177 [The ruthless smile, life and death are unpredictable]
"Meow~"
In a dirty alley, a dirty wild cat was rummaging through the garbage for food. It barked because a tall figure broke into sight.
"good."
The visitor was wearing a large windbreaker, with white palms exposed, and he did not look like a poor person from Slum No. 16.
"Meow?!"
The wild cat suddenly found that it was levitating out of thin air. It was so frightened that its limbs swung wildly and struggled.
"Hiss-"
A matte black steel needle sliced open the back of the animal's neck, revealing the flesh and blood inside.
Immediately afterwards, a strange device was disconnected from the wound on He Zhaobo's neck and implanted into the wild cat.
"call......"
Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Be careful all the way, sneaking from the central ring to the outer ring, for fear of accidentally causing the device to detonate.
Now, my hanging heart has finally settled.
"From now on, follow me."
With the surge of thought power, he directly captured the wild cat in his hands and hid it under his windbreaker.
"Hey, did you meet the fat sheep?"
He turned around and saw several drunken people coming into view.
At the waists of each of the uninvited guests, there were sharp knives flashing with cold light.
Don't think about it, old desperado.
"Poof!" "Poof!"
The alloy needle fired, three or five breaths were taken, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard one after another in the dark alley.
"Plop!"
The drunkard who was specially left behind by He Zhao woke up in an instant, then fell to his knees and kowtowed several times.
"Forgive me, brother!"
He ignored the other party and went about searching for money from the dead body. In the end, he only got a few hundred gold dollars. He cursed a poor man and turned his attention to the criminal practitioner whose crotch was soaked.
"I'm going to the black market in slum No. 16, and a secret house. The less people know about it, the better. Do you understand?"
"Understood! I understand!"
When the other party saw the opportunity to atone for his sins, he patted his chest and promised to serve him well.
"Walk?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Not bothering to change into clean pants, the criminal practitioner stood up from the ground shakily, nodded and hunched over, leading the way like a dog-legger.
After twisting and turning in the dark alley for about thirty minutes, the two of them left the alley. After turning a corner, a brightly lit building suddenly appeared in front of them. Noisy sounds came from it, echoing in the dark night.
.
"?"
The black market in Shangjing City is so arrogant.
The scumbag seemed to have seen the confusion on his face, and was eager to show off to save his life, so he immediately opened his mouth to explain.
"Brother, the place above is a formal entertainment venue, the famous Gold Shopping Center in Slum No. 16. As long as you have money, you can get whatever you want. The underground is the real black market, where all kinds of contraband are sold.
As long as the money is in place, some rare gadgets are not a problem. Also, if you talk too much, anyone who comes in, no matter who you are, don't cause trouble."
"puff--"
A steel needle penetrated the criminal practitioner's body, causing him to stagnate with a painful expression on his face.
"Let's go, don't have other thoughts that you shouldn't have. If not, I guarantee that you will die very simply."
"..."
The other party was on the verge of crying without tears. He originally thought that after entering, he would be able to throw away He Zhao and escape by relying on his familiarity with the internal terrain.
It's a pity, after all, he is more skilled.
"Brother, don't worry, I will never have second thoughts."
A slightly crying voice sounded, and the criminal practitioner could only continue to act as a guide and walked into the entertainment city with a miserable look on his face.
The two of them walked past the colorful dancers and the salesmen selling their products, and entered the underground from the surface.
Unlike the black market in Sanchuan City, the black market in Shangjing City uses an elevator, which is not as low as Pan Long's spiral staircase.
In a matter of ten seconds, the elevator door opened, and a scene of noisy people and a heated atmosphere was visible.
"The medicines produced by the Pharmacy of Shangjing University have been tearfully reduced by 50%, so they are sold cheaply!"
"The newly caught horned tiger cub, with careful care, will definitely be your right-hand man in the wild when it grows up. It will be sold at auction for five million gold dollars."
"The II alloy sword eliminated by the master warrior, with sufficient energy and blood, can kill C+ level beasts as easily as cutting butter with a hot knife. Take home 30 million gold yuan!"
Good guy, it is indeed a black market in a big city. The gadgets it sells are much better than Panzi.
At least it's not trauma potions, alien leg bones, or pimps.
Inside and out, two words - regular!
"I wonder what brother needs something." The criminal practitioner who had transformed from a robber to a scoundrel walked forward on thin ice and asked in a weak voice, as if he would die if he spoke louder.
"Better pharmacist equipment, and a set of protective clothing."
Hearing this, Goujizi stood there and thought about it carefully. After a while, he clapped his hands and said excitedly.
"Snapped!"
"Yes."
"Brother, Li's Pharmacy. Not only do they sell all kinds of medicines, but the owner is also a pharmacist. He often buys some equipment on the black market. It is said that all of them are products that have been eliminated by well-known university pharmacies.
Although it is a eliminated product, don't underestimate it. The university has the support of the coalition government and donations from wealthy alumni, so it is not an ordinary wealthy university.
The discarded pharmaceutical equipment, protective clothing and other items are of better quality than some of the ones sold on the market. After all, people with deep pockets always pay those companies to have them specially customized."
"Well, lead the way."
He Zhao nodded, and the dogleg immediately led him to the pharmacy happily.
In about ten minutes, the two arrived at their destination.
"Master Li! Master Li!"
"What are you shouting for? It's coming!"
A middle-aged man in his forties came out from behind the counter.
"Hey, isn't this the Third Master? Where did you get rich recently?"
"No, no, no, no, I can't be a master. Master Li, I brought you a wealthy guest today."
"oh?"
The middle-aged man moved his gaze behind him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
The windbreaker someone is wearing is not a cheap item from a street stall.
"Master, what do you want? I, Li Hao, am not boasting. No matter what the thing is, as long as the money is enough, I can get you the corpse of a B+ grade alien beast."
This is pure nonsense. If you can get the corpse of a C+ grade alien beast, you are considered very capable. This is just a lie to a young man.
"A complete set of high-end pharmacist equipment, I want the best, not short of money."
"Hey, okay."
Hearing He Zhao's words, he passed over the two of them, pulled down the iron door directly, and thanked the guests behind closed doors.
"Gentlemen, please come inside and discuss this in detail."
After the words fell, he led the way.
When passing by the dog-legger, he even raised his eyebrows at him. His meaning couldn't be simpler.
Today, you will get a commission.
Criminal practitioner: "..."
Mr. Li, this is your thumb.
When the man named He saw every move of the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but curl up his mouth. He was afraid that I would run away, right?