Section 81 Human

"That's the slave we caught--"

The same mercenary identities as both mercenaries have relieved Andre's potential hostility. People in the wilderness will do things according to the rules, and so are mercenaries. The nameplate is the same as a license. Since the other party has a history, it proves that he cannot be regarded as a dangerous stranger.

"slave?"

There was no change in mood on Lin Xiang's calm face, and his black eyes were as pure as gems under the night. He turned around and pointed to the desperate woman among the prisoners and said, "If I remember correctly, only mobs can be sold as slaves. Are they also mobs?"

"Strong mobs can indeed be sold for good prices. But these guys are usually in groups and are very aggressive. Except for large-scale battles organized by large slave hunting groups or companies, ordinary mercenary teams are simply impossible to provoke them." Andre explained patiently.

"So, you will capture refugees and sell them as slaves?" Lin Xiang's words were slow and sounded a little careless.

Mercenaries usually do not regard refugees as targets to capture. On the contrary, the relationship between the two should be more appropriate for cooperation. Under normal circumstances, mercenaries who go out to perform tasks will choose refugee camps to supplement supplies. Compared with big cities, although the food and drinking water provided by refugees are of poor quality, the price is quite cheap. If you are lucky, you can even spend a small amount of money to find healthy virgins in the camp and the old wine that you accidentally get from the ruins. Refugees also welcome mercenaries to exchange materials, weapons, medicines, bullets, clothes, salt... These necessities of daily life that are difficult to obtain in the wild are actually more effective than money in the eyes of refugees. Without a map and simply relying on walking, no one knows when they will meet the next city or settlement. Exchange of extra resources for simple essentials is also a good way to supplement.

Occasionally, there are some mercenaries who are too greedy and ignore the rules to hunt and kill refugees. After all, they are a minority. The slave markets in big cities often do not accept such population transactions from abnormal sources. Various institutions and enterprises also clearly stipulate that refugees are prohibited from using them as slaves. However, under the stimulation of interests, there are still profit-willed people who will trade privately. As long as there is a potential buyer's market, such dirty underground activities will never be banned.

These words obviously classified them among the greedy black-hearted mercenaries.

Andre's face suddenly became a little ugly. Not only him, but the other mercenaries standing next to him also changed their fixed positions. They held guns with bad looks, slowly approaching the off-road vehicle from all sides, using Lin Xiang as the midpoint, and surrounded them carefully and cleverly.

"It's not what you think."

Andre tried his best to suppress his anger. The flesh and scars on his face squeezed each other because of tension, but the expression on his face seemed cruel and ferocious. If it were another person, he would have raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger directly. But now it is different, he cannot see through Lin Xiang's true strength. The other party's nameplate was engraved with the Sosbia logo and the "a" symbol representing the level, as well as the expensive armed off-road vehicle, which prompted him to give the most in line with each other's identity and interests in the shortest time.

He has a rough appearance but a very cautious and meticulous person inside. Otherwise, he would not have become the leader of this mercenary squad.

"In fact, these people are the goods we bought for money." After hesitating for a moment, he chose to tell the truth. Compared with the potential unknown danger, what is face worth? Moreover, the other party just said those unreasonable words while misunderstanding the facts.

Lin Xiang frowned: "Cargo?"

Andre didn't answer immediately. He narrowed his left eye slightly and stared at Lin Xiang carefully. His sophisticated but cunning eyes swept across the standard combat uniform of the Skeleton Knights, and then landed on the powerful AK rifle in the other party's hand. He stayed for a while and shifted again from the angle of his sight. The moment the focus of his eyes came into contact with the off-road vehicle again, the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank. There was no change in his face, but he turned his face slightly and shouted at the mercenary who had slowly moved behind Lin Xiang, saying, "Jack, what the hell are you standing there? And you all, come here for me-"

The mercenaries in the distance hesitated for a moment, then left their chosen positions and returned to the next to the three prisoners. The expressions on their faces were still stiff and alert. It seemed that nothing had happened.

Lin Xiang showed a faint smile on his cold face. He pulled up the AK100's insurance and put the rifle that was no longer threatening to return to the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle.

The mercenaries chose not to be hostile and they had to make corresponding actions. Of course, this does not mean that they are absolutely safe. The other party may suddenly attack at any time, and Lin Xiang also carries the amazingly powerful m500 pistol and enough bullets.

"Now, we should be able to have a good talk in peace." Lin Xiang's actions made Andrey feel a little relieved. He opened his pocket on his chest and wanted to take out two cigarettes as necessary communication methods before the conversation, but unexpectedly found that the two cigarettes were already the last stock.

Looking at the awkward expression on his face, Lin Xiang smiled slightly, reached out to take out a pack of unopened "marlboro" from his pocket and handed it over.

"Hey! This is a rare good thing-"

Andrey was surprised to tear open the seal on the surface of the cigarette box, pulled out two of them, and lit matches for himself and Lin Xiang. He grabbed half of the cigarette rolls from the paper box and stuffed them into his pocket, and then threw the few left to the other mercenaries. He turned around, took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to the three prisoners tied by ropes next to him, and said in a low voice: "These guys are indeed the goods I bought. In order to get them, I paid 1,800 Ferdinand dollars."

"Who sold it to you?" This is the question Lin Xiang is most concerned about.

"Two days ago, I received a D-level mission to explore the designated area. The reward was not much, only one thousand Ferdinand dollars. On the way back, yesterday, I encountered a medium-sized refugee camp. There, we exchanged bullets and salt for the required food and water. During the evening break, a guy who seemed to be the leader of the camp came to us and claimed that there was a batch of slaves for sale and asked me if I was interested in trading with him."

As he said that, Andre held the cigarette butt slanted to his mouth, and gestured with his hands seriously: "You know, people in the wilderness often sell children as goods. I have seen many such things. Those damn little ghosts will beg you to buy him. As long as they pay, they will follow you for one night at most, and they will sneak away. This kind of transaction and fraud are actually no different. I rejected that guy at that time. But he did not give up, claiming that the slaves sold were not just children, but also two other adults. As a result, I was interested in it."

"What then?" Lin Xiang nodded and slowly sucked the cigarette in his hand.

"I saw the goods and thought it was OK, so the transaction was settled. Surprisingly, in the middle of the night, they quietly cut the rope and slipped out of the camp. Fortunately, Jack was good at tracking. Otherwise, the investment would have been wasted. A total of 1,800 Ferdinand dollars! That was all the money on us."

Andre was very careful when he said this.

It can be seen that Lin Xiang has an inexplicable favor for these three prisoners. Therefore, he did not use any insulting words as usual. At the same time, he tried his best to push all responsibilities to the camp slave sellers.

Maximize your interests and minimize responsibilities and dangers. This is the survival code of mercenaries.

Lin Xiang raised his head and carefully captured every change on Andre's face with his deep eyes. The dispersed perception searched for the subtle differences between the other party's muscle contraction, blood flow rate, eyes and skin, and other sensitive parts. If the other party was lying, he would draw out his gun and shoot the five mercenaries on the spot. On the contrary, he would solve this problem in another way that belongs to him.

After a brief silence, Lin Xiang withdrew his gaze and shrugged: "I want to make a deal with you. Can you resell these people to me?"

As soon as he said that, a very strange look suddenly appeared on Andre and others' faces.

Lin Xiang's request was actually expected by the mercenaries. But they did not expect that the other party did not use force to threaten, but instead requested the transaction in a negotiated tone.

Andre was a little surprised, and his eyes surrounded by scars were faintly shining with excitement and cruel impulse.

Mercenaries have always believed in strength. Only the weak will use this kind of negotiation tone.

Andre, who had suppressed his violent desire, suddenly felt a little hot and his eyes became ferocious again. The expensive off-road vehicle seemed to have become his car, and the light gray combat suit with excellent texture seemed to have been worn on him.

From beginning to end, he did not feel any breath of a psychic person from Lin Xiang.

Maybe, this is an ordinary person who is very lucky, suddenly makes a fortune for some reason and likes to drive out and stroll around at night?

He stretched out his thick tongue and licked his lips. Andre subconsciously extended his right hand to the imitation m16 on his shoulder. Just as his finger was about to come into contact with the gun, he suddenly found that Lin Xiang, who was standing half a meter away, had disappeared, and there was only a afterimage that was quickly becoming blurred on the ground covered by the car lights.

More than ten meters away, Lin Xiang approached the three prisoners who were surrounded by them. He pulled out the dagger on his waist, cut off the rope tied to the other party with a strong force, and smiled and handed a bottle of radiation-free water with a black skeleton label to the boy whose arm had been loosened.

No one saw his movements clearly, and the whole movement was terrifyingly fast. Everyone suddenly felt the heavy pressure as if they were as mountains, and even their breathing was completely stagnant. The mercenaries who were eager to try were pale, and their eyes looked at Lin Xiang were no longer hostile. Instead, they were fear and horror as if they were looking at the god of death.

They knew very well what this amazing speed meant - this yellow-skinned young man was definitely not as simple as his appearance. As long as he wanted, he could kill all the entire mercenary squad in an instant.

"What is this guy's ability? Level 7 evolution? Level 8? Level 9? Or... it's even higher?"

Andre's face turned ashen, and the black cloth covering the blind eyes trembled violently with his facial muscles. The speed Lin Xiang showed made him feel unprecedented shock, not only completely dispelling his evil thoughts that had just emerged, but also allowing him to restructure his identities and positions.

"Can you resell them to me?"

Lin Xiang's question completely woke Andre up from his obsessive fantasy. He wiped away the cold sweat that oozed out of his forehead, and he responded in a hurry: "Okay, okay, no problem."

"I only have this kind of banknote. I wonder what the exchange ratio between it and Ferdinand dollar is?" As he said that, Lin Xiang took out a stack of skeleton dollars with basically black surface patterns from his pocket.

"This is a real hard currency, much more valuable than the currency issued by other companies. According to the public price, the exchange ratio is about one to two.2!" Andre swallowed, took a black banknote in awe, and flirted with the fixed anti-counterfeiting sign in the palm of his hand. Several other mercenaries also surrounded him and watched curiously.

Lin Xiang counted out ten skeleton yuan with a denomination of 100 yuan and handed it over.

"This, that's a little too much." Andrey licked his lips and looked at him uneasy. He only spent 1,000 to buy three slaves, and it was the banknotes issued by Ferdinand.

"If you have the chance to meet again next time, please invite me to drink." Lin Xiang smiled and stuffed the money directly into the other party's hands. He walked sideways around the mercenary group, walked straight to the off-road vehicle, opened the car door, and took out a few bottles of clean radiant-free water and bread.

He could kill all the mercenaries effortlessly. But there was no benefit in doing so.

In this chaotic era, it is better to have one more friend than to have one more enemy.

The middle-aged man who was freed from the rope looked at the scene in a daze. He subconsciously took the water and bread handed to his hand by Lin Xiang. A little excited blood oozed out from his pale cheeks, and he couldn't even say a word from his open lips.

Beside him, the trembling woman hugged the boy tightly in her arms. She stared at Lin Xiang's figure with gratitude, her lips and nose pressed against the boy's soft hair, and she choked silently.

"Mom, drink water." The boy handed the bottle in his hand to the woman. Like last time, he only drank a few sips.

Although, he was thirsty.

The sky was already dark, and the deep night enveloped the wilderness. On this cold night, the air was always filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Andre carefully stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, and finally took a sip of the "marlboro" cigarette that had already burned to his mouth, clamped the wet cigarette butts between his fingers, and ejected them hard towards the bushes in the distance. Under the dark night, a fluorescent arc flashed suddenly.

"How do you plan to place them?" He rubbed his nose, which was a little frozen, looked at Lin Xiang who had already entered the cab, and asked seriously.

"They are also humans and have the right to survive." Lin Xiang calmly gave an indefinite answer.

Andre tightened the slightly loose gun belt on his shoulders, frowned, and asked in confusion: "I have never quite understood why you want to save them? Don't tell me that you are for money. Even ghosts won't believe such words."

"Because they have the same yellow skin and dark hair like me." Lin Xiang smiled faintly, twisted the keys casually, and started the engine.

He did not lie, this is indeed the real answer.

"It's because of this?" Andre didn't give up. He felt confused and confused in his heart. Lin Xiang's actions completely broke his understanding of the wilderness and the world. Or, it should be said that it was incompatible with this world where the strong prey on the weak.

"How to say... If one day you encounter the same experience as them, I will save you too." Lin Xiang said seriously in the rear mirror in front of the windshield.

Andre was stunned and then asked anxiously: "Really?"

"Really." Lin Xiang nodded affirmatively.

"Why?" The burly one-eyed mercenary was a little surprised and happy. There was even an inexplicable comfort and impulse.

"Andre Kvallad."

Lin Xiang leaned out of the half-open car window and unexpectedly called out the full name marked on the mercenary certificate: "Human is a subjective word. This word may have many ways to explain it. But I think that the definition of human beings also contains at least some sympathy and a trace of essential kindness... You, me, they are all humans!"

The range of lights that can be exposed soon became smaller and smaller as the off-road vehicle that was moving away, the smoke and dust raised at the rear of the vehicle were quickly swallowed up by darkness and light.

Andre stood on the slightly wet sand with a blank expression, silently looking at the blurred headlights that had gone away, his lips covered by thick and hard beards, and he pursed them into a straight line that would not bend.

For some reason, he felt like he wanted to cry.

Jack walked over with his gun on his shoulder and looked at him strangely: "Boss, go back to the camp first! It's not safe to sway outside at this time."

Andre did not agree or object. He walked forward silently, muttering to himself: "He... is right."

"What did he say?" Jack stepped forward and asked with interest.

The night wind was very cold. Andrei felt that there was an indescribable and unusual warmth in his heart.
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