news."
"Um."
The stall owner's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and picked up the stack of bills, without counting them, and put them directly into his wallet.
Then, he looked up at the mercenary and asked slowly, "Do you know the Southwest Mercenary Union?"
"Of course I know!"
A trace of disdain flashed across the mercenary's face, and he said, "Aren't they just a bunch of disgusting people who claim to be decent people? We are all mercenaries, and who doesn't have blood on their hands? They just have a memorial archway!"
"Why, don't you want to be an upright member of the Mercenary Guild?" the stall owner asked him.
"Oh, I am so free in the wilderness, unrestrained, I can do whatever I want. Why would I go to those so-called formal organizations? Why would I be constrained and bullied by them?"
"You really don't want to?"
"Of course I don't want to!"
"But just because you don't want to doesn't mean others don't want to."
The stall owner looked at the mercenary and said something meaningful.
The mercenary's face changed slightly and he asked, "What the hell do you mean? Do you think I don't know those rumors? They are all fake!"
"Brother, there are some things that everyone knows. Don't be so stubborn. I know what you are thinking."
The stall owner smiled slightly and stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to shake hands with the mercenary.
However, from the mercenary's perspective, he could see that the stall owner was holding a ball of paper in his hand.
The content on the paper ball was naturally the news that the stall owner had said.
Obviously, this news is related to the recent rumors, and it may be evidence that the top leaders of a certain mercenary organization want to retire!
The mercenary's face changed. After looking around for 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 hand, and quickly put it into his pocket.
"Don't lie to me!"
He said viciously: "There are my brothers everywhere around here. If you dare to lie to me, you will not have a good ending. Remember this!"
After saying this, he turned around and left in a hurry, without even taking the slave or even looking at him.
I spent five thousand dollars and only bought a ball of paper.
Obviously, the rumors circulating among mercenaries recently have made many mercenaries feel uneasy, and this mercenary is one of them.
Although he said he didn't believe it, his actions betrayed his inner thoughts.
Su Xia was standing nearby, and witnessed the entire process through the perspective of the nanorobot.
"What's in the paper ball?" He was also a little curious. "Also, this stall owner and the slave in the cage are not right..."
As a person who often changes his appearance, Su Xia has some experience in changing his appearance.
He felt that the stall owner's facial expression was not natural, and the movement of the corners of his mouth when he spoke was not normal. He looked like he was wearing a human skin mask.
It's just him. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to notice this little problem at all.
Moreover, the slave in the iron cage didn't look like a slave.
Although he looked disheveled and his clothes were tattered, his lowered eyes were very calm, without the numbness or fear of the other slaves.
Through his tattered clothes, you can vaguely see a few scars on his arms. They are all old wounds, not recent ones.
“A stall owner is not a stall owner , and a slave is not a slave.”
Su Xia made a simple observation and came to a conclusion.
"It was someone who infiltrated the Nanfeng organization."
