Chapter 250 Black Market
The entire void seemed to be tightly shrouded by a thick layer of dark haze, like a forgotten dark corner.
There was hardly a trace of bright color here, and only a few lights flickered in the endless darkness, as weak and swaying as a candle in the wind.
The ground was muddy, which was accumulated by dirt and sewage for countless years.
Every step you take, you can feel the sticky texture under your feet, like a swamp.
The stench is strong and pungent, making people sick.
Weiss frowned slightly, with a trace of disgust in his eyes, and he quickly took out the filter from his body and put it on.
The unbearable stench around him was completely blocked out, allowing him to continue moving forward in this harsh environment.
Everyone here is a vicious desperado, and their eyes reveal ferocity and determination, like a group of hungry wolves, ready to pounce on any target that can become their prey.
They looked at Weiss unscrupulously with hostile eyes. There was no warmth in their eyes, only cold calculation and greed.
In this chaotic and cruel place, people themselves can indeed become a commodity, being bought, sold, traded or used at will.
They don't take other people's lives seriously, but only care about their own interests and desires.
Weiss walked on the road and could clearly feel that several groups of people were staring at him with bad intentions.
They silently memorized his appearance, waiting for the moment when he left the void, and then launched a surprise attack to rob him of the wealth he might have or sell him to those who needed slaves.
"Heh~" Weiss's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sneer.
He knew very well what these people were thinking, and decided to take the initiative.
Weiss walked towards one of the groups of people.
Among the group of people, there was a guy with red skin and a horn on his head. When he saw Wes coming, he showed a provocative smile on his face and whistled at Wes: "What are you doing, you want to lick me..."
He spurted out a series of obscene words, which were extremely vulgar.
Wes raised his eyes and looked into his eyes like a sword.
Instantly, the red-skinned guy was nailed there in a daze, motionless.
His companions noticed something was wrong and became nervous. They quickly took out their weapons and pointed them at Wes, shouting loudly: "Asshole, what did you do?"
Wes seemed to have not heard them and ignored them at all.
After a while, Wes read Xiaohong's memory and turned around without hesitation.
"Hey!" Xiaohong's companions were unwilling to let Wes leave like this, and they wanted to stop Wes.
However, just as they were about to act, one of them suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.
He lowered his head and was horrified to find that the dagger in Xiaohong's hand had pierced his waist.
"Why?" He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Xiaohong said nothing, but drew out the dagger expressionlessly, and then began to attack other companions frantically.
The sound of fierce fighting sounded in the corner of the void, but it did not hinder Weiss's steps.
It seemed that everything behind him had nothing to do with him.
From Xiaohong's memory, he knew the location of a black market, where he might have what he needed.
A team of fully armed patrols stood at the door of the black market.
They were all wearing heavy armor, holding advanced weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed vigilance.
Weiss came to the door of the black market and paid the entrance fee.
He walked into the black market and was somewhat shocked by the scene in front of him.
It is called a black market here, but its area is as large as a city.
Countless stalls and shops are scattered in this vast area, with people coming and going, and the noise is one after another.
Almost all the plunderers and interstellar pirates from the entire galaxy gathered here, using this place as their main place to sell stolen goods.
These people come from different planets and races. They bring treasures plundered from all corners of the universe, and with greed and cunning minds, they look for buyers or exchange for the items they need here.
They do have a lot of amazing things in their hands, from antiques of disappeared civilizations to advanced technological equipment, from rare gems to biological samples.
However, it is not easy to find something truly valuable in the hands of these cunning and greedy guys.
They are good at disguise and deception, and every transaction is full of traps and risks.
To put it bluntly, the black market is no different from the ordinary market in form.
There are also lively crowds, a wide range of goods and shouts of hawking one after another.
But the things sold here are strictly prohibited by law.
No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
Those items that are considered dangerous, illegal or taboo are openly displayed and traded here.
Energy guns, spaceships, planet coordinates, slaves of various appearances and races, etc., these things that are considered untouchable in normal society have become commodities for trading here.
Weiss strolled slowly in the black market for several hours, his eyes shuttled between stalls and shops, but his heart never stirred.
He did not find anything that interested him, although the things sold here did open his eyes.
As small as a delicate energy gun, its power is enough to penetrate heavy armor; a dilapidated but still capable of flying spaceship; as large as the coordinates of a planet.
There are also slaves of various races with strange appearances, they are locked in cages, their eyes are full of fear and despair.
However, none of these items in front of him can arouse Weiss's interest.
Just as Weiss was about to turn around and leave, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears.
"Is the guest dissatisfied with the things here?"
Weiss looked at the voice and saw a woman with blue skin standing in front of him.
She dragged a slender tail behind her.
According to human aesthetics, she is undoubtedly a rare beauty. Her face is delicate and soft, and her blue skin seems to be the color of the deep ocean, exuding a unique charm.
She is wearing the same armor as the guard, but this set of armor is more close-fitting, obviously a more advanced version.
The armor tightly wrapped her body, highlighting her graceful figure, and also revealing a strong sense of power.
"The person in charge of the black market?" Weiss guessed with his eyes narrowed slightly.
The woman smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Just one of them, you can call me Anya."
After Anya finished speaking, she turned around gracefully, her long hair fluttering gently at the moment of turning around.
"These are all ordinary goods, if you want good things, follow me."
Weiss's heart moved, he hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to follow Anya.
