Chapter 134 The Security of the Black Market

But now someone was trying to shatter the black market's safety and fairness! This was equivalent to cutting off the black market's business, and as the saying goes, cutting off someone's financial path is like murdering their parents! So, quickly, a dozen burly men swarmed out from the surroundings, wielding various weapons, and without a word, they aimed at the monster and opened fire!

The weapons in these men's hands didn't have much stopping power. It seemed that the cubic monster's individual combat armor absorbed most of the bullet's force. Only one electromagnetic oscillating bullet hit the guy's chest, causing him to stagger back two or three steps, but it only left a charred mark and a bowl-sized breach.

At this moment, the monster retracted the iron chain again, letting out a hysterical roar from deep within its throat. Then the iron chain swept across, bringing with it blood and shattered bones!

It directly swept away several gunmen who were at the front. The unlucky guy in the lead was torn in half at the waist, blood splattering everywhere. The people behind him were knocked away like bowling pins, slamming into the wall with a series of thuds, leaving a trail of blood as they slowly slid down.

After the electric iron chain killed five people, its momentum didn't diminish. With a "whirr," it slammed into the pillar next to it, wrapping around it several times with clanging sounds. As dust and bricks flew, the muscles on the cubic monster's arms bulged, and with a forceful tug, the lights on the nearby wall collided and clanged. Even the entire building trembled!

Taking advantage of this pulling force, the monster leaped out with lightning speed and rolled after landing, rushing into the group of thugs. Its two extraordinarily long arms flew up and down, grabbing people or anything else and flinging them away! Some people were even smashed out of the window, falling to the ground with miserable cries.

In an instant, the thugs were sprawled on the ground, groaning incessantly, looking as though they were breathing their last breaths.

At this time, an old man sitting in an electric wheelchair quickly rushed over from the nearby passage. Although his eyebrows were gray, they had a fierce, intertwined look, giving people the illusion that the disability in his legs was not a burden to him at all, but a powerful asset to be flaunted!

Of course, what was even more noteworthy was that he had eight artificial human servants by his side. These eight artificial human servants were not like old Charlie at the beginning, who looked like odd-job men at first glance.

Their identities were those of Alliance warriors who had been captured by the Empire from the front lines, subjected to the deepest level of personality erasure, and who had not lost their killing skills.

These people relied on large doses of stimulant drugs to maintain a high level of mental excitement, did not need to sleep, and had a lifespan of only ten years. The muscles on their faces had been twisted and deformed, and their eyes were blank and hollow, all rolled back, looking as if they were mentally retarded. However, these eight artificial human servants were the most terrifying killers, lunatics. As long as their master gave an order, even if they were asked to tear off their arms and eat them, they would have no problem!

Obviously, the mastermind behind the black market had realized that the situation was beyond his control and had to rush over. The old man looked at Grang in a private room and said calmly, word by word:

"Grang, you are very good."

Listening to the old man's seemingly emotionless tone, Grang felt a chill for some reason. Only then did he recall some legends about the old man called "Crippled Wolf" in front of him. Even the cubic monster roared and stayed in place, not daring to move, because one of the artificial human servants had picked up a gun that looked like a gourd and aimed it at him.

The deterrent power of this gun was even greater than ten guns!

Because this was a liquid nitrogen spray gun, this thing was used when interstellar warships were boarding. Under normal circumstances, when boarding, the purpose was to seize the other party's ship, so using a flamethrower to destroy it would be too destructive, and it would be bad if it ignited something and caused an explosion.

Therefore, to ensure integrity, the best weapon to use when boarding was a sonic weapon, which caused the least damage. However, since sonic weapons were also easily subject to targeted defenses, liquid nitrogen spray guns, which could instantly lower the surrounding temperature to hundreds of degrees below zero, became the first choice.

No matter how powerful that cubic perverted monster was, it could not compete with the low temperature of hundreds of degrees below zero, and that gun was a ranged weapon. It would be very difficult for him to avoid it given his size.

However, just when Crippled Wolf seemed to have deterred the audience, seeing that the situation was over, Grang did not look flustered, but sneered:

"Crippled Wolf, do you think I'm a fool?"

Crippled Wolf said coldly:

"You used to be okay, but today you look particularly like a fool."

Grang sighed and looked at the cubic monster and said:

"It's a waste that you call yourself knowledgeable and well-informed. Can't you see the model of this bio-weapon?"

Crippled Wolf had rushed over at this time. To put it bluntly, ninety percent of his energy was not focused on the corpses of his subordinates... He could get as many of those dogs he raised as he wanted as long as he threw out some bones. Instead, he was focusing on the five particles of beryllium that weighed a total of 18.9 grams!

Hearing what Grang said at this time, Crippled Wolf frowned suddenly, and then his expression changed drastically. He hesitated and said in horror:

"This kind of modulation technique seems to be the style of the Andromeda galaxy theater? A modified warrior? Could it be..."

"You're quite knowledgeable." Grang laughed evilly and said, "I wonder who looks particularly like a fool today?"

Crippled Wolf's face was very ugly at this time, and the muscles on his face kept twitching, but Grang continued:

"Don't you usually claim that you can know when the rats in the Northern District yawn? Why is the news not accurate today? Why was your auction held early?"

A young man next to Crippled Wolf couldn't help but shout angrily:

"That's because a big shot came from above, and Meng Ge ordered a cleanup. Is that fake?"

Grang said with a fake smile:

"The one who is currently talking nonsense with Meng Ge is just the adult's deputy. This stupid guy thinks he has climbed another line and is double-minded, so he is not qualified to talk to the adult face to face! The adult was bored and heard that there was a fun place here, so he ran over to relax. I didn't expect that there would really be something he liked... Crippled Wolf, it's giving you face that the adult can see your things! Why don't you give the things to the adult?"

Crippled Wolf's face was already stiff at this time, and it looked like he was wearing a mask on his face. He was stunned for a while, and then suddenly pointed at the young man next to him and said:

"Go send the things over."

Everyone immediately caused an uproar, but at this time, there was a very low voice behind Grang, as if someone had said a few words. Grang immediately narrowed his eyes and said:

"Crippled Wolf, the adult wants you to send the things to him! Not someone else!"

Crippled Wolf was sitting in a wheelchair at this time, how could he send it? But he was really shameless, and without hesitation, with a numb face, he struggled down from the wheelchair and moved forward, crawling on the ground, constantly twisting and shifting his body, looking like a pitiful deformed worm, all his power and murderous aura were thrown out of the galaxy.

At this time, the cubic monster suddenly burst out again and suddenly rolled forward!

His movements and size made people not think of agility, but as if he was crushing everything like a road roller. He grabbed the artificial human who was aiming at him with the freezing gun, head-butted, knee-kicked, and then lifted him high, rotated him a few times ostentatiously, and then slammed him heavily on the steps next to him! The sound of the spine breaking was immediately clearly audible, and then he was chopped a few more times, and he died on the spot.

Crippled Wolf did not react, and did not dare to react.

Grang sneered:

"No one can point a weapon at Test Subject One and still live."

While he was speaking, the artificial humans around Crippled Wolf had been slaughtered by the monster! The artificial humans would not attack without Crippled Wolf's order, and death was a relief for them. Many people were looking at the expression on Crippled Wolf's face at this time, but Crippled Wolf seemed to have put on a mask for himself, and no one could see through his thoughts... He just grabbed the handle of the new mech box with force, and then naturally reached out to take the cloth bag made of smelly socks.

But at this moment, old Charlie, who had been staying on the side, suddenly moved and stepped heavily on Crippled Wolf's fingers. With his current strength, the sound of the finger bones breaking was immediately clearly audible when this foot stepped down, and Crippled Wolf immediately let out a miserable scream!

Old Charlie coughed lightly while hunching over, but he increased the force under his feet and crushed it a few times. Crippled Wolf's screams were even more intense. At this time, old Charlie said slowly:

"You dare to touch the master's property without completing the transaction?"

Old Charlie's attack was too sudden, so that many people couldn't recover! Their thinking even stopped running for a moment, and then they realized it.

"He... how dare he attack?"

"Is he looking for death?"

"He doesn't want to live..." Old Charlie completely ignored the nonsense of the others, but bent down slowly and picked up the bag. At this time, Grang smiled sinisterly:

"Charlie, do you think you are really a marquis? Can you touch this bag?"

Old Charlie looked at Grang with his dim old eyes and said slowly:

"Inside this bag is the money my master used to bid for the mech. I don't care if you dogs bite each other, but the mech has not been traded, so we will take back the money we used to bid. Is there a problem with this matter? Is it wrong? Which article of the great emperor's constitution did it violate?"

Old Charlie's words immediately choked back Grang's subsequent words, but a thin and weak voice suddenly came from the private room, saying casually:

"What dog fart constitution? My words are the constitution! Anyone who dares to talk nonsense in front of me is wrong and has a big problem! Kill them for me!"

Then an old voice solemnly added:

"Don't use energy weapons. Beryllium is not very stable at high temperatures."