Chapter 431: Matador

Bathed in the brilliance of the "Babylon" star, the shuttle slowly drove into the berth and walked down the connecting passage. When he saw the huge atomic clock hanging in the hall, he calculated the time difference and found that the time of the "Sky Garden" was better than that of "Anka". Lim's moment was a full 8 hours faster.
In other words, the time between now and the opening of the Galaxy Demon's concert is almost a long time. Tang Fang suddenly felt that he was a bit guilty. Maybe it was because he slept too much and he couldn't turn his head. Before coming. It would be nice to check with the hotel front desk first.
He blamed himself in his heart, Tang Yun was so excited, the anxious expression on his face was like a sweetheart standing on a train platform waiting to return from the holiday, anxiously scratching his head, his face flushed.
Now it's only early in the morning, and the concert opens at 19:00. I really don't know how she will spend the next 10 hours.
Tang Fang was a little worried. Today, Tang Yun is like a kitty jumping up and down with the smell of fishy smell. It doesn't matter whether he steals the fish or not. What if he flips over the plate and falls and hits her?
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Half an hour later, the group came to the venue of the Gala Devil Concert.
There is no doubt that this is the heart of the entire "Ankalim". The front is the spotless fountain square, and the rear is a luxurious theater. The buffer area in the middle has already been cordoned off, killing Matt boys and girls in twos and threes. Wandering around the venue like ghosts, the galaxy demon girls have already lost their souls before they show up.
Tang Fang is no longer in the mood to complain. Perhaps Tang Yun is a little far away from those people not far away, but it is undeniable that the Galaxy Demon Girl has a fatal attraction to her, which makes him very headache, very headache, and on the other hand . There was also some psychological throbbing.
The emotional entanglement with Claire and Zhou Ai, Tang Yun's willful mischief, and the existence of Aros, Grant and others... all these made him feel an inexplicable emotion, although this was not the world before. But these people around him are alive, and they cry. Also laugh, experience sadness, and yearn for joy.
"Tang Lin, Kleiya, you two stayed to accompany Tang Yun to watch the concert of the Galaxy Demon Girl, and I went with Aros, Howson and others to investigate the situation of'Zhiyuanxing'."
Staying in a hotel near Fountain Square, Tang Fang glanced at the timetable and made plans for the next itinerary.
The two naturally had no opinion, and they all nodded in response.
after that. Another executive caregiver was left. Tang Fang took Aros, Grant, Hausen, and Churchill out of the hotel and drove to the location of the "Vitano" Group branch in "Ankalim".
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The operation of inquiring about "Zhiyuanxing" related information did not encounter much difficulty, but the result was not satisfactory.
"Vitano" Group is a comprehensive trading company. In addition to commodity trading, its business involves another commercial project, namely: providing a resource platform for small companies within the Yinying Group that are difficult to gain a foothold in the "Sky Garden". To help them conduct business activities with merchants on the Star Alliance side, and "Vitano" will receive a certain amount of sales commission as a commission.
"Zhiyuanxing" Interstellar Trading Group is a small enterprise affiliated with the "Vitano" resource platform. Even if it takes such a tall name, it is actually just a gimmick used to bluff people, according to the corporate information provided by "Vitano". The registered capital of "Zhiyuanxing" in the "Tolatil" government is only 500,000 stars.
After coming out of "Vitano", Tang Fang had a very bad premonition in his heart. Then the information obtained through the "Ankalim" public communication equipment invading the space station's industrial and commercial database confirmed his conjecture--- ---"Zhiyuanxing" Interstellar Trading Group is just a leather bag company.
Emma hacked into many space-based equipment outside "Tolatil", and found that the company address in the registration information of the "Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trading group in the registration information of the "Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trading group was completely imaginary, and its corporate legal person was also one. Negro.
Trading companies such as the "Vitano" group absolutely belong to the role of control, as long as there is no violation of the rules in the transaction process, as long as the parties are satisfied, and as long as there are no surprises within a certain period of time after the transaction ends, they will not accept the stubbornness. Investigate whether the information of the affiliated companies is true and whether the qualifications are up to standard.
These are the duties of the government!
The clue is so broken...the clue is so broken!
Tang Fang's face was dark. Lightning flashes in his eyes.
"Emma, ​​can you locate the target by tracking the flow of funds?"
Goose left a voice. The wind left marks, and he did not believe that the people behind the "Zhi Reach" would wipe their buttocks as clean as they had been washed with water. Judging from the phagosome samples owned by "Zhi Reach", the organization or behind the scenes must have a very complicated background.
"Please wait, Commander, the system is filtering useful information..."
With little effort, a picture of withdrawal appeared in his mind. A young man wearing a sweater and tightly wrapping his hat around his head was taking out a large amount of cash from a bank's cash machine and then loading it into a large black Leather pocket, turned around and entered a car, slowly disappearing from view.
Tang Fang paid attention to the recording time, 3:20 in the morning.
"Commander, by looking up the bank records, he did not find any funds flowing in the company account of the "Zhiyuanxing" Interstellar Trading Group. Instead, they were taken out in batches."
"Who is this person?"
Emma didn’t reply. After 1 second, her mind flashed again. A photo appeared in front of her. The man who had just withdrawn the money was standing in front of the camera with his name ID card. Judging from the criminal record on the right, he was squatting in the classroom. .
Raleigh Rodney, 27 years old, has a history of crimes such as theft, drug abuse, and gang fights.
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An hour later, several people from Tang Fang appeared in the most famous entertainment area of ​​the "Ankalim" space station.
The Silver Eagle Corps was born out of the Jupiter Expeditionary Army. It has a sturdy folk style and martial arts. As a commercial space station for the Silver Eagle Corps to attract foreign tourists, the leisure and entertainment services provided are very different from those of the Star Alliance.
Women are not the best sellers of "Ankalim". Here, violence and bravery are the eternal themes. Boxing ring, arena, bullring, racetrack, hunting ground, wrestling ring, rugby field, etc. are dotted around here. Distributed in the entertainment area, here is the place where the men sweat and blood. It is the place where the rich people are holding banknotes and shouting and cursing. It is a place full of wild style and sensory excitement.
After walking along the central street for a while, a group of people stopped outside an Islamic building.
The bright red exterior wall encloses the entire building into a circle. Above the middle arch is a huge built-in display screen, with messages and pictures scrolling. To remind people not to miss the exciting events, there is a plaque with a string of very simple characters: "Silek Bullring".
There was noisy human language, shouting, cheering, but more boos and whistles one after another.
Grant went to the nearby management office to place a good bet, and several people filed into the bullring from the front door.
"Sielek Bullring" is not engaged in business activities in the form of selling tickets, but is profitable by gambling together. This is inseparable from the national culture and social atmosphere of the Yinying Group.
Different from the spiritual civilization advocated by the Star Alliance, in Yinying's civil society, as a man, you can not prostitute, but you have to gamble, you can not be greedy, but you must be able to drink, you can not go to the battlefield, but you must learn to shoot. Because you are a man. Because of these will inspire the wildness in a man's bones.
In the eyes of the Star Alliance people, the Phoenix people are not a phoenix like their country name, they are at best a group of brutal wild wolves. But the men of the Yinying Group are definitely a group of fiery eagles flying above the blue sky and white clouds.
The so-called "going in the countryside", the Tang Fang had only two ways to enter the "Silek Bullring". First, be a tourist and enter the arena after betting; second, be a bullfighter and the fiercest bison Fight.
For the dangerous and exciting sport of bullfighting, Howson and Churchill were quite a bit interested in the reckless couple, but Lord Captain was not in the mood to watch them get involved with the running bull. In terms of personal pursuit, he felt that he was quite elegant. Like most of the literati pokers born in China's 5000-year civilization, he loves to enjoy flowers and wine. Even if he doesn't know Hua, Hua doesn't know him, he loves to chant poems and make fus, although it's just some nonsense limericks, he loves beautiful women and Jiangshan, even though the two boat flowers on the Morningstar have not yet settled.
High-profile sports like bullfighting and horse racing are really at odds with him, and reincarnation will not necessarily be related to a matador.
The most important thing is that this visit to the "Sielek" bullring is not a tourist, he still has business to do!
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Several people entered the bullring from the main entrance. On the enclosed steel sky is a light curtain made up of countless crystals, and the soft light illuminates the entire field.
Similar to the bullrings that have appeared in human history in the past, the center is the stage where the matadors and the bulls are fighting, and the outside is the auditorium. There are thousands of men with excessive male hormone secretion, and a small amount to escape the stress of life and work. And the woman looking for excitement.
The bullring was full of voices and emotions. Some people stood up from the seats, shouted vigorously, and then threw the crumpled betting slip in their hands angrily, and even threw them in front of the smiling faces. On the Internet, this inevitably caused a riot. If someone drank alcohol, it might evolve into another form of after-show.
Women of different skin colors raised their hands, shook their bodies desperately, lifted their chests and abdomen, and tried to make their ru room more tall and straight, and then called out the name of the matador, conveying love and squandering the surplus in the body. Energy.
Some people leave the table quietly, while others are silent, like reefs in the waves and seabirds in the rainstorm.
There was a bull in the middle of the bullring. The thick blood had wetted the black hair, and then dripped onto the soft sand, soaked into the soil, and soaked in mottle.
A bullfighter put a blood-red cloak on the bull's body, collected his sword, turned around, and gladly accepted the cheers and flowers from the audience.
The air was full of sweat and a faint smell of blood.
Ignoring the complicated environment on both sides of the aisle, Tang Fang went straight down the stairs and came to the circle of seats closest to the bullring. Then, amidst the jealous and puzzled gazes of many people, Tang Fang reached out and grabbed one of them and chewed. Chewing gum, the man who was swearing and greeting the matador family.
No one reminded, and no one stepped forward to obstruct it because they didn't dare.
Aros held the butterfly knife against the neck of a Middle Eastern man with a thick beard. As long as he moved half an inch forward, the sword would cut his carotid artery. Howson brought down a lean man, his army boots steadily resting on the man's chest, as heavy as a kilogram.
"Friend. Sit down and talk?"
An audience member got up and left, and Tang Fang sat down naturally. Said with a smile.
His smile was natural, non-threatening, and not cordial, just like a polite greeting when strangers met.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether he laughs or not. Although Raleigh Rodney is just a small bastard, he has a very sharp vision and a decent overall view. From the moment he saw Tang Fang, he clearly realized that. Things. Can't leave today.
The young man in front of him is even smaller than him. He looks ordinary and has nothing to impress. At first glance, he is like a pebble on a tidal flat. Like the surrounding rocks, it has smooth edges. , Frosted lines, faint marks, but a closer look is somewhat different, but the specifics are different. But it can't be described in words. It is a feeling, but Raleigh Rodney calls it smell. The smell of danger.
So, he stopped cursing, slowly slowed down the frequency of chewing gum in his mouth, sat down very cooperatively, and then asked: "Let me do anything, just don't kill me."
"I never thought about killing, at least I never thought about killing you..."
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The bullfighter took the ears and tails handed by the staff, stepped on the cheers, and picked up the flowers left by a girl. Leaving at the pace of a very gentleman.
The bull's carcass was carried away, leaving only a brown patch on the ground where countless bunkers were dug out.
After a brief silence. The emcee presiding over the event walked into the bullring again and said something to the audience. Then, the entire circular grandstand boiled, of course, this did not include Tang Fang, nor did it include Raleigh Rodney.
Tang Fang didn't care what event was next, which handsome bullfighter came on stage, and the content of the passionate speech of the emcee.
He got up and walked towards the aisle. The front was very clean. Aros' butterfly knife had been retracted into the middle of his army boots, and the drunk at Howson's feet had escaped without a trace.
Raleigh Rodney followed him closely. Although his face changed from time to time, he refused to slow down for half a beat, as if the road in front of him was a road of return, but when he looked back, it would change. Make a stone statue of Yongzhen hell.
As a social idler with no knowledge, no technology, and no capital, the only thing Raleigh Rodney can know is his keen sense of danger. This is his talent and the capital on which he depends.
He walked in a hurry, so that he did not notice that Tang Fang suddenly stopped and looked towards the bullring. If it hadn't been for a man with a fair complexion and a quiet air to hold him temporarily, he would have hit the young man surnamed Tang. Back.
Whether the other person cares or not, this is not a good thing.
So, he glanced at the white man gratefully, and then received a smile.
He asked himself, maybe... what the young man surnamed Tang said would not embarrass him, he was true and reliable.
Feeling peaceful, he followed Tang Fang's gaze and looked towards the bullring.
The matador walked slowly out of the entrance passage, a tall figure, a black man, wearing a bullfighting suit that didn't fit well.
This person is very strange, not a professional bullfighter in the "Claisie" bullfighting place, but from the manner and expression of a little stage fright, he looks like a newbie.
Raleigh Rodney is weird, is it a newcomer in the bullring? I'm a little older. Is that a veteran dug from another bullring? But why didn't you hear the wind beforehand? He is a frequent visitor to the "Sielek" bullring. Anything going wrong should be known right away. Moreover, the bullring must rely on newcomers to absorb gambling capital for profit.
Raleigh didn't know that the emcee had just introduced the origins of the black people, when he was talking to Tang Fang.
Unlike his ignorance and ignorance, Tang Fang was stunned for a long time, because the black man was not someone else. He actually had a fate in the lobby of the "Rover Technology Consortium" in the "Babylon" branch. Rutherford.
This guy was still a cleanliness businessman before yesterday~EbookFREE.me~ How did he become a bullfighter in the "Sielek" bullring today?
Tang Fang was a little puzzled. Of course, this matter had nothing to do with him. Whether Rutherford was out of interest or career, he didn't think deeply about it. He paused for a while and continued to move forward, but when he walked into the aisle, he was preparing When he left, the sound from the bullpen made him pause again and turned his head to look into the court.
One head, two heads, three heads... a large group of angry bulls rushed out of the shadows, their hooves stepped on the sandy ground and splashed a puff of sand. The roar came from a distance, and invisible seismic waves fermented under their feet.
The bull's horns are curved and pointed, like a scimitar ------ a scimitar running wild, it can also be said that it has long eyes.
Rutherford has no red cloak, no sword, he only has two legs, so he can only run.
Tang Fang was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Rutherford who was rushing in the bullfighting ring, and then looked at the chronograph on the huge display. He couldn't help rolling his eyes, Rutherford's. The compulsion is too high, so high that the human world can no longer tolerate him, and can only dance with the cow.
Unfortunately, they are not cows, but a group of angry bulls. (To be continued)