Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Nineteen Participants Tavern
Um!
Who is that person!??
The moment he noticed that figure in his field of vision, Fangran's eyes flashed with shock and surprise.
"etc."
"What else?"
The opening stopped Annabelle from hanging up. Listening to her impatient words, Celica took out the photo and gave a direct signal:
"At your seven o'clock direction, Michael, the maker of the micro-device we found, is over there."
Annabelle frowned slightly when she heard this. She took off her sunglasses and looked at the reflection of the mirror without any trace.
Find the figure that overlaps with the photo among the participants behind you.
"Keep an eye on him for now, and we'll talk about the rest when we arrive."
"Hmph, you don't need to tell me."
The proud and beautiful woman snorted and hung up the communication. In the black market, Celica put away her communication device and looked at Fangran:
"let's go."
Then following her faster pace this time, Fangran walked out of the block from another direction this time. Before entering the elevator again, he subconsciously turned back and opened his dark eyes.
From the ‘night sky’ above, I took one last look at this underground neighborhood that I passed briefly but left a deep impression on.
I vaguely felt that seeing this scene would mean something to me.
It’s just that he still can’t figure it out.
Returning to the ground, coming out of an abandoned building that is further away, the changes in space make people doubt that there is really a block underground.
Then at this moment, Fangran suddenly heard a voice from his earphones that seemed to remind him that the black market did exist.
"The blank account received a fund transfer of US$10,000. Note: The first small-amount transaction is exempt from handling fees."
Listening to this inexplicable report, Fangran's face was blank at first.
Then an idea suddenly popped into my head.
Damn it, you just sold it. Are the black market channels so efficient!?
Then the second thought,
Damn it, does anyone actually buy such a stupid thing!?
These two thoughts were swirling in his mind. When Fangran was shocked that he seemed to have discovered another way to get rich,
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you leave quickly?"
Celica turned around and glanced at him. She immediately reacted when she heard this. Fangran looked at the dark night around her. A gust of cold wind blew through the scene, which could only sweep away the garbage.
Remembering that this place is at least 20 kilometers away from the city center, I tried to ask with a little shame.
"How do we go?"
(≡Д≡;) Could it be that he parkoured all the way...
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Houston, downtown,
"Thank you! Uncle George! Very much three grams of oil!"
After getting off a very old pickup truck, Fangran used his very plastic loose English to thank a somewhat thin foreign uncle in the car loudly.
After leaving the black market, I looked at the ridiculously eccentric exit location. In a foreign country where public transportation is very underdeveloped, not having a car is equivalent to having no legs.
Just when Fangran thought he would have to parkour for at least a few kilometers before he could stop a car, he felt the typical simple enthusiasm of the Texas people.
Looking at the middle-aged man with a kind face named "George" in the driver's seat, he smiled gently at me and drove away.
For a moment, I felt as if his smile had a sense of déjà vu...
But because of the excitement and joy of seeing the black market tonight, he didn't pay attention to the look on the face of a passerby. Fangran took two quick steps to catch up with Selika.
Take off your sunglasses and marvel at the bustling night view of downtown Houston.
"How should we go now? Is the pub in the city?"
Ignoring the driver who drove away in a hurry, Celica glanced at the road signs and other information, turned around and walked in one direction.
"This way."
Walking in the urban area of the fourth largest city in the United States, the wealth of the city is revealed in the brilliant lights, passing by buildings decorated with golden lights.
Walking on the street at night, in the eyes of many men who were amazed by Celika's figure along the way,
Fangran followed her and finally came to a place that was not the most central but not remote either.
Then Fangran raised his head and looked at the building in front of him, a large and magnificent European-style building, with a number of luxury cars parked in the front courtyard surrounded by iron gates.
Different from the hidden and mysterious black market hidden at the entrance of the suburbs, armed with arrogant money, the tavern is completely different and inaccessible to the general public.
It's just that this style of painting is really not a club compared to a 'tavern'...
Fangran came up with this idea very strongly.
He followed Selika and walked inside. It was clear that neither he nor Selika were dressed like people who could come to a place of this quality.
But no one stopped them, and they walked all the way through the front yard to the entrance gate.
The club...ah no, the glass door of the pub opens automatically. There is no doorman, no waiter, no security, and no front desk.
After passing through the bright and luxurious unmanned front hall, the door leading to the inner room automatically opened after the two people approached.
Then the moment the door opens, the scene inside unfolds before your eyes,
The overall light is dark, but not to the level of a nightclub. There are no dazzling light effects, and the music played is not deafening but melodious and soothing.
Bar counter, wine cabinet, box, singing stage, sofa seats and central dance floor are all equipped and exquisite.
It's just that it's mixed with artificial intelligence, robots, holographic projections, soundproofing devices... and other very unusual things.
This is a leisure bar for rich people that seems to have been transformed by science fiction elements.
However, everyone who comes here is a participant.
"This is...the tavern?"
The humanoid robot bartender behind the bar, the holographic projections of beauties serving as the atmosphere on the dance floor, and the high-tech virtual interface for all kinds of participants around to order,
Like a black market, it is beyond the perception of reality. It uses technology to replace artificial scenes.
Fangran once again felt the surprise and novelty he had just been in the underground street.
"Unlike the black market, which is mainly used for trading items, the tavern is mainly a place where participants issue some commissions, exchange information intensively and pass the time,"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "As long as you want, you can also post a commission here and let other participants do the work for you."
"Can any entrustment be accepted?"
"As long as you can get paid."
After giving him a few simple and plain answers, Celica ignored all the glances around her and continued walking towards the center inside.
After listening to her explanation, Fangran nodded with a little understanding and looked around curiously.
At this time, there were not too many people in the tavern, but not too many either.
Some were obviously acquaintances gathered in twos and threes at the sofa booths, chatting, and some seemed to be strangers sitting together at the bar, chatting casually.
Some of them even covered their places, and some didn't turn on soundproofing devices. They didn't seem to mind being heard chatting.
"An enterprise has a business commission for building a bridge. It uses superpowers to help the developer overcome some technical difficulties, and the reward is 10 million..."
"The latest news, there was a large-scale auction in the black market in New York recently..."
"I met a guy with a very special ability in a previous scene. Do any of you know..."
"I ran into some trouble. My equipment was seriously damaged. I want to find a mechanic to repair it. The repair fee is quoted at two million..."
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As I followed Selica and walked inside, I heard some conversations coming to my ears through the translator. Most of them were commissions, scenes and other information about North America.
It was an incredible feeling, hidden in the crowd, that the participants who came and went in the impression would actually gather like this,
For a moment, I felt like I was walking into a marketplace.
Feel the lives of the vast grassroots group of participants.
Then, just like there are always old people discussing national affairs in teahouses, Fangran also heard something similar when passing by a bar.
"The leaders of the Royal Court, and even the 50th Cavalry...the association has made quite a stir in Europe this time. This is the first time this year."
"Oh, it's normal. How long has it been since the world of Night War entered a period of peace?"
"There are more and more participants, and they are becoming more and more active. Some problems will be exposed sooner or later. From the moment the two overlords have different attitudes towards this, something like this will definitely happen."
The moment he heard such words, Fangran subconsciously stopped.
"Before the next era comes, another war may break out."
