Four standard days later, Qin Zhongquan and two subordinates carrying backpacks returned to the starting point of the mission, a residence station called AB-007233-M built on an asteroid.
This place is far away from the habitable zone of the sun, the average temperature usually does not exceed minus 100 degrees Celsius, and the space environment is very complex. If it were not for the railguns and laser point defense weapons that the station always has on hand, this place would easily be destroyed by a meteorite impact.
The history of this station is quite long. Qin Zhongquan often heard the "old men" here bragging about their great achievements, including but not limited to building the station many years ago, guarding the station, dating with the noble ladies of the community, fighting with the space army and taking the lives of enemy ships among thousands of fighter planes - the earliest can be calculated to 240 years of the star calendar, which is 117 years ago, or when the war began. Of course, the actual situation is definitely unverifiable.
In reality, AB-007233-M was now occupied by a group of space mercenaries. Theft, robbery, murder, and drug trafficking were rampant here, and there was no trace of the glory that the "old men" talked about.
The shuttle slowly descended, and below them lay a vast expanse of white and reddish-brown snow as far as the eye could see. The dome of the airport had opened, like the gaping maw of the abyss. Stars shone softly and faintly on the horizon, the sun a mere speck of brightness. As the light from the sky gradually gave way to man-made objects, the titanium alloy dome of the fully buried airport closed, and breathable air filled the airfield, and the world returned to its clamor.
Qin Zhongquan got off the shuttle, feeling the atmosphere of his hometown. Although he could not understand what "home" meant now, it did not prevent him from imagining this unfamiliar word.
Dodging the holographic advertisements blocking their path, the three of them smoothly made their way through the deserted market, filled with hawking, and arrived at a building that stood out from the surroundings. From the outside, its decor seemed like a throwback to the Earth era depicted in the holographic film. Five old-fashioned neon lights formed its name, but those familiar with the place preferred to call it the Falling Moon Bar.
ćWelcome to Luoyue Bar!
Here, you have the opportunity to obtain everything you want, including wealth, status, and a spouse!
Of course, people doing serious business never use the front door. Pushing open the side door of the Falling Moon Bar, the indescribable, irresistible odor of alcohol and perfume assaulted Qin Zhongquan, forcing him to cover his nose. Even though he had prepared himself mentally before entering, the overwhelming smell still overwhelmed him.
The buyer contacted in the grid is located in the "He" box, which is at the end of the most upscale area in the bar.
Because they had an appointment, the robot guard at the door did not stop them.
The buyer had dazzling golden hair and was tall, but not as rugged as the lifelong workers of United Mining. He wore a well-made functional jumpsuit and a pair of sunglasses. On the wrists of his hands clasped together on the table was a bracelet of unknown design - Qin Zhongquan guessed that it was an internal communicator of some large group.
Seeing the newcomer, the man said in a captivating bass voice, like that of a pimp: "You're an hour early."
Qin Zhongquan didn't dare to act too arrogantly. He signaled the two men behind him to place the goods on the table and stand guard outside the box. Then, trying his best to look generous and casual with his tense muscles, he sat down directly opposite the man and replied, "The shipping lanes are surprisingly smooth today."
"Oh, don't be nervous." The blond man in sunglasses seemed to sense Qin Zhongquan's uneasiness, but more likely it was just a well-trained composure. He pushed his sunglasses up with his hand and continued, "I'm Mr. K's agent. You can call me Tom. I can take full responsibility for this transaction."
"Okay. How do you prove it?"
"Mr. K never proves himself."
"." Qin Zhongquan narrowed his eyes and reported a string of numbers.
"3527." Tom answered immediately.
The two men stood up, grabbed each other's outstretched right hands, and hugged each other like old friends.
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