Such awesome words came out of nowhere, just like a couple having sex when a third party suddenly penetrates them. Therefore, it should have caused thousands of waves with one stone. But it is very strange that no one else seems to have heard this person.

Instead of talking, he quoted the price on his own.

"Seventeen virgins from Aphrodite, each with three vaginas!"

"From the h3 crosswalk to the h4 crosswalk, there are 70,000 people and 120 shops there! There are also three bars and six casinos."

"An Arctic-class cargo spacecraft that only flew 2.8 light-years. It has a ten-wishbone ** suspension, an eight-link + air suspension, and three additional mounting interfaces. It is also equipped with ten

Two plasma launchers!"

"The cashier's check of 800 million imperial coins, marked with platinum, can be redeemed at any bank!"

"……."

For a moment, the originally orderly auction house seemed very chaotic. Fang Sheyan asked old Charlie with interest:

"Who was the guy who spoke first?"

It stands to reason that most people who dare to say such things in this place are very confident and dare to say so. For example, if Meng Ge makes a statement, the boss here dares to do it without making a fuss? But the strange thing is that this person

After calling him out, not only did the auctioneer not take him seriously, but even the bidders took him as nothing.

It stands to reason that if you say something like this in this situation and don't have the symmetrical strength, you deserve to be dragged out, stripped naked, beaten, and have your fingers chopped off! This guy is just being ignored, which is also a very strange behavior.

The person who spoke was hidden in the box. Only his tall and thin figure could be vaguely seen. Old Charlie said respectfully to Fang Senyan:

"This person has a special identity. The reason why the black market can continue here is not relying on the power of Lieutenant General Meng Ge. It is said that it is the power behind the scenes of an imperial general. When Meng Ge was still a major general, the general was

A black market has been opened here. And this Grand is the permanent representative of the imperial admiral's forces here. He is mainly responsible for supervising the transactions in the black market and avoiding the loss of due commissions. Of course, the admiral's similar business is estimated to be good.

There are dozens of companies, and he is just one of the spokespersons."

"The relationship between Grand and the owner of the black market is very tense - if it were not tense, then the two of them would easily be suspected by the superiors and collude to embezzle each other and make false accounts. Because of this, he often deliberately

Do some weird things to cause trouble, and even the regular customers won't be surprised."

After everyone made their bids, the person hosting the auction laughed and said:

"It seems that you have not yet realized the true value of the goods we are auctioning."

He waved his hand, and two men wearing cargo micro-mechas strode over beside him. They picked up the micro-soldier mecha one on the left and one on the right. They first used weapons to bombard it to verify its sturdiness.

Then a button was pressed.

Suddenly! There was originally something similar to a backpack behind this miniature individual mecha. This "backpack" quickly folded and deformed, covering the body of the miniature individual mecha. It was originally about two and thirty meters tall.

, at this time, after the transformation, it actually entered the attack mode and turned into a large exoskeleton mecha of about three meters! Even if no one is controlling it, the killing intent is ready to come out.

What’s even more astonishing is that there are two unscratched areas on it. The pattern of a clenched fist has been spray-painted on it!

That is what the empire calls the rebels: the symbol of the Interstellar Alliance! And this kind of individual tactical equipment has never appeared on the battlefield. In other words, this thing is a powerful hidden weapon of the enemy of the Interstellar Alliance, and it actually appeared.

In the auction house in the heart of the empire.

The person in charge of the auction looked around proudly, and then announced his psychological rank:

"This is a new type of weapon recently developed by the Alliance. Because the cost is currently too high, it is not mass-produced. It is only equipped with individual special elite troops. However, two warriors in this troop repented, abandoned the dark and turned to the bright, looking back at our great empire.

Since they have no intention of becoming warriors anymore, they entrusted us to sell this powerful weapon. To be honest, this thing is probably unique in the empire, so it is less than 8 billion federal coins.

Don’t put out the quotation.”

Although the price has been raised at least ten times, after the function of this guy was demonstrated, the people who quoted the price became even more flocked. It can be seen that Fang Sheyan's previous inference that "the poorer the place, the easier it is for rich people to be born" is not true at all.

.

Later, when the competition reached a fever pitch, all the curtains of the box were lifted, and a large group of people showed their faces as if they were afraid that others would not recognize them, and quarreled crazily to give someone some face...

Later, some people who lacked financial resources or were not so determined to buy still stopped and withdrew from the battle. There are mainly three remaining companies, all of which are black-and-white characters in Alpine Base No. 7. Currently, the highest

The asking price is already two high resource stars.

This obviously far exceeds the value of a new mecha.

However, the person bidding the price knew through insider information that the Empire's Big Ben Research Institute was eager to obtain the key technology of this hybrid assault test mecha called "Prometheus"! If he wanted to be promoted to a knighthood, he would have

It was extremely difficult, but if he could establish a relationship with the Big Ben researcher, it would not be a problem at all, so he was determined to win.

The price was already rising like a tug-of-war, and the auctioneer's countdown was getting further and further away. I saw that several times when the hammer was about to fall, others raised the price.

However, at this moment, an old man who looked a little old and seemed to be hiding behind his clothes and hat stood up and walked towards the auction table.

Everyone did not expect that there would be a dark horse coming out of the blue. They immediately looked at it carefully, and many regular customers immediately started laughing and insulting them:

"Isn't this our great Marquis Charlie? It's a pity that he is the former Marquis. I heard that you didn't become an android out of fear of death. What? Don't you have to lick your asshole today?"

"Get out of here quickly and don't waste our time, otherwise I won't let the servants at home take care of your vegetable stall."

"The Marquis has come forward, and I'm trembling with excitement all over. I'm looking forward to the surprise he gives me!"

"Your granddaughter is doing well in the brothel and has become a third-class prostitute. Since you dare to pollute my eyes here, then I don't mind letting the servants at home patronize her business."

"You poor bitch, come and lick my boots a hundred times, and then I'll reward you with a dollar and get out of here!"

“………….”

Looking at the figure of old Charlie walking silently, Sheyan was surprised at this moment. This old guy turned out to be a nobleman, and he was once a high-ranking nobleman of the empire! This was something he never expected.

Old Charlie walked up to the auctioneer who seemed to be planning to call the guard at any time, and took out a tattered and dirty cloth bag with a few patches on it--well, that should be a worn out bag.

The smelly socks------- were thrown directly to the auctioneer, and then said indifferently:

"The master said to pack the mecha and put it in a suitcase. The suitcase must be blue, which is his lucky color."

When the auctioneer faced the dirty bag that was thrown at him, he immediately showed off his strong skills. With a big belly, he shrank back with an agility that was not commensurate with his weight, as if what was flying towards him was a grenade or vomiting.

A mouthful of phlegm......

Just when he was about to curse loudly, he asked the watchful guard next to him to unscrew the troublesome old Charlie's head and stuff it into the toilet behind him. Suddenly his eyes glanced at the ground, and his whole body froze immediately.

“This……..this………….”

It turned out that the mouth of the bag that old Charlie took out was originally loose. Because no one took it, when it landed on the ground, a few of the contents naturally scattered out, and rolled down two or three times.

grains on the ground.

The sound was like the sound of two pieces of metal knocking against each other. It was light and crisp, and had a penetrating trembling charm. What was even weirder was that the auction house was brightly lit, but after these two or three objects appeared, the surroundings

Everything was covered with a layer of beauty, a soft gray light, and even the whole room seemed to have a faint layer of mist, with an unreal splendor!

Those who were mocking and insulting old Charlie were silenced as if their throats had been cut, and their faces were even more burning. It felt like they were being slapped hard by old Charlie who was standing indifferently.

Beat him up!!

There was a gang leader who said curiously:

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong with you guys? Aren't they just a few broken gems?"

At this time, the auctioneer had already said in a trembling voice:

"This...is this high-concentration metal particles of acetic elements?? I'm so sorry, so sorry! Mr. Charlie, Mr. Charlie, please forgive me, I have never seen the real thing. Please wait, I have to find an expert to evaluate it.

one time."

While the auctioneer was talking incoherently, he squatted down and picked up the bag that he had looked down upon like a scourge just a few seconds ago.

When he went to pick it up, because his hands were shaking violently, he picked it up several times without success. In the end, because he was too fat and tired from squatting, he simply knelt down on the ground and picked up the pieces one by one with his fingers.

He was standing there, sweating profusely on his face and forehead.

As soon as he heard the words "high concentration of sulfur element metal particles", the gang leader immediately shut his mouth, his face turned livid at first, then pale, and he quickly and quietly slipped out. Anyone who can easily take out this thing

Man, even if old Charlie is just his dog, then the dog's fart is enough to knock him into a fight. If he doesn't run away now, how long will it take?

Everything at the auction was originally under the attention of the mastermind behind the scenes, so as soon as the auctioneer put the scattered metal particles of the element back into the bag made of the smelly sock, an expert came out immediately.
Chapter completed!