Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 106: Alien Slaves

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"Come, come, come, come and see my father Taz. These mountain people from the Tallinn of District 21 are strong and capable. They are the best coolies and can work non-stop 12 Hours. Each is only a thousand yuan, and more than ten can be discounted! The more you buy, the more the discount will be. Master, do you need to add some workers to your factory?"

Alan stepped back a little so that he wouldn't touch the shining slave owner in front of him. In this stall, a row of ten rough and strong men were shackled and nailed to the ground with thick forearm chains, showing them to passing customers like commodities. It's a pity that the guests don't seem to be interested in slaves who are used as coolies, so this slave booth can be quite interesting.

The stalls with the most people onlookers are basically female slaves and even slaves who provide all special services. They are the mainstream commodities of the slave trade in the black streets. Just like Green and several people have already got into a booth that sells female slaves, Green has not forgotten to call Alan over. Stepping into the crowd, the booth in front of me is not small in the garage, and even has its own booth more than ten meters long.

On the booth are large and small cages, and the cages are filled with young women. From 15 to 26 years old, the cage is high and low, and there are even some equipment inside, so that the female slaves can show their strengths and strengths in a variety of postures. To Allen's surprise, these female slaves had peach-faced faces and reported the most charming smiles to the viewing guests, rather than a sad look.

Green had already taken a fancy to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman. When he was bargaining with the slave owner, he ran into a competitor. It became a small auction. In the end, because of limited financial resources, Green had to watch the slave he fancy was bought by others, and dejectedly greeted others to move to the next stall.

"Isn't this the young master of Beskard's family?"

As Allen squeezed out of the crowd, the figure blossomed in front of him, and a sparkling pipe flickered in front of him. Allen settled down and saw that it was the old man who was in the Old Oak Bar that day to prevent Willick and himself from fighting again. Of course, now he knew that this old man was the owner of the bar and also the old Ward who adopted and guided Willick.

"Willik is doing well right now, that lucky kid, hey." Old Ward said, taking down his pipe and flicking off some soot.

Allen nodded and said, "It should be quite substantial."

"Willik is a potential kid. If you have a chance in the future, you have to squeeze a lot." The old man laughed, and his smile made Alan dare not compliment him. He said again: "The young master is here to buy slaves?"

"Call me Ellen."

Alan looked at the female slaves and said: "I just came to see my friends, but it's really not the same as I imagined."

"Oh? What do you think it should look like?" Ward asked casually.

"At least, I never thought that those slaves could greet people with a smile." Allen answered honestly.

Ward laughed and said: "Then you thought they would cry?"

"Allen, well, since you want me to call you that." Ward put away his laughter, walked with Allen, and pointed to some slaves and said, "You have to understand, they are commodities. Especially those Female slaves, people buy them for fun. They don’t care about the pitifulness of these women. All they want is happiness. So you see, a woman who knows how to laugh is easier to sell herself than a woman who can only cry. Go out..."

"Furthermore, as long as she can sell herself, she will live better than where she came from. You know, not all slaves are captured. Some are willing to become slaves. As long as there are Opportunity to sell yourself to Babylon, just like your companions just now. If you can sell to them, even if the doll has not attracted the interest of the owner for a period of time. Then they will be left as a maid in the family no matter how bad they are. . There are some means, and they will hook up with some of the men in charge of the family, or marry which family guard. No matter what, this kind of life is ten times better than the surface." Ward spread his hands: "So you see, as long as you can Sell ​​yourself out. Don’t laugh, even if they are asked to make unbearable moves, they will do it. After all, it’s about survival."

"Then Mr. Ward also came to buy...a slave girl?" Allen asked.

Ward shook his head and said: "I'm too old to withstand the toss of a few women. Besides, who told you that there are only female slaves in the trade fair? There are many kinds of goods here, including female slaves, male slaves, and The little black man... Hey, it’s just a little slave. Even some guys who have access will get alien slaves. Of course, those are high-class goods."

"I mainly come to look at the little black people. Willick has dug them for you, and the remaining little ghosts are also running away. I have to cultivate a new batch of blood, or the sign of the old oak tree. It's going to be removed."

At this time, Old Ward made a strange move. He raised his leg and kicked back, but there was nothing behind him. But suddenly a slave rushed to Ward from the stall passing by and shouted: "Buy me, master, I can do a lot of work."

So the kicking foot just supported the slave's calf, kicking the slave to the ground, and then the slave owner's strong guards pulled it back. Old Ward snorted, "I'm not interested in you, something that can't even be called a third-rate product."

Alan looked in his eyes, thoughtful. The inconspicuous old man in front of him is indeed a hidden master. The kick of the prophet just now shows that Old Ward is always vigilant about the surrounding environment. It's like a joke to attack someone like this.

"I'm going here, you play slowly, Ellen. I wish you a nice evening." The old man knocked on his pipe, said, and walked in the other direction with both hands.

"Ellen, come here, hurry up."

The old man's figure was quickly drowned in the crowd, and the people in front of Green called out, and Allen could only step forward quickly. Green grabbed Alan’s shoulder and asked, "Who is that old man?"

Alan is not used to being so close to him, and calmly took down his hand and said: "It's nothing, an acquaintance, chatted a few words."

"Oh, don't talk about this. Let's go here quickly." Green took out a leaflet and shook him: "Look, today we are right. There is an auction of alien slaves tonight!"

Ellen thought that Old Ward didn't say nonsense that there are alien slaves for sale in the black street. He has not seen a real alien, he has information about alien races, and he has only read it in class and books, and he is also a little curious at the moment.

Alien slaves have always been high-end merchandise, and naturally it is impossible to display auctions casually like roadside stalls. The auction venue was deep in the underground garage, in a simple hall with concrete walls poured in to isolate the inside and out. The entrance of the hall is guarded by a doorman. Even if a slave does not shoot in the hall, he will have to pay an entrance fee of 1,000 yuan. Allen paid the money to enter the hall and found that it was not spacious. There are not many people who can entertain. Bai Lai puts the seats in the hall casually.

Not many guests entered the auction house, not even full of chairs. After all, alien slaves are not affordable to anyone, even if an ordinary slave, after the multiple costs of capturing, reselling, transporting, and entering customs, the price is astonishingly high. Therefore, the mainstream in the slave trade fair is still the humans on the surface, or the female relatives of a declining noble family.

A few teenagers like Ellen are purely coming in to join in the fun, and they are unique in their knowledge.

The auction started soon. The host wore a dress that didn’t fit well and walked onto the platform in the middle of the venue. He said with a dry cough, "Today is a lucky day, gentlemen. The slave ship of the Jemin Chamber of Commerce just I arrived three days ago, so I can offer to you tonight the alien slaves that you rarely see on weekdays. So let’s get started. The first item in the auction tonight is..."

"Loso!"

As the host snapped his fingers, there was the sound of wheels rolling behind the stage. Seven or eight strong men dragged out a prison wagon, on which was a special iron prison. The thick iron bar of the arm indicates that it is very strong, and the electric sparks that burst from time to time indicate that the iron is energized, which makes an alien with his head and body inside can only stay in the insulated space in the middle.

Loso people come from the Yorton star field, and the planet where they are located is not of high dimensionality. Therefore, the Loso people always look like primitive people naked. In appearance, except for the indigo-blue skin, and a lizard-like tail extending from the spine to the thigh, the male Lozo looks very similar to a human man. But their general height is more than two meters, and they are strong and combative. The Luosuo people have high fertility and a large ethnic group, so they have always been the regular cannon fodder in some powerful armies in the Yorton Star Region.

Alan has also seen the introduction of this alien cannon fodder in books, and now he has seen it with his own eyes. The male Loso in the iron cage was very restless. When he was on the stage, he was stimulated by the lights and rushed forward with a roar like a liger, but he bounced back on the charged cage wall.

The host said happily: "You see, these male Loso people are natural warriors. This time, the Jemin Chamber of Commerce captured a large number of Loso people, and they will be powerful assistants in the colonization of the foreign land. Of course, they are in After they are purchased, they will be specially trained by the slave trainers of the Jemin Chamber of Commerce to keep them obedient, obedient, and obey the instructions. Then the auction starts now, and the reserve price for each Loso is 10,000 federal coins!"

Next is the bidding session, but the scene is far more deserted than Allen imagined. Only a few people raised the bidding cards, and they were finally bought by a big fat man at the price of 101,000 yuan per Loso. Off. The host is not surprised, after all, slaves like the Loso people who can only serve as cannon fodder are of little use, and there are too many to make high prices.

Usually, a certain customer will buy out all, and then buyers in need will buy from them one-way, without some trivial procedures.

The host waved his hand. After the Loso, including the prison cart, was taken down, he said: "If the Loso's stage is on the battlefield of Outland, then this product, their stage But it’s on the bed of all the adults. If that adult photographed one of them, please don’t let the lady know about it. Because there is no woman who can tolerate her husband’s bed, there is a soft-bone Naga!"

Hearing the four of the soft bone naga, the eyes of the young people in Green lit up, and their breathing became a little heavy.