Chapter 687: The Black Market of Dry Steel City

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Leo frowned when he saw the two pieces of news. Obviously, monsters appeared all over the world, which made the government army and the rebel army feel more pressure, so that they both focused their attention on the dark world. Body.
It’s just that these two recruitment messages are very attractive for bounty hunters who have no extraordinary power, but for those with extraordinary power, they are not attractive at all, and they will even feel it. This is an insult.
Everyone who inspires extraordinary power will have an inexplicable, superior mindset, even the best mindset can not avoid this mindset.
Under the influence of this mentality, even if they accept the recruitment of a certain kingdom, then it must be the corresponding position and status corresponding to its strength, just like Sylvia.
Very few people will join certain government departments because of other emotional influences.
Leo will naturally not be interested in these recruitments, but he can feel from the recruitment information that the government army and the uprising army seem to have begun to work hard to deal with those out of control family members, otherwise, they will use this method To recruit bounty hunters in the dark world.
Leo asked again: "What about the night watchmen? What about the wizards? What about the church people? Isn't there anyone here who can deal with the out-of-control families in the city?"
The bounty hunter said with respect: "Why not? They are all on the street now. If they weren't, the city might have fallen."
At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, which came from the stairs, followed Leo and saw three extraordinary persons with energy fluctuations on their bodies hurried up from the downstairs, and one of them was sullied and blood was running down. His body ran down, a blood stain was drawn on the ground, his arms were carried by two companions, and it looked very bad.
"Robert, you fat man, come out soon, something is wrong!" one of the women shouted loudly.
The other person took the unconscious companion over, carefully placed it on the sofa, and then placed his hands tightly on the wound of his companion's chest regardless of the wound on his body.
"God, the Scott trio, they also have an accident!" Seeing the three people who came in, the bounty hunters were all stunned, and their faces became very ugly. Obviously the situation of these three people now makes They were hit hard.
With the roar of a woman, a fat man rushed down from the third floor at a rapid rate. After looking at this floor of the building, after seeing the trio in trouble, his face was extremely gloomy, and he didn’t wait for anyone to urge it. Quickly rushed down in front of the most injured man, unravelling the broken clothing that covered the wound, and looked at the wound.
I saw that the wound was just in the chest, completely sunken, all the bones were broken, and the heart and lungs should have been injured. If it is an ordinary person, this injury may have already died. Now the person is still alive, completely because of this The human body is extremely strong, and the self-healing ability is also very strong.
But even if his body is stronger, in the face of this injury, he is probably more formidable.
After seeing such a serious injury, the fat man took a breath and looked very ugly. He quickly poured some medicine powder from the box around his waist on the wound, but these medicine powder just came into contact with the blood of the wound and gave a burst of nourishment. The squeal followed by some green smoke, and the man was still trembling with pain even in a coma.
Seeing the reaction of the powder, the fat man's face was ugly and extreme, and scolded: "Damn, don't I tell you not to hunt down the old scorpion? You can't deal with him, why do you just keep on thinking? Can I do whatever I want?"
The woman with the slightest injury said extremely wronged: "We did not actively hunt down the old scorpion. When we were chasing another cannibal clan, we were taken into a trap. The old scorpion besieged us with three or four clan. Scott threw out all the registered items before he escaped the siege, but when he fled, he was swept down by the old scorpion's tail to save me."
"What? Has the old scorpion started to control the other out-of-control people?" The fat man was so gloomy that he was about to drip, because the news heard from the woman's mouth was not a good thing for him, or even the whole city.
However, the injured person's groaning pain brought his thoughts back to reality. He hurriedly removed some medicines from the medicine box and made them into a paste. Then he quickly and skillfully cleaned the wound, adjusted the broken bone, and then The paste-like drug applied to the wounds of the heart, lungs and chest.
These drugs seem to be working quickly. Although the injured person's face is still extremely poor, the painful expression has disappeared, and it seems that it is developing in a good direction.
However, this fat man's look still did not have any lightness. While binding the wound with gauze, he said: "I have done everything I can do. Now it depends on whether Scott can support it with his own body."
Hearing the fat man say this, the relaxed expression of the people around him was tense again, because in their memory, the person in front of the fat man who said this was hard to escape.
The two companions of the injured were unable to hide their grief, and tears could not stop flowing out.
"Do I remember that the black market has the wizard potion that can heal wounds quickly?" Suddenly someone in the bounty hunter said quickly.
"Yes! There is also the wizard's potion." The others immediately echoed, and the two extraordinary people also showed hope.
It is a pity that the fat man can only give disappointment. He sighed and said, "The last bottle of the potion was already used by Koskin a few days ago. Don't forget that his injury was not at all. No lighter than Scott, if he didn’t use the wizard’s healing potions, he’s now a corpse."
Everyone was silent when they heard the fat man. None of them thought that Koskin should not be used, because they all believed that what Koskin did was definitely a hero, and it was worthwhile to save him by any means.
"I have a bottle of wizard potion here, and I should be able to save him!" Leo spoke at the edge of these people at this time, and took out a bottle of wizard potion and passed it to the fat man.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Leo at this time. They were beyond joy and had some doubts because they knew how precious the wizard potions are now. A stranger would even take out wizard potions to treat another stranger. This kind of thing seems really incredible to them.
When the fat man Robert, who should be the person in charge of the black market, looked at Leo's appearance, his face immediately showed a happy look, and he seemed to recognize Leo's identity, and did not say anything. He quickly took the potion and watched it. , Quickly dismantle the gauze, introduce half of the medicine into the wounded chest wound, and feed the other half of the medicine to the injured.
As the medicament comes into play, not only the pain on the face of the injured person is reduced, but also the blood on his face, it is easy to see that his injury is developing in a good way.
Everyone was relieved and thanked Leo.
"Leo cut, thank you for your help!" Fatty Robert also stood up, saluted Leo, and said very grateful: "If it is not your medicine, I am afraid that my buddy has gone. "
"Do you know me?" Leo asked.
"Of course, your identity has reached the black market here a few months ago, and we also know that you came to Minsk." Fatty Robert nodded, but soon felt that his words might cause Misunderstanding, and immediately explained: "The reason why we pay attention to your whereabouts is not what we want to do to you, but we don't want the black market here because of some inexplicable reasons and unpleasant things that affect you, affecting us. Partnership."
"I can understand." Leo nodded and said, "Are you convenient now? I have something to ask you."
"Of course, of course." Fatty Robert nodded quickly, then turned his head to the injured person's companion and asked some care issues, then turned around and led Leo to his office on the third floor.
After the two left, the relaxed people began to talk to each other. Except for the first talk about the encounter of the extraordinary trio, the topics afterwards revolved around Leo's identity.
You should know that the price of a bottle of wizard potion has risen very high, but such a bottle of potion will be sent out for others to use. This obviously cannot be described by lavishness, because in the Kingdom of Maris, such a In a time of chaos and danger, a bottle of wizard potion is equivalent to a life. Who would give a bottle of life potion to a stranger?
Just as everyone was guessing about Leo’s identity, an elderly bounty hunter suddenly seemed to think of something and said,
Didn’t the fat man just call that person Leo? With this name, I remember that the maker of the wizard potion seems to be from the Kingdom of Inge, also called Leo?"
"Yes! Yes! The accent he just spoke was with a little English accent." Someone immediately seemed to think of something, and echoed: "And the fat man's attitude, plus he mentioned that the black market attaches great importance to and Leo’s cooperation, I think the person just now should be the one who made the wizard potion."
Hearing the bounty hunter’s explanation, everyone’s face smiled with joy, because if the creator of the wizard potion came here, it means that there should be a batch of wizard potions on the black market. When it comes to fatal injuries, there are ways to save it.
"Red wine, still..." After Leo sat down, the fat man wiped his injured blood, and then asked Leo while removing a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.
"No need." Leo shook his head and rejected the fat man's goodwill.
The fat man, Robert, did not persuade him, put the wine glass that he had in his hand back to one, and then put the remaining glass on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, but maybe it felt too much, and poured into the glass again. I went back halfway, then carefully put the bottle on the cork and put it back to the original place, taking a sip of the wine glass.
Leo smiled after seeing each other's actions: "A black market supervisor, can't you drink a bottle of wine?"
The fat man smiled bitterly and said: "Of course it is affordable, but only the bottle of red wine produced in the Franco region is the only one. The dense fog on the sea has cut off the connection there. I don’t know when it will end. This The wine is gone," he said, and he said in earnest: "You just said that you want to ask me something, what is it?"
"Are the black markets on your side already in the middle of contact with other continents?" Leo asked politely, too.
Although this issue involved some of the secrets of the black market, but because of Leo’s identity, the fat man did not hide too much, saying: "On the south, there seems to be a way to penetrate the dense fog and connect the black markets of the other two continents. But it's just a call, the real connection has been blocked by the dense fog at sea."
"Then the black market on your side can still operate?" Leo asked again.
"Of course, we have no affiliation between the black markets, just share some resources, let alone lose contact with the black markets of the other two continents, even if they lose contact with the black markets of other cities, the black market here can still function normally. "The fat man Rob responded with great confidence, but soon his confidence shrank back, and the words turned, saying: "Of course, if that's the case, the resources we can provide may be much less."
Leo asked again: "What's going on here? Why are there so many out-of-control family members and so strong?"
The fat man hesitated a little, and he seemed unwilling to say it, but heaviest still sighed and said with a bitter smile: "In fact, there are not many out-of-control families, and that night we cooperated with the military police in the city to solve them all. Now these people are actually supernatural beings with alien cell mutations on their bodies. Among them are ordinary night watchmen, church knights, and some bounty hunters. We call them runaways."
"How much is this now?" Leo asked ~EbookFREE.me~ there are more than a dozen. The fat man replied.
Leo asked again: "They all retain wisdom?"
The fat man nodded and said, "This is also the worst place. They all have wisdom, but they don't think they are human anymore. They think they are higher than humans. Humans are only worthy of their food."
Leo frowned and asked, "Is the runaway called the old scorpion their leader?"
The fat man shook his head, then nodded, and his face was also puzzled: "The news I received before was that these guys are separate, and they may even attack each other. Because of this, we are able to hold here, but now from Sri Lanka Judging from the return of the Kurt trio, those guys are probably united."
Leo jumped a bit and asked, "Why are there so many people implanting alien cells? As far as I know, the number of alien cells should be small?"
The fat man hesitated a little, looked at Leo, and said, "In fact, there are so many alien cells because of you."