As they stride onto the dusty road, some people noticed new outsiders, but their long spears and cannons also told everyone around them that they were not easy to mess with.

The target of this transaction was the sleeping lizard hunter tribe. Rozim searched for the ribbed or corrugated metal plates used to piece together the shed, hoping to see the code of the encounter. It has to be said that the bottom nest is indeed not aesthetic - although they tried to imitate the orthodox Baroque design of the empire, the actual result was only the upside down of the decorations and the graffiti of the horizontal and vertical graffiti.

Soon, he saw the code, walked to the iron door, and knocked it lightly seven times.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door opened and half of his face emerged from the dark light, like a ghost.

He looked at Rozim and then said in rough Gothic:

"Black Mouth Boss?"

"No, it's a white mouth."

The other party nodded and made a way out.

Rozim and others walked in. This was a two-story cottage. The transaction location was on the second floor. There was a huge coffee table and several sofas. Rozim sat on the sofa with a metal suitcase on his hand. The guy stood by the blinds, holding his hands in his chest, and the others also found their own locations.

Amid a gentle sound of footsteps, another door opened, and several men in camouflage uniforms walked in, and the headed man blushed like a man exposed to the sun, easily identified him as a hunter or a wandering adventurer—a type that is too common in the bottom nest, with a thin face, black goatee and non-screwed brown eyes that made him look like a killer, the only one who didn't wear camouflage uniforms, the maroon top with scarlet braids and lemon green knee-length breeches with silver buckles, looked particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Rozim stood up and reached out his hand.

"Boss Weilin, I'm lucky to know, my name is Rozim."

The man looked Rozim up and down, then stretched out his hand, and the two of them gently held each other for a second and then separated.

"You are not a local from Ning Jing 2, are you?"

"Yes, I've just arrived."

"There are many aliens recently. I heard that they all want to make a fortune, but after losing all their underwear, they can only come to the bottom nest to hide their debts or ask for food."

The man smiled and said something that made Rozim a little embarrassed, but he was thick-skinned and did not show it.

"As long as the bottom nest has vision, it will be full of gold. Boss Wei Lin will make a fortune."

The other party laughed dryly, then sat on the sofa opposite Rozim, and then a sleeping lizard hunter took a metal suitcase forward, placed it on the coffee table, and opened it.

Inside are ten metal glass tubes filled with green liquid.

"Fifty sleeping lizards can only extract these anesthetics."

Loken picked up a glass tube and then stabbed a probe into the cork.

"But there are more than fifty people who died because of this."

As he said that, the man looked at Isven with a glove box.

"It's not easy."

Rozim looked at Loken, the other party nodded, so he waved his hand. Isven put his suitcase on the table and opened it to the other party, and piles of neatly placed military tickets were suddenly in sight.

The leader of the sleeping lizard hunter took out a stack and brought a small instrument to identify the authenticity from his subordinates. Seeing this, Rozim smiled and said:

"Don't worry, everyone understands the rules of the world, and the black-mouthed boss has always had a good credit."

"Oh, this military ticket is actually not worth it, but who has made the poor people in the bottom nest eat so hard that they are eaten by the people above?"

At this moment, Rozim suddenly poked his body forward.

"Boss Wei Lin, I still have some good things here, why don't you take a look."

As he said that, Rozim took out a small test tube filled with blue liquid and handed it to the other party. The man took it and took a look. His eyes at Rozim also changed, full of fun.

"Universal antibiotics, this thing is monopolized by black mouths. If you sell it secretly, if you find it... Everyone knows that because the two eggs below were knocked out during gun battles in the past, he likes to eat other people's things the most, and they are roasted."

"The price here is one-third cheaper than him."

Wei Lin smiled.

"It doesn't matter to me, it's okay to sell it to anyone, how much do you have, or how much do you plan to buy from me."

"Ten units."

"Ten units... I can't get all the things in my hands now, you may have to wait for two days."

"no problem."

"Well, Mr. Rozim, this house belongs to our tribe. No one dares to disturb you. You live here very safely. If you want to find a place to live on your own, but the streets are not peaceful recently, and you bring... such expensive things."

"No problem, we'll live here, but we'll be exhausted after a day of hard work... Brother Wei Lin, do you have anything?"

Rozim raised his eyebrows mysteriously.

“A place for formal health care.”

Wei Lin showed an expression that I understand.

"Oh, that place, there are some pretty girls in the Purple Salamander Bar."

After the other party left, Rozim arranged for the young man to stay in the house with Kawaquero and Kron, who were inconvenient to show up, and he followed Isven, Loken and Dogo to the bar on the west side of the town.

A sunshade was pulled up on the front of the bar. It was logically not sunny, so it seemed strange. In the shadows under the sunshade, the twinkling neon lights were a salamander with its tail shaking. Before he could walk in, Rozim heard a twilight chattering sound from inside. He looked inside and saw a large space, about the size of a small church, with some windows open, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, filled with men and women who were drinking, gaze and playing cards, or just chatting. On the dirt road outside, there were many women inside, dressed in gorgeous or even indecent clothes, and even wearing almost nothing, wearing a few rags, and Isven immediately showed a lewd smile.

"Boss, this is a really good place."

They walked in carelessly and deliberately exposed the pistols that were blocked around their waists. In the bar, almost any kind of money was acceptable. This made people feel relieved. They found an empty table and chair to sit down and bought a few glasses of wine that tasted strange.

Soon, the young waitress in a swimsuit and fishnet stockings and with rabbit ears on her head walked over with elegant steps with the plate. As she bent down and placed the wine glass on the table, her heavy chest almost popped out of the tight one-piece swimsuit, almost sucking Isven, Loken and Dogo's eyes in.

"Boss, your wine~"

But obviously, she knew who the outsider was, and after putting down the wine glass, she put one hand on Rozim's shoulder.

Rozim smiled and held the other party's little hand, then took out a small military ticket, stuffed it into the other party's chest, and felt the smoothness of buying for a moment.
Chapter completed!