The scene became very strange. Han Lang actually fought with a slave. You punched me, and I punched you back. The faces of the two who were beaten were covered in blood. They said something that Horton couldn't understand language.
Obviously, the two of them were not really fighting to the death, otherwise the scene would never have seen only this little blood, it seemed more like they were expressing their suppressed emotions.
The two fought like crazy for more than ten minutes before sitting on the ground and panting heavily.
"Your fist is very hard." Clark spat bloody spit and said to Han Lang in earth dialect.
Smiling slightly, Han Lang said, "You're not bad either. When you were born ten years ago, I was just a child and I was full of admiration for you. I didn't expect that the first time we met would be here. One."
Clark was still a little confused. He scratched his head and said, "I remember the earth, it seems to be a very important place to me, but I forgot what the earth looks like."
Shua~
Han Lang flicked his finger in the space ring, took out a tablet computer, and opened the album.
"Look, this is the earth, the home of us earthlings, isn't it beautiful? This is the continent, this is the ocean, my home is here, Huaxia, your home is here, America."
Clark watched intently. These photos seemed to evoke his buried deep memories. When he saw this blue planet, Clark felt kind from the bottom of his heart, but unfortunately his memory was very vague. It doesn't feel like he can recall too many past events.
"Look, this is a photo of you when you set off for the Galactic Convention. Good guy, people from all over the planet came to see you off."
"This is a photo of you when you passed through the a7 ruins in ninth place. At that time, you announced in the live broadcast that the earth has stood up! You will never be bullied again! As long as you, Clark, live for one day, the earth will always be Free."
"I was just seven years old at that time. After listening to your words, I cried out at that time. As a result, as soon as the Galaxy Conference was over, you disappeared, and I couldn't even find a person. It's a pity that I still keep your As for the photos, do you think I should beat you?"
Although he couldn't remember the past, Clark still felt very ashamed when Han Lang said this.
Memories can be erased, but the feelings in my heart will always be there. Clark believes in Han Lang. He becomes so excited when he sees himself. When he sees the picture of the earth, he can't help but burst into tears. These are the most sincere emotion.
"I.I." Clark stammered. I don't know what to say.
Han Langming is ten years younger than Clark next year, but at this moment he patted Clark on the shoulder like a big brother, and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing to say, the earth will never forget any earthlings, let alone abandon anyone Earthlings, as long as you are still alive, come back with me, what happened in the past is not important. What matters is the future."
Um!
Clark's eyes turned red, and he nodded heavily.
Han Lang lay relaxed on the ground. Looking up at the spotlights on the roof, he smiled and said, "It's great that you can come back, otherwise I would have to bear so much pressure by myself, and it would crush me to death sooner or later."
Clark seemed to remember something, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anyone else in my family?"
Han Lang nodded, "You are much luckier than me. Your father, your mother, and your sister are all living well. Originally, the federal government arranged good living conditions for them. But after you disappeared, they received a lot from the government. moved out of your house, and returned to the ranch where you used to live."
"It's probably because your sudden disappearance made them very stressed and sad."
Clark was taken aback and clenched his fists.
"Let's go, let's go home, my family must be very happy to see you." Han Lang said as he pulled Clark up.
go home
Such a kind address, Clark couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and his eyes became moist again.
As soon as Clark moved, the alloy chain that bound him rang.
Kacha~
With a light lift of Han Lang's wrist, a small knife protruded from his cuff and cut off the alloy chain.
Han Lang brought Clark to the door, and said to the stunned Horton, "Remove his genetic lock."
Horton was startled, frowned and said, "But he."
The corners of Han Lang's mouth curled up, and he said in a deep voice, "Trust me, your gene lock can't completely control him, and the money you should give will not be less. I want this person."
Seeing Han Lang's attitude of not being able to refuse, Horton reluctantly unlocked the genetic locks on Clark's hands.
Go back to the upper level of the prison along the way you came. As soon as Clark showed up, those Red Dragons shouted loudly. They were very excited, and they used not the common language of the galaxy, but the tribal language.
"What are they talking about?" Han Lang asked Clark.
"Oh, they're calling my name, Destroyer." Perhaps fearing that Han Lang might misunderstand, Clark added, "Destroyer is my name in the tribe."
Han Lang nodded slightly, and said to Holden: "Professor, I bought all of these people. To make you feel at ease, the genetic locks of the soldiers are still preserved, but please put away the genetic locks of the old, weak, sick, children and women." Let it go, give them something to eat, and charge it to my account."
Horton felt that there was nothing wrong with just releasing the genetic locks of children and women, so he arranged for his subordinates to follow Han Lang's instructions.
Han Lang and Clark inspected the cell full of slaves together. The Red Dragons, whether warriors or old men, all worshiped Clark when they saw him. In the cell, there were about 70,000 to 80,000 Red Dragons, the vast majority. There are also some foreigners who are not too cold about Clark, but they also look very afraid.
Clark stretched out his hand and raised his thumb, and the Red Dragon Clan also stretched out his hand from the prison cell, doing the same movement. The thumbs of both sides were together, which seemed to be a unique ritual of this race.
"This is the patriarch of the tribe, Mu Tata." Clark pointed to a spirited old man.
Han Lang took a closer look, and saw that this old man really looked extraordinary. The Chilong tribe all had red hair, and the brighter the hair color, the more advanced his bloodline was.
Although the wooden pagoda is already old. The red hair is like a burning cloud, extending from the top of the head to the back. This is also a characteristic of the Chilong tribe. Many people in the Milky Way discriminately call the Chilong tribe a red-haired monkey. Apart from this, the Chilong tribe and humans do not have much. different.
Han Langman gave a respectful salute to the wooden pagoda, and said, "I've met the patriarch. Now is not the time to speak. Please be patient for a while, and I will treat you to a drink when you leave here."
Mu Tata knew that Han Lang would spend money to buy himself and his clansmen, but he never expected that Han Lang's attitude towards him would be so good.
Nodding solemnly, Mu Tata said in the lingua franca of the galaxy: "The Destroyer is the number one warrior in our clan. He believes in you, and I believe in you too. You are a friend of our Chilong clan!"
Han Lang was startled, and said in surprise, "So you can also speak the lingua franca of the galaxy?"
Mu Tata sighed and said: "Most people in the clan will say that they have been hunted down by humans for thousands of years. The common language of the galaxy, battleship technology, and weapon technology are all compulsory courses in the tribe. All races that are not good at learning .It was wiped out by you humans long ago.”
Han Lang didn't say anything, human beings want to dominate the Milky Way. It was never good for foreigners, and Lao Mo once complained to Han Lang that most of the Kui people became skinners because they were forced by powerful humans.
Han Lang asked Clark to stay in the square in the center of the prison, and continued to communicate with the warriors of the Chilong tribe, and followed Horton to his office.
"There are thirteen five-star slaves. Two hundred and forty-five four-star slaves, three thousand one hundred and thirty-nine three-star slaves, and nearly 20,000 two-star and one-star slaves. The rest are all ordinary slaves and women. Children, old people, etc., total more than 150,000, so many slaves, do you really want to eat them all at once?" Horton handed Han Lang a form and asked.
"Really." Han Lang added: "I also need a large high-speed cargo ship and enough supplies."
Holden smiled slightly, "This is no problem, give me two days, and the slaves I put in other stores can be shipped here, and the cargo ships and supplies you want will be ready at the same time. As for the price, I will give you as soon as you go. Get a 20% discount, that quasi-God of War is a human being after all, and he knows you, so just let him leave with you, brother, let’s take this matter one step at a time, and don’t mention it again, do you think it’s okay?"
Han Lang nodded.
Since the emergence of a large number of index systems on the dark web, the price has become more and more transparent. Check the slave price index of the year to know what the current slave price is, and the average price over the past three months or a year is How much, 20% off the average price, is the final transaction price.
As for Han Lang's payment, it is also very simple. The dark web not only has a slave price index, but also a blueprint price index. Han Lang pays Horton a sufficient number of blueprints according to the current market price of the blueprints, and the deal is concluded.
Does Horton like to trade blueprints
I must like it. The blueprint is the hard currency of the dark web. Assuming that the star coin is used to trade, the amount involved in this business is as high as hundreds of billions. Although there are many financial experts in the dark web, it is still very troublesome to carry out the account. The star coin transaction After all, the system is also an open system.
However, paying with hard currency like blueprints only needs to be packed in a small bag, and the goods are cleared. When Horton needs money, he can cash out the blueprints at any time, so it would be no wonder if he didn't like Han Lang's blueprints.
As for Clark, how dare a smart person like Holden take money? Han Lang and Clark obviously know each other. If one day Clark comes to his senses and thinks about it, you caught me as a slave back then, and looking for Horton's back, that would be a big trouble
Two days later, a brand new Pro-class high-speed cargo ship set sail back to Earth.
Han Lang was in his room, connected to the interstellar dark net with a computer, and saw Zong Wudao. The stubborn old man still had the same serious expression as before, as if everyone owed him money.
"Teacher, I'm starting to return to the voyage. This time the deal with Holden is considered a success." Han Lang thanked Zong Wudao earnestly.
"It's a success?" Zong Wudao curled his lips and said, "It's a big profit. I didn't expect you to be so lucky. Buying a slave can find Clark, and Clark has become a figure admired by the Red Dragon Clan. The number one expert in the clan."
"You are not buying slaves, you are adding a heartfelt super army to the earth! Regardless of the reason why the Chilong tribe accepted Clark, based on my understanding of this race, as long as they recognize Clark as a brother, they will have nothing to do. Don't hesitate to sacrifice your life for him and for the earth."
"If I remember correctly, Clark's superpower is Tiangang!?" (To be continued.)