Volume 12 [Creation! The Death of the Terminator!] Chapter 6: Once the Element of Fire Appears, Who Can Compete with It?

Such awesome words came out of nowhere, just like a third person suddenly thrusting in when a couple is having sex, so it should have caused thousands of waves with one stone. But it was very strange that no one else seemed to hear this person, but just quoted the price on their own.

"Seventeen virgins from Aphrodite, each with three **!"

"From the h3 crosswalk to the h4 crosswalk, there are 70,000 people and 120 shops there! There are also three bars and six casinos."

"An Arctic Ocean-class cargo spacecraft that only flew 2.8 light years. It has a ten-wishbone ** suspension, an eight-link + air suspension, and three additional mounting interfaces. It is also equipped with ten Two plasma launchers!"

"The cashier's check of 800 million imperial coins, marked with platinum, can be redeemed at any bank!"

"……."

For a moment, the originally orderly auction house seemed very chaotic. Fang Senyan asked old Charlie with interest:

"Who was the guy who spoke first?"

It stands to reason that people who dare to say such things in this place are probably very confident before they dare to say so. For example, if Meng Ge makes a statement, the boss here dares not to do it like a ****? But the strange thing is that after calling this person out, not only did the auctioneer not take him seriously, but even the bidders regarded him as nothing.

It stands to reason that if you say something like this in this situation and don't have the symmetrical strength, you deserve to be dragged out, stripped naked, beaten, and have your fingers chopped off! This guy was just ignored, which was also a very strange performance.

The person who spoke was hidden in the box. Only his tall and thin figure could be vaguely seen. Old Charlie said respectfully to Fang Senyan:

"This person has a special identity. The reason why the black market can continue here is not relying on the power of Lieutenant General Meng Ge. It is said that it is the power behind the scenes of an imperial general. When Meng Ge was still a major general, the general was A black market has been opened here. And this Grand is the permanent representative of the imperial general's power here. He is mainly responsible for supervising the transactions in the black market and preventing the loss of due commissions. Of course, the general's similar business is probably good. He is just one of the spokespersons for dozens of companies.”

"The relationship between Grand and the owner of the black market is very tense - if it were not tense, then the two of them would easily be suspected by the superiors and collude to embezzle each other and make false accounts. Because of this, he often deliberately Do some weird things to cause trouble, and regular customers won’t be surprised.”

After everyone made their bids, the person hosting the auction laughed and said:

"It seems that you have not realized the true value of the goods we are auctioning."

He waved his hand, and two men wearing cargo micro-mechas strode over beside him. They picked up the micro-soldier mecha one on the left and one on the right. They first used weapons to bombard it to verify its sturdiness. Then a button was pushed.

Suddenly! There was originally something similar to a backpack behind this miniature individual mecha. This "backpack" quickly folded and deformed, covering the body of the miniature individual mecha. It was originally about two and thirty meters tall. At this time, after deforming, it actually entered the attack mode and turned into a large exoskeleton mecha of about three meters! Even if no one is controlling it, the intention to kill is ready to come out.

What's even more surprising is that there are two unscratched areas on it. The image of a clenched fist was spray-painted on it!

That's what the Empire calls the Rebels: the symbol of the Interstellar Alliance! And this kind of individual tactical equipment has never appeared on the battlefield. In other words, this thing is a powerful hidden weapon of the enemy of the Interstellar Alliance, and it actually appeared in the auction house in the heart of the empire.

The person in charge of the auction looked around proudly, and then announced his psychological rank:

"This is a new weapon recently developed by the Alliance. The cost is currently too high. Therefore, it is not mass-produced. It is only equipped with individual special elite troops. However, two warriors in this unit repented, abandoned the dark and turned to the light, looking back at our great empire. Since they have no intention of becoming warriors anymore, they entrusted us to sell this powerful weapon. To be honest, this thing is probably unique in the empire, so it is less than 8 billion federal coins. Don’t put out the offer.”

Although the price has been raised at least ten times, after the function of this guy was demonstrated, the people who quoted the price became even more flocked. It can be seen that Fang Sheyan's previous inference that "the poorer the place is, the more likely it is for rich people to be born" is not true at all. .

Later, when the competition reached a fever pitch, all the curtains of the private room were opened, and a large group of people showed their faces as if they were afraid that others would not recognize them, and quarreled crazily to give someone some face...

Later, some people who lacked financial resources or were not so determined to buy still stopped and withdrew from the battle. There are mainly three remaining companies, all of which are black and white figures in Alpine Base No. 7. The highest bid currently is for two high-resource stars.

This obviously far exceeds the value of a new mecha.

However, the person bidding the price knew through insider information that the Empire's Big Ben Research Institute was eager to obtain the key technology of this hybrid assault test mecha called "Prometheus"! It would have been extremely difficult for him to be promoted to a peerage, but if he could establish a relationship with Big Ben's researcher, it wouldn't be a problem at all, so he was determined to win.

The price was already rising like a tug-of-war, and the auctioneer's countdown was getting further and further away. I saw that several times when the hammer was about to fall, others raised the price.

However, at this moment, an old man who looked a little old and seemed to be hiding behind his clothes and hat stood up and walked towards the auction table.

Everyone did not expect that there would be a dark horse coming out of the blue. They immediately looked at it carefully, and many regular customers immediately started laughing and insulting:

"Isn't this our great Lord Marquis Charlie? It's a pity that he is the former Lord Marquis. I heard that you didn't become an android out of fear of death. What? Don't you have to lick your asshole today?"

"Get out of here quickly and don't waste our time, otherwise I won't let the servants at home take care of your vegetable stall."

"My whole body is trembling with excitement when the Marquis takes action. I'm looking forward to the surprise he gives me!"

"Your granddaughter is doing well in the brothel and has become a third-class prostitute. Since you dare to pollute my eyes here, then I don't mind letting the servants at home patronize her business."

"You poor bitch, come and lick my boots a hundred times, and then I'll reward you with a dollar and get out of here!"

“………….”

Seeing the figure of old Charlie walking silently, Sheyan was surprised at this moment. This old guy turned out to be a noble, and he was once a high-ranking noble of the empire! This was something he never expected.

Old Charlie walked up to the auctioneer who seemed to be planning to call the guard at any time, and took out a tattered and dirty cloth bag with a few patches on it--well, that should be a torn one. The smelly socks-------threw them directly to the auctioneer, and then said indifferently:

"The master said to pack the mecha and put it in a suitcase. The suitcase must be blue, which is his lucky color."

When the auctioneer faced the dirty bag that was thrown at him, he immediately showed off his strong skills. With a big belly, he shrank back with an agility that was not commensurate with his weight, as if what was flying towards him was a grenade or vomiting. A mouthful of phlegm......

Just when he was about to curse loudly, he asked the watchful guard next to him to unscrew the troublesome old Charlie's head and stuff it into the toilet behind him. Suddenly his eyes glanced at the ground, and his whole body froze immediately.

"This this…………."

It turned out that the mouth of the bag that Old Charlie took out was originally loose. Because no one took it, when it landed on the ground, a few of the contents naturally scattered out, and rolled down two or three times. grains on the ground.

The sound was like the sound of two pieces of metal hitting each other, light and crisp, and with a penetrating trembling charm. What's even weirder is that the auction house is brightly lit, but after the appearance of these two or three objects, the surroundings are covered with a beautiful, soft gray light, and even the entire room seems to have a faint layer of light. The mist has an unreal splendor!

Those who were laughing and insulting old Charlie were silenced as if their throats had been cut, and their faces were even more burning. It felt like they were being slapped hard by old Charlie who was standing indifferently. Beat him up! !

One gang leader wondered:

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong with you, aren't they just a few broken gems?"

At this time, the auctioneer had already said in a trembling voice:

"This...is this high-concentration metal particles of acetic elements?? I'm so sorry, so sorry! Mr. Charlie, Mr. Charlie, please forgive me, I have never seen the real thing. Please wait, I have to find an expert to evaluate it. one time."

While the auctioneer was talking incoherently, he squatted down to pick up the bag that he had looked down upon like a scourge just a few seconds ago.

When he went to pick it up, because his hands were shaking violently, he picked it up several times without success. In the end, because he was too fat and tired from squatting, he simply knelt down on the ground and picked up the pieces one by one with his fingers. He was standing with sweat on his face and forehead.

As soon as he heard the words "high concentration of metal particles of acetic elements", the gang leader immediately shut his mouth. His face turned livid at first, then pale, and he quickly slipped out quietly. For someone who can easily take out this thing, even if old Charlie is just his dog, then the dog's fart is enough to knock him into a fight. How long will it take him if he doesn't run away now?

Everything at the auction was originally under the attention of the mastermind behind the scenes, so as soon as the auctioneer put the scattered metal particles of the element back into the bag made of the smelly sock, an expert came out immediately.

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