Chapter 1041 Big trouble, chain reaction of migration tide!
The sea water slaps on the giant flat bamboo rafts composed of hundreds of bamboo rafts, splashing fishy and salty water.
The humid and warm air made it hard to cheer up, and even the elegant female voice on the radio sounded hypnotic.
This is the huge wave sea area 5,000 nautical miles away from the New World. It is located on the northeast side of the New World. It only takes one month to reach the land by sailing at full speed.
Originally, because the magnitude of the disaster was only reduced by 40%, basically no humans haunted this area.
But recently, there have been more people going to the New World, and this place has gradually become lively, and there are a large number of individual teams every day.
Or trade and supply fresh food, or inquire about the news of the New World through the station.
There are also many, as in the broadcast, looking for mercenaries to defend against pirates that may appear nearby at any time.
At this time, there is a narrow hut built with wooden boards on the bamboo raft.
Just after reading the manuscript, the blond-haired Dorothy came out like an angry lioness, shaking her head.
"Remember, if they don't pay enough bounties next time, I will kill all such advertisements!"
"Ghost knows that we used a precious long-distance intelligence opportunity to exchange this thing."
Patting the straw paper on which the information was recorded in her hand, only endless dissatisfaction could be heard in her tone.
In fact, Dorothea would not have been so angry that she would angrily download the script before she even finished reading it.
If it was the past, the bounty price paid for this piece of information would have made her happy for a few days.
But now, due to the large flow of population, the rules of the message transmission at the sea station have changed.
The fee for the delivery of the message itself can no longer meet the needs of the station.
They need more valuable information to attract passing humans to buy detailed information, so as to earn the middle price difference.
For the purchase of this long-distance transmission of news, the giant wave station paid a price close to 300 swimming fish.
It's more than the reward of passing on two hundred fish!
"Advertising fees usually start at 500, and they want to use 200, dreaming!"
Looking at the crowded flow of people on the deck, no one came to ask for information.
Dorothea cursed again, angrily tore the straw paper in her hand into pieces, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Yes, she no longer wants to sell this news to other sea stations.
Since these damned guys dared to deceive her, they had to pay the price of not being able to deliver their own news.
Snapped!
She slammed the wooden door loudly, and the men standing nearby looked at each other in blank dismay.
Instead, a few naughty children were running around on the deck. Seeing that Dorothea was so angry, they ran to the trash can and took out the ball of paper as a prank.
For those who lack entertainment, this is the only fun at sea.
Soon, more than a dozen small fragments were put together, and the crooked font reappeared on it.
"Abba, Abba, can this 'Tianyuan' territory cure Hell Flower Virus?"
"Yeah?"
"Huh, that's really powerful. I heard that the hell flower virus in the New World seems to be very powerful. If you get it, you will die."
"They should be charging for treatment, right? Who knows if it's fishing law enforcement?"
"I seem to have heard the name Tianyuan before. I just can't remember where I heard it."
"Let's record their locations first. In case we go to the New World and get infected, there is still hope for treatment."
"That makes sense. This report doesn't include their location information? Could it be that Dorothea hid it on purpose?"
"No, no, we don't have the money to buy news from this vampire."
The men who were working did not discuss this, most of them just wrote down the name Tian Yuan and left in a hurry.
After all, this message is just an "advertisement".
They didn't get the "Hell Flower" virus. Wouldn't it be unreasonable to pay attention to this thing.
As for buying more detailed information from Dorothea, it's even more ridiculous. Who knows what kind of exorbitant price she will charge.
It's better to save more supplies and go to the New World as soon as possible!
It's not just on the side of the huge waves that the message transmission is blocked.
Since the change of station rules due to population movement, most stations have become more cautious when buying news.
There are only a few people who are as careless as Dorothea.
After hearing the general idea and judging its transaction value, most people shook their heads and chose another news.
And the rest of the people who bought it and found that it was just an insignificant advertisement also had different anger.
Those who are a little calmer can finish reading the news dutifully, hoping that someone will come to buy specific information.
Angry people like Dorothea simply put the sender "Tianyuan Territory" into the permanent blacklist.
And these, when the intelligence team in the giant tree root sea area on the edge of the coastline learned.
It's already the night of January 5th!
"These greedy things, do they want to make a fortune by selling information?"
Sitting in the crude information sending and receiving station, Bao Lei couldn't help cursing.
If he hadn't been idle and had been browsing the news on the World Channel, he would probably be kept in the dark by now.
The player with the id "Dorothea" sent three messages in a row with bottomless abuse, as if the territory owed her a lot of money.
And if what she said is true.
"Friends, calm down, calm down, we didn't know this was happening."
"Don't worry, we have received the rewards you paid, and we will definitely guarantee to deliver this news within 10,000 nautical miles!"
The man sitting across the table kept wiping his sweat.
Especially when he saw the pistol protruding from Bao Lei's waist from time to time, his whole body tensed up, for fear that the guy on the opposite side would burst into flames and shoot directly.
"Hall, we have already paid so much as agreed, it should not have happened."
Thinking that 90% of those who brought the supplies had paid for it, Bao Lei was so depressed that he didn't want to talk.
He even wanted to kill the boss directly, and let Li Daitao become the manager of the post station himself.
But with his hand on the butt of the gun, he remembered what the lord had told him when he came, and he had to force himself to calm down again.
The rules at sea are not as simple as those on land.
They have seen many times on the way here, those kind-hearted guys encountered "good opportunities" and behaved no more kindly than pirates.
If we say that the New World still has a trace of order because of the existence of the aborigines.
Then the sea area where the migration tide is breaking out is a chaotic killing field.
Fights broke out here almost all the time, and injuries occurred from time to time.
"Of course, of course I know, I promise you, brother!"
"Give me some time, and I'll fix this!"
Facing the questioning, although Hall was very annoyed, he still acted respectfully.
"Give you half a day at most, otherwise we will return the reward we paid."
"Yes, if you delay, you will be killed, a thing that does not keep promises."
"Don't pretend you don't understand, see? If you dare to compare nonsense again, I will shoot you directly."
"Didn't this guy blackmail our money on purpose?!"
Looking at the boiling Chinese people behind Bao Lei, Hall took a deep breath, stood up and apologized repeatedly.
Originally, he was in a good mood today. A large number of alien humans migrated, bringing a lot of opportunities to make money.
But now this group of people came to make trouble, which made him feel bad.
However, Hall did not prevent these people from getting angry on the spot.
This is the only rule he can abide by for such a long time, and he will definitely not break out in conflict with others.
I waited until I reassured and confirmed that Bao Lei disappeared from sight with a dozen people.
He just brewed his emotions for a moment, turned around and went back to the cabin, and took out a small red piece of paper from under the table.
There is nothing recorded on the front of the small piece of paper, and a decent skull on the back.
Picking up the quill pen on the table, he quickly started writing, covering the entire front in a short time.
After reading it satisfactorily and making sure there were no typos, he got up and went out to another area on the deck in a hurry.
As a post station near the coast, the scale here is much larger than that at sea.
A slum area was even specially designated to accommodate those unfortunate people who were in trouble.
When he came to an inconspicuous wooden hut, Hall knocked lightly on the door.
"Clarence, are you there? I need you to go out to sea and help me with some small things."
"Yes, you ordered."
"Give this little card to the blood slaves and tell them that if they can succeed, they will agree to what they asked me to do last time."
"Blood slaves? Aren't they pirates?"
"Shh, I don't want anyone to know about this."
Hearing Clarence's questioning voice, Hall's face changed and he raised his voice quickly.
As a prominent figure in the Giant Tree Root Station, he kept a lot of white gloves to deal with this kind of troublesome work.
It's just that there are too many times to deal with recently, and the number of reliable white gloves has dropped sharply.
A newly trained one like Clarence obviously doesn't know his mission yet.
"After finishing this matter, I will give you a thousand Hailang, and I will also find you a reliable tribe to go to the New World."
"At that time, you don't have to take your brother around anymore."
Sometimes emotions are also a weapon.
Hall is very good at attacking people's weaknesses, especially the poor who care more.
This is also one of his criteria for finding white gloves.
Those greedy blood slaves will not obediently send back the prey that came to their door, they will squeeze out the last drop of blood like animals to stop.
And when Clarence succeeds, his younger brother will also become the next reliable white glove.
At that time, he can easily trick him into carrying out the next mission by using the reason of looking for his brother.
However, the follow-up development this time was not as he imagined.
Clarence's doubts did not stop, but his tone increased a little.
"My lord, the Blood Slave has come to the station to sneak attack several times recently, and the manager of the station even offered a reward to find the ghost who leaked the news. Let me inform them now."
"Shut up, you stupid bastard."
Hearing the voice inside, Hall's face changed greatly, and his left and right hands involuntarily touched the gun stock at his waist.
Miscalculation, the white glove chosen this time turned out to be a guy with a brain.
Shouldn't he be focusing on the reward of one thousand Hailang?
When those white gloves in the past heard this reward, they were like beasts who had lost their minds, and they just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.
With it, not to mention going to the New World, you can step into the upper class even in the station!
but now.
Looking at the wooden door that was not locked, Hall gritted his teeth and decided to kick it open directly.
If it's just a question, then there's still some training.
But I already know about the bounty, and even got in touch with Blood Slave's recent successful sneak attacks.
"Son, you forced me to do this."
The darkness in the room caused the pupils to shrink for a moment.
For the first time, Hall didn't fully see where Clarence was standing.
He raised the revolver and carefully stuck it against the wall, blinking constantly to adapt to the environment in the room.
But in the next second, his raised arm couldn't help but froze, and the left and right sides of his head only felt a burst of metal coldness.
"Old fox, I think you are really tired of working."
Beside the thin and thin Clarence, Bowley was sitting on a stool with great determination.
Surrounded by four human beings with rifles in hand, it was unknown when a few people had quietly gathered around the door.
"It seems that you are the one who colluded with the blood slave?"
"No, you listen to my explanation."
Watching the card being drawn away by Bao Lei in horror, Hall subconsciously raised his revolver to aim.
However, the poor silly boy seems to have forgotten that he still has two guns on his forehead.
Just when he raised his hand, a booming sound rang in his ears.
In an instant, red and white splashed high, covering the whole room.
"Grass, why are you beating him?"
Looking at Hall whose head had exploded, Bao Lei, whose face was splattered with blood, was stunned.
He originally thought that he had this excuse, just to coerce Hall into interrogating useful information and completing the task by the way.
Now, when the gun is fired, everything changes.
Big trouble, I'm afraid it's coming!
"He went off, he went off by himself."
The innocent soldier pointed to Hall's left hand, only to see that the gunpowder smoke was still lingering on the revolver.
Under the high tension, he subconsciously aimed with his right hand, but forgot that he was holding the gun in his left hand.
Pull the trigger, and the muzzle moves up inertially just to align with the head.
"What an idiot who can beat himself to death."
"Trouble, this time there is really big trouble!"
Fortunately, this revolver was equipped with a noise reduction device, coupled with the beating waves, it did not attract attention in this slum area.
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Bao Lei wiped the blood from his face, his heart was in a mess.
The news failed to get out, and now it's in big trouble again.
The manager of this giant tree root sea area has an army. Although the number is not large, only about 500 people, the combat level is also amateurish, and they can't even repel one-tenth of the pirates.
But if you are entangled by them, you will definitely forget about the subsequent information transmission work.
The manager of this inn will definitely blacklist several people. If they are unlucky, the territory may also suffer.
At that time, everyone passing by will know that there are gangsters from the "Tianyuan" territory.
Angrily punching the floor, Bao Lei stood up without saying a word.
"Deal with him, we have to solve this big trouble ourselves!"
"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely not let people find traces."
"I will go back and control his subordinates now, and no one will leak the news."
"By the time they find the dead, we'll be gone."
The other fighters in the room obviously thought of the consequences, and rushed to make suggestions.
Just hearing their words, Bao Lei's already swollen head hurt even more.
He couldn't help but look at the only outsider in the room, the thin boy who Hall regarded as a white glove.
However, to his surprise, the child didn't have the slightest fear, but excited instead.
"Sir, you have done a great thing!"
"oh?"
"You have found the traitor at our Giant Tree Root Station, we no longer have to fear the blood slave's sneak attack!"
"What?"
"Your characteristics are written on this card, Huo Huoer definitely wants to ask the blood slaves to kill you."
"We should go to the manager right now, the five thousand Hailang bonus is ours!"
The thin boy's eyes were bright, and he held up the blood-stained card and said excitedly.
