Chapter 431 The Running Matador

Bathed in the brilliance of the "Babylon" star, the shuttle slowly drove into the berth and walked down the connecting passage. When he saw the huge atomic clock hanging in the hall, he calculated the time difference and found that the time of the "Sky Garden" was faster than that of "Anka". Lim" was a full 8 hours faster.

That is to say, the time between now and the opening of the Yinhe Demon Girl's concert is almost a full period of time. Tang Fang suddenly felt that he was a little bit guilty, maybe because he slept too much and his brain was a little hard to turn around. How about asking the front desk of the hotel first.

He blamed himself in his heart, but Tang Yun was so excited, the anxious expression on his face was like a sweetheart standing on the train platform waiting to return from vacation, scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry, his face flushed.

Now it's only early in the morning, and the concert starts at 19:00. I really don't know how she will spend the next 10 hours.

Tang Fang was a little worried. Now Tang Yun was like a kitten jumping up and down when it smelled fishy. It didn't matter if she stole the fish or not. What if she flipped the plate and fell and hit her?

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Half an hour later, a group of people came to the venue of the Galaxy Demon Girl's concert.

There is no doubt that this is the heart of the entire "Ankalim". The front is a spotless fountain square, and the rear is a luxurious theater. The buffer area in the middle has already been cordoned off. Killing boys and girls Wandering around the venue like ghosts, they lost their souls before the Galaxy Demon Girl showed up.

Tang Fang was no longer in the mood to complain. Maybe Tang Yun was a little far away from those people not far away, but it was undeniable that the Galaxy Fairy had a fatal attraction to her, which gave him a headache, a headache, and on the other hand . And some psychological throbbing.

The emotional entanglement with Claire and Zhou Ai, Tang Yun's willfulness and naughtiness, and the existence of Aros, Grant and others... all these made him feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart, although this is not the world before. But these people around me are real people, and they cry. I laugh, I experience sadness, and I yearn for joy.

"Tang Lin, Claire, the two of you stay and accompany Tang Yun to watch the Galaxy Demon Girl's concert, and I will go with Aros, Howson and the others to inquire about the situation of the 'Zhiyuan Star'."

Staying in a hotel near Fountain Square, Tang Fang glanced at the timetable and made a plan for the next itinerary.

Naturally, the two of them had no opinion, and they all nodded in response.

after. Another executive caregiver was left behind, and Tang Fang took Aros, Grant, Howson, and Churchill out of the hotel, and drove to the location of the branch of the "Vitano" Group in "Ankalim".

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The action of inquiring about "Zhiyuan Star" did not encounter too many difficulties, but the result was not satisfactory.

The "Vitano" Group is a comprehensive trading company. Apart from bulk commodity trading, its business involves another business project, namely: providing a resource platform for some small companies in the Silver Eagle Group that are difficult to gain a foothold in the "Sky Garden", To help them conduct commercial activities with the merchants of the Star Alliance, and "Vitano" will get a certain amount of sales commission as a commission.

The "Zhiyuan Star" interstellar trade group is a small enterprise affiliated to the "Vitano" resource platform. Don't look at it taking such a lofty name, it is actually just a gimmick used to bluff people, according to the corporate information provided by "Vitano". The registered capital of "Zhiyuan Star" in the "Toratier" government is only a mere 500,000 star coins.

Coming out of "Vitano", Tang Fang had a very bad premonition in his heart, and then the information obtained by intruding into the space station's industrial and commercial database through the public communication equipment of "Ankalim" confirmed his conjecture--- --- "Zhiyuanxing" interstellar trade group is just a leather bag company.

Emma hacked into many space-based equipment outside "Toratier", and compared the space station business database, and found that the company address in the registration information of the "Reach" Interstellar Trade Group is simply non-existent, and its corporate legal person is also a black.

Trading companies like the "Vitano" Group definitely belong to the role of controlling and killing. As long as there are no violations in the transaction process, as long as both parties involved are satisfied, and as long as there is no unexpected situation within a certain period of time after the transaction ends, they will not accept death as a dead end. To investigate whether the information of the subordinate affiliated enterprises is true and whether the qualifications are up to standard.

These are the responsibilities of the government!

Just like that, the clue is broken...the clue is just like that!

Tang Fang's face was very gloomy. There are lightning flashes in the eyes.

"Emma, ​​can you locate the target by tracing the flow of funds?"

The wild goose left a voice. He did not believe that the people behind the "Zhiyuan Star" would wipe their butts as clean as if they had been washed with water. Judging from the "Zhiyuan Star"'s phagosome samples, this organization or behind the scenes must have a very complicated background.

"Please wait a moment, Commander, the system is screening useful information..."

After a short time, a picture of cash withdrawal appeared in my mind. A young man wearing a sweater and a hat tightly wrapped around his head was withdrawing a large amount of cash from a bank's cash machine, and then put it into a large black cash machine. Leather pocket, turned around and entered a car, and slowly disappeared from sight.

Tang Fang noticed the recording time, 3:20 in the morning.

"Commander, by searching the bank records, we did not find any funds flow in the company account of the 'Zhiyuanxing' interstellar trade group, but were withdrawn in batches."

"Who is this person?"

Emma didn't reply, and the picture flashed in her mind again after 1 second, and a photo appeared in front of her eyes. The man who had just withdrawn money was standing in front of the camera holding an ID card with his name on it. Judging by the criminal record on the right, he must have spent time in prison. .

Raleigh Rodney, 27 years old, has a criminal history of theft, drug use, and affray.

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An hour later, several people from Tang Fang appeared in the most famous entertainment area of ​​the "Ankalim" space station.

The Silver Eagle Group was born out of the Jupiter Empire Expeditionary Force. The folk customs are tough and martial. "Ankalim" is a commercial space station used by the Silver Eagle Group to attract foreign tourists. The leisure and entertainment services provided are very different from those of the Star Alliance.

Women are not the best-selling products in "Ankalim". Here, violence and bravery are the eternal themes. Boxing rings, arenas, bullrings, racetracks, hunting grounds, wrestling rings, rugby fields, etc. are scattered all over the place. Distributed in the entertainment area, this is where the men sweat and blood. It is a place where rich people shout and curse loudly with banknotes, and it is a place full of wild style and sensory stimulation.

Walking along the central street for a while, the group stopped outside an Islamic building.

The bright red exterior wall encloses the entire building in a circle. On the arch in the middle is a huge built-in display screen, and the messages and pictures are scrolled and played. To remind people not to miss the exciting events, there is a plaque engraved with a string of very simple characters: "Silek Bullring".

There were noisy human voices, yelling and cheering, but more boos and whistles came and went.

Grant went to the nearby management office to place a good bet, and several people entered the bullring through the main entrance.

"Silek Bullring" does not engage in business activities by selling tickets, but makes profits by sitting on the bank and gambling. This is inseparable from the national culture and social atmosphere of the Silver Eagle Group.

Different from the spiritual civilization advocated by the Star Alliance, in the civil society of the Silver Eagle Group, as a man, you may not prostitute, but you must gamble, you may not be greedy, but you must be able to drink, you may not go to the battlefield, but you must learn to shoot, Because you are a man. Because these will stimulate the wildness in a man's bones.

In the eyes of the Covenant, the Phoenix is ​​not a phoenix like their country's name, they are at best a pack of brutal wolves. But the men of the Silver Eagle Group are definitely a group of fiery eagles soaring above the blue sky and white clouds.

The so-called do as the Romans do, there are only two ways for Tang Fang to enter the "Silek Bullring". fight.

Howson and Churchill are quite interested in bullfighting, a dangerous and exciting sport, but the captain is not in the mood to watch them have sex with a running bull. In terms of personal pursuits, he thinks he is quite elegant. Like most literati and poets bred by China's 5,000-year civilization, he loves to enjoy flowers and wine. Even if he doesn't know Hua, Hua doesn't know him, he loves to compose poems, even though they are just nonsense doggerel, loves beautiful women and loves Jiangshan, even though the two boat flowers on the Morning Star have not been settled yet.

High-profile sports such as bullfighting and horse racing really don't suit him, and reintroduction may not necessarily be related to bullfighters.

The most important thing is that this visit to the "Silek" bullring is not for tourism, he still has business to do!

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Several people entered the bullring through the main entrance. On the airtight steel sky was a light curtain made of countless crystals. The soft light shone down, illuminating the entire venue.

Similar to bullrings that have appeared in previous human history, the center is a stage where matadors and bulls wrestle, and the outer circle is an auditorium, gathering thousands of men with excess male hormone secretion, and a small number of men who escape the pressure of life and work. And a woman looking for excitement.

The bullring was full of people and their emotions were high. Some people stood up from their seats, yelled and cursed a few times, and then threw the crumpled betting slips in their hands off the field with indignation, and even threw them to the smiling faces in front of them. On the road, it will inevitably lead to a riot, and if someone drinks alcohol, it may evolve into another form of sideshow.

Women of different skin colors raised their hands, shook their bodies desperately, raised their chests and retracted their abdomen, trying to make their breasts look taller and taller, and then loudly called the matador's name, conveying love and squandering the surplus in their bodies energy.

Some people left the table quietly, while others remained silent, like reefs in the vast expanse of waves and seabirds getting farther and farther away in the rainstorm.

There was a bull lying down in the center of the bullring. The thick blood had already wetted the black hair, and then flowed onto the soft sand, soaked into the soil, and was slightly mottled.

A matador put a blood-red cloak on the bull's body, drew his sword, turned around, and gladly accepted the cheers and flowers from the audience.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and a faint smell of blood.

Tang Fang ignored the complicated environment on both sides of the aisle, walked straight down the stairs, and came to the seat closest to the bullring. Then, under the fearful and puzzled eyes of many people, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a man who was chewing on his mouth. Chewing Gum, the man who was swearing and greeting the females of the Matador's family.

No one raised a voice to remind them, and no one stepped forward to obstruct them, because they dared not.

The butterfly knife in Aros' hand was resting on the neck of a Middle Eastern man with a bushy beard. As long as he moved half an inch forward, the knife would cut through his carotid artery. Howson brought down a lean man, and his military boots were firmly on the man's chest, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

"Friend. Sit down and talk?"

A spectator got up and left, and Tang Fang sat down naturally. He said with a smile.

His smile is very natural, not threatening, nor kind, just like the polite greeting when strangers meet.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he smiles or not. Although Raleigh Rodney is just a gangster, he has a very sharp vision and a decent overall view. From the moment he saw Tang Fang, he clearly realized that something was wrong. thing. I can't leave today.

The young man in front of him is even a little younger than him, with an ordinary appearance and nothing impressive. At first glance, he looks like a pebble on the beach, with smooth edges like the surrounding stones. , frosted lines, faint marks, but it is a little different when you look closely, but the specifics are different. But it can't be described in words. It's a feeling, but Rory Rodney calls it smell. Sense of danger.

So, he stopped cursing, slowly slowed down the frequency of chewing the gum in his mouth, sat down very cooperatively, and then asked a sentence: "Let me do whatever you want, as long as you don't kill me."

"I didn't think about killing people, at least I didn't think about killing you..."

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The matador took the ears and tails from the staff, and picked up the flowers left by a girl with cheers. He walked away with a very gentlemanly pace.

The bull's carcass was carried away, leaving only a brown patch on the ground where countless bunkers were dug out.

After a short silence. The master of ceremonies who presided over the event re-entered the bullring and said something to the audience. Then, the entire ring stand was boiling. Of course, this did not include Tang Fang, nor did it include Raleigh Rodney.

Tang Fang didn't care what the next event would be, which handsome bullfighting warrior would be on stage, and the emcee's impassioned speech.

He got up and walked towards the aisle. The front was very clean. Aross' butterfly knife had been retracted into the interlayer of his military boots, and the drunk man under Howson's feet had also escaped without a trace.

Rory Rodney followed closely behind him. Although his expression changed from time to time, his footsteps refused to slow down. It was as if there was a way out before him, but if he looked back, he would turn into a dead man. Make a stone statue forever in hell.

As a social idler with no knowledge, no skills, and no capital, the only thing Raleigh Rodney can do is his keen sense of danger. This is his talent and the capital he depends on for a living.

He walked in such a hurry that he didn't notice that Tang Fang suddenly stopped and looked towards the bullring. If it wasn't for a man with a fair complexion and a quiet aura who stopped him temporarily, he must have bumped into the young man surnamed Tang. back.

Whether the other party cares or not, this is not a good thing.

So, he gave the white man a grateful look, and then got a smile.

He asked himself, maybe... what the young man surnamed Tang said would not embarrass him is true and reliable.

Feeling at ease, he followed Tang Fang's gaze towards the bullring.

A tall figure slowly walked out of the matador's entrance passage, it was a black man, wearing a bullfight uniform that didn't fit very well.

This person is very strange, not a professional bullfighter in the "Klexi" bullring, but from his demeanor and slightly stage-frightened expression, he looks like a novice.

Raleigh Rodney is very strange, could it be a newcomer trained by the bullring? It's a bit older, is that a veteran dug from another bullring? But why didn't I hear the wind beforehand? He is a frequent visitor to the "Silek" bullring, so he should know immediately if there is any trouble, not to mention that the bullring still relies on newcomers to absorb gambling money to make a profit.

Luo Li didn't know that the master of ceremonies had just introduced the background of the black man, and he was talking to Tang Fang at that time.

Different from his ignorance and ignorance, Tang Fang froze on the spot and didn't move for a long time, because the black man was not someone else, but he had met once in the lobby of the "Babylon" branch of the "Wanderer Technology Consortium" Rutherford.

This guy was a businessman with a cleanliness until yesterday, why did he turn into a matador in the "Silek" bullring today?

Tang Fang was a little puzzled. Of course, this matter had nothing to do with him. Whether Rutherford was interested or professional, he didn't think about it. He paused for a while and continued walking, but when he reached the aisle, he was about to Just as he was leaving, the vibration from the bullpen made him stop again, turning his head to look into the arena.

One, two, three... A large herd of angry bulls rushed out of the shadows, their hooves stepped on the sand and splashed a splash of sand, the roar came from afar, and invisible seismic waves fermented under their feet.

The bull's horns are curved and pointed, like a scimitar --- a scimitar running wildly, or it can be said that it has eyes.

Rutherford has no red cloak, no sword, he only has two legs, so he can only run.

Tang Fang was a little dazed. He looked at Rutherford who was running wildly in the bullring, and then looked at the chronograph on the huge display screen. He couldn't help rolling his eyes. Rutherford's The compulsion is too high, so high that the human world can no longer accommodate him, and he can only dance with the cow.

Unfortunately, they are not cows, but a group of angry bulls. (to be continued)