Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1052 Exploring in the dark night

"Here, my friend!" The werewolf had just sent away two companions, and Solar had already walked to a small bar next to the port and turned to the werewolf to pay tribute.

Bettiville could have left the natural swordsman, but he vaguely felt that this guy of Solar would be stared at by some unknown force. It would be dangerous if he left it, and he had to stay for a while.

Two young people who are **** and look terrible enter the bar, and naturally they will have a lot of hostile eyes. Fortunately, there are often bounty hunters hired as merchants' bodyguards near Shagang. They often kill a day and return to Cairo. They are **** and push the door into the bar. The locals are also used to it.

"Hey," Biddeville found a seat to sit down, only to find out how uncomfortable the blood on his body was, it was itchy and sticky. He wished he had finished eating dinner soon, collected the money from Kana, and immediately went back to the hotel to take a shower.

"Mr. Bedieville," Solar asked for some food and drinks, and asked the werewolf: "How are you going to deal with the car's worm?"

"I don't know." The werewolf suddenly stunned: "In short, I will ship it back and see if there is a warehouse near the hotel to rent. Let me store it first?"

"If I tell you, this may be someone who is willing to pay for it...?"

"Great!" Biddiville was also anxious to disarm the golden insect worm. Hearing that Solarr said this, he was simply unable to ask for it. He couldn’t help but glance at it: "Do you know the way?"

Solar evades the eyes of the werewolf. It seems that there is something unspeakable: "I can't guarantee anything. But I can take you there first. You can talk to the people over there in specific situations."

"What is the detailed talk?" Kana’s voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Nothing." The werewolf didn't want to talk to the people in the business group. He quickly interrupted his chat with Solar: "What about money?"

"These." Kana once again handed a check to Bedyville: "Don't be too small, the second payment has been deducted from the cost of renting the wormwood bucket and the truck. If you feel okay, sign it here, then Our contractual relationship is over."

"Very good." The werewolf swept his cheque and the words on the check were marked with a thousand dollars of Egyptian coins. Although it seems that there are very few, in fact, the caravan has already paid a lot of tips to Bediville, because the cost of worms and barrels has increased to more than 20,000 Egyptian dollars.

The werewolf hurriedly signed a name in the note that Karna handed over, ended the commission, and then looked at Solar to collect the signature. The murderer of Solar seems to have only received more than 2,000 yuan, which is the second half of the scheduled contract. The caravan did not give any reward to the swordsman. It is estimated that they did not feel the need to do so. Bediville secretly sighed, it turns out that a person is smart enough to really take advantage of it.

"So, goodbye." Kana took up the contract between Bediville and Solar and turned to leave: "If you have a chance, I wish you a happy cooperation next time."

"Hey, happy cooperation, my friend." Solar smiled straight and waved to Kaana.

"Yes, the cooperation is pleasant." Bettiville's attitude is much colder. He knows what this Mohammed business group is doing, and he does not intend to accept any commission from this **** caravan. Anyway, if the twenty-two barrels of worms can be taken off smoothly, huge amounts of wealth will soon come, and Beddyville will not worry about the money for the time being.

"So," after bid farewell to Kana, Bedieville and Solar immediately finished eating dinner. After Solar paid the bill, he patted his **** and stood up: "Want to go to [the place], are you ready, my friend?"

"Do you use such a mysterious thing?" Bettiville also put down the knife and fork and swallowed the last bite of spaghetti: "Go, you lead the way."

The two went out of the bar and jumped onto the van - of course, Bédiville was responsible for driving.

The night road in the suburbs of Cairo is not good, because the street lights are quite dark, and the city's desolate roads have been lost for a long time. The truck he was driving was even the old four-wheeled car, and there was no anti-gravity device. It was a bumpy walk on the broken road, and the two people’s **** were particularly uncomfortable.

"Go right here," Solar seems to be familiar with the roads of Cairo, directing the werewolves to move forward.

"Oh, have you lived in Egypt before?" Biddeville carefully cared the driver's van and chatted casually.

"Living for a while," Solaror replied in an understatement, sharpening his eyes and finding the right route from a suburban night road that is not well-identified: "My... people, often travel around the world, Set footholds and build strongholds. You can get a lot of good materials near the Sahara Desert. We will go to the strongholds here to brush the materials."

"Hey, people? Are you a traveler?" Biddiville felt that there were many wonderful doubts in Solar's words. Now I think that his understanding of Solar is really not deep. Even the origin of the swordsman is completely unknown. He only knows the nationality of Solar.

auzw.com "Traveling merchants... this is actually true." The sturdy Novi man scratched his head and was a little embarrassed: "It is not easy to explain this now. Wait until you see it. After my tribe, you will understand. Turn left at the intersection."

Bedyville 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.

In the sound of the car's falling apart, the two kept silent and the atmosphere was boring and embarrassing.

"So," in order to ease the embarrassing atmosphere a little, Biddiville asked: "Where do you want to take me to a market-like place? Is it a market for weapons material trading?"

"Almost. But we call it a black market." Solar leaned back on the hard-skinned seat where the truck was not so comfortable, whispered: "Where, in addition to trading weapons and materials, there are various contraband. It is sold. Even the lightsaber weapons that are regulated for sale in the market can be found. In short, there are many good things to buy."

As long as you have money. Beddyville was guilty. This guy on the surface of Soral looks straight and decent, and he did not expect to have a dark side, and it has a connection with this contraband market.

"Cough... It’s sold in the black market, it’s really all kinds of stolen goods, right?" The werewolf whispered, as if they were afraid that their conversation would be heard by pedestrians on the road - but there weren’t even half of the people on the road. .

"Not exactly." Solar seemed to want to defend himself: "Some equipment is not a stolen thing, but a good thing made by real weapon craftsmen. But they are too powerful to be sold from normal channels. There are also some equipment, the materials used to make them come from rare creatures that are almost endangered, so --"

Bedieville didn't want to hear that Soral continued to squat and quickly interrupted with other questions: "Does the Egyptian government sit idly by this black market?"

"The boss of the black market pays huge taxes to the Egyptian government every year. If the government collects the money, it will close one eye to the black market." Solar said with a cough: "Of course, only those who know the way can Enter this black market. Ok, turn right at the intersection, we are coming, my friend."

The werewolf drove past the instructions of the swordsman, but the truck got into a dead end.

The four sides are alleys surrounded by stone walls, and the stone walls are followed by a building that has been abandoned for a long time, and it seems that only half of it has been built. This scene is desolate and quiet, boring and deserted. How can it be seen that there is a market? !

Bedyville’s heart was suddenly half-cooled – was he pitted? Did Solal see forgiveness, and other guys, ambush Bediville here, want to **** the 22-barrel golden insect worm from the werewolf? !

It is indeed possible. Insect syrup is a high-end enchanting material of value, and anyone who sees it will be heart-warming. If the car goods of Bediville are robbed and then sold, the profits will be enough for more than a dozen people to spend the rest of their lives leisurely.

But is Solar really such a person?

"What do you mean by this?" The werewolf licked his eyes and asked the swordsman on the passenger's seat. The hand had touched the weapon at the waist and prepared to fight the ambush that might come at any time.

"Calm, my friend." Solar was very calm, raised his hands, and had no intention of fighting: "Just go on like this."

"Before the wall!" also greeted Beddyville's angry spit.

"I know." The Swordsman repeated in a calm and kind manner: "Please go over like this."

"Hey, you better not play tricks on me." Bettiville will be suspiciously stepping on the gas pedal, driving the truck to the stone wall in front of him, and seeing the car slamming into the stone wall - this is renting From the vehicle, the maintenance cost is not estimated to be cheaper?

He felt that all this was stupid to death - why did he go to this point, he still want to believe in Solar?

However, the truck did not hit the wall, but passed directly through the wall. Is this an air wall?

"It turns out. Is it an optical camouflage." The werewolf sighed: "In the old city of Cairo, this high-tech gadget is hidden..."

"Because of this, it can't be easily noticed." Solar gave a smile and put down his high hands.

Indeed, the use of optical camouflage as a cover, those who do not know the way to enter the door, the secret of this black market is only a small number of people know. This further illustrates that the operators of the black market are moving. After all, the use and maintenance of optical camouflage requires huge funds.

The truck quickly passed through the wall of this optical camouflage.

In stark contrast to the shabby and desolate scenery outside the wall, in front of Bediville is a vibrant, bright night market.