"So, this is the reason why you cross half of the city with thousands of living zombies, and all living people who dare to block the road turn into corpses and then resurrect, scaring the whole city to avoid going out?"

There is a large area of ​​building ruins, with gravel and rubble as the main theme of the block, with broken steel bars and burnt building materials everywhere. Among the ruins, only one room-sized area is still clean and tidy. Although it is open and the surrounding walls collapse in a distorted way, at least the ground is still flat and there is no construction waste.

There was a dining table there, and a group of people sat around the dining table. The food on the table had been removed long ago. There was no way. In this environment, dust would be flying when the wind blew, which was really not suitable for dining. However, the wine glass in front of everyone was still full. Even if the open air and the environment was harsh, it would not affect drinking and having fun. Well, having fun.

Several bar waiters dressed up as people stood upright around the dining table. These people were just members of the black market. They were not as thorough as traders and could not perfectly control their emotions. Therefore, although their services were very professional, their stiff movements and strange expressions all revealed their current mood.

It's really terrible.

Not afraid of danger. In fact, although these people will die, they all have backup electronic brains. After death, they will be transferred into a completely artificial body and will become like a trader. They are not completely dead. The problem is that even if a person who is not afraid of death, when he thinks of the invisible places around him, there are thousands of incomplete corpses that can move and move, it would be good if he didn't go crazy on the spot. Of course, it would be impossible for him to get better. The problem is that the poor guys still have to force themselves to serve their superiors. This is difficult for these young people.

"It will probably not take long before this city will fall into a crisis of faith." Mia said with a sneer, "You really dare to do it with a brainless exposure maniac. For the people, the city hall and the military can also use lies to cover up the battles on our side, but you, the zombies, may not be able to cover up the city. I hope that after the collapse of the world view, those citizens can reshape their faith as soon as possible."

"It's better than some mages who almost smashed themselves to death." Militi glanced at the mountain elves and sneered, "And, did the meteorite just now make a problem with your brain? The idiot's flat chest can actually say such stupid words? You underestimate the regime's ability to control public opinion too much. I bet, let alone just a wave of undead, even if I open the entrance to the land of the Dead here and let the water of the Styx wash the city, they can make up the most reasonable statements to make the people believe tomorrow."

"You can't open it."

Militi's mouth twitched, and she couldn't open it. Just as it was difficult for Shul to release his magic here, Militi could not summon the power of the underworld in this world. It was already the limit to be able to build a bone wall. It was like the existence that sounded exaggerated at the entrance of the Styx, of course she could not release it.

"Okay, you two don't have to argue anymore. The result is actually pretty good now." Shuer gently tapped the wine glass to draw everyone's attention. "At least for a long time, the people in power dared not act rashly anymore. Of course, even if they want to do something, they don't have enough strength now, so they can only endure it."

In fact, when he first arrived, he asked to keep a low profile, which required time to understand the surrounding environment. As his contact with the Sky City gradually deepened and his grasp of the current situation and power distribution of the city, he knew that hiding his identity was no longer so important.

Therefore, when Shuer never took any precautions to let the rescued people leave, he no longer planned to hide his identity. Militi and Mia understood his ideas, which led to such a high-profile creation of a large-scale tragedy.

The reason is very simple. In this absolutely closed environment, a few strangers appear as obvious as the silver moon in the starry sky. Hiding identity is simply a joke. Even if there are hundreds of thousands of people living in the city, shadow chasers who are strangers cannot integrate into it. They will soon be discovered by some forces and then coerced by this. Since this is the case, it is better to completely disclose your own existence, so as to win more possibilities. The problem is...

"Can't you be a little more tactful?" Looking at Delia, who was still in a state of despair, Shul sighed with a wry smile. Although the little girl was smart and cunning, she was still a child and was far less capable than adults. Like the president of the Black Market who was sitting opposite Shul, she had now returned to calm and looked at the shadow chasers thoughtfully, as if she didn't know the resurrection of the dead. Well, it's probably because he just used a spare body now, and his body was full of artificial organs. If he used his original body, it would probably be impossible to be so calm.

"The matter is so big, how do you plan to end it?" After pondering for a while, he breathed a long sigh, "It is not ruled out that you have stronger means that you have not used, and are strong enough to destroy the City of Sky, but I think this is definitely not your purpose, so how do you plan to end this war?"

"It depends on the President." Shuer patted Delia's head beside him and changed into a formulaic smile. "War is never an end, it is just one of the means to achieve the end. After the war is over, it is naturally negotiated and negotiated. However, after all, we have just had a war, so we always feel a little awkward when we come to negotiate on our own, so we can only ask the president to convey our willingness to seek peace on our behalf."

"Oh?" the president frowned, "Did Mr. Shure forget that we are the black market, a force that is opposed to the city hall and the military. I am still powerless to do anything you can't convey."

"Hehe, President, you are really good at joking." Xiuer squinted his eyes and gently tapped his thighs, and said slowly, "As long as there are legal items for control, there will inevitably be a black market. This principle will be no exception in any world. However, if the black market wants to operate normally, it is not enough to rely on underground forces alone. Well, if it is an environment with poor official control capabilities, you may only rely on underground forces, but once the official control capabilities reach a certain level, then the black market will inevitably have official forces participating."

"From the current situation of the black market in Guicheng, there are strong armed forces, large-scale trading commodities, and even artificial organ transformations. Haha, can it be achieved to this extent. Do you think it is convincing if there is no official support?"

"In my opinion, the situation in Guicheng is not too complicated. The Town Hall has acquiesced to the existence of the black market and will also provide convenience to the black market to a certain extent. I think there is a lot of inventory in the black market, but they are actually smuggled out of the Town Hall warehouse. Haha, as expected, that means at least most of the senior management of the Town Hall participated in it, and it is natural that the President will lead this line."

"As for the military, tsk, I'm afraid I've been competing with the city hall for the right to speak in the city. Well, can you ask me if the city hall should have an armed force that can compete with the military, right?"

"Well, there is." The president nodded without hesitation, "The special armor team in the city hall is equipped with the most advanced individual armor. Although the scale is similar to the heavy infantry of the military, its combat effectiveness is much stronger."

"The establishment and maintenance of this force will also be a contribution to the black market."

The president was silent.

"That's right. The military's purpose is to compete for the right to speak, not to destroy the city or take over power. Therefore, the best way is to attack the power of the special forces. Is it the method? It is to eradicate the supporters of the special forces, that is, the black market. I think it's strange that most black markets are just for money, so how could they choose to have conflicts with the military? I guess this is also to help the city hall deter the ready-to-go military."

"Ha, sometimes helping allies is actually helping yourself. If the military had not taken the lead in undermining the tacit understanding between all parties, we would not have chosen to conflict." The president chuckled and shook his head, "Mr. Shur looks young, but his vision is quite sophisticated. Are the people in your world like this?"

"Praise the Lord, give me the eyes to see through the true nature, praise the Lord, give me a calm mind." Shur painted a circle on his chest and said with a smile, "It is always necessary to rely on to be qualified to enter other worlds to communicate cultures."

"Well, it's a good reliance." The president looked around, not sure whether he was talking about destructive power or intelligence. "Okay, maybe I can connect you and the Town Hall to express your willingness to be peaceful, but we are the black market."

To be honest, everything on the black market can become a commodity, including an intermediary between two forces. Similarly, since it is a commodity, it must be paid. Black market merchants have always been synonymous with making money in the Sky City, and things that are not good can never be done.

"We should have enough money in advance." Shuer smiled and pointed to the surrounding ruins. "After this battle, although the military personnel can be replenished quickly, the weapons and equipment can be lost considerably. In addition, mechanical beasts outside are always watching. I think for a long time, they have no intention of provoking the black market again. Haha, I guess the top military leaders are now having a headache about how to make up for such a big loss."

The bloated president closed his eyes and sat motionlessly on the chair, as if a mountain of meat. Shure did not urge him, but just sipped the red wine provided by the bar with a playful smile. Well, he quickly put down his cup. The red wine was surprisingly unpalatable and was simply a mental pollution. However, thinking about the survival of humans in this world, it was already rare to make red wine. As for the taste? Let's forget it.

"Okay, but the advance payment is only enough for the black market to contact us." The president suddenly opened his eyes, "not responsible for promoting talks, let alone promoting transactions in negotiations."
Chapter completed!