"Here, my friend!" The werewolf had just said goodbye to his two companions, and Solar had already walked to a small bar on the edge of the port, turning back to greet the werewolf.
Bedivere could have left this stupid magic swordsman alone, but he vaguely felt that Solar would be targeted by some unknown force, and it would be dangerous if he left him alone, so he had no choice but to stay with him for a while.
When two young men covered in blood and looking very scary walked into the bar, they naturally received a lot of hostile looks. Fortunately, there are often bounty hunters hired as bodyguards for merchant ships near Shagang, and they often kill for a day.
Back in Cairo, the locals were used to it when they pushed open the door and entered this bar covered in blood.
"Oh," Bedivere found a seat and sat down. Only then did he realize how uncomfortable the blood stains on his body were. It was itchy and sticky. He wished he could finish dinner quickly and collected the money from Kana.
Immediately go back to the hotel to take a shower and go to bed.
"Mr. Bedivere," Solar ordered some food and drinks at random, and then asked the werewolf: "What are you going to do with that cart of insect jelly?"
"I don't know." The werewolf was confused for a while: "Anyway, let's transport it back first and see if there is a warehouse near the hotel that can be rented. Let's store it first?"
"What if I told you that someone might be willing to pay for this...?"
"Great!" Bedivere was actually in a hurry to get rid of the gold bug's pulp. Hearing Solar say this, he couldn't help asking with gleaming eyes: "Do you know the way?"
Solar avoided the werewolf's gaze, seeming to have something unspeakable: "I can't guarantee anything. But I can take you there first. You can discuss the specific situation with the people over there in detail."
"What detailed discussion?" Kana's voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
"It's nothing." The werewolf didn't want to talk to the people in the business group, so he quickly cut off the chat between him and Solar: "Where's the money?"
"These." Kana handed Bediwell a check again: "Don't think it's too little. The second payment has already deducted the cost of loading the bug slurry into buckets and renting the truck. If you think it's okay, just sign here, and then
Our contractual relationship is over."
"Very good." The werewolf glanced at the check, which was marked with one thousand Egyptian dollars. Although it looked very small, in fact the caravan had paid Bediwell a lot of extra tips because of the insect pulp.
The total cost of barreling and so on has exceeded 20,000 Egyptian coins.
The werewolf hurriedly signed the note handed over by Kana, ending the commission, and then watched Solar collect the money and sign. Solar, the unlucky guy, seemed to have only received more than two thousand yuan, which was too much.
It was the second half of the predetermined contract money------the caravan didn't give any reward to the magic swordsman, probably because they felt there was no need to do so. Bedivere then secretly sighed, it turns out that a person is smart enough.
You can really take advantage of it.
"Then, goodbye." Kana put away the contract between Bedivere and Solar, turned around and planned to leave: "If we are destined, I wish us a happy cooperation next time."
"Oh, nice cooperation, my friend." Solar smiled innocently and actually waved to Kana.
"Yes, it's a pleasure to cooperate." Bediwell's attitude was much colder. He knew what the Mohammed business group was doing, and he had no intention of accepting any more commissions from this damn caravan. Anyway, if he could
If the twenty-two barrels of insect pulp are successfully disposed of, huge wealth will roll in immediately, and Bediwell and the others will not have to worry about money for the time being.
"Well," after bidding farewell to Kana, Bedivere and Solar quickly finished their dinner. After paying the bill, Solar stood up and patted his butt: "We are going to [that place], you are ready."
?, my friend?"
"Is there any need to be so mysterious?" Bedivere also put down his knife and fork and swallowed the last bite of spaghetti: "Let's go, you lead the way."
The two of them got out of the bar and jumped into the truck - of course Bediwell was in charge of driving.
The night roads in the suburbs of Cairo are not easy to walk on, because the street lights are quite dim, and the city’s desolate roads have deteriorated over time. The truck he drove was even an ancient four-wheeled car, and it didn’t even have an anti-gravity device.
Walking on this broken road was bumpy and bumpy, which made their buttocks feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Go right from here," Solar seemed to be familiar with Cairo's roads, directing the werewolves to move forward.
"Oh, you lived in Egypt before?" Bediwell drove the truck carefully while chatting casually.
"Lived for a while." Solar replied lightly, while widening his eyes, he found the correct route from the suburban night road that was not easy to identify: "My... people often travel around the world.
Settlement and establish a base. You can get a lot of good materials near the Sahara Desert. We will go to the base here every once in a while to get materials."
"Uh, tribesmen? Are you some kind of traveling merchants?" Bedivere felt that there were many strange doubts in Solar's words. Now that he thought about it, he really didn't know Solar well, and even who was the magic swordsman?
I don’t know anyone’s ethnic origin at all, I only know Solar’s nationality.
"Traveling merchant...this statement is actually correct." The strong young Norvi man scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It is not easy to explain this now. You will understand after you meet my people."
Turn left at the intersection ahead."
Bediwell twisted the steering wheel, and the truck made a beautiful drift and turned into the intersection on the left. What appeared in front of them was an extra-long, bumpy road that went straight to the city center.
Amidst the vibrations of the car falling apart, the two remained silent, and the atmosphere was boring and awkward.
"So," in order to ease the awkward atmosphere a little, Bediwell asked: "The place you want to take me to is similar to a market? A market that specializes in trading weapons materials?"
"Almost. But we call it the black market." Solar leaned back on the uncomfortable hard leather seat of the truck and replied in a low voice: "In addition to trading weapons and materials, there are also various contrabands there.
For sale. You can even find lightsaber-type weapons that are restricted for sale on the market. In short, you can buy a lot of good things there."
As long as you have money, Bedivere murmured in his heart. Solar, this guy looks honest and upright on the surface, but he didn't expect that he also has a dark side, which is related to this kind of contraband market.
"Ahem...the ones sold on the black market are indeed all kinds of stolen goods, right?" The werewolf asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that their conversation would be heard by pedestrians on the road--but there were no people on this road.
Not even half of it.
"Not entirely." Solar seemed to want to defend himself: "Some equipment is not stolen goods, but good things made by real weapon craftsmen. But they are too powerful and cannot be sold to the outside world through normal channels.
.There are also some equipment, the materials used to make them come from rare creatures that are almost extinct, so---"
Bediwell didn't want to hear Solar's ramblings and quickly interrupted with another question: "Is the Egyptian government just sitting back and ignoring this black market?"
"The boss of the black market pays huge taxes to the Egyptian government every year. After the government collects the money, it will turn a blind eye to this black market." Solar coughed dryly: "Of course, only those who know the way can do it.
Enter this black market. Okay, turn right at the intersection ahead, we are almost there, my friend."
The werewolf followed the magic swordsman's instructions and drove around, but the truck got into a dead end.
It is surrounded by alleys surrounded by stone walls, and behind the stone walls is a long-abandoned building that looks like it was only half-built and unfinished. This scene is desolate and silent, boring and deserted, and it doesn't look like there is a market.
Exists?!
Bedivere's heart suddenly went cold ------ Could it be that he had been tricked? Could it be that Solar, who was ungrateful for his own benefit, teamed up with other guys to ambush Bedivere here, trying to steal it from the werewolf?
Those twenty-two barrels of golden insect pulp?!
It is indeed possible. Worm pulp is a priceless high-level enchanting material, and anyone who sees it will be moved. If Bediwell's truck of goods is robbed and then resold, the profit will be enough for more than a dozen people to live leisurely.
It’s the rest of my life.
But is Solar really this kind of person?
"What do you mean?" the werewolf asked the demon swordsman in the passenger seat with a glare, his hand already reaching for the weapon on his waist, ready to fight against the ambush that might strike at any time.
"Calm down, my friend." Solar was very calm and raised his hands with no intention of fighting: "Just drive past."
"There is a wall in front of me!" Naturally, Bedivere responded angrily.
"I know." The Demon Swordsman repeated calmly and kindly: "Please just drive past."
"Humph, you'd better not play any tricks on me." Bediwell stepped on the accelerator with suspicion and drove the truck towards the stone wall in front of him. He saw that the car was about to hit the stone wall with a bang - this was
If you rent a vehicle, the maintenance cost will probably not be cheap, right?
He felt that all this was so stupid--why did he still believe in Solar when it got to this point?
However, the truck did not hit the wall, but went directly through the wall. Is this an air wall?
"I see. Is it optical camouflage?" The werewolf sighed: "In an old city like Cairo, there is such a high-tech gadget hidden..."
"Because of this, it cannot be easily detected." Solar responded with a smile and lowered his raised hands.
Indeed, with the use of optical camouflage as a cover, those who do not know the way are prevented from entering. Only a few people know the secret of this black market. This further proves that the operators of the black market are serious. After all, optical camouflage
Its use and maintenance require huge funds.
The truck quickly passed through this wall of optical camouflage.
In sharp contrast to the dilapidated and desolate scenery outside the wall, what appears in front of Bediville is a vibrant and brightly lit night market.