Chapter 285 Pests... Maybe There Is Value in the Existence of Pests.

Zheng Yu and Mark entered Sand City almost swaggering, and reinforcements arrived after nearly ten minutes.

The skeletal warrior at the head had even more luxurious equipment, and even had a powerful cannon barrel on his shoulder.

However, by the time they arrived, the Goblin army had already disappeared.

Only the bodies of eight guards remained.

"Aren't these imperial soldiers very motivated? Just leave like that?"

Zheng Yu also wanted to observe the investigative capabilities of these skeletal soldiers. Unexpectedly, when the cannon captain saw that the guards were dead, he waved his hand and ignored them.

Mark hid in the corner and said: "I guess they didn't expect that someone would dare to break into the city controlled by the empire."

"You know, the word empire... means that it cannot be violated and cannot be disobeyed."

Zheng Yu frowned: "Since it is untouchable, where did we free mercenaries come from?"

Mark's answer was somewhat beyond Zheng Yu's expectation, "You are not good people either. As long as you give me money, you will do anything. Many of the ideas for persecuting aliens were even carried out by you yourself."

Mark had tried his best to suppress the disgust in his tone, but Zheng Yu still felt it.

Just like the system prompted him when he first entered the abyss.

Personal mercenaries are not good people.

Whether from the perspective of the empire or the aliens, the free mercenaries are just a group of pests who will do anything for money.

"Pests...maybe they also have the value of pests."

Zheng Yu thought about his position in the abyss and made plans for subsequent clearance.

Mark agreed: "That makes sense."

"After all, you are the organization that has survived the longest."

Zheng Yu: "You make me even more curious about the situation inside the mercenary group."

Zheng Yu's eyes lit up, there was another clue.

Zheng Yu now has two pieces of information. One is the history mentioned by Mark. He must find a way to pry Mark's mouth open, or use Mark to contact other historians.

The other is the phrase "the longest-living organization."

Maybe, in the free mercenary organization, you can get the key information for customs clearance.

"This kind of key information usually has to be obtained from important people, such as...the mercenary captain."

"That means... is upgrading the mercenary level the main goal in this abyss?"

Zheng Yu thought about it and took Mark into the center of Sand City. The city center was cleaner than Zheng Yu imagined, with clean streets, clean shops, clean... foreign races.

Clean in the literal sense, because he was hanging high on a pole without a single piece of clothing.

Been dead for a long time.

But it didn't rot or stink.

"This pole is also a bone equipment, specially used for antisepsis. The alien hanging on it is most likely the...opinion leader you mentioned."

"But it's a pity that he can't express his opinion now."

Seeing this depressing scene, Mark still kept talking without changing his expression: "That's what I said, why don't you care how many people die, because..."

"You're always going to die."

"It is better to die standing than to die on your knees."

"It's a pity that there are too few people of foreign races..."

Zheng Yu looked at the alien corpses on the pole with a complicated expression, and finally understood what Mark meant. This city was actually... dead long ago.

On the street, Zheng Yu could see foreign women passing by in a hurry. Every inch of their skin was wrapped in long clothes, and even their heads and faces were wrapped in black cloth.

and the "clean" alien corpse on the pole, forming two extremes.

Zheng Yu discovered that after entering Sand City, he no longer had to hide. The guards here were similar to the police and did not check the human race at all.

Even after meeting Zheng Yu, he would nod and say hello in a friendly manner.

However, Zheng Yu found that most of the guards would look at Mark in surprise and then ignore him.

It was as if...Mark was not worthy of being greeted by this group of guards.

Zheng Yu was a little surprised: "Do they know your identity as a slave?"

"But you don't have an electronic collar or a slave mark. How could they tell?"

Mark hesitated for a rare moment, then took a serious look at Zheng Yu, "Maybe... I guessed it."

Zheng Yu: "You have a problem."

Mark’s reply was still the same: “You have a bigger problem.”

"..."

The conversation, like a child's quarrel, did not last long because Zheng Yu had already found the location of the mission in Sand City.

A tavern.

Zheng Yu pushed the door open with Mark and entered, and the bustling tavern instantly became quiet.

Because the tavern... is full of aliens.

The aliens are easy to distinguish, with dark red skin, gill-like respirators on their necks, relatively long fingers, and dark brown pupils.

"Are you sure this is here?"

Mark hides behind Zheng Yu.

Zheng Yu glanced at the map again, then ignored the aliens staring at him and walked straight to the bar.

"Who's the boss?"

Zheng Yu asked.

No one answered.

Mark sniffed the smell in the air and muttered: "Unfriendly smell."

Of course it's not friendly, because this is probably the only place where aliens can rest unbridled, the only place of entertainment left to them by an empire.

After all... they are not slaves, just workers.

Always give them somewhere to release.

But it would naturally be unfriendly for a human of a different race to enter their "holy place".

However, no one dared to expel Zheng Yu.

Even if Zheng Yu was alone, even if Zheng Yu was not wearing skeleton equipment, the difference in status was still there.

The human race... was just nobler than the alien race.

"I'll ask again, where is the bar owner?"

Zheng Yu's tone was a little heavier.

A very young male alien said: "The boss usually doesn't come here. If you want to find him, you have to go to the rich area."

"How do I get to the rich area?"

The boy pointed in a direction, "Go straight ahead, and after passing a red fence area, it's the rich area."

"What's the boss's name?"

"Hank."

"What's your name?"

Zheng Yu looked at the boy and asked.

"Kammu."

"Okay, if the bar owner comes back, tell him that I have a business to discuss with him."

"What's your name?" Kanmu asked back.

"You don't have to know, tell him about the business, and he will understand."

After that, Zheng Yu took Mark out of the bar. After a brief silence, the bar returned to its previous bustle.

"With this atmosphere, I don't believe this city is as clean as it seems."

"This city feels like a bomb." Mark said, "There was a dead body of an alien just after entering, which is obviously a deterrent to the aliens."

"The deterrent of the body is the most direct, but also the worst."

"After all, the threat of death is already the lowest line."

"You can see the attitude of the aliens in the bar towards you. They have been suppressed for a long time, but they can still be polite to a human who strayed into their territory. This kind of politeness is very purposeful..."

"If they are very rude to you, they are still the aliens in my impression, but they hold back, which is interesting."

Zheng Yu nodded and said: "This shows that the body hanging outside is not the real leader, or there are masters..."

"In short, as you said, this city is suppressed like a bomb."

"It's a pity... there is no fuse."

"Why not, I will detonate it."