Chapter 1 So Awesome Words Were Born

Such awesome words were born, just like a third party rudely interrupting a couple's intimate moment, so it should have caused a great stir. However, strangely, everyone seemed not to hear what this person was saying and instead continued to quote prices.

"Seventeen virgins from Aphrodite, each with three!"

"The territory from H3 to H4, there are 70,000 people and 120 shops! Plus three bars and six casinos."

"A North Atlantic-class cargo spaceship, only flown 2.8 light-years, ten-fork arm independent suspension, eight-link + air suspension, and three additional hanging interfaces, equipped with twelve plasma launchers!"

"Eight hundred million Imperial credits, with platinum markings, redeemable at any bank!"

"..."

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

"Who was the first guy to speak?"

Logically speaking, a person who dares to say such things in this place must be very confident to do so. For example, if Mongo said a word, wouldn't the boss here rush to offer it up? But strangely, after this person shouted, not only did the auctioneer not take him seriously, but even the bidders treated him like air.

Logically speaking, if you shout such words in this kind of occasion without corresponding strength, you deserve to be dragged out, stripped naked, beaten, and have your fingers chopped off! The fact that this guy was only ignored was also a very strange performance.

The person who spoke was hidden in a private room. Only his tall, thin figure could be vaguely seen. Old Charlie respectfully said to Fang Senyan:

"This person has a special status. The reason why the black market can continue to operate here does not rely on the power of Lieutenant General Mongo. It is said to be the behind-the-scenes power of an Imperial General. When Mongo was still a Major General, the General opened the black market here. And this Gerlang is the resident representative of that Imperial General's power here, mainly responsible for supervising the transactions in the black market to avoid the loss of deserved commissions. Of course, the General probably has dozens of similar businesses, and he is just one of the spokespersons."

"Gerlang's relationship with the owner of the black market is very strained - if it wasn't strained, then the higher-ups would easily suspect that the two were colluding to embezzle and falsify accounts. Precisely because of this, he often deliberately does some weird things to cause trouble. Regular customers are used to it."

After everyone quoted their prices, the auctioneer smiled and said:

"It seems that you haven't realized the true value of the goods we are auctioning."

With a wave of his hand, two men wearing cargo micro-mechs strode over with clattering sounds, carrying the micro-mech on their left and right sides. First, they used weapons to bombard it to verify its sturdiness, and then pressed a button.

Instantly! Behind this micro-mech was something like a backpack. This "backpack" quickly folded and transformed, covering the micro-mech. It was originally about 2.3 meters tall, but after transforming, it actually entered an assault form, becoming a large exoskeleton mech of about 3 meters! Even without anyone controlling it, the intent to kill was palpable.

Even more astonishing, there were two places on it that had not been scraped. On them was a pattern of a clenched fist!

That was the symbol of the rebel army in the Empire's eyes: the Interstellar Alliance! And this kind of individual tactical equipment had never appeared on the battlefield, which meant that this thing was a powerful hidden weapon of the Interstellar Alliance's enemy, and it actually appeared in an auction house in the heart of the Empire.

The auctioneer looked around triumphantly before announcing his psychological price range:

"This is a new type of weapon recently developed by the Alliance. Currently, because the cost is too high, it has not been mass-produced, but only equipped a few special elite troops. Among these troops, two warriors repented and abandoned the darkness for the light, returning to the embrace of our great Empire. Since they have no intention of becoming warriors again, they entrusted us to sell this powerful weapon. To be honest, this thing is probably unique in the Empire, so don't bother offering anything below eight billion Federal credits."

Although the price was raised at least tenfold, after the function of this thing was displayed, the quotations became even more sought after, which shows that Fang Senyan's previous theory of "the poorer the place, the easier it is to give birth to the rich" is not wrong at all.

Later, when the competition reached a fever pitch, all the curtains of the private rooms were lifted, and a large group of people showed their faces, as if afraid that others would not recognize them, and frantically argued for people to give them face...

Afterwards, some people who lacked financial resources or whose determination to acquire it was not so firm calmed down and withdrew from the battle. The remaining three were all figures who had influence in both legal and illegal circles in this Alpha Seven base. The highest bid was already two high-resource planets.

This was obviously far beyond the value of a new mech.

However, the person who bid knew through inside channels that the Imperial Big Ben Research Institute was eager to obtain the key technology of this mixed-type assault experimental mech called "Prometheus"! It would have been extremely difficult for him to be promoted to a noble title, but being able to connect with a Big Ben researcher was no big deal at all, so he was determined to win.

The price was rising like a tug-of-war, and the auctioneer's countdown was getting further and further behind, and it seemed that the hammer was about to fall several times, when someone else raised the price.

However, at this moment, an old man who looked a little old and seemed to want to shrink his whole body into his clothes and hat stood up and walked towards the auction stage.

Everyone did not expect that a dark horse would suddenly appear, so they fixed their eyes on him. Many regular customers immediately laughed and cursed:

"Isn't this our great Marquis Charlie? It's a pity he's a former Marquis. I heard you became a cyborg because you were afraid of death, what? Don't you have to lick someone's ass today?"

"Hurry down and don't delay our time, otherwise I won't let the servants at home take care of your family's vegetable stall."

"The Marquis is here, and I'm shaking with excitement all over! I'm looking forward to the surprise he'll give me!"

"Your granddaughter is doing well in the brothel, she 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."

"Poor bastard, lick my boots a hundred times, and I'll give you a dollar to get lost!"

"..."

Looking at Old Charlie's silently walking figure, Fang Senyan was shocked at this moment. This old thing was actually a noble, and he was once a high-ranking noble of the Empire! This was something he never expected.

Old Charlie walked to the auctioneer, who seemed to be planning to call the guards at any time, took out a tattered and dirty cloth bag with several patches on it—um, it should be a broken, smelly sock—and threw it directly to the auctioneer, then said indifferently:

"The master said, pack the mech and put it in a suitcase. The suitcase has to be blue, it's his lucky color."

Facing the dirty bag thrown at him, the auctioneer immediately showed his superb skills. The pot-bellied man shrank back with an agility that was completely disproportionate to his weight, as if a grenade had flown over or a mouthful of phlegm had been spat over...

He was about to burst into curses, and by the way, let the guards who were watching covetously twist off Old Charlie's head and stuff it into the toilet behind, when his eyes suddenly swept across 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 caught it, it bounced after landing, and a few things naturally scattered out, clanging and rolling two or three grains on the ground.

The sound was like the sound of two pieces of metal hitting each other, light and crisp, and there was a kind of penetrating trembling charm. What was even stranger was that the auction house was brightly lit, but after these two or three grains appeared, the surroundings were covered with a layer of beautiful, soft, gray light, and even the entire interior seemed to be covered with a faint mist, with a kind of unreal brilliance!

Those who were originally laughing and cursing Old Charlie were as dumb as if their throats had been cut, and their faces were burning hot. The feeling was like Old Charlie, who was standing indifferently, slapped them hard in the face one after another!!

A gang boss wondered:

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

But at this time, the auctioneer was already trembling and said:

"This...this is high-concentration beryllium metal particles?? I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mr. Charlie, Lord Charlie, please forgive me, I have never seen the real thing, please wait a moment, I have to find an expert to evaluate it."

While speaking incoherently, the auctioneer directly squatted down to pick up the bag that he had scorned like a flood a few seconds ago.

When he went to pick it up, because his hands were shaking violently all the time, he didn't succeed in picking it up for a few times. Finally, because he was too fat and tired from squatting, he simply knelt on the ground and pinched it with his fingers one by one, with sweat all over his face and forehead.

As soon as he heard the words "high-concentration beryllium metal particles," the gang boss immediately closed his mouth, his face first turned blue, then pale, and quickly sneaked out. Anyone who can take out this thing at will, even if Old Charlie is just a dog he raised, then the dog's fart is enough to knock him over. If he doesn't run now, when will he run?

Everything in the auction house was originally under the attention of the mastermind behind the scenes, so as soon as the auctioneer put the scattered beryllium metal particles back into the bag made of stinky socks, an expert immediately came out.