1031.Jebble's Vault (Part 1)
"Kuruuru was killed? When? Where?" Das-Malthael frowned and asked the drunk mercenary in the bar.
"Hi!! Kuruuru is just a small character, and he can't compete with Spider Venom Gang for territory. Every time he took people out to stir up trouble, he was beaten to shame, and those subordinates were no longer willing to hang out with him." This mercenary was also a Kubbit. As soon as he got drunk, the long snake letter was hanging limply on the table, and his saliva was flowing down.
It still doesn't affect my speech, which is amazing.
"So Kuruuru was killed by Spider Venom Gang?" Das-Malthael asked.
"Hahahaha... Of course not, Spider Venom Gang had too much time to take care of himself during that time! Hahahaha, you are from outside, maybe you don't know, the one who killed him... was Separatists." The mercenary said mysteriously.
"Our planet is loyal to Galactic Republic, right? Will Separatists come over?" Das-Malthael asked.
"Hahahaha, you don't know this... you don't know this... hehehehe..." The mercenary seemed to have seen the opportunity, raising his hand to make a gesture of giving money, and laughed.
Das-Malthael was not polite and took out a bag of credit ingots and threw it on the table. There were still some black stains on the money bag, and it turned out to be the money bag he had thrown to the ice diggers at Jubal planet.
The mercenary's eyes lit up, and he greedily pulled the money bag over and hid it directly in his clothes. Then he lay on the table, leaned over and whispered, "Brother, you have found the right person. There are some things that only I know!"
This was too much money, at least several thousand credits. The mercenary was afraid that Darth-Malthael would go back on his word, so he began to brag, "I happened to be nearby when Kuruuru was killed! It was Separatists who killed him! I am sure! I saw robots! Both B-1 and B-2! If you ask others about these things, they will not know at all..."
"Half a year ago? Half a year ago General Grievous of Separatists was unfolding Festival Offensive, Galactic Republic's defense line was rushed to pieces, Separatists's troops should be concentrated there, how could they come here? You also said that Kuruuru is just a small role." Das-Malthael's voice turned cold.
The mercenary quickly said, "Really! It's absolutely true! Let me tell you... there are some underground rumors, but they are not true, but if you combine them with what I saw, they are almost the same!"
"What did you see?"
The mercenary tightened the money bag in his arms. Seeing his appearance, Das-Malthael said coldly, "The money is yours, I won't take it."
The mercenary then said, "Kuruuru has gone crazy due to repeated failures in grabbing land. I heard that he spent a lot of money to buy a treasure on the black market, which is... the group of ice diggers on Jubal planet, their legendary treasure. This is so fucking outrageous, Kuruuru almost lost everything for this treasure! But he didn't even think about it, if it was really a treasure, maybe he could buy it on the black market?"
"What does this treasure look like?"
"Haha, you asked the right person! Look, your money was not in vain! You see, everyone thought that Kuruuru was wiped out overnight and was done by other gangs, but I know... he was killed by thousands of robots! And when those robots left, I saw... Haha, I saw it!" The mercenary said mysteriously, "Uhumele (Uhumele)!"
"Uhumele, whose ship is it?"
The mercenary hugged the money bag in his arms tighter, "You won't ask me for money again, will you?"
"If you ask again, that's not necessarily the case."
"Okay, okay, it's Schurk-Heren, a Yarkora (Yarkora) smuggler... This is a Maka-Eekai L4000 Transport. This is a good ship! 66 meters long, thick armor, fast..."
"Where is he?" Das-Malthael interrupted him directly.
"New Plympto (New Plympto), now you know where those robots came from, right? New Plympto is a Separatists planet! Shulk-Heron must have given Separatists some false information, and asked Separatists's robots to attack Kuruuru, and then took the opportunity to take away the treasure!"
"So, it was this Uhumele spacecraft that took away the 'treasure'?"
"That's right! Shulk-Heron dug out a large coffin from under the ruins, at least three meters long, completely enclosed! Then he took the spaceship into his own spaceship and walked around to make sure that it was not discovered before leaving. That thing must be a treasure!"
Das-Malthael said calmly, "One last thing, take me to the ruins that night. Then, you can leave."
The mercenary looked at Das-Malthael's sinister look and hesitated.
"You can drive your own vehicle, and I'll just ride along." Das-Malthael said.
"Okay... I'm warning you! You give me money, I'll tell you the information, and we'll settle the matter! Don't play any tricks!" the mercenary threatened.
"To me, money is the lowest price thing." Das-Malthael said lightly.
An airspeed boat passed by at low altitude. The mercenary drove his car drunkenly. The driving process was thrilling, but Das-Malthael sitting beside him was as steady as a rock.
Soon, the airspeeder came to the edge of a mountainous area, and could see a building complex that had turned into ruins in front of it. Judging from the scale of the ruins, it could accommodate at least one or two hundred people.
"More than half a year has passed. The corpses have been searched by scavengers several times, and the rest have been picked up by wild beasts, as well as the remains of some robots. Now everyone thinks this place is unlucky, so it is deserted." The mercenary waved his hand, "There is nothing to see here, so you..."
His voice was suddenly interrupted, and at the last moment, he found himself seeing Darth-Malthael. But, he is clearly standing behind me?
The corpse of the mercenary, whose head was twisted 180 degrees, slowly fell to the ground.
"The money is yours, I promised." After Das-Malthael finished speaking, he drove the airspeed boat away, leaving only the gradually cold body and the money bag in his arms.
"What are you talking about? Someone wants to buy 'Jebble's Vault'? How does that person know that the thing is in my hands?" The leader of the smuggling gang, Yarkora Shulk-Heron, looked at the middleman in the holographic projection and asked with a frown.
"That person offered a high price, 500,000 credit points, paid in cash. For someone who has the ability to easily take out the money, you'd better not ask where his information came from." The middleman said.
"500,000 credits? My brand-new Uhumele is only 180,000... This money is more than enough to buy a spaceship over 100 meters long..." Shulk-Heron thought while stroking the beard on his chin, "It's not that there's not enough money... It's just too much... You know, sometimes money is very hot. You know what the buyer is like, right?"
"My suggestion is, even if you add more money, it's better for this transaction to be successful. Otherwise... maybe the money will not be obtained, and the life will be lost. This buyer..." The middleman shook his head.