A person in Marvel, a system worker
To Cook's astonishment, Mike approached this "acquaintance" and placed the large bag he was carrying on the ground.
Duang!
The ground trembled slightly even though Mike handled the weapons and armor of nearly twenty people with care.
"That strength..."
In the trading area, many people swallowed hard, their lips twitching. With that kind of strength, few in the trading area could match him. Now, no one dared to treat Mike as a "weak and fragile" fledgling anymore.
The bag wasn't tied tightly, and a large pile of weapons, including guns, broadswords, daggers, arm guards, and armor, were scattered everywhere.
"I didn't realize you were playing dumb to fool others."
"Of course! See that big gun? Does it look familiar?"
" The Galactic Reavers have been caught off guard this time."
"Hehe..."
There was much discussion around, with many more gloating. The thugs, fearing the Grandmaster's power, dared not cause trouble in the trading area. However, as long as the losses were within acceptable limits, most of the vendors chose to swallow their anger and try to lower prices or steal some low-value items.
The noise bothered Mike.
A cold gaze swept over them.
The vast trading area was eerily quiet.
Are there people here who specialize in appraising items?
Mike asked Cook.
"No."
Cook answered cautiously, "However, most mass-produced items can be identified by instruments."
Cook took out a tablet-like device, scanned it among the pile of weapons, and the tablet immediately identified the weapon and armor models, production dates, and other information, and even provided a suggested retail price—very thoughtful.
Mike transferred 1 Credit Points to Cook, who immediately became even more enthusiastic, telling Mike to give instructions on anything he needed, which was exactly what Mike wanted.
He instructed Cook to lay out all the items with suggested retail prices, then discount them by 60% and put on price tags.
Mike couldn't spend too much time dealing with the loot, so he simply offered wholesale prices.
Sixty percent off the retail price... that's a good profit. The only thing to worry about is the thugs Mike robbed; they might take their anger out on others afterwards.
But Mike wasn't worried.
There is a passage in Capital that says, "With a 10% profit, it will be used everywhere; with a 20% profit, it becomes active; with a 50% profit, it will take risks; for a 100% profit, it will trample on all human laws; with a 300% profit, it will commit any crime, even risking being hanged."
Capital is driven by profit... There will always be businessmen willing to take risks for profit, even disregarding the law and trampling on everything in the world, and they are quite numerous.
At this point, all that's needed is for someone to break the deadlock.
Cook stared at one of the rough-looking guns and daggers.
My mouth is watering.
With these two weapons, he would have the ability to venture into more dangerous areas and obtain more valuable goods, instead of relying on scavenging other people's unwanted trash as he is now.
Cook gritted his teeth and took three guns and two daggers.
Besides needing it myself, I can also sell it.
As for why he only took so little, it's because he's poor and only has this much capital.
Once the first person dared to try it, a second, a third... quickly followed, and then it became a scramble. After all, Mike had left a relatively large profit margin.
A dozen minutes later, the place was a complete mess.
Even items without a suggested retail price sold out, earning Mike over 4,000 Credit Points, more than he had previously spent.
Daisy looked at Mike with eyes full of adoration.
"Let's go," Mike said to Daisy.
"Mmm." Daisy said reluctantly.
Shopping is definitely more appealing than boring space travel.
However, considering her best friend's concerns, Daisy didn't act impulsively.
I paid the Credit Points and recharged the spaceship's energy.
The spacecraft departs.
About half an hour later, a Legion of people, numbering at least a hundred, marched aggressively through the trading area and into the port area.
"These people are the Galactic Reavers?"
"Hmm, do you see that leader? Yondu Udonta..."
"Is he famous? I've never heard of him."
"That's because you're ignorant!"
"Are they going to chase after that guy?"
"Of course, the losses were huge."
"The loss is minor, but saving face is a big deal, understand?"
"By the way, what race is that guy? Where is he from?"
"There seems to be a member of this race among the Galactic Reavers as well."
"Never mind all that, they're all people we can't afford to mess with anyway."
"..."
The discussion in the trading area only began to heat up after a large armed spaceship bearing the logo of the Galactic Reavers took off and disappeared into the starry sky, leaving a trail of flames.
About an hour after leaving the port, space radar showed a spacecraft rapidly approaching.
Space travel is rarely used for anything other than chasing or escaping. The reason is simple: such speeds are definitely not a pleasant experience for the passengers on board.
"Um?"
"What's the matter?"
"They're coming for us."
"Ah!"
Daisy immediately tensed up; judging from the radar readings, the spaceship was probably a hundred times their size.
"What to do?"
Daisy was a little nervous.
"Cold dish."
Mike grinned, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "It's time to show off our skills."
Switch the spacecraft to manual piloting mode.
Mike sat up straight.
Concentrate.
With his eyes fixed on the screen, he said, "Have you seen my phone, ' Thunder Fighter '?"
Daisy nodded.
I've seen it a few times: on a small phone screen, bullets of various trajectories take up most of the screen, and a tiny fighter jet weaves through the gaps in a hail of bullets.
A single mistake, or a moment's slow reaction, could result in a crash and loss of life.
Mike said it's a port and modification of an old arcade game. Daisy tried a few rounds, but couldn't last more than three minutes.
Seeing that Mike was ready to treat the current situation as a game, Daisy's tension vanished.
I wonder what the other person will think if they find out.
Don't you feel insulted?
Soon, the other party closed to within ten kilometers.
Ten kilometers is very dangerous during high-speed space travel.
really.
The enemy's main guns adjusted their muzzles, aiming at Mike's ship.
A beam of concentrated energy, more than ten meters in diameter, shot out from the cannon muzzle.
"Ooh!"
Mike maneuvered the spaceship, making a small maneuver to narrowly avoid the energy beam.
The impression given to the opponent is that they were almost hit, and if they had aimed a little more, they definitely would have hit.
The Galactic Reavers ' combat personnel indeed developed the illusion of "I can do it," and gave it a triple thumbs up.
They're using energy beams like they're free.
Snap!
A slap landed on the head of a combatant.
"Does energy cost nothing? Don't you feel bad spending your own money? You bastard!" Yondu, watching the small, nimble spaceship on the screen. "It's like a flea, get the fighters up and running. Surround it and see how it tries to act tough!"
At Yondu's command, more than twenty small fighter jets took off. These jets were designed for short-range, small-scale combat. Although their endurance was not strong, their burst speed, maneuverability, and firepower were far superior to the spaceship piloted by Mike.
Just like playing a game, there's a ceiling to every hero. If the opponent has better equipment and gangs up on you to target you, even a top professional player would lose if they didn't have teammates.