The Death Knell

Like all large cities that are bright and bright on the surface, Xandar, a completely urban planet, naturally has its own dark side.

Perhaps the first time visitors here would never have imagined that Sandar, known as the Pearl of the Universe and the most civilized city, still has a black market unknown to outsiders, and the scale is very large. There are even many uniformed officials openly present in it. Coming and going.

Strictly speaking, according to the laws of Xandar, it is illegal to engage in smuggling or sell looted goods. Not only are they not allowed to be sold on the market, but the participants will even be arrested and thrown into prison to serve their sentences.

But rules were devised by people, and naturally later people came up with solutions, so the high-tech black market with Xandar characteristics came into being.

This is not a market in the conventional sense, it looks more like a futures trading market, located inside a majestic building.

There is no sign on this building, and there is no need to check your identity when entering. You only need to hand in your weapon to the security guard.

Peter and Gamora took out a variety of weapons from their bodies, while Deathstroke and Elsa easily passed the security check because they had ancient silk bags. Carol even relied on a pair of fists to survive. Weapons.

Walking into the hall, passing through several reinforced security doors, you arrived at the bustling hall.

There are people here who are obviously space predators, and there are also people in gorgeous clothes. All kinds of weird aliens are shouting something in their own mother tongue to the cosmic translator.

The first floor is the lobby, while the second and third floors are various separated suites, which look like large rooms.

"This is Xandar's black market." Star-Lord blinked at Su Ming, and while using his shoulders and elbows to clear the way through the crowd, he explained: "Because selling or handling dirty goods is illegal in Xandar, so there is no need to The way transactions are handled emerges.”

After squeezing through the crowd, Su Ming walked up the stairs and listened to Star-Lord's explanation, understanding how the whole thing worked.

Let's take Star-Lord as an example. Suppose the Guardians of the Galaxy stole a box of treasures from an alien place and smuggled it into Xandar, then they would have acquired the status of 'cargo owner', and the spaceship was private property. Dahl does not search the interior of the spacecraft or conduct law enforcement.

So they don't need to move the goods off the spacecraft, they only need to contact professional appraisal and notary personnel to get on the ship for inspection.

What kind of goods are there, what is the quantity, and what is the quality?

After reading all this, those people issued an electronic receipt without any physical evidence, and temporarily acted as a third-party agency to take care of the goods on the spacecraft to ensure that they remained intact.

The testing agency didn't 'know' these were dirt, so they acted reasonably and legally.

Then Star-Lord can take this electronic receipt and come here to find a buyer.

It's almost like a regular transaction, except that what the buyer buys is often very strange. Sometimes it's a hair, a drop of blood, a rag or something like that, plus the electronic receipt as a bonus.

There is no rule against selling blood in Xandar. No matter how high the price is, as long as both parties agree, the transaction is protected by law. As for what the seller gives as gifts, that is beyond the control of the law.

After the transaction is established and the money and goods are settled, Star-Lord no longer needs to be involved in the whole thing. You can just go out and spend the credits as you like.

After the third-party agency receives the information about the change of cargo owner, it will find a fourth-party agency to move the goods to another spacecraft, invoice the goods through the warehouse, and finally deliver the 'clean' goods to the buyer. inside.

The fourth party is a pure logistics and warehousing link. It has no idea that these goods are dirty goods, so as long as it follows the rules, there will be no problem.

These links are all legal, because the buyer just spent money to buy a piece of garbage and then received some goods as a gift. It is not illegal at all. However, every link in the intermediate channel is an uninformed person, so it handles ordinary goods and operates normally. It's not illegal either.

This is how the Xandar black market works and feeds a lot of people.

Of course, because there are so many links involved, buying and selling here will be peeled off several layers by middlemen, and predators don't like to come. But sometimes for large transactions, you have to go here.

The Shandar government has tacitly acknowledged this. As long as the people who open shops in this building pay taxes normally, they can talk about anything. Many of the officials wandering around in the 'futures hall' in front of them are from the government procurement department. Who do they work for? It’s knowing.

It doesn't matter if you know it, just don't say it.

Otherwise, they would slander officials, and police mechas, drones, and even super soldiers from the Nova Corps would descend from the sky and throw the prisoner directly into the cell or kill him on the spot.

"It's very troublesome. Maybe I should give Contracia permission to do large transactions."

Su Ming evaluated the trading model here and concluded that everyone was pretending to be confused.

Star-Lord shook his head and looked at the signs hanging on the office doors: "It's difficult. The total population of Xandar is nearly 100 billion. This is a planet city. Even the oceans have been filled up and built into skyscrapers. This is not considered mobile. Population, although New London is prosperous, its population base is too small, even if you add the Earth."

To put it casually, Deathstroke holds several universes in his hands. Now he only needs to farm. Commercial trade has often become a means of diplomacy rather than a source of profit.

"Here we are, this is the 'manager.'" Peter didn't say much, but pointed to a single room that looked very luxurious from the door and said, "I bet Yondu is in there right now."

"Why are you so sure?" Carol was a little curious. She didn't realize that this was some kind of dragon's pond and tiger's den. On the contrary, it was just a noisy office building.

Star-Lord smiled slightly.

"Because it's always difficult for him to get away." As he said, he knocked on the door and put his face under the camera at the door: "Ms. Tenderness, it's me, Star-Lord, is my old captain here with you?"

As the sound of electronic unlocking sounded, the alloy door popped open. This was a suite, and there were some uniformed people working in the hall, dialing the communicator continuously, and communicating quickly with the customers opposite.

In the deepest compartment where the director's sign was hung, everyone also saw Yondu's blue bitter face.

Su Ming finally understood why Star-Lord said it would be difficult for him to escape. It would be difficult for anyone to leave if a fat snake girl weighing more than 500 kilograms and having four pairs of arms was entangled and kept drinking.

Yondu has good abilities, but the race from the Centaur galaxy has never been known for its strength.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ming and Xing-Lord exchanged glances, both of them holding back laughter.

The girls also exchanged glances and rolled their eyes in unison. Men just like to judge people by their appearance. The snake girl is a little fatter, but can't fat people pursue love?

Although the snake girl's waist is thicker than the keel of an airship, and her arms are as big as the main guns of a frigate, but...she is very gentle when she pesters the person she likes, and feeds him wine! Look at the little eyes set deep in the fleshy face, and look at the orchid fingers as thick as a wine glass.

"Click!"

At this moment, the sound of broken bones came from the open-door office, followed by Yondu's wailing:

"You bastard, come and save me! My waist is broken again!"

Su Ming smiled and asked Peter next to him: "Why did he say the word 'again'?"

Star-Lord showed a sad smile, his face looking like a funny emoticon: "Specific old injuries always relapse at specific times, don't they?"