The Mysterious World Under Steampunk

Because the second item was an antique, Leo was not interested in knowing it, and directly focused on the card with the price in his hand.

Although he had estimated the value of the Ability God Cell before, he was still a little surprised after seeing the actual value on the card.

The lowest offer on the card was 70,000 gold shields, and the highest offer was 230,000 gold shields, but the payment method written on it was to pay with equivalent property.

"Is the price of 230,000 gold shields normal?" Leo looked at the highest offer in doubt and asked.

The old man replied very meticulously: "It's high! According to the normal quotation, the fifth-level Ability God cells are only about 120,000 at most, but because there have been fewer and fewer Ability God cells circulating on the market in the past ten years, and the fifth-level Ability God cells are even rarer, so the price will definitely increase."

At this time, Leo couldn't help but think of the Akenaya Church in the cage city, and at the same time, he also understood why the High Priest of Deni and the others didn't have to worry about financial problems.

"Just this offer!" Leo pulled out a offer of 170,000 gold shields from among the many cards, but the offer can be paid directly by Platinum Bank cash check, handed it to the old man, and then asked: "I need at least 500 special-made Bullet, can the black market contact the seller?"

"Yes, the black market can contact qualified sellers. As for the selection of sellers, the negotiation and transaction are handled by the customer yourself. We only provide the place." The old man explained the rules, and then added: "What happened during the negotiation between you and the seller?" The black market will not intervene in anything, the black market will only protect sellers and buyers from third parties during the transaction, as long as the transaction is successful, the black market will draw a commission."

Hearing the old man's supplementary reminder, Leo could hear the deep meaning in the words. It was nothing more than that the black market was only responsible for blocking third parties. Regardless of whether it is a normal transaction or robbing the other party, the transaction is considered to be completed, and the black market also has to draw commissions.

At this time, Leo couldn't help but think of what the little boy who led the way said before. He seemed to know what would happen. This made Leo feel that it was necessary to meet this little boy again after leaving the black market.

The old man still took out a card, wrote Leo's request on the card, and asked the waiter to take it away.

After a while, the waiter came back with a box and handed it to the old man. The old man opened the box, took out three cards from it, and handed it to Leo.

Leo took it and looked at it, and the quotations for special bullets were written on the three cards.

Because the special bullets he used were all snatched from other people in the past, and he didn’t spend any money at all, and he just knew that the special bullets were expensive, and he didn’t have a concept of how much they were expensive. Now he knows how expensive these bullets are. up.

The cheapest one requires five hundred gold flanges, and the most expensive is one thousand gold flanges.

"So expensive?" Leo was a little surprised when he saw the quotation above.

The old man saw the quotation on the card by the light next to him, and explained to Leo: "The normal quotation for special bullets of ordinary quality is 400 gold flanges, and the price of 1,000 gold flanges corresponds to special bullets with special requirements. However, the recent war between the Kingdom of England and the Empire of France has affected the prices of various weapons. The price of a special steel arrow for an ordinary steam crossbow has doubled, and it is normal for the price of special bullets to increase. "

Leo never thought that the price of special bullets would be so expensive. Just now he placed an order for 500 special bullets. Based on this price, even if it was the lowest price of 500 gold flanges, most of the 170,000 gold shields he had not warmed up would have to be given away.

Now Leo also realized how high the value of the queen is, and the output of thousands of gold flanges every two days is not a weapon at all, but a cash cow.

Similarly, Leo also thought of the special bullets he used when testing weapons before. They were not using bullets at all, but throwing money directly.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable agitation in his heart, Leo handed the card offering five hundred gold flanges to the old man, and said, "Just him! Please arrange it."

The old man took the card and asked, "Do you need our black market to be responsible for the identification?"

Leo shook his head and said, "No need, I will do it myself."

Not to mention that there must be a fee for the black market appraisal, even if it is free, Leo would not give this kind of thing that is closely related to his life and death to others for confirmation, because it would be tantamount to putting his life in the hands of others.

The old man walked out of the room with the card, and after about five minutes, he returned to the room and asked, "Would you like to go now, or continue..."

Just now, Leo saw from the black market traded goods that most of the trades should be art and antique stolen goods. The alien god cells he took out were completely different, so he had no interest in staying any longer, got up Said: "Now!"

Hearing this, the old man led Leo out of the room. After passing a place similar to a counter, the old man handed Leo's contract to the counter, and then took out two wooden boxes from the counter and handed them to Leo.

Leo opened one of them and took a look. It was full of platinum bank cash checks of five thousand gold shields each, while the other wooden box contained stacks of gold flanges and Bia.

"The normal transaction commission is one-tenth, and you are an eight-star VIP, so you only need to pay two parts of one-tenth of the commission." The old man explained in a timely manner, and said: "I have exchanged the rest Became Jinfaran and Biya, I hope I didn't violate the wishes of the guests."

Leo nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good, thank you very much!"

Afterwards, the old man turned around and led Leo to continue passing through the rooms until he came to an iron gate, then stopped and said, "Guest, your trade partner is already waiting inside, you can go in and trade at any time. During the transaction, there will only be the customer and the seller inside, and our black market will not interfere in any transaction process." He paused again and asked, "Customer, do you need to prepare a weapon for self-defense?"

"No need, I have." Leo smiled indifferently, pushed open the iron door and walked in.

This room is very simple, with only a table and two chairs. There are nine special crystal lamps above the room. Although the light is not very strong, at least you can see the things in the room clearly.

At this moment, there was already a person sitting in the room. I saw that this person was wearing a bull mask. He was tall and tall, and he was no worse than Jason. The cloak he was wearing could only cover his knees, and he was not exposed. From the trousers and boots, it can be seen that this person is not a rich man, especially the degree of wear and tear of the boots. He usually needs to stand or walk around a lot when doing things.

"Ninety-seven percent for bodyguards, forty-five percent for security..." The secondary brain system instantly analyzed the identity of this person.

Leo's eyes shifted from this person to the table. At this moment, there was a very exquisite small box on the table. Judging from the size of the box, it could hold more than 200 special-made bullets in the box. Although it is a little different from the 500 pieces that Leo ordered, it is in line with his current cash amount.

"Let's start the transaction!" The bull-headed mask saw Leo walking in, showing a little impatience, pushed the small box to the middle of the table, and said: "Here are two hundred special bullets, a total of one hundred thousand gold flanges."

"Don't worry, I need to inspect the goods first." Leo said calmly.

Then, without waiting for the other party's permission, Leo opened the box with the special bullets on the table, dumped all the bullets on the table, picked them up one by one, and checked the quality of the bullets through the sub-brain system.

The bullets that meet his requirements will be put aside, and the other unqualified bullets will be put back into the box by him, and the two hundred bullets will be cleaned up soon.

There were only fifty-nine bullets picked out by Leo, and the rest of the bullets were all unqualified, either because the bullets had thin psionic energy and might be unstable when used, or because the surface of the bullets had rusted and the shooting accuracy will fall.

Leo said: "I want these fifty-nine special bullets, and you can take the rest back!"

"Boy, are you teasing me?" The other party saw that the huge sum of one hundred thousand was suddenly reduced to a quarter, and the already very anxious mood immediately broke out. He slapped the table hard and threatened Leo.

"No, I'm helping you." The other party's intimidation was a joke to Leo, and he said calmly: "Even if you only traded these fifty-nine coins, you can still get 20,000 coins." Dokinfarlan, this amount of money is enough for you to live in other cities, and you can even live affluently when you live abroad."

"You, who are you? What do you know?" Although the other party's expression could not be seen, it was not hard to hear the other party's panic from the tone of voice.

According to the analysis of the sub-brain system, Leo said: "I just know a bodyguard who betrayed his employer and took his employer's things to the black market to trade."

"Ah!" As soon as Leo's voice fell, the other party suddenly jumped up and flew towards Leo. At the same time, he had already pulled out a dagger in his hand. It was obvious that he was not going to let Leo go.

However, in Leo's eyes, this disorderly attack was as full of loopholes as a child's fight. He just moved a step sideways, avoided the opponent's attack, and slapped the opponent's head with force.

This person wearing a bull-head mask seemed to be hit by a train. The entire head burst open directly under Leo's hands, and his body was also smashed to the side wall by the huge force from the head, smashing hard On the top, the bones of the entire body were crushed by the powerful force, the steel wall of the room was also sunken, and the corpse was completely glued to it like a painting.

As if he didn't care about crushing an ant, Leo took off the bloody cloak and wiped the blood off his hands.

When wiping the blood, he found that the Gemini glove absorbed blood after being stained with blood, which made him think that maybe the spiritual power of sacrifice still exists in the non-sacrificial knife state, but it has become recessive, and Does not activate the effect of Gift of the Old Gods.

Leo just pondered for a while because of the problem with the twin gloves, and then focused on the special bullets on the table.

He put the fifty-nine special bullets into the ammunition bag at his waist. Among the remaining bullets, he picked out those bullets with weak spiritual energy, found a box and put them in his backpack together. He was going to put these bullets into the queen's magazine to see if they could replenish spiritual energy.

After tidying up his backpack, Leo opened the door and walked out of the room, signaling to the old man waiting at the door to leave, and the old man took Leo to the counter to settle the commission for this transaction.

However, what made Leo feel disadvantaged was that this commission was calculated based on the number of special bullets Leo got on hand, no matter whether the quality of the bullets was qualified or not, they would be counted as qualified special bullets for calculation.

Just when Leo was calculating the amount of commission that needed to be paid, there were three more black market waiters wearing masks in the room where Leo had previously traded.

One of them looked at the corpse stuck to the wall, and said in a deep voice, "Is it the night watchman?"

"Probably not." Another person said: "If there are Ability God cells, the night watchmen will only use them for themselves, and will never trade them."

"That's the family." The man guessed again.

"Impossible, the family members in Miria City have been cleaned up long ago, and it is impossible for any fish to slip through the net."

"Do you want to investigate him?" asked the remaining person.

The leader of the three shook his head and said, "No! He is an eight-star VIP, and he investigates the eight-star VIP without authorization. As long as he does not break the rules of our black market, we will treat him as an ordinary guest." He paused again, and said: "And if he is investigated and found out by him, if he retaliates against our black market, with the power he shows, who in our black market can stop him?"

Hearing this, the other two couldn't help but stare at the corpse on the wall, and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

On the other side, Leo, who had already paid the commission, asked the old man directly, "Do you sell information here?"

"For sale." The old man replied.

Leo said: "I need detailed information about a house, when will you be ready."

"Which house, please?" asked the old man.

Leo reported the house the old man mentioned, and said, "No. 9, Golden Oak Street."

And after the address was reported, Leo clearly saw the frightened expression on the face of the calm old man in front of him, as if just hearing this address was already extremely terrifying.

However, the old man quickly returned to normal, and said: "The house at this address is in a special situation, and its information does not require any fees." Then, he said to the counter: "Take out a copy of the black file bag from File No. 9. "

After the old man's voice fell, there was a sound of things falling from inside the counter, as if the people inside were in a panic. After a while, he saw a black file bag being handed out from the counter, from the shaking of the file bag. Look, the people inside seem to be really scared.

After the old man took the file bag, he handed it to Leo immediately like a scourge. When he withdrew his hand, he couldn't help but wiped his clothes, and said formulaically: "Guest, if you have any new information about that house , our black market is willing to recycle at a high price."