A quarter of an hour later, Qin Zhongquan and his two companions left the bar through the side door the same way they came, except for the two bulging backpacks they carried.
This kind of offline secret transaction is so simple and unpretentious, without the need for social conventions to lubricate. When both parties confirm their identities, one hand takes the money and the other hand takes the goods. It is simple and efficient.
Of course, what is more important is to choose the right trading partner. An old-fashioned big buyer like Mr. K, who has been active for nearly a hundred years, is definitely a high-quality customer. Even though there are always people trying to fill in the gaps, he is still the best choice most of the time.
Although the space mercenary business generally does not pay attention to the identity of the buyer and the source of the goods, it generally follows certain unwritten rules - either look for regular customers or look for customers with a good reputation.
In Qin Zhongquan's view, this chaotic world urgently needs a strong entity to lead it, and it would be best if it stands on his side. Among the eight worlds, there are those representing capital, oligarchs, emperors, warlords, and religions, but there is no one representing criminals - of course, they usually call themselves a certain family.
He himself came from a certain family, but now he was nothing more than a wandering wolf. His adopted mother had once commanded a "National"-class space battleship. A holographic model of that massive vessel, the "Erobia," remained intact in virtual space, and he often missed her heroic figure on the bridge. His adopted mother had carried out many missions and traveled to many places, including the edge of the solar system, but she ultimately met her end. Her ship was tragically struck by a massive antimatter torpedo during a battle. The resulting gamma-ray burst was enough to blind even the surface of Mars.
So forget it. Everyone misses the Community, but no one wants the Community to come back - the entire solar system has just restored a fragile peace, and no one wants it to happen again.
Qin Zhongquan and his two companions took many detours at the station, including some dangerous and poorly controlled maintenance passages, but that was the necessary cost of offline transactions. Thanks to the light weapons they carried with them, they returned to the shuttle safely.
This shuttle was a very ordinary RX-4600 Delta, modified from an obsolete Community-era military fighter. It had a slender shape, with a frontal radar cross-section of approximately 30 square meters. Online rumors often claimed that the prototype of this shuttle possessed exceptional stealth capabilities, but that was clearly a matter of speculation. After all, any aircraft coated in the Community's advanced coating, which was strictly controlled by Universal International as a strategic resource, would possess impressive stealth capabilities.
Of course, there is no chance for civilian shuttles to be painted. Most people just spray some patterns that are easily degraded by space radiation on the sturdy titanium alloy shell. Even considering the depreciation rate and maintenance costs of the shuttle itself, most of this model of shuttles only have one opportunity for customized surface treatment after leaving the factory, and no secondary maintenance will be carried out until they are scrapped - of course you can call it tough and durable.
Qin Zhongquan painted his private shuttle in red and black, and in a very childish way, he also painted a white skull on the bow to symbolize pirates.
After paying the exorbitant stay fee, the departure procedure started and the shuttle rushed into the dark universe like a red comet.
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