Rozim brought the wanted order and asked Hank Evans to hold it aside, put his face up and set it at an angle.
"Look, are they exactly the same?"
The dark spirit officer tilted his head, frowned and looked for a while, then turned to the soldiers beside him and said:
"It seems...is it a bit like?"
The cross-eyed Dark Spirit soldier stretched out his head and looked for a while, then nodded.
"Long, long, sir, yes, yes, yes, kind of like."
Seeing another boat coming behind, the dark spiritual officer was too lazy to continue to get entangled, so he waved his hand.
"Forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you low-level creatures. Hurry up and hand over the things and leave."
At this time, Loken, wearing a black robe, walked up and handed over a box.
The officer opened the box and there were test tubes inside, which contained a lot of colorful liquids.
Then he pulled out one, handed the box to the person beside him, then put his little finger into the test tube and dipped it a little, and then put it in his mouth.
After smacking his tongue, he spitted on the ground and nodded.
"Ape, the technology is good, the quality is pretty good. If you have more goods, our conspiracy group will also charge it, and the price is fair."
As he said that, he took out a card and handed it to Loken.
"When I arrive at Wushu City, I will find this address and I will receive it. I will need as much as I want."
After saying that, he waved to the back.
“Let it go.”
As the node gate slowly opened, Loken drove the ship through nothingness, and then the huge, weird and twisted city appeared in the observation window.
At this time, Rozim held a camera, pointed the lens at him, and walked to the observation window.
"Arriving at the most exciting city in the Galaxy, Comoros, it's so beautiful Comoros."
As he said that, he turned the camera to a very conspicuous projection of a figure on the Comoros spire, who did not know that was Victor, the overlord of Comoros.
"Oh, then, who is there? Let's look at the port in the distance, family."
"Boss, why are you shooting this?"
"Those little bastards always don't believe what I said. This time I will leave some evidence to save them from saying that I'm bragging next time."
"Ah......"
After shooting the video, Rozim took out the address translated by Ditrian, and because he had been to Comoros, Ditrian also specially helped him set a route.
"First dock at the Lime Red Port, then walk along the 3876 Street and walk to Moro Street in the uninhibited city... OK! Go to Lime Red Port!"
As he said that, Rozim suddenly frowned.
"By the way, I don't know where Soshiyan and the other three went? They should have arrived in Comoros earlier than us, right? We have to find a way to find him later..."
"Um?"
Suoshiyang suddenly turned around and looked at the direction he came.
"What's wrong?"
Talos, who was standing beside him, noticed his abnormality and asked, but because of the presence of a helmet, only three of them could hear each other.
"Nothing, just a strange feeling, as if something was following us."
Hearing Soshiyan's words, Talos responded with a smile:
"It's normal for someone to follow this kind of place."
In fact, when the three arrived, the noisy crowds at the market immediately dispersed, and many looked for safe places in the maze-like black alleys, while stall owners curled up in their stalls or crowded under tents, staring at the Chaos Space Marines' team with fear.
On this black market, Soshiyan saw many unheard and unseen things, from weird alien weapons to unrecognized alien cubs, or indescribable weird drugs, and it seemed that everything was available, but there was no one who bought and sold slaves. Kayan explained that Comoros had only a few fixed places to buy and sell slaves, and they were all under the protection of the Great Conspiracy Group.
They are now in the nearest black market to the port. They are relatively small black markets and cannot be compared with the unbundled city. However, the scale is also quite amazing, covering an area of more than 8,000 square meters, and there is another floor underground. However, it is basically the territory of the Dark Spirit tribe, which is difficult for foreign tribes to get involved, or come out of it alive.
Space Marines are not common here, but everyone knows that these warriors are not easy to mess with. Even the Dark Spiritual Raiders wearing chitin armor with spiked chitin armor had to give way to these giants, but most of their eyes were hatred and the hiss of poisonous snakes was heard in their mouths.
But those mutants and human pirates blessed by subspace, knelt on the ground silently and prayed in a low voice to the God of Darkness.
In most cases, these people are just slaves to the Chaos Space Marines. Of course, they are quite promising and will go out alone. But even so, their fear of the gods' favorites has already penetrated into their bones, even in this alien-filled city.
Hygiene does not seem to be a priority for nearby residents and the dark elves gathered here, so even the air filter in Soshyang's helmet is completely unable to filter the odor of garbage along the street.
The sky above the road has been completely covered by circular highways and dense spires, so it seems extremely dim. Those highway routes are used for high-level officials in Comoros to race. Every time a vehicle that can break through the speed of sound passes, the air will tremble in the sound boom noise.
The more you go to the black market, the darker the environment becomes, just like at night, all the street lights are on.
Most people lower their heads, wear hats that cover their heads, and they all look dirty.
Soshiyang's eyes swept across the street and noticed that there were dark spirit thugs wandering around the entrances of each alley, all of whom were openly holding various weapons and staring at anyone coming and going with bad eyes.
Obviously, no place was completely safe, and Soshyan felt at least dozens of eyes staring at him, looking out of the empty windows, glittering in the shadow of the open doorway.
However, Kayang's strategy is right. The reputation of the Thousand Son Warlock is well-known even in Comoros, and almost no one dares to cause trouble for them.
The three of them walked around themselves, not looking at any creature, and always stayed vigilant.
When we arrived at the central area of the Black City, the streets had been occupied by various illegal buildings. There was a broken screen at the intersection of the road, which was flashing with light spots. Its lens array seemed to have malfunctioned, projecting blurred light in the dark.
At this time, a thin body stumbled toward the three of them, without leaving the way out.
Soshiyang looked closely and found that this was a dark elves, wearing synthetic leather, his face seemed to be burned by flames, covered by long hair like dead grass, one eye was amber yellow, the other eye was bloodshot, and he smelled the smell of addictive products in the other party's breath.
The spirit race also carried an iron rod with rough iron wire welded on it.
If it weren't for his pointed ears, Soshyan could hardly consider him as a kind of person with the Dark Eldars in armor.
At this time, he suddenly realized that the so-called Comoros are not much different from any nest in the empire. For the lower class, no matter what race it is, they are no different from hell.
“I…thirsty.”
The dark spirit clan showed a rusty metal teeth in a slight mouth. What Soshiyang saw in that eye was not only the effect of addictive drugs, but also the deeper madness.