"Kululu was killed? When? Where?" Das-Masayir frowned and asked the drunk mercenary in the bar.
"Hi!
Kururu is just a small character, and he can't compete with the Spider Venom Gang for territory. Every time he takes people out to stir up trouble, he is beaten to a pulp, and those subordinates are no longer willing to hang out with him." This mercenary is the same.
He was a Cupid, and as soon as he got drunk, the long snake was hanging limply on the table, and his saliva was flowing down.
It doesn't affect my speech at all, it's amazing.
"So Kururu was killed by the Spider Venom Gang?" Darth-Masayir asked.
"Hahahaha... of course not, the Spider Venom Gang had too much to take care of during that time! Hahahaha, you are from outside, maybe you don't know, the one who killed him... was separatism." The mercenary said mysteriously.
"Our planet is loyal to the Galactic Republic, right? Will the separatists come?" Darth Malsayir asked.
"Hahahaha, you don't know this...you don't know this...hehehehe..." The mercenary seemed to have seen the opportunity, raising his hand to make a gesture of giving money, and laughed.
Darth Masayir was not polite and took out a bag of credit ingots and threw it on the table. The money bag still had some black stains on it, and it turned out to be the money bag he had thrown to the ice diggers on the planet Jabour.
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The mercenary's eyes lit up, and he greedily pulled the money bag over and hid it directly in his clothes. Then he lay on the table, leaned over and whispered: "Brother, you have found the right person. There are some things that only I know!"
"
This was too much money, at least several thousand credits. The mercenary was afraid that Darth Malsayil would go back on his word, so he began to brag, "When Kururu was killed, I happened to be nearby! Kill him."
, it’s separatism! I’m sure! I saw robots! There are B-1 and B-2! If you ask others about these things, they won’t know at all..."
"Half a year ago? Half a year ago, the Separatist General Grievous was launching a festival offensive. The defense line of the Galactic Republic was rushed to pieces. The Separatist forces should also be concentrated there. How could they come here? You also said
Well, Kururu is just a small role." Das-Masayir's voice turned cold.
The mercenary quickly said: "It's true! It's absolutely true! Let me tell you... there are some underground rumors, but they are not true, but if you combine them with what I saw, they are almost the same!"
"What did you see?"
The mercenary tightened the money bag in his arms. Seeing his appearance, Das-Masayir said coldly: "The money is yours, I won't take it."
The mercenary then said: "Kuluru has gone crazy because of repeated failures in grabbing land. I heard that he spent a lot of money on the black market to buy a treasure, which is... the same group of ice diggers on the planet Jabur.
This guy, their legendary treasure. This is so fucking outrageous, Kururu almost lost everything for this treasure! But he didn’t even think about it, if it was really a treasure, he might be able to buy it on the black market?”
"What does this treasure look like?"
"Haha, you asked the right person! Look, your money was not wasted! You see, everyone thinks that Kurulu was wiped out overnight and it was done by other gangs, but I know... he was killed by thousands of people.
Killed by a robot! And when those robots left, I saw it... Haha, I saw it!" The mercenary said mysteriously: "Uhumele!"
"Uhumele, whose ship is it?"
The mercenary hugged the money bag in his arms tighter, "You won't ask me for money again, will you?"
"If you ask again, that's not necessarily the case."
"Okay, okay, it's Schurk-Heren, a Yarkora smuggler... This is a Maka-Eekai L4000 Transport,
This is a good ship! 66 meters long, thickly armored, and fast..."
"Where is he?" Darth Malsayir interrupted him directly.
"New Plympto planet (o), now you know where those robots came from, right? New Plympto is a Separatist planet! Shulk-Heron must have given some falsehood to the Separatists.
Intelligence, let the separatist robots attack Kururu, and then take the opportunity to take the treasure!"
"So, it was the Uhumele spaceship that took away the 'treasure'?"
"That's right! Shulk-Heron dug out a large coffin from under the ruins. It was at least three meters long and fully enclosed! Then he took the spacecraft into his own spacecraft and walked around it to make sure that it was not discovered.
, and then left. That thing must be a treasure!"
Das-Massa said calmly: "One last thing, take me to see the ruins that night. Then you can leave."
The mercenary looked at Darth Malsayir's gloomy look and hesitated.
"You can drive your own vehicle, and I'll give you a ride." Das-Masayir said.
"Okay... I'm warning you! You give me money, I'll tell you the information, and we'll settle the matter! Don't play any tricks!" the mercenary threatened.
"To me, money is the lowest price thing." Das-Massa said calmly.
An airspeeder passed by at a low altitude quickly, and the mercenary drove his car drunkenly. The driving process was thrilling, but Darth Masayil, who was sitting beside him, was as steady as a rock.
Soon, the airspeeder arrived at the edge of a mountainous area, and could see a building complex that had turned into ruins in front of it. Judging from the scale of the ruins, it could accommodate at least one or two hundred people.
"More than half a year has passed. The corpses have been searched by scavengers several times, and the rest have been picked up by wild beasts, as have the remains of some robots. Now everyone thinks this place is unlucky, so it is abandoned.
"The mercenary waved his hand, "There's nothing to see here, so you..."
His voice was suddenly interrupted, and at the last moment, he found that he saw Darth Malsayil. But, he was clearly standing behind him?
The corpse of the mercenary, whose head was twisted 180 degrees, slowly fell to the ground.
"The money is yours, I promised." After Darth Malsayin finished speaking, he drove the airspeeder away, leaving only the gradually cold body and the money in his arms.
bag.
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"What are you talking about? Someone wants to buy a 'Jabbour Safe'? How does that person know that the thing is in my hands?" Shulk Heron, the leader of the smuggling gang and a native of Yakra, looked at the middleman in the holographic projection and asked with a frown.
"That person paid a high price, 500,000 credit points, and paid in cash. For someone who has the ability to easily take out this money, you'd better not ask where his information came from." The middleman said.
"500,000 credits? My Uhumele brand new is only 180,000... This money is more than enough to buy a spaceship over 100 meters..." Shulk-Heron thought while stroking the beard on his chin.
, "It's not that there's not enough money... it's that there's too much... You know, sometimes money is very hot. You know what the buyer is like, right?"
"My suggestion is, even if you add more money, it's fine, but the deal should be successful. Otherwise... maybe the money will not be obtained, and the buyer's life will be lost. This buyer..." The middleman shook his head.