"Are there pigs again?" In the dark basement, Bol was counting a ragged but unconscious slave.

This is the abandoned planet S2971, a no-owner’s land. No force is willing to accept it. Because it has no value, it has become a den of interstellar slave traders.

"Well, it was stolen from a certain laboratory. It came out of the endless abyss that destroyed Lan Ge's civilization some time ago." The visitor casually threw an unconscious man into the prison with a very serious tone.

calm.

This attracted Bol's attention: "This is a rare commodity, and you can make a lot of money."

Everyone knows that rare things are valuable.

All interstellar civilizations are very curious about the special civilization of the Endless Abyss, and there are many commissions to purchase abyssal spirits at high prices on the black market, but so far no one has completed it.

These abyss monsters are all A-level transcendent beings. Not only do they possess A-level armors, they even carry a strategic-level mecha with them. Is this something that normal forces can afford?

Anyway, the person who did it was cut into eighteen pieces on the spot, so the slave has not been released so far.

And this experimental subject can be regarded as the first slave to emerge from the endless abyss.

"How did you catch it? I remember the environment in the endless abyss. Even the most powerful Yuan Fei tribe couldn't hold it for long." Bol still asked cautiously, because he was an experimental subject, who knows?

Whether it is an experimental object that has been subjected to dangerous experiments.

This type of experimental product is not a good thing, and you must get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise you may not even be able to protect yourself.

"I don't know, I'm the second hand." There was a hint of indifference in the other person's tone.

"Second-hand person? What about the first-hand person?" Boer was a little surprised. This is a lot less money.

"He's dead, hurry up and settle the bill, I still have to send money to his wife and children."

What the other party said made Bol feel a lot more at ease. Anyway, no one can bring anything out of the endless abyss. This is the first case.

"Okay, but I have to inspect the goods first. After all, who knows if you just randomly found an experimental product from another laboratory and passed it off as a fake." Boer is not a fool, so what if you say so? So what if it's a scam.

Monitoring was carried out soon after, and as the instrument started to click, Boer breathed a sigh of relief.

"The concentration of the power of the abyss is as high as 75%. It seems that it is indeed produced by the endless abyss even though it is not dead, but it only has half a life left."

The tester in Boer's hand was naturally developed by a large force, but it was not used for sale and was only circulated to these special organizations.

It's true that he is an interstellar slave trader, but he is not a simple interstellar slave trader. He has enough power behind him. Otherwise, how could he do such a hugely profitable business? He would have been treated as a political achievement long ago.

It is precisely because of this that I have such an instrument in my hand.

"It has a certain amount of abyss resistance. It seems that the purchase price of the big forces is not low. How do you plan to sell it?" Bol asked.

Under normal circumstances, 5% of the infection by the power of the abyss will cause distortion, but up to 75% of the experimental subject in front of us still maintains a humanoid appearance, indicating that this person has enough resistance to the power of the abyss, which is important for all major

This is simply good news for the forces.

"One price, no counter-offer," the other party said.

This meaning is also very obvious, that is, let Boer set a price and sell it if it is suitable. If it is not suitable, just switch to another one. After all, he is not the only slave merchant on the abandoned planet S2971.

"Ten million star coins." Bol said directly.

"Okay, bearer account, arrange a spaceship, you should be able to do it." After the other party finished speaking, he calmly seemed to have determined the other party's whereabouts.

The slave trader was able to offer 10 million Star Coins, which shows that the person behind Bor is the Star Empire.

This price is actually enough. The Star Empire has not experienced serious inflation. These ten million Star coins are enough to make him rich for three generations.

If you don't practice and just become a citizen of the Empire of Stars, you will have no problem eating and drinking lavishly for three thousand years. After all, at this time, ordinary people can live without having to buy arms or pay high medical bills, which is naturally enough.

For example, the task of protecting the scientific research team of the White Sea Mercenary Regiment only costs one million Star Coins in total. It seems like a lot, but in fact, if it weren't for Wang Wei, it would not be his turn to get it. Most of the usual mercenary tasks

They all fluctuate around 100,000.

This is all done at the risk of one's life, and since extraordinary beings spend a lot of money, it is naturally not enough.

"The account has been received. Turn left when you go out and someone will take you away." Bol said with a smile.

After the man checked the funds in his account and made sure that there was no problem, he stood up and left. However, before he could walk out of the door, his head exploded and splashed all over the floor.

If it did not involve confidential slaves, even some special aliens, Bol would not do this, but when it came to the Star Empire, he naturally had to be more cautious.

What's more, he is just an interstellar slave catcher, and if he dies, he will die.

"Take care of it. I'll contact the boss and take good care of this experimental product." Bol asked his confidants to handle it. Those who can stand here are basically people from the Star Empire, and he is naturally the same, so there is no need to worry about anyone betraying him.

As a white glove dispatched by the Empire of Stars, Bor naturally knew about the situation in the Endless Abyss. This special civilization was spread around the territory of the Empire of Stars, cutting off the main transportation routes to other civilizations.

If the empire can master abyss resistance, then the Endless Abyss will lose a huge advantage, and it can also develop special weapons based on its genes to deal with the group of abyss spirits.

Bol is very clear about these things. He has enough ability. Otherwise, how could he be placed in this land of no one? Without enough ability, these greedy villains would have been wiped out.

The report will be completed quickly, and the Empire of Stars will arrange for someone to come over and hand over the report within three days, and then send the person away.

'Am I really willing to do this?'

Suddenly, this sentence came to his mind.

He sent away the experimental product, but the credit was not his, it would only be the credit of the person who took over, because they could not see the light of day.

Therefore, Bol was somewhat unconvinced.

"Oh, what can I do if I don't give in?" Bol laughed at himself. Today's life is still very good. In this abandoned planet S2971, he can be regarded as an overlord. His freedom is much more comfortable than in the Star Empire.

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'Did the Star Empire really help me?'

Another question came to mind, is there such a thing? Maybe there is.

He couldn't help but recall the time when he first came to the abandoned planet S2971. At that time, he was a fledgling and had just graduated from the Imperial College. Not only was all his files removed, but he was even assigned a death certificate. At that time, he was very passionate.

Now, it's cold.

"I can't go back. Even if I wanted to go back, I'm afraid the Star Empire wouldn't accept a slave trader." Bol was very unwilling.

At this moment, the unwillingness kept pouring out. He had done countless dirty jobs for the Empire of Stars over the years, and now his wanted order was still hanging on the Empire of Stars.

I'm afraid it will be time for execution on the day I return.

'What will happen if one day I grow old?'

As soon as this question came up, Bol couldn't help but shudder. He was in his prime now and had nothing to do. He could do it later.

Will he end up dying in the gutter like the slave trader he replaced?

Will the Empire of Stars stand up for him? It's impossible. Maybe the person who replaces him is a new person arranged by the Empire of Stars, just like when he came to the abandoned planet S2971.

"I have to save myself while I'm still young!"

In the past, he did things for the empire without expecting anything in return, but now that he has realized it, he understands one thing. His own value has never been very great. The so-called saying that he can go back as a first-class citizen after he has accumulated enough merit is probably the same.

A lie.

He doesn't even have a profile anymore and is just a dead person in the Empire of Stars. How can he get any credit?

Some people may remember who he is, but no one will take him back from the Borderlands.

"I'm just a chess piece. I haven't become a discarded piece because I still have value."

The thought in his mind became Bol's only thought. Everything seemed normal, but also very abnormal.
Chapter completed!