Wang Zheng gradually regained consciousness. What he smelled was a musty smell, mixed with the stench of sweat and smoke, as well as other miscellaneous smells. Even though this was not the worst smell Wang Zheng had ever smelled, it was close.
The lights were dim. From what he felt, he should be in the cabin of a spaceship. There were many people around him, and they did not look like much. Some were down and out, looking at the junk and leftovers.
It felt like there were 50 to 60 people in the room, each standing in their own place. This should be the warehouse. … What the hell was this place?
Wang Zheng adjusted his body, gradually waking himself up.
He was wearing a dirty suit. His Skylink was gone, and in its place was a strange black bracelet.
"Kid, you're awake. You're quite a good sleeper. In another day, we'll be in heaven." Not far away, a middle-aged man carefully opened the box. He hesitated for a while, but still handed one to Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng took it. The middle-aged man lit it for himself, and then for Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng did not smoke, but the middle-aged man smiled. "Kid, you're quite alert. Smoke it. Poisoning you to death would be a waste of money. These days, poisons are more expensive than cigarettes."
Wang Zheng did not have much of a reaction. "Where are we?"
Wang Zheng's brain reacted quickly. It seemed like the military had sent him to his destination. It was just that the method of entry was a little "ruthless". Actually, he did not care about the method, but would it kill him to say so in advance? Why did they have to use such a method?
But this thought only flashed past. Once they started to carry out the mission, all tsundere thoughts could be abandoned.
Unlucky people usually showed two extremes. They either complained incessantly or were silent. The middle-aged man next to him belonged to the former. Without much effort, the other party started babbling. It turned out that this brother was once a very successful manager, but once he was greedy and failed in a futures deal, he owed a large amount of debt. This kind of high-interest loan was obviously not that easy to pay off. In the end, he decided to come to Maklou and fight it out.
Maklou produced all sorts of rare minerals, but even with protective clothing, it was still very harmful to the body. There were two types of miners in Maklou. One was slaves. Yes, slaves. Because of various reasons, they entered Maklou without freedom. Some were criminals, and some owed high interest loans that could not be paid off. Clearly, this middle-aged man's luck was good. He was probably pretty much paid off. The other type were people who had nowhere else to go. They either wanted to gamble, or sought refuge in Maklou. If they did not have enough money, miners were undoubtedly a good choice.
If they were free, if they could dig up a magnetic diamond, although they could not take it away, they would still receive great rewards. They could also make a comeback overnight. The most important thing was that during this period, outsiders would not be able to find trouble with you.
The middle-aged man kept bragging about how glorious he had been. If not for this trading mistake, he would be a member of the upper class.
He did not even care how Wang Zheng had come. He was just looking for someone to talk to in this lonely and depressing journey.
Wang Zheng sorted out his thoughts. His luck was not bad. He had not been sold directly as a slave. This meant that he had to enter Maklou as a poor miner.
Since he was here, he would take things as they came. Wang Zheng did not have any plans. More accurately, he could not make any plans in the current situation. He could only take it one step at a time.
The thing on his hand was a control bracelet. It was embedded on his wrist. It was said to be able to control Ability X. Any newcomer entering Maklou had to wear it, regardless of whether they had money or not. It was said to prevent the Milky Way Alliance's special agents or other powers from entering.
Wang Zheng could feel that this thing was piercing into his skin. As for what it was for, Wang Zheng really did not know. But he did not dare to move around. This mission was really special. It did not give him a way out.
When it was time to eat, the cabin door opened. Someone came in carrying a big pot. One spoon cost 1,000 universal dollars. Wang Zheng looked at it. It was completely pig food, but if he did not eat it, he would not be able to eat it.
Clearly, Wang Zheng had searched all over his body. He had no money, so he could only starve. The middle-aged man looked at the bowl in his hand. He hesitated, but in the end he did not share with Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng sat in the corner and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was not interested in anything around him.
In the control room of the transport ship, there were more than 10 such rooms.
"There's nothing going on, right?"
"Cheh, what's going on? Just a bunch of trash. And even if there's someone who doesn't know death, wearing shackles will only lead a life of absenteeism. I actually hope that there's someone who's a little stronger. At least they can be of some use when they work, haha."
"Boss has been very concerned about this recently. We still have to be more careful."
"Got it. There's not much of a problem with this batch of goods. Besides, even if there is a problem, it's not our turn to check. But there are a few that are not of good quality. When the time comes, just throw them away. They can't work when they reach the destination."
"We paid special attention when we took in this batch. Many are quite healthy. At most, we'll lose 10%. Boss should be satisfied."
"Two more days to squeeze all these people dry."
"Don't worry, old rules."
The two of them laughed. No matter what their motives were, unless they were especially rich tycoons, other people who wanted to get rich overnight and wanted to seek refuge, even if they were free people, would basically be stripped naked before they reached Maklou. As for those who were weaker and had no money, unless their bodies were especially strong, they would not be able to make it to the destination.
Wang Zheng led the way quietly, conserving his energy. There was no food to eat, but this situation was not too bad. He had experienced many worse situations. Jiang Feng had already warned them, and Wang Zheng was mentally prepared. In just over an hour, Wang Zheng had completely adapted to the environment. All that was left was to wait for them to reach their destination.
After about five or six hours, the cabin door opened. Everyone opened their eyes, a little afraid. A group of armed men came in and pulled up a sickly person. That person struggled weakly, but was knocked unconscious with the butt of a gun. Then the cabin door closed again.
"Is he a slave?" Wang Zheng suddenly asked.
"What slave? This guy has no money, and his body is not as strong as yours. This kind of person can't work even if he goes down. Do you think the Fallen Paradise is a charity?" The middle-aged man's lips curled into a cold smile.
Glancing at Wang Zheng, the middle-aged man laughed. "Kid, you look like you've been well educated. Why are you here?"
Wang Zheng did not speak. What Zhao Ritian? What arson to escape from prison? Wang Zheng felt that it was too childish. He really wondered if the other had used his brain.
The middle-aged man did not care. "Kid, Maklou is a place where people eat people. It's not that easy to survive. I have fate with you. How about we work together? When dinner comes later, I'll give you a portion!"
Wang Zheng glanced at him and shook his head slightly. The middle-aged man did not force him.
After speaking, he locked himself in the corner. But at this moment, two people from the other side stood up and walked towards the middle-aged man. Not long after, another two people stood up.
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