"I want this!"
Balen just crossed the door frame and rushed to the booth.
In the center of the booth was an engine core half as tall as a man.
A corner of the shell is missing, dark red energy is circulating inside, and several circles of Machine God Cult pattern lines cover the surface.
"Theocratic standard curvature core!"
Balen walked half a circle around the booth and squatted down to inspect the base.
"The seventh-generation model, the packaging buckle is still there and has not been disassembled."
He said and went to press the start button.
Bang!
A bloody long knife fell, and the tip of the knife was nailed into the metal table, only half an inch away from the back of Balen's hand.
Balen stopped and looked down at the knife.
"What do you mean?"
The person who came was wearing a black deacon's robe, the left half was still flesh and blood, and the right half was replaced by a mechanical structure.
The mechanical eye locks Balen, and the red aperture tightens.
"Remind you, don't touch Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce's things."
Balen retracted his hand and pointed at the core inside the protective shield.
"It's not for sale?"
"Of course."
The mechanical butler pulled out his long knife and wiped off the blood on Balen's clothes.
"Machine God Cult seventh generation curvature engine core, 90% new, 30 million star coins."
Balen looked down at the dirty clothes, then raised his hand and touched the crack in the core shell.
"Thirty million?"
"The shell is cracked and three sets of energy circuits are burned out. Do you call this 90% new?"
"If it can be started, it is 90% new."
"What if it doesn't start?"
"After you buy it, you can check it as you like."
Balen was very angry.
"You won't let me inspect it before I buy it, but I'll have to inspect it myself after I buy it?"
"Yes."
"Can I return it if it breaks?"
"Can't."
"Then I'll buy a hammer."
Balen turned to leave.
The long knife moved sideways and was placed in front of his neck.
The mechanical deacon stretched out his metal finger and tapped twice on the protective cover.
"You touched it."
"I touched the button."
"In Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce, touching the button counts as buying something."
"So?"
"Thirty million star coins, not one less."
Mechanical Deacon's scan line scanned from Balen's shoulders to his hands.
"If you don't have any money, just keep your two hands. The Chamber of Commerce will collect the nerves to transform the complete dwarf limbs."
Balen looked down at his hands, turned around and shouted.
"Brother, I've let someone mess with me."
Lin Feng is still standing at the door.
There were at least hundreds of guests in the hall. No one left at this time, they all stopped in place and watched the fun.
There are also Chamber of Commerce guards standing behind the guardrails on the second and third floors.
Lin Feng After scanning a circle, he walked over.
"This is the rule you said, right?"
He passed by Mori and mentioned it casually.
Mori hurry up and follow.
"Mr. Lin, the rules at Black Market are indeed different from those outside."
"What's the difference?"
"The goods here have a special origin. If a customer touches it, it may leave a scent or trigger an internal seal. Therefore, many chambers of commerce stipulate that touching the goods is equivalent to confirming the transaction."
"Is it written on the door?"
"Old customers know it."
Lin Feng didn't stop.
"Are we regular customers?"
Mori opened his mouth but did not answer the question.
The mechanical butler put the long knife on his shoulder, and the mechanical eye scanned Lin Feng again.
The door flew into the hall just now, and he could see it clearly.
But being able to tear down the door only proves that you are strong enough.
There is no armor, no weapons, and no high-level energy fluctuations on his body.
He has dealt with more than one such person.
"First time here?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll pay some tuition today."
Lin Feng stopped in front of the booth.
"Thirty million?"
"Still two hands."
The mechanical butler raised the blade and reattached it to Balen's neck.
"It's up to you to choose."
The adjutant stepped forward quickly and took out the inspector's emblem that Herman gave him.
"Look clearly."
"We are from Silverfrost Empire Seventh Border Defense Fleet. This is the distinguished guest of the Inspector."
The mechanical eye emits a blue light and sweeps across the surface of the emblem.
"It's true."
The adjutant handed the emblem forward.
"Then get out of the way."
"No."
The mechanical deacon raised his hand and pushed away the emblem.
"This is Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce, Silverfrost Empire's military uniforms are useful outside. Entering this door can only prove that you can afford it."
The adjutant held down the weapon at his waist.
"You want to detain someone from the imperial military?"
"Stop using the military to oppress me."
The Mechanicus points to the Mechanical Palace sign above the hall.
"How many energy modules and battleship parts does the Chamber of Commerce supply to the Empire Military Department every year? Can you, an adjutant, find out?"
"Don't talk about you. The inspector came in person and had to buy the goods according to the price."
The adjutant's face darkened, and his palm had already clasped the handle of the gun.
Lin Feng Hold his wrist.
"Don't worry, they are still following the rules."
Mori took the opportunity to squeeze in between the two parties, and first offered his hand to the mechanical deacon.
"Sir Deacon, these are indeed the guests of Governor Tyler."
The Mechanicum turned to him.
"Have the three batches of payment owed by the Governor to the Chamber of Commerce been settled?"
Mori's hand stopped in mid-air.
"The Governor's Mansion is making preparations for this matter."
After he finished speaking, he turned to Lin Feng.
"Mr. Lin, behind Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce is Bloodthorn Consortium. There is really no need to make the matter bigger just for 30 million star coins."
"I suggest you buy the core first. As for the price, the Governor's Office can coordinate and try to pay it in installments."
Balen pulled at the collar that was pressed by the blade.
"Why didn't you tell me just now that you have to buy it if you touch it?"
Mori spread his hands.
"I didn't expect you to reach out directly."
"Is it still my fault?"
"Mr. Balen, that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
"You guys have just arrived at Graycrystal Star. There is no need to take the narrow road."
Mori spoke politely, but took two steps back to the side, completely giving up his position in front of the booth.
The adjutant glanced at him and understood.
If Lin Feng takes action, Bloodthorn Consortium will keep an eye on them.
If Lin Feng admits his failure, most of the thirty million star coins will fall on Herman.
The Governor's Mansion is worth every calculation.
The Mechanicum waits no longer.
The blade of the blade pressed down, and the clothes on Balen's shoulders split open.
"Money, or hands?"
Balen didn't hide.
"Brother, this core is worth at most five million."
"What happens after it's repaired?"
"It can sell for fifteen million."
Balen Immediately hold the bottom of the core and check the interface through the protective cover.
"As long as the identification lock of Machine God Cult is removed and replaced with our own energy supply protocol, the distance of Warp Jump of a battleship can at least be tripled."
"That's enough."
Lin Feng Raise your hand to open the transparent protective cover.
The Mechanical Deacon did not stop him, but instead put away his knife and gave way half a step.
The protective cover has been opened and the goods have been taken.
At Heavenly Palace Chamber of Commerce, no one has ever dared to take the third step and default on their debt.
Lin Feng Hold the curvature core with both hands and turn it over to check the bottom.
The three energy tubes have been broken, and there are black marks left by ablation near the interfaces.
One of the packaging buckles is not loose, and the core structure inside has indeed not been dismantled.
"A bit old."
The mechanical deacon snorted coldly.
"What you bought for 30 million yuan is the technology of Machine God Cult, not this shell."
"That makes sense."
Lin Feng throws the core to Balen.
Balen hurriedly caught it, but was pushed back three steps by the weight, and his back hit another booth.
"Brother, do you really want to buy it?"
"Take it."
"We have no money."
"You don't have to spend money to buy things."
Several low laughs sounded in the hall.
The mechanical deacon also raised the back of the knife and struck Lin Feng on the chest.
"Want to use something else to offset the bill?"
"Okay."
"You have good bones. If you take them apart and sell them, you should be able to get some of them."
He pointed the tip of the knife at Balen.
"Let the dwarf take care of the rest."
Lin Feng ignored the long knife on his chest.
"You just said that if you touch it, you have to buy it?"
"Yes."
Lin Feng raised his right hand, not moving quickly.
The Mechanicum stood motionless.
Starcore Realm is perfect, the half body has been modified, and there are three sets of melee weapons installed in the body.
Lin Feng is not even wearing a battle armor, so there is no need for him to hide.
Lin Feng's palm pressed on his mechanical chest.
Boom.
The metal shell on the chest sank inwards.
Mechanic Butler lowered his head to inspect the recess.
"What are you doing?"
"Touch you."
Lin Feng spread his five fingers and pressed down on the guard plate of the reactor that was still running.
"According to the rules you just set, if I touch it, I have to buy it."
Two sets of fault codes flashed continuously in the mechanical eye.
"Can you afford it?"
"Affordable."
Lin Feng raised his head.
"This broken core belongs to me."
"Price..."
His palms continued to press down.
Click!
The composite armor on the deacon's chest cracked five slits, the internal transmission gear jammed on the spot, and the overload alarm exploded from the mechanical body.
"I touched you too."
"Your life belongs to me now."