Chapter 353 Freshly squeezed human blood
The truck continued to speed, and Jingshu gradually opened her mouth wide. Damn, this is really a small city transformed from the mountain. Although Qian Duoduo's Stone Garden is better than that, this underground city also has more amazing places.
First of all, the stone garden was built with pieces of stone, while this one was dug directly out of the mountain. If it was a warehouse before, now it is directly built into a light steel house, which is almost no different from the villas on both sides outside, and the environment is not bad either.
"Hey, this is the new city those damned hundreds of middle-class families built. They just moved all their houses in here. It was humid the second year, but at least we didn't get wet. It's the coolest place in Sacramento. What's even cooler is that the underground black market has two floors. The noble families live on the top floor, and ours is where mercenaries and the poor hang out. I heard the first floor is 'paradise,' but unfortunately, no one has ever been there."
Jingshu nodded. Speaking loudly here would echo, but there was no sense of oppression at all. It looked to be about ten meters high, and the key point was that there was a layer of...
It's just a bit dangerous. There's a big earthquake going on now, and even in the mountains, it's shaking all the time. If the upper part collapses, the people below will definitely be buried. The underground black market is also very dangerous.
The truck stopped in the parking lot and handed over 1 black market coin, which is the currency issued in the underground black market. Then you can see densely packed houses on both sides and a bustling crowd of people, chattering in English that Jingshu, a poor student, can't understand.
Each of them was armed with various weapons and equipment, including machetes, pistols, axes, hammers, shotguns, etc. Some of them were even wearing leather armor and bulletproof vests. The group of people gathered together must be the so-called mercenaries in the black market.
There are many stalls in the underground black market. There is no restriction on race. There are Chinese, Mexicans, blacks and whites. Some sell weapons, some sell food, and some sell slaves. It is simply a bustling big market.
"Okay, guys, bring your food, it's time to show your strength. Be the most ferocious ones here, be fiercer, even more fierce!" Xiao Hei opened his mouth wide and made a ferocious expression.
Jingshu: ...
"No firearms or weapons are allowed in the black market. Fighting and killing are prohibited here. However, if a dispute occurs, you can challenge and kill anyone by paying black market coins. The one who survives will obtain all the property of both parties. Of course, if you don't want to be challenged, you can avoid the fight by paying double the black market coins. Oh, these damn vampire black market rules. You can continue to pay black market coins until the other party has no money to pay, but then your challenge will lose its meaning. These damn vampires."
Jingshu felt something was wrong after she picked up the pot, and decisively changed into the weapon she had considered bringing for a long time.
According to Jingshu's strength, it would be best for her to take a mace, which would look imposing and powerful, and would ensure that people would know at a glance that this was someone they couldn't afford to mess with. However, considering that it couldn't be placed in the space, she would have to carry a big mace every time she went out, which was too troublesome.
Then Jingshu was seen carrying a repeating crossbow that could be assembled to fire simultaneously, with a steel machete hanging behind her and a pistol on her waist. Although it was a bit out of place, her fighting power was very high after all. In this ghost place, Jingshu also decisively put on a bulletproof helmet.
Ding, your Chinese aunt is online.
The tank was even more exaggerated. It carried a huge shield and bulletproof vest, carried a strafing machine gun, and dragged two large iron balls on the ground, making a heavy, unpleasant and harsh sound. The people around it were originally coming with angry eyes, but when they saw the two-meter-tall strong man in the tank, his muscles that were about to explode, and the guns on his body, they immediately stopped.
The monkey and snake demon's equipment was much simpler. Jingshu didn't see anything other than two guns. Perhaps their life-threatening weapons and trump cards were hidden.
As for Lingling, she was carrying a sniper rifle and a rifle, and wearing her special gloves and monocular lenses. The word "female killer" somehow popped up in Jingshu's mind.
The underground black market was emitting a faint light. Lingling's fashionable and cute outfit attracted many people's greed and desire. However, Lingling, wearing a monocle, took out the rifle from behind and pointed it at these people with a "bang bang" gesture, and many people immediately looked away.
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"Hey, if you want to kill someone in the underground black market, it's best to duel. If you kill someone directly without a duel, the deceased's property will be taken away by the black market, and you will be subject to sanctions from the nobles. Of course, if you can hand over enough black market coins, that's another matter. To put it bluntly, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want."
Rules only bind the poor.
"The black market welcomes everyone, no matter where you come from. As long as you complete the task, you can become a mercenary in the black market. No matter what your plan is, even if you are a spy sent by another country, it makes no difference here. But you must always demonstrate sufficient strength. There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger,' but it doesn't work here, because there are not only tigers and elephants here, but also a group of ants that can eat you up." Xiao Hei was giving everyone some popular science while greeting some vendors in English.
"Hey, buddy, where did you capture today's slaves from?"
"Oh, you black-hearted maggot, still selling food made from insects."
Jingshu also looked at the black market curiously. It was much better than the slums, but everyone had weapons. As they walked, a fight broke out in front of them, and the duel began under the witness of the black market guards.
One of them swung an axe and hit the man with the machete directly on the head, killing him instantly. The duel only took a few seconds. The axe man took away all the property of the machete man, including stripping off his clothes. The guards then had the bloody body dragged away.
Xiao Hei whispered, "These corpses are all fed to the poultry. These maggots have blackened their hearts and livers... The cafeteria also serves human flesh, but they advertise it as rat meat. I've seen a few fingers with long, untrimmed nails. But I heard there's a new red wine called Freshly Squeezed Human Blood Juice. It's an alcoholic beverage made with the blood freshly squeezed from these corpses. It tastes pretty good. I'll take you guys there to try it next time. If you're lucky, there'll be some meat scraps in there."
Jingshu was truly grateful that Yang Yang had asked them to bring their own food. She had previously been a bit curious: in the food paradise of the United States, where food was plentiful, why would they need to bring their own food? Couldn't they just rob wherever they went, fighting to support themselves? Now she understood.
People at the bottom eat everything, while only those at the top have the luxury of having endless amounts of food.
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