People who do business on the dark web are usually more cautious. Although Han Lang came to meet Horton, a slave trader, at the recommendation of Ye Hei, Horton, nicknamed Professor, was still cautious and let his subordinates fly with Han Lang for more than a week. Hours before landing in his own base.
Shua~
The blindfold was removed, and Han Lang blinked, adapting to the light again.
I saw that I was in a room under the sea, facing a short old man with gray hair and wearing glasses. Although his hair was silvery white, his eyebrows and beard were black, his eyes were sharp, and he had huge hooked eyes. Nose, like a bald eagle.
This must be Horton.
There are transparent floor-to-ceiling windows behind Holden, and the deep sea is outside the window. A group of pink jellyfish are swimming through the ocean outside the window, like a group of parachutes.
Han Lang said with a smile, "Finally I see you, Professor Your Excellency, I have long admired you."
Chaos narrowed his eyes and said, "Windtalker, I've heard of your name too."
"Really? How can a small person like me teach you Dharma Eye?" Han Lang asked curiously
"Hehe, I'm in the business of people, and people always need to take medicine, so I'm more familiar with Ye Hei. As for you, I took a few glances at the drug index back then. Even Ye Hei said that you did a good job. Be careful, Lao Hei never tells lies." Holden said with a smile.
Han Lang waved his hand hastily, "I'm just a failed small businessman on the dark web. I've already transferred the index to someone else. There's no way, time is limited."
Holden said: "After all, you brought up the trend of writing indexes. Now there are not only drug indexes on the dark web, but also arms indexes, starship indexes, precious metal indexes, and even slave price indexes, so of course I will remember you. "
"Under normal circumstances, I don't meet people I don't know well. It's safer to trade on the dark web, but I know your name, and I have a black man as a guarantee, so I made an exception to see you once. Tell me, you this time What do you want to order?"
Generally speaking, in order to avoid exposure, the dark web adopts the acquaintance system for transactions. If you want to trade, you can first apply for a name, and then find a guarantor.
Han Lang had gained a little reputation on the dark web before, and he was guaranteed by a big drug dealer like Ye Hei, so he met Horton smoothly. According to Ye Hei, Horton is one of the largest slave traders in the galaxy. Ye Hei bought many human specimens from him, and they had a lot of dealings with each other.
Han Lang said seriously, "I'm here this time to buy soldiers."
"Oh, fighters are my main product." Horton nodded and said, "But you have to know that fighters are very expensive. The price is based on the level, type of superpower and race you belong to. What grade of fighter do you want? ?”
Han Lang said in a deep voice, "High-level."
"How tall?"
"The higher the better."
"How much?"
"The more the better."
Hahaha~
The professor was amused by Han Lang's words. He shook his head and said, "Little brother, you have a big tone. I dare not say anything else. Warrior slaves are my signature product. I have them, but I'm afraid you won't be able to eat them."
Shua~
Han Lang lightly wiped the space ring with his fingers, took out a blueprint, and placed it gently on Horton's table without saying a word.
As for business, it depends on strength. As soon as this blueprint was taken out, Holden's eyes lit up immediately, and he tapped his fingers on the table a few times.
"Happy!" Horton turned his head, and commanded his subordinates in a deep voice: "Bring out all the four-star and above, and let our little brother inspect the goods on the spot!"
Han Lang was stunned and asked in confusion, "Release all high-level fighters at the same time, isn't the professor afraid that they will rebel?"
Hahaha~
Holden laughed again, "You don't understand, the reason why I'm nicknamed Professor is because I invented a dna binding system that can control soldiers. If they dare to rebel, I'll just look at them Kill them!"
Han Lang nodded. No wonder Holden was mainly engaged in soldiers. Since they dared to sell soldiers as slaves, they naturally had their own cards.
Han Lang followed Horton out of his office, and saw that his base was like a huge prison, with a square in the middle and cells all around. Many guys who worked for Horton took care of the slaves.
In the central square, more than a hundred slaves were brought up. Most of them were strong and wore electronic shackles on their hands and feet.
In addition, there are detailed instructions on each slave's neck, race, level, age, and superpower type.
Without exception, these fighters are all foreign, Kui, Wu, Heyuan, Chilong and so on.
It's no wonder that if you capture humans as slaves, the risk is extremely high, especially high-level fighters. Human fighters with a level of four stars are basically the main force of various countries. If you capture the main fighters of other countries To be a slave is too insulting.
Moreover, human fighters are not easy to sell. If they are discovered, the buyer will also suffer.
So Horton went to those remote alien settlements, and by force, captured those minority races in one go, and sold them in batches.
Why can humans rule the entire galaxy
It has a lot to do with slave traders like Holden, and in the past, arresting foreigners as slaves was not only illegal, but also encouraged.
After the establishment of the Galaxy Federation, the high-level human beings wanted to save face, so they made the slave trade illegal and gave a little power to the minority races. People like Horton had no choice but to move from the ground to the underground and continue their shady business on the dark web.
"There are a total of 183 high-level slaves, including 175 four-star slaves and eight five-star slaves. Let me know which one you like." Holden didn't treat these foreigners as slaves at all. People, on the sidelines, said disapprovingly.
Just look at how weak the earth is. Just look at these slaves. After all, it is also a sovereign country of the Milky Way. There are only a dozen people on the earth level up to four stars, and none of them are five stars.
Even a slave trader like Horton can pull out nearly 200 four-star or higher fighters at once, so the strength of the earth is really too vulnerable.
Han Lang glanced at these alien warriors and raised his eyebrows. It doesn't matter how weak the earth is now, the key is in the future! One day, the little earth will also feel proud!
"Erlang! Erlang!"
In the upper cell, an old woman was calling her son's name. Among the soldiers was a soldier with a tattoo on his face. He hurriedly looked up and saw his mother's old face. The young soldier named Erlang lowered his head in shame, and put his hands Make a fist.
Shouts like these abounded, and the soldiers in the square visibly became agitated. Horton's men hurriedly beat the slaves with an electromagnetic fork to stop them from shouting.
Han Lang frowned slightly, and asked Holden, "Professor, are the slaves in the other cells family members of these soldiers?"
Holden nodded and said: "We have always been one-pot. This batch of goods mainly comes from a tribe of the Red Dragon Clan. There are 70,000 to 80,000 people in total. These alien races are the most annoying. As long as they are men, they are all warriors. It took a lot of effort for us to get it.”
Han Lang nodded. He already had a plan in his heart, but it didn't show on the surface.
"I wonder if you have any other sub-bases?" Han Lang asked.
Horton was taken aback, "Brother, one hundred and eighty-three four-star and above fighters are not enough for you to pick? High-level fighters are not Chinese cabbage, and a lower-middle country in the alliance may not be able to pull out such fighters." What a high-level fighter."
"If you really want to watch it, I can gather some higher-level fighters for you from other places, but there won't be too many, seventy or eighty can reach the sky."
Han Lang made a calculation in his mind, and gathered 70 or 80 four-star or higher fighters, that is, 250 or 60 high-level fighters, which would be enough for defense and development of the ruins.
Thinking of this, Han Lang said in a deep voice: "Don't look at it, just send it here, but please also send all the soldiers and their clansmen. Also, do you have six-star slaves here?"
Puff~
Horton's eyes widened, and he almost didn't spit out, he wanted all the feelings!
Is this too big a game? Bringing so many fighters back is enough to establish a country!
"Brother, a six-star star is a quasi-God of War! It's only one step away from being a superpower of the God of War!" Holden said in surprise.
"I know." Han Lang said disapprovingly.
"A strong man who has reached the level of a quasi-war god is a powerful weapon in any country!"
"I know this too."
Well.
Horton swallowed a mouthful of spit, thought for a long time, and finally said: "Yes, there is indeed one, but that guy, he has a problem."