Clearing up the source

Author: Tuan Youyuan

Clearing up the source

Some time has passed since countless civilizations expressed their stance at the Federation meeting, and all major civilizations have begun to clean up the black trade.

Most civilized rulers don't have a good impression of the black trade. After all, these people don't pay taxes.

They also understand that this black trade is intricately entangled and difficult to uproot on a large scale.

But this time with Long Zun as the leader, they acted like they were forced to cooperate. While they were helpless, they also felt secretly happy in their hearts.

Sitting in the position of civilized rulers, it cannot be said that they do not have any selfish desires, but most of the time they still want to seek some welfare for the citizens within their borders.

Especially for those with civilized electoral systems, this is a good opportunity to get re-elected.

Therefore, in this case, various "wonders" that are rarely seen in ordinary times appear everywhere in the interstellar space.

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In a certain interstellar civilization, in a vast laboratory, there was a guy wearing a white lab coat.

Wearing a filter mask, he operated various precision instruments and took out a crystal clear black ball from the disembowelled purple body.

On the metal pillar next to them, there were bound several dull-looking life forms that looked like fishmen. Their scales had been peeled off cleanly, and they were dripping with blood.

The waste chute next to it was already filled with several corpses.

"Finally shipped. The diameter is 174mm and the grade can reach A standard."

The man took off his gloves and carefully looked at the black pearl in his hand, showing an obsessed look.

On the other side, there is a huge virtual screen playing a program.

Deardorff placed the pearl into the robot's hand.

While eating the food brought by the butler, he raised his eyes and looked at the screen, and at the same time ordered:

"The quality of this batch of goods is not good. We will not sell them to the outside world for the time being and let the fishing team find a new catching point."

"What the hell, ten pearl fish only produce one pearl."

"Understood." The butler nodded.

"Gudu..."

Deardorff took a sip of wine, ignored the wails of the murlocs on the cylinder, puffed out smoke, and increased the volume of the virtual screen.

At this moment, an encrypted communication interface suddenly popped up on the virtual screen, and a number marked "Fat Sheep" called.

Deardorff's eyes flashed, he paused the program and answered the communication.

"Fat Sheep" gets straight to the point:

"Why haven't the pearl murlocs I ordered arrived yet?"

"The gambling game has been delayed for a week. Do you know how much loss I have suffered?"

Deardorff shrugged and said, "Sorry, we haven't gotten the goods yet."

"How long has this been going on? What's wrong with you?"

"Fat Sheep" said in a dissatisfied tone.

Deardorff shook his head, "The interstellar has been turbulent recently, the situation is very bad, and the blockade of major civilizations is very serious. It is difficult for my fishing team to move."

Outside civilization hangs high, and the Star Empire takes frequent actions, which makes many interstellar citizens very worried.

In this case, some middle-class people need to vent their stress far more than lower-class citizens, and they also have more financial resources to enjoy more exotic hobbies.

Because of this, the prices of various black transactions have soared, and he also wants to re-price them to obtain higher profits.

Saying no to selling will damage your reputation, so you can only refuse the sale in this tactful way.

"Although I can't get what you want here, there are some other good things. Do you want to see them?" Deardorff asked.

"Glacier, pink doomsday and other good stuff, it's so refreshing to smoke it."

"Forget it, my customers have no interest in harming themselves. They want to live for two more years."

"I really want to try this stuff, just go to the "safe house" and suck the "stuff"."

"Fat Sheep" shook his head, this kind of addictive drug does too much damage to the body.

In many civilizations, addictive drugs are not expressly prohibited by law as long as they do not damage life and health.

However, those gadgets hardly bring overly exaggerated excitement.

Some old poisonous insects are no longer satisfied with that kind of gadget.

Drugs such as "Glacier" and "Pink Doom" that can touch the spiritual body and bring extreme spiritual enjoyment are sought after.

At the same time, the sequelae are almost impossible to treat, and almost no drug users have a good ending.

The so-called safe house is a place designed by civilized officials where one can freely take addictive drugs.

"Suffocating farts" refers to the drugs they provide, which roughly means that they are almost as irritating as smelly farts.

Deardorff didn't care either.

Because of the rising market prices, the prices of all the transactions Dierdorf is currently taking will have doubled or tripled.

If it weren't for his reputation, Deardorff would have simply canceled the previous order.

"The unprecedented market situation, I am really grateful to the outside world for being civilized..."

Deardorff was in a good mood.

Deardorff didn't care about the fact that there were intact eggs under the overturned nest.

As long as there are enough resources, you can find a suitable place to live in any civilization.

Those outside civilizations are not murderous, and gray rats like Dierdorf have their own ways to land safely.

But at this moment, a picture suddenly popped up. It was news about cleaning up the black trade, and it was accompanied by Long Zun's speech.

Deardorff watched the big man's speech with great interest.

Soon, Deardorff's eyes widened and he straightened his body.

Look at the large number of civilizations in the picture responding to Li Yu's call.

Especially when the person in charge of the Black Hole Network nodded, Deardorff's mind went blank and his whole body was trembling.

It's over, everything is over.

The black hole network is almost half of the base camp of the interstellar black trade. The enemy has directly interfered in the lair. How can they still play?

Similar scenes have occurred in many places, and many black organization bosses are panicking. Black hole banks are an important channel for the circulation of dirty money.

Without the support of the Black Hole Network, most of their business would have been wiped out.

After working hard for most of my life, I drowned in the river before I could get out of the water. Who can bear this?

Sad, yesterday 520 special circumstances, the number of words is not much, and du pin cannot have too much description, so I deleted part of it.

I hope all bosses will forgive me.
Chapter completed!