Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 512: The Rules of the Underground! (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"Look, this is a village under our control. The people inside are alive and kicking. Once the deal is done, we will immediately take blood and broadcast the medicine making live. If you want to experience the fun of making medicine, we also provide one-stop service."

What infuriated Martin the most was not that this broker sold people like commodities, but that in the photos he showed, the people whose blood was taken all had smiling faces, as if they were hit by pie in the sky.

In a country like Myanmar, farming is a dead end. The food you grow after working hard for a whole year cannot be sold at a high enough price and is not enough to feed a family.

Small households have no channels to sell the raw materials for addictive stimulants, and large-scale cultivation will attract the iron fist of Tokyo University.

These small countries prefer to rely on the international system to engage in some low-tech but quick ways of making money, such as fraud.

To put it bluntly, most of these young rulers do not care about the living standards of the people under their rule. They just want to make a fortune through illegal means and then move to the first world to live as expatriates.

As a result, a large number of industrial parks funded and built by Todai in neighboring countries have become gathering places for illegal activities.

As a result, those at the bottom of society are not even qualified to work in factories and sell their hard-earned money, because the country does not have enough projects to provide them with jobs.

In this situation, men often join some violent groups and become soldiers under warlords or thugs for gangs.

Women are even more miserable. They have to sell their bodies as a way out. Many prostitutes as young as seven or eight are sold to human traffickers by their families to provide special services to tourists visiting Southeast Asia.

So to some extent, this broker who uses human blood to make medicine is still a good person, because he wants these people to be alive, even though they are kept in captivity like animals.

Even after seeing all this, Martin had no intention of taking action against this guy because there was no point.

They are nothing but minions, worthless leeks, the product of the deliberate connivance of the rulers of this country.

Even without following common morals, just from a legal perspective, eighty percent of the people in this black market should be shot.

Even if Martin kills all the bastards in this black market, it will still be crowded with people tomorrow and continue to do this dirty business.

There are some crazy people out there who value money more than their lives. Not only are they extremely poor, but their families also have to sell their children just to survive.

Having reached this level of life, they don’t care what business they are in, as long as they can make money.

"How many villages like this do you have under your control?"

Martin pushed the phone away, took a few deep breaths, and asked.

The broker instantly became alert, took a few steps back, distanced himself from Martin, and asked in Mandarin: "Brother, are you from the north?"

“How come you see?”

Martin became interested and continued what he was saying.

"Only people from the north would be so kindhearted and show pity when seeing these photos. We would not show such behavior in person."

"To be honest, I really hope I can be reborn in the north so I don't have to do this kind of work to make a living."

The broker became more and more nervous as he spoke, as if he was about to escape from here at any time.

"That's a bit too much. Is there no good people in Naypyidaw?"

Martin really didn't expect the other party to give such an answer.

"Haha, in this poor and remote place, it's already hard to survive, so why would you care about good or evil?"

The broker said this in a cold voice, obviously mocking Martin's arrogance and ignorance of the sufferings of the world.

"In that case, I won't hide it. The reason I asked you how many villages you control is because I want to see your strength and whether you can take over my business."

Martin was not familiar with the market situation here and wanted to get something out of this guy first.

The broker did not answer, but did not leave either, obviously assessing the truth of Martin's words.

If a businessman foresees the danger, he will definitely avoid it to avoid losing his capital.

But these guys who make a living in the black market value money more than their lives. Even if he doubts Martin's identity, he is still hesitant.

Martin saw the guy's hesitation and pulled out a stack of US dollars like a magician: "What is the most valuable thing here? As long as you can answer it, this stack of US dollars will be yours."

"Of course it's news. Everyone is speculating on the cause of the rebellion and its possible impact. Even rumors are being hyped up to the sky."

After the broker knew Martin's purpose, he no longer cared about his identity.

In this market, good and bad people mix together, and investigators from all sides have arranged spies here. They do not want this window for obtaining clues to disappear. No matter which side they are on, they will abide by certain rules.

"Brother, what kind of information do you want? Just tell us. Our information is very real. As long as you can afford the price, we can provide the corresponding goods."

The broker took the US dollar bills from Martin, checked their authenticity using his own method, then smiled and resumed his previous enthusiastic service.

"Take me to see your boss. The information I want is not something a runner like you is qualified to know."

Martin gave the guy the money and started to boss him around without any hesitation.

The broker's expression did not change at all. Instead, he politely led Martin deeper into the black market like a servant, and soon they walked into a separate floor.

There were fewer and fewer people around, leaving only a group of armed security members and a few members who came here to trade.

These people covered their entire bodies, leaving no gaps, for fear that others would know their identities.

They saw Martin coming straight towards them and were all wondering about his identity.

"The world has really changed. How can such a foolish young man step into this place without any cover?"

"It's really stupid to set up the transaction location in this place!"

Martin listened to the comments of the people around him, and suddenly an idea came to him, and he began to comment sharply on the security situation here:
"You can't be a thief for a thousand days. If you set up a transaction in a fixed place, it will be broken into sooner or later."

The broker who led the way was smiling and didn't take Martin's words seriously at all.

Customers are God, and the rich are the masters. Even if this master is a fool, you must face him with a smile and not show any disrespect to them.

The broker repeated in his mind his training.

Martin pretended not to notice the change in the guy's facial expression and continued to point fingers at the situation around him.

Of course he knew that these shortcomings were deliberately created by the owner of this floor.

This broker is nothing more than a chess piece in the hands of others, a mere figurehead who has no self-control over any major events.

If that guy really dares to turn this place into a fortress, someone else will take his throne the next day.

"This is such a terrible place. I'm beginning to doubt whether you guys are scammers. How could you have valuable information if you are so unprofessional?" Martin followed the broker to a tacky and gold-decorated door and complained sincerely.

"Guest, please go in. Someone will receive you. I have other things to do."

After saying this, the broker ran away.

He had a feeling that Martin was a difficult guy, not easy to deal with, and would definitely cause trouble.

What's more, he has already made some money, not a lot, but enough.

Martin looked at his fleeing back, shook his head slightly, then pushed open the door. A hostess in cheongsam appeared in front of him, called him "sir" in a coquettish voice, and then stood there motionless.

This woman is very good-looking. She doesn't wear too many decorations like ordinary prostitutes. Her appearance alone is enough to give people a stunning feeling. She doesn't look like someone who is engaged in the flesh trade at all.

But why such a woman appeared in this place at this time is naturally self-evident.

“What a disappointment!”

Martin shook his head, turned around and left without any hesitation.

"Sir, please stay!"

He heard a voice behind him trying to persuade him to stay, but instead of stopping, he quickened his pace.

"Sir, please stay. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can just say it directly. How can you leave without even entering the door? If this gets out, it will be difficult for us to do business in the future."

An older man stopped Martin, panting, and apologized to Martin repeatedly. If necessary, he would even kneel down.

Martin sneered, "Unprofessional places like yours should be closed down. What did that woman mean by a honey trap? You guys think I'm a virgin who has never seen a woman. Who are you trying to scare by doing this?"

"I believe there is more than one company selling information here. I want to see if they are all as blind as you."

"Sir, you misunderstood! That female companion is just for fun. Every guest who comes here has this kind of service. It is definitely not a honey trap."

The manager who caught up with them was of course lying with his eyes open. They arranged this woman just to test Martin.

When doing this kind of intelligence work, there are usually several divisions.

One type is official investigators from various countries. Those involved in the black market cannot afford to offend such people, so they simply pretend they do not exist and act blind and deaf in front of them.

One type is the gangsters in their own country and neighboring countries. These people know each other well and are wary of each other, not revealing any flaws to each other.

The rest are individual customers, who make one-time transactions. Towards these people, the dealers’ attitude is just to take the money and be done with it, and they don’t care about the rest.

But now is a special moment, and Martin is acting very high-profile, which makes the boss here suspicious, so he tests him.

"If it is your tradition to match people with female companions, then I will leave even more."

Martin continued to act in cooperation with this guy: "I'm here to buy intelligence, not to sleep with women. You can't even keep the most basic confidentiality, so I'd better spend my money on others!"

After saying this, he was about to leave, but the steward who caught up with him kept stopping Martin and kept saying flattering words.

"Go away!"

Martin kicked out as fast as wind and lightning. Not only the people around him, but even the manager himself didn't react.

Before the steward realized what was happening, he had already flown out, rolled three or four times on the ground, and lay there groaning.

The guards around did not react until the steward fell to the ground. They immediately raised their guns and surrounded him from all directions, making it impossible to get out.

"Small places are small places. Not only do they do things crudely, but they don't even have basic logical thinking."

Martin's nitpicking about the comments here was deliberate, but the ridicule he now has for the people around him is not false at all.

"It's simply a fantasy that you weaklings like you can keep me here with just the firewood sticks in your hands."

Swish!
Martin drew the Snow Drinking Knife from his back.

The cold light flashes and is blinding!
This knife had no other characteristics except that it was fast and sudden. It was so fast that people couldn't react, and so sudden that they didn't even know what was happening.

It was not until Martin stood with the knife in his hand and glanced at everyone's eyes that they felt the coldness of his palm.

"what--"

Screams rang out one after another, and the people who surrounded Martin fell to the ground. Their hands and weapons turned into ice chips in the sword energy, and they became disabled from then on.

"You're wasting my time, idiot!"

Martin glanced coldly at the guards on the ground, walked around them and prepared to leave.

"What a arrogant boy! Where do you think this place is? How dare you be so presumptuous!"

Martin heard a loud shout from behind him, and murderous aura rolled in like a wave, hitting him directly on the back.

Since he stepped into this place, he has been practicing the Ice Heart Technique all the time. An icy heart illuminates his entire body. He listens to all directions and looks in all directions. No movement can escape his eyes.

Even behind you, you cannot escape his perception.

In the past, in order to protect China and fight against Jue Wushen and the Emperor of Japan, Nie Feng took the initiative to follow the First Evil Emperor to learn the magic sword. He combined the crazy blood of the Qilin in his body to form the true essence of magic, which gathered at the center of his eyebrows and turned into a magic eye.

Wherever there is qi, all secrets will be exposed when illuminated by this magic eye.

In the end, Bu Jingyun risked his life to pierce the evil eye, and the evil essence dissipated, allowing Nie Feng to return to the right path, and the evil eye also turned invisible.

Afterwards, Nie Feng created the Demon Heart Ferry, using his icy heart to control his body's mad blood demon energy, and he never thought of recreating the power of the Demon Eye.

But Martin did not have these considerations. He used his icy heart to control the magic essence. A thin black line appeared between his eyebrows. Everything around him was included in his perception, and the movement of all matter could not escape his perception.

So, he used his strong skills, turned around and swung his sword. Everything went smoothly without any obscurity.

The warrior kept by the owner of this floor looks like a middle-aged man, with a crew cut and gorgeous clothes. He has never used any weapon and only relies on his fists to travel the world.

He heard a strange noise coming from outside the door and rushed out directly. Seeing someone standing there with a knife, he roared without hesitation, then circulated his true energy, his body suddenly grew in size, and he swung out a pair of iron fists, creating a rolling fist wind that blew towards Martin like a storm.

Then, he saw a cold light and was attracted by it. Then he saw that it was a pair of clear and clean eyes. He turned back and glanced.

not good!

This guy had a good character and quickly broke free from Martin's gaze, but it was too late.

A shocking glance!
(End of this chapter)