Galactic Dark Net - Chapter 110
Chapter 110: Alien Race Slave
People engaging in business on the dark net were usually very cautious. Although Han came to see Horton the trafficker under Night Walker's referral, this nicknamed Professor Horton was still very cautious and told his men to take Han to fly a full hour before landing at his base.
After the blindfold was taken off, Han blinked a few times to readjust to the light
He found himself in a room under the sea, facing a short old man with white hair and glasses and black eyebrows and mustache. He had sharp eyes and a giant nose with a hook at the end, like a bald eagle.
Presumably, this was Horton.
Behind Horton was a transparent window that extended to the ground, and outside of that window was the deep sea. A group of pink jellyfish was just crossing the ocean from the window, like a bunch of parachutes.
Han Lang smiled and said, ’’It's nice to finally meet you, professor. I have long admired you.’’
Horton squinted his eyes and said, ’’Wind Speaker, I've heard your name before.’’
’’Oh really? How can the name of a little character like me be recognized by Professor?’’
’’Haha, I do business dealing with people, and people need to take medicine. This is why I'm very close to Night Walker. As for you, I did glance through the drug index you did a few times, and even Night Walker says that you are a hard worker, and he never lies.’’
Han hastily waved and replied, ’’I'm just an unsuccessful businessman on the dark net, I already transferred the index business to others a long time ago. There were no other options, time is limited.’’
Horton said, ’’The index writing trend was brought up by you anyways, and now on the dark net, there's not only a drug index, but a fire arm index, spaceship index, precious metals index, and there's even a slave index, so of course I remember you.’’
’’Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't meet unfamiliar people because it makes trading on the dark net a lot safer, but I know your name and you were also guaranteed by the Night Walker. This is why I made an exception to meet you. Well, what kind of goods are you looking for this time?’’
Overall, in order to avoid exposure, the trading system on the dark net was familiarity based. It was good if you want to trade but you needed to first give a name and then find a guarantor.
Han already gained a decent level of reputation on the dark net, and also with the Night Walker, the pharmaceutical grandmaster, as his guarantor, he met Horton easily. According to Night Walker, Horton was one of the largest slave traders in the Milky Way, the many human specimens needed by Night Walker were bought from him and that was why the two were very familiar.
Han said in a serious face, ’’I'm here to buy soldiers.’’
’’Oh, soldiers are my primary product.’’ Horton nodded his head and said, ’’But you must know, the price of soldiers is very expensive. It's determined by level, power type, and race. What level of soldiers are you looking for?’’
Han said in a deep voice, ’’High level.’’
’’The higher the better.’’
’’The more the better.’’
The professor was amused by Han's words, he shook his head and said, ’’Little brother you got a big demand, I can't make promises about others, but slave warriors are my signature goods. I got the goods, I'm just afraid that you can't take them all.’’
Han's finger gently touched his dimensional ring, picked out a blueprint and gently placed it on Horton's table without saying a word.
Business, what people looked for was capability. The moment that blueprint was brought out, Horton's eyes slightly lit up, and he lightly knocked a few times on the table.
’’Straightforward!’’ Horton turned around, and ordered in a deep voice to his men, ’’Take out all the ones that are four stars and higher, let our little brother here inspect the goods!’’
Han hesitated, puzzled and said, ’’Taking out all the high level soldiers out at the same time, professor, are you not afraid that they rebel you?’’
Horton burst into laughter again, ’’This you won't understand. The reason my nickname is called professor is that I invented a DNA binding system capable of controlling soldiers. If they ever dare to rebel, one look from me is enough to take their lives!’’
Han nodded, no wonder Horton's main product line was soldiers. Since he dared to sell soldiers as slaves, he probably had some cards up his sleeve.
Han followed Horton out of his office, and he saw that Horton's base was just like a giant prism. There was a square in the middle and it was surrounded completely by cells. Many of Horton's guys were in charge of looking after these slaves.
At the central square, more than a hundred slaves were brought up. Most of them were large, and were in electronic shackles.
In addition, around the neck of each slave was a plate that included a detailed description, race, class, age, and power type.
These soldiers were all alien races: Kui, Witch, He Yuan, Red Dragon, and so on.
It was no wonder, if humans were captured as slaves, the risk was extremely high, especially high-grade fighters. Four-star rating to human soldiers were basically the main fighting force in a country, and if you capture the main fighters of a country and send them into slavery, it was quite insulting.
Also, human soldiers couldn't be sold easily because once found out, even the buyer might be dragged into a lot of mess.
So, Horton always got to those distant alien residential areas, by force, capture these minority groups with the whole village together, and then sell them in batches.
How did humans rule the Milky Way?
This had a close relationship with slave traders like Horton, and in the past decade, capturing alien races as slaves was not only legal but also encouraged.
After the Milky Way Alliance was formed, the humans on the executive level wanted to protect their reputation, ultimately illegalizing slave trading and also giving some power to minority races. That was why people like Horton had no choice but to move to the underground and continue their shady business on the dark net.
’’In total we have 183 high level slaves, in which 175 are four stars, 8 are 5 stars. Whichever one you like, let me know.’’ Horton didn't even see these alien races as outsiders as he said on the side, as if it was not a big deal.
How weak Earth really was, one could tell from just looking at these slaves. No matter what, Earth was still a sovereign country of Milky Way, but there are only slightly more than a dozen people that reached four stars, and there wasn't even a 5-star.
Even a slave trade like Horton could easily pull out almost 200 four-star fighters, so Earth's strength was really too vulnerable.
Han scanned across these alien warriors, his eyebrows raised proudly. It's okay that Earth is still a little weak right now, but the key is the future! One day, the little Earth will also be able to proud of itself!
The upper level cell had a woman shouting her son's name. A soldier among the group who had a face tattoo quickly looked up, saw his old mother's face, and this young warrior named Jiro shamefully lowered his head and clenched his fist.
Similar cries were everywhere, and the soldiers at the square were clearly getting more unstable, Horton's men hurriedly beat the slaves with electromagnetic forks to stop them from shouting.
Han slightly frowned and asked Horton, ’’Professor, are the slaves in other cells these soldiers' family?’’
Horton nodded and said, ’’We always take the whole pot (TL: it's an idiom that means they take the whole village instead of individuals, just like taking the whole pot instead of taking bowls of stuff out of the pot). This batch of goods mainly came from a Red Dragon tribe, total to about 70 to 80 thousand people. This alien race is especially annoying, all of their men are soldiers and it really took us a lot of effort to capture them.’’
Han nodded, he already had an idea but he didn't reveal it on the surface.
’’I wonder if you have any other sub-bases or not?’’ Han asked.
Horton was shocked for a moment and asked in surprised, ’’Brother, 183 soldiers of the fourth and fifth star level is not enough for you to pick from? High-level fighters are not like cabbages, they aren't everywhere. Even a slightly below average country in Milky Way might not be able to drag out this many number of high level soldiers.’’
’’But if you really want to see, I guess I can scrape together some more for you, but there won't be a lot, 70 or 80 tops.’’
Han did some calculation in his heard, with another 70 or 70 high level soldiers, that would be at least 250 espers that are above 4 stars, and that should be enough to defend and activate that B-class relic.
Thinking about that, Han said in a deep voice, ’’That should be good, and keep them coming. But, please also send other people in the tribe of those soldiers over too. Also, do you have any 6-star slave?’’
Horton's eyes turned wide open, and he almost spit out blood... So Han wants everything?!
What the f**k is he planning to do? Taking all these soldiers back will be enough to start a country!
’’Brother, 6-star is quasi warlord! An elite that's just one step away from becoming a warlord!’’
’’I know.’’ Han replied as if it's not a big deal.
’’And elites that are at the level of quasi-warlord, putting them into any country they would be considered as the national guardian!’’
’’I know that too.’’
Horton swallowed a spittle, considered for a long time, and finally spoke, ’’There is one actually, but that guy, well, he has a little problem.’’