The Death Knell

"Hey, have you watched it? Don't take it too seriously."

The thing only fell into Su Ming's hands for three seconds. He thought about it for a while, and Aphra, who was twisting around on the sofa, began to urge her, looking stingy.

"I bought it." Deathstroke looked at her funny, took out a few credit cards and pushed them over: "However, I also want to negotiate a condition with you."

For some reason, when Aphra, who was happily collecting money, heard these words, a chill suddenly appeared in her heart, and she couldn't help but shudder.

Maybe it's because I'm hungry?

"What conditions?"

After getting the yellow credit card with the barcode, the female doctor became so anxious that she kept shaking her legs while sitting still.

"Take me and my girlfriend to go archeology together. Every time we find a mask like this, I will pay double the price." Su Ming touched Harley's chin next to her. She was already in the vase. As the mistress, she silently observed and said nothing, and even her smile faded a lot.

Upon hearing the man's request, Aphra rolled her eyes: "I want to discuss it with the guys."

"Please, but when discussing, think about the usefulness of credit points and what you can do when you have money." Deathstroke stretched out a palm with his palm upward, indicating that they could discuss casually.

Su Ming didn't need to think about it to know that Aphra asked his teammates to split up and do some traditional tricks in the antique industry.

If a mask is purchased at double the price, it will cost sixty credits, ten will be six hundred, one hundred will be six thousand...

As an archaeologist with almost no integrity, this profit is enough for her to take risks and play tricks.

But Su Ming wants to let her do this, and secretly videotape the whole process of being deceived, and then expose her to get the handle, and then use her handle as a blackmail, and at the same time lure her for profit, so there is no need to worry about her not cooperating in the future. Officially planned.

This is called taking advantage of the situation.

"Hiccup hiccup!"

"Uh-huh!"

Aphra is also a clever little girl. In order to cause trouble, she even spoke the Wookiee language when discussing with her teammates, just like a gorilla.

Soon, the four of them had a good discussion, and she smiled as brightly as a flower. She stood up, patted her butt and said, "Then do what you said. I'll find a mask for you, which is sixty credits. But let's do it first. Let’s go have a meal, I’m a little hungry. Is this your first time coming to Fulanluo? I can introduce you to some of the delicious food here.”

As she said that, she and the 'Black Bigfoot' prepared to take Su Ming and the others to dinner, while the robot duo prepared to sneak away.

"Huh? Aren't they going together?"

The employer deliberately pointed at the two machines trying to sneak in broad daylight, leaving them frozen in place.

"Ah, they don't want to eat, yes, they have to go to the workshop to add some lubricants and replace some parts." Aphra moved a few steps, blocking Deathstroke's sight with her toes, and hid her little hands behind her back and swung desperately: "The thing about robots is comparison. Please, we don’t need to worry about them, by the way, big boss, what’s your name?”

"Slade Wilson, or you can call me Deathstroke."

Su Ming smiled slightly, as if he had been deceived, and no longer paid attention to the two black robots.

"Oh, what a good name." Aphra pulled up her scarf to cover her face, pushed the door open and walked to the street. She looked around like a thief before choosing a direction, and then asked casually: "Where is Fulanluo?" The Outer Rim is considered a remote planet, how did a young and handsome man like you get here? I mean, although you are tall and strong and wearing very high-end armor, you don't look like a warrior."

Isn't that right? People on the street are carrying rifles and other energy weapons, as well as various props in large and small bags, but this man and woman are almost empty-handed. Only the mistress is holding a small pistol, but it is more like a toy. .

Is there any warrior without weapons? So Aphra thinks that Deathstroke is a rich second-generation fool, and she feels that she has an obligation to teach him what it means to have a sinister heart.

Deathstroke knew it in his heart. After all, he also performed the rich second-generation temperament. In this aspect, he only needed to imitate Tony.

Aphra asked this just to get the bottom of things. She was quite cautious and wanted to make sure that she could run away after lying to others.

"Yes, the environment here is a bit harsh, but my girlfriend and I like to have exciting activities. How do we get here through the dangerous star area? Because I have super powers, and that ability is called super rich."

Su Ming, who looked like a nouveau riche, smiled and kissed Harley. She also let out a coquettish laugh, patted the man's chest gently, and pretended to be full of tea-flavored desire to refuse the greeting.

The archaeologist who was about to deceive others was convinced, and a war-god-like crooked smile appeared under the red scarf.

............................

The four of them walked to the tavern where they could eat, talking and laughing, but Aphra was the one talking most of the time, and she always talked a lot.

And just far behind a few people, in the shadow of an alley, a Lodaman's helmet slowly retracted. He pressed the communicator on his wrist and spoke in a metallic voice. said:

"Your Majesty, Miss Aphra seems to have made a new friend, and it's a rich friend."

The person on the other side of the intercom didn't speak for a while, and there was only the sound of heavy breathing, huff, huff, huff, like a leaky bellows running.

Just when Boba Fett thought that the dark Sith Lord had not heard his words, and was about to adjust the signal transmitter and speak again, the man spoke, and as soon as he spoke, he seemed to have a death-like expression. chill.

"It seems that she rejected her father." The hoarse voice of the Black Warrior came, like an emotionless machine: "Does your old partner still have contact with you?"

"Although we mercenaries all work for money, we can't be partners...but I know Hekelsantan, and I know how to spread the news to his ears."

The legendary mercenary replied calmly. He poked his head out of the alley again and looked at the back of the black Wookiee who was gradually walking away.

In fact, his life is not complete. As one of the clones of Jango Fett, he is even a little confused about whether Hekelsantan is the friend of the original body or his own friend.

However, he is the only special version of the clone that has not been biochemically modified, and the only free man who has not joined the Galactic Empire.

Boba knew who Darth Vader was. He was created to participate in the battle called "Attack of the Clones". Anakin at that time was obviously much gentler than he is now.

But in the past, Skywalker was a poor man, and all the money belonged to Padmé; but now Darth Vader, who leads the Empire's ace army, Unit 501, has plenty of money.

For mercenaries, as long as they have money, having an employer they know is just the icing on the cake.

"Very well, don't let me down."

Darth Vader cut off the communication gloomily. The Emperor had become suspicious of him, and some things had to be accelerated.