Four Hundred and Ninety-Two, Black Market

"The person you like," Zhou Yingxue looked at Ren Xiaosu, "is it Yang Xiaojin?"

Ren Xiaosu remained silent and did not answer the question.

But I heard Zhou Yingxue say: "If it's Yang Xiaojin, then I admit that she is indeed prettier than me, but didn't you leave barrier 88 with Yang Xiaojin? Why didn't you see her?"

Zhou Yingxue remembered that Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin went to the northern river valley to suppress bandits, and Yang Xiaojin never came back.

Ren Xiaosu glanced at Zhou Yingxue: "Don't meddle in other people's business, have you heard any news about the thugs during your stay in the Central Plains?"

"No," Zhou Yingxue shook her head: "Although thugs have been active in the Central Plains in recent years, they are more secretive and organized than expected. Some people say that they are hiding behind a certain organization and commanding remotely, but no one knows Which organization is it?"

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu sighed. He has been in the Central Plains for two months, but he still hasn't found anyone.

The sound of fighting in the No. 61 barrier finally stopped. The refugees were tired of watching the excitement in the middle of the night, and they might not be able to fall asleep even after returning to their shacks. When they woke up in the morning and went to the factory, they all stared at the dark circles under their eyes. , yawning.

But on the way to the factory with his fellow workers, they were still discussing the battle last night with great interest, and they were also happily guessing what caused the fight.

Unlike the gloomy expressions of the residents of the barrier, the refugees did not feel that this battle had anything to do with them.

Refugees and barrier residents seem to live in two worlds, and even their positions and values ​​are separated by a huge gap.

Every time Ren Xiaosu saw these things, he would feel a little emotional, but Zhou Yingxue didn't care about these things, she just wanted to ask Ren Xiaosu: "Why are all potatoes?!"

Ren Xiaosu said nonchalantly: "Let's make do with it, potatoes are good."

With that said, Ren Xiaosu untied the rope for Zhou Yingxue, and stuffed two boiled potatoes into Zhou Yingxue's hands, and Zhou Yingxue took advantage of this rare free time to quickly move her joints so that the stiff joints could become flexible again. stand up.

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu was still rambling on: "You asked me yesterday, how could I, a superhuman, live in a market town? Because I was originally a refugee. You only ate potatoes for two meals now, and you feel that you can't eat any more. , but you don’t know that the refugees in the northwest and southwest sometimes can’t even eat potatoes. Who doesn’t want to eat white rice and pasta? But can they eat it?”

Zhou Yingxue was stunned for a while,

She suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you usually eat potatoes?"

"No." Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "I usually eat out of restaurants, and I have money."

Zhou Yingxue: "???"

At that time, she wanted to smash the two potatoes in her hand to Ren Xiaosu's face, but she didn't dare, because she really couldn't afford to offend him.

Zhou Yingxue said with a cold face, "I want to go to the restaurant too."

"I think you're trying to get a fart," Ren Xiaosu said with a cheerful smile, "Do you really think that the Wang's consortium is nothing but just finished destroying in their fortress, and then turned around and walked in the market town swaggering?"

For a moment, Zhou Yingxue felt sad in her heart, she was also an extraordinary person after all, how could she be so powerless when facing Ren Xiaosu.

In the past in the 88th barrier, there were many young handsome men who pursued her. She was also a leader in the Yang family's intelligence system in terms of assassination, intelligence, and infiltration. Out of the barriers.

But it was such an extraordinary person, but now he could only live on potatoes.

Wait, Zhou Yingxue suddenly asked, "Where do the plants in your backyard come from?"

At this moment, Zhou Yingxue finally felt that something was wrong. She saw Ren Xiaosu make those plants spit out potatoes with her own eyes. That scene almost overturned her cognition. Don't potatoes grow in the ground?

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "It was there when I bought this house."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Zhou Yingxue asked stubbornly.

"That's the seed I bought from someone else," Ren Xiaosu said with a cheerful smile.

"Nonsense, I haven't seen anyone selling such strange seeds on the black market," Zhou Yingxue frowned.

"Black market?" Ren Xiaosu became interested instead: "Is there a black market in this Central Plains?"

"Haven't you ever seen a black market?" Zhou Yingxue was stunned for a moment, "No matter where there are such underground trading places, the items sold are all contraband."

"Is there any treasure flying in the sky, or some legendary magic weapon? Isn't this the era of the extraordinary?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"There's nothing you said," Zhou Yingxue rolled her eyes: "The main trades there are arms and medicines, as well as the pre-catastrophic technologies dug out from nowhere by various small groups, and finally intelligence trades. My earliest That mobile phone was also bought on the black market."

Ren Xiaosu snorted: "The mobile phone of the peripheral killer can still be bought on the black market? How much is a mobile phone..."

"500,000 each!" Zhou Yingxue said.

Ren Xiaosu was shocked: "So expensive? The reward for a D-level task is only 20,000 yuan!"

"But if you get promoted to C-level, you can earn back by doing five missions," Zhou Yingxue said, "And part of this phone was not bought by killers, but some big shots who are in a hostile state with Anjing Temple bought it for self-defense. Yes, although you can’t see A-level missions, you can see them at B-level and below, and if Anjing Temple releases missions, they can make preparations in advance.”

"Hey, doesn't Anjing Temple know about this?" Ren Xiaosu asked suspiciously.

"They don't seem to care," Zhou Yingxue said.

"What else is on the black market?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"By the way, there are still many killers living in the black market for a long time, because there is the safest hotel there. When Anjing Temple releases a collaborative mission, the killers can be linked through the hotel and form a small group. Disband after performing the mission. "Zhou Yingxue said: "For example, the task of barrier 63 the day before yesterday, or the task of barrier 61 yesterday, can all be completed collaboratively."

Ren Xiaosu was stunned. When he saw the text message before, he still thought that those killers usually hide their whereabouts and don't know each other. How can they cooperate.

It turns out that there is another world in this dark underground organization.

Now, Ren Xiaosu is a little interested in this black market, and he doesn't know what level he is in this black market killer? And there should be many A-level killers there, and you can even meet people from Anjing Temple. If you just think about it, you know that this will be a place where extraordinary people gather.

I'm about to complete the task of taking in Zhou Yingxue. Wouldn't it be nice to take the skill map to reproduce the skills when the time comes? He still misses the skill of drawing a dragon with syrup.

"Two days later, take me to the black market," Ren Xiaosu said to Zhou Yingxue.