District J of Landu Star, a satellite city belonging to Zhongjing City, also has a large number of residents gathered there.
Because this is a transit point for trade between Zhongjing City and several major cities.
In Area J, there are more than 70 intercity rail trains to the city center every day.
Specialties and goods gathered from all over the planet are transferred here, and then sent to the main city, where they are placed on beautiful shelves for people to choose from.
Benefiting from its unique geographical location, this place is particularly prosperous and lively, so it is also a mixed area of three religions and nine streams.
The satellite city does not have as many laws and regulations as the main city, and there are not so many idle policemen who would specially keep an eye on this area that is bordered by various gray industries.
Therefore, many chambers of commerce, logistics companies, and mercenary organizations have chosen District J as their base.
This is a method devised by the Landus Star government to centrally manage these scattered organizations. This place is equivalent to a free land specially approved by the government.
Unexpectedly, since its establishment more than ten years ago, the security in downtown Zhongjing has improved a lot.
But as for the shortcomings, the security in District J is not very good, and the environmental sanitation in this area is really bad.
In recent years, the government has had the intention of planning a separate area of J, but due to resistance from many aspects, it was finally shelved.
Compared with the main urban area, there are no strict air controls and air bans here, and the takeoff and landing of spacecraft of all sizes seems very random.
At first glance from a distance, one might even think that this is a lively space port.
A small private spacecraft painted in light yellow passed quickly from above.
From the outside, the paint on this spaceship looks extremely dilapidated. It seems that it has not been updated for more than ten years, and some of the letters and symbols on the paint are somewhat blurred.
But such spaceships can be found everywhere in Area J. They are all guys who are either racing against time or against life. As long as the spacecraft can fly, the appearance is of no use.
So this small spaceship is unremarkable.
In the spaceship, there was a burly figure covered in a black cloak who sat quietly in the main seat. In front of him, there was a row of people kneeling on one knee.
"Sir, it has been found out that the base of the Killer Guild is the Bird Bar in the underground black market."
"Very good, give me all the information and just drop me off at the door of the black market." The coercion in this voice made those who were half-kneeling lower their heads lower.
"Yes, sir."
Andumari waved his hand and signaled these people to leave.
In the end, he was the only one left in the main command room.
The huge figure sank into the soft sofa, and a slightly sarcastic voice sounded to himself: "You didn't tell me, so I came here to see what progress the Killer Association has made over the years. The family is obviously relying on heads.
An organization that eats food has to show off that it has drawn a clear line between itself and the forces of darkness."
"What a joke! What a big joke."
"Solomon needs to establish his authority, this is just the first step..."
The tone gradually decreased, and finally the blandness almost disappeared.
The spacecraft flew rapidly and finally landed at the edge of the entrance to a huge underground square.
Four or five burly men with a tough aura walked out of the spacecraft and quickly took up their positions.
Then a moment later, a burly figure two meters tall appeared, with a black cloak covering the giant's body.
A strong voice sounded: "You go back, I will be back in ten minutes."
"Yes, sir!"
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The underground black market is an extremely representative place in District J.
This is a favorite place for mercenaries and warriors, and businessmen also like to obtain effective intelligence from here.
In the underground black market, the only law is the fist. Wherever the person with the big fist is, then there are the rules.
On the second floor of the underground black market, colorful lights fill the interior of the building. Neon lights of all sizes tell people their role in a primitive way.
Among them, Building 44 on the second floor is a quite famous bar here——
Bird Bar.
Although the name is a bit weak, the girls inside are hot enough, the drinks inside are authentic and delicious enough, the information inside is accurate enough, and the boss's backstage is big enough.
Bird Bar's business is surprisingly good, with countless people partying there every day.
At this time, a deafening sound sounded, and a young waiter in a small suit was busy mixing drinks behind the bar, when a huge black shadow came into view.
The young waiter quickly raised his head. The man in front of him was very imposing. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, there was a faint feeling of danger in the burly body under the cloak.
This situation surprised the waiter, who was almost immune to muscular men.
The young waiter showed a bright smile:
"Hello sir, what would you like to drink?"
"April flowers, gardenia wine, please ask for a porcelain cup, capacity... 1275."
The waiter's eyelids moved slightly, looking at the huge black figure in front of him, thinking that he had not seen a killer of this size in the past three months.
However, the incision is undoubtedly correct. This seems to be an unorganized freelance killer who completed a bounty mission and came to hand in the mission.
Codename 1275.
The killer who is so far away must have wandered over from other cities.
But thinking about it, he has already started wandering around, so he must not be a powerful person.
The waiter lowered his head to mix a glass of gardenia wine, handed it to the tall black figure, and then started tapping his feet with a strange frequency.
After a while, the waiter winked at his partner, indicating that he would take over the job, and then walked out of the bar.
He whispered to the black figure: "Follow me."
The huge figure in a cloak hummed, indicating that he knew.
After pushing through the noisy crowd, there was a waiter in front, and two strong security personnel standing at the door made way for the passage.
A secret door has been opened in the deep depths.
There was only the sound of two people's quiet footsteps along the way, entering the secret door one after the other.
Finally, when the huge black shadow disappeared, no one saw a sneer hanging on his lips.
The secret door closes.
The thick and cold corridor, the huge black shadow almost filled the corridor alone.
After walking for a few seconds and turning a right-angled bend, my eyes brightened.
The waiter stood still, and his voice was not as soft as before, but changed to a very calm tone: "Killer No. 1275, you can act on your own ahead, my mission has ended."
"no."
The huge black shadow shook his head, took out a cylindrical instrument from his arms, and then gently pressed it against the wall next to it.
There was a click and the adsorption was successful.
The red light came on, then turned green after just a second.
A dangerous light shone in the waiter's eyes, and there was a chill in his voice: "1275, you know where this place is, who gave you the courage!?" His fingers had quietly reached the seam of his trousers.
Who gave you the courage to put down a signal isolator at the headquarters of the Killer Guild?
"Who? Of course it's me. I came to see your leader."
"Aren't you 1275!?" The young man raised his head suddenly, and at some point there was a rotating knife in his hand, which flashed forward and stabbed forward.
"Killer No. 37, nicknamed Little Swordsman, disguised as a waiter at Bird Bar. Tsk, he is overqualified and underused."
A sneer emanated from the huge black shadow, and his right hand suddenly raised, and a series of sparks appeared in the palm of his hand.
The sharp blade didn't penetrate even half of it.
Behind the palm, covered by the cloak, there is a cold mask.