Galactic Dark Net

The scene became very strange. Han Lang actually smashed up with a slave. You gave me a punch. I also punched you. The two faces of the fight were all blood. While talking, Horton couldn’t understand. Language.

Obviously, the two of them are not really fighting each other, otherwise the scene will never only see this blood, it seems that they are more like a feeling of depression in the heart.

The two men went crazy for ten minutes, and they sat on the ground and gasped.

"Your fist is very hard." Clark spit a spit with blood and said to Han Lang in the words of the earth.

A smile, Han Lang said: "You are not bad. When you were born ten years ago, I was just a child. I was full of worship. I didn’t think that the first time we met, it would be here, but also One."

Clark is still a bit confused. He grabbed his head and said, "I remember Earth, it seems to be a place that is important to me, but I forgot what the earth looks like."

Hey~

Han Lang's finger gently touches the space ring, takes out a tablet computer, and opens the album.

"Hey, this is the earth, let's be the home of these people, beautiful? This is the mainland, this is the ocean, my home is here, China, your home is here, America."

Clark looked at the crowd and looked at them. These photos seemed to evoke the memory he buried deep. When he saw this blue planet, Clark felt kindly in his heart, but his memory was very vague, the kind of closeness. Feeling doesn't make him remember too many things in the past.

"Look, this is a photo of you when you set off for the Galaxy. Good guys, people all over the world are coming to see you off."

"This is a photo of you when you broke through the ruins of the a7 in the ninth place. At that time, you announced in the live broadcast that the earth has stood up! It will never be bullied again! As long as you live Clark for a day, the earth will always be Free."

"At that time, I was just seven years old. After listening to you, I cried out at the time. The result is. The Galaxy Conference is over. You will disappear, even the personal image will not be found. I am still holding you. photograph it, you say I should not beat you? "

Although I can't remember the past, Han Lang said that Clark still feels ashamed.

Memory can be erased, but the feelings in my heart will always be there. Clark believes in Han Lang, and he becomes so excited when he sees himself. As soon as I saw the photos of the earth, I couldn’t help but shed tears. These are the most sincere emotions.

"I. I." Clarke stuttered and didn't know what to say.

Han Langming was a teenager in the next year, but he was patted on the shoulder like a big brother. Shen said: "Nothing to say, the earth will not forget any earth person, and will not abandon any earth person. You are still alive. Go back with me. What happened in the past is not important. What is important is that after."

Ok!

Clark’s eyes were red. Focused on the head.

Han Lang relaxed and lay on the ground, looked up at the spotlight on the roof, and said with a smile: "It is really good to be able to come back, or else so much pressure will make me alone, kill me sooner or later."

Clark seemed to remember something, whispered: "Is there anyone else in my family?"

Han Lang nodded. "You are much luckier than me. You see, your mother, your sister, all live well. The federal government has arranged good living conditions for them, but after you disappeared, they gave it from the government. Moved out of the house and returned to the pasture where you used to live."

"It is estimated that your sudden disappearance made them very stressed and sad."

Clark slammed his fist and tightened his fist.

"Let's go, let's go home, the family will be very happy to see you." Han Lang said to Clarke.

Come back home?

A good name, Clark’s uncontrollable excitement in his heart, and the eyes became wet again.

As soon as Clarke moved, the chain of alloys that tied him rang.

Rubbing ~

Han Lang's wrist was gently lifted, and a knife smashed the alloy chain even if it protruded from his cuff.

Han Lang took Clark to the door and said to the stunned Holden: "Remove his genetic lock."

Horton glanced and frowned: "But he."

Han Lang mouth cornered a circle of curvature, Shen Sheng: "Believe me, your genetic lock is no way to completely control him, the money will not be less, this person I want."

Horton saw Han Lang's unstoppable posture, which barely solved the genetic lock of Clark's hands.

Returning to the upper level of the prison along the way, Clarke just showed up, and the people of the Red Dragons shouted loudly, very excited, not using the common language of the Milky Way, but the tribal language.

"What are they talking about?" Han Lang asked Clark.

"Oh, they are calling my name, the destroyer." Perhaps it was afraid that Han Lang misunderstood, and Clark added another sentence, "The destroyer is my name in the tribe."

Han Lang nodded slightly and said to Houghton: "Professor, I bought all these people. In order to make you feel at ease, the genetic locks of the soldiers are still preserved, but you are troubled by the genetic locks of the old, the weak, the sick, the children and the women. Lift it, give them some food, and write it on my account."

Horton felt that there was no problem in disarming the genetic locks of children and women, so he arranged for his men to follow Han Lang’s instructions.

Han Lang and Clark together visited this prison full of slaves. Those who are Red Dragons, regardless of the soldiers or the old ones, saw that Clark was not worshipping. In the cell, the Red Dragons were about 70,000 people, the majority. There are still some foreigners who are not very cold with Clark, but they are also very taboo.

Clark reached out and raised his thumb. The Red Dragons also reached out from the cell and did the same movement. The two thumbs together seemed to be a unique ceremony for this race.

"This is the tribe's patriarch, Muta," Clark said, pointing to a very spiritual old man.

Han Lang carefully watched. I saw that the old man is really pretty, the Red Dragons are red hair. The brighter the hair color, the more advanced his bloodline is.

Although the wooden tower is already an old dragon clock, the red hair is like a burning cloud, extending from the top of the head to the back. This is also the characteristic of the Chilong people. Many people in the Milky Way discriminate against the Red Dragons as red-haired monkeys. Apart from this, the Chirons and humans are not much different.

Han Lang is very respectful to the wooden tower, and he said: "I have seen the patriarch, this is not the time to talk, please ask the patriarch to bear with you for a moment, wait for you to leave, I invite you to drink."

Muta Tower knew that Han Lang had to spend money to buy himself and his own tribe, but he did not expect that Han Lang’s attitude towards himself was so good.

Zheng focused on nodding. The wooden tower said in the galaxy's lingua franca: "The destroyer is the number one soldier in our family. He believes in you, I believe in you, you are our friend of the Red Dragon!"

Han Langyi, quite surprised, said: "You will also say the Galaxy lingua franca?"

Muta Tower sighed: "Most people in the family will say. Killed by humans for thousands of years, the genre of the Milky Way, warship technology, weapon technology, are all compulsory courses in the tribe, all the races that are not good at learning. It has long been wiped out by you humans."

Han Lang did not say anything. In order to dominate the galaxy, human beings have never been good. The old Mo has once complained to Han Lang. Most of their Kui people have become skinners, and they have been forced by powerful human beings.

Han Lang asked Clark to stay in the square in the center of the prison and continue to exchange feelings with the soldiers of the Red Dragon family. He followed Horton to his office.

"Three-star slaves are thirteen, four-star slaves are two hundred and forty-five, three-star slaves, three thousand and thirty-nine, and two-star and one-star slaves add up to nearly 20,000. The rest are ordinary slaves and women, children, old people, etc., the total number is more than 150,000, so many slaves, do you really want to eat it?" Horton asked Han Lang a form.

"Really." Han Lang added: "In addition, I still need a large high-speed cargo ship and enough supplies."

Horton smiled slightly. "This is no problem. Give me two days. The slaves I put in other stores will be shipped here. At the same time, the cargo ships and supplies you want will be ready. As for the price, you will be on the market and give you After a 20% discount, the quasi-war **** is a human being after all, and he knows you, let him and the brothers leave with you. This thing we have taken it with you, never mention it again. Can you see this?"

Han Lang nodded.

Since the emergence of a large number of index systems in the dark net, the price has become more and more transparent. If you look at the slave price index of the year, you can know the current slave price, and the average price in three months or a year is How much, a 20% discount on the average price is the final transaction price.

As for the payment of Hanlang is also very simple, the dark network not only has a slave price index, but also a blueprint price index, Han wave in accordance with the current blueprint market price, paying Horton a sufficient number of blueprints, this business will be announced.

Does Horton like to trade with blueprints?

I must like it. The blueprint is a hard net. If you use Starcoin to trade, the amount involved in this business is as large as several hundred billion. Although there are many financial elites in the dark network, this account is still very troublesome. The system is also a set of open systems.

With hard currency payments like blueprints, you only need to use a small bag to install, and the goods are clear. When Horton wants to use the money, he can always realize the blueprint, so if he doesn't like Hanlang's blueprint, he will blame it.

As for Clark, how can a smart person like Horton dare to collect money? Han Lang and Clark are obviously aware. In the event that Clarke came back to think about it, you still caught me as a slave, and looking for Horton’s post, it would be a big problem.

..

Two days later, a brand new Pro-class high-speed cargo ship sailed back to Earth.

Han Lang was connected to the Star Trek in his own room by computer. When he saw Zong Wudao, the old man was as serious as the past, as if everyone owed him money.

"Teacher, I started to return, this time the deal with Horton is quite successful." Han Lang seriously thanked Zong Wudao.

"Is it still successful?" Zong Wudao snorted: "It is a big profit. I didn't expect your kid to be so lucky. Buying a slave can find Clark, and Clark has become a figure admired by the Red Dragon. The first master in the family."

"Where are you buying slaves, the whole is adding a heartfelt super army to the earth! No matter what the Red Dragons accepted Clark because of their understanding of this race, as long as they recognize Clark as a brother, they will Do not hesitate to sell his life and sell his life for the earth."

"If I remember correctly, Clark's super power is awkward!?" (To be continued.)

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