"Young people full of dreams and ambitions, with a strong drive for the future, don't mind me sitting next to you, old man?"

Just as Alexander was eating and drinking enough, comfortably leaning on the soft chair to digest his food, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

Alexander followed the sound and saw an old man with a gray beard speaking. He was wearing a leather jacket full of pockets, filled with various mechanical parts, and his face was engraved with traces of time. The most eye-catching thing was his mechanically constructed electronic right eye, which rotated continuously with his gaze.

Alexander guessed that the other party should be a mechanic.

"Alexander Pompeii, Your Excellency Mechanic, please sit down." Alexander nodded politely.

"Hehe! Everyone calls me Ladoch, the mechanical hound Ladoch." The old man sat across from Alexander, picked up a bottle from the dining table, and poured himself a full glass, drinking it all in one gulp.

"Good wine! Don't be surprised, I just haven't seen a young person like you for a long time, and I can't help but say a few more words of nonsense." Ladoch sighed contentedly, "Young man, you probably haven't been able to inspire extraordinary abilities for long, have you?"

Alexander nodded and asked, "How did you tell, Mr. Ladoch?"

Ladochi showed a clear expression, "Because of the childish 'scent' on you, it is obvious that you are a newborn extraordinary. Young man, let me give you a warning not to get mixed up with the guys here."

Alexander's expression was strange, "But are you also a member of this place?"

Ladoch casually placed a half drunk bottle in his arms and said, "This is all a group of idiots who hold onto the ideal of becoming an explorer but cannot even pass the first step of the explorer's assessment, including myself. That's why I'm sitting here now."

After listening to the other person's words, Alexander couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Ladoch, is it so difficult to assess an explorer?"

"Wisdom, bravery, strength, and wealth! This is a common belief among the general public about the explorers of the Galactic Alliance," Ladoch said in an aria. "However, who knows that every successful explorer is one in a million lucky ones."

"He needs to have excellent spiritual adaptability and awaken abilities that suit him through extraordinary abilities. In addition, every successful explorer begins to cultivate combat skills from a young age, because danger and accidents always accompany him."

"But if it's just these, it's not enough!"

Alexander was intrigued by the other person's words and said, "What else is there?"

Radoch's slightly cloudy eyes flashed with an imperceptible light, and he smiled, "Wealth! Or rather, the logistical support to ensure an explorer's exploration in the extraterrestrial realm. It should be noted that for most low-level superhumans, their own abilities alone are not enough to deal with most situations. The key to the ultimate success of most excellent explorers is to proficiently use various advanced equipment and reliable companions."

"Just like the protagonist Peter Parker's multifunctional defense ghost weapon and his lover Mariana in the hottest adventure fantasy drama nowadays, you young people love to watch this."

After listening to Ladoch's words, Alexander couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, "Perhaps you are right, Mr. Ladoch. Perhaps I haven't paid attention to this explorer Peter Parker, who has always been known for being 'poor' and 'stingy', before watching the drama. In fact, he is a 'millionaire'. However, I remember that the multifunctional defense ghost weapon is a rare single soldier combat weapon equipped by A-level and high-level civilizations, and the Earth Special Administrative Region is only a D-level civilization, so it is impossible to buy such a weapon."

"Young man, I'm just using an analogy. How can you compare the content in movies and TV shows with reality? That great explorer Peter Parker even retreated in front of the indescribable 'old rulers', truly admiring the ignorance and arrogance of those writers and directors."

Radoch's expression, blowing his beard and staring, gradually calmed down after a while. "However, there is an old saying that goes, 'Each snake and mouse has its own way.' You can't buy what you want from the outside world just because you lack the necessary channels, and I happen to know of such a place."

"Are you saying there is a black market near Wallace?" Alexander was already tempted.

At this moment, Ladoch smacked his lips and suddenly sighed, saying, "After talking for so long, I suddenly feel a bit thirsty. Hmm! Gold whiskey must be a good thirst quenching drink."

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Alexander smiled and snapped his fingers at the waiter, "Bring this Mr. Ladoch a bottle of golden whiskey."

The golden wine bottle was brought to the dining table, and Radoch immediately smiled and opened the golden whiskey for a feast. Then, with a strong breath of alcohol in his mouth, he exclaimed, "It's been a long time since I've had such a good wine! A generous young man, I wish you success in embarking on your adventurous life."

After speaking, he placed a note lightly on the table and left his original seat.

Alexander looked at the set of coordinates written on the note and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's been some time now that someone still uses this retro way of transmitting messages. But before leaving Wallace, going to the black market may be a good choice."

An hour later, in a huge forest north of Wallace, a sapphire colored sports car swept over the forest.

As the flames shot down, the vehicle slowly descended from mid air and stopped in the crown of a large tree.

Hiding his beloved car, Alexander jumped down from the position of the tree crown and walked a distance according to the coordinates on the note. Soon after, he saw that the area ahead was completely covered by an inverted semi-circular camouflage light curtain.

"It seems that the good old man Ladoch didn't lie to me, but who would have thought that the black market was built so close to Wallace."

Alexander let out such a sigh, and after observing for a moment, he took a step through the "light curtain" mainly used for camouflage. The scene before him suddenly changed, and the next second he was standing on a low hill, not far away was a bustling forest market.

In the middle of the forest, an area was cut down, and a large field was filled with people coming and going. The air was filled with a pungent smell of oil and mechanical malfunctions.

Black market merchants, extraordinary individuals, and even formal explorers gather here, where black market operators sell various technological weapons in front of dilapidated cargo ships and makeshift stalls. There is a wide variety of products available, including lightsabers, particle cannons, electromagnetic grenades, stealth devices, and more.

The shouting of merchants, bargaining, the sound of mechanical malfunctions, and occasional explosions intertwine to form a chaotic and noisy symphony.

A constant stream of people of all shapes and sizes, most of whom have fierce faces and breath, carrying various weapons and equipment on their shoulders. Some even wear exoskeleton armor and make a loud roar on the ground.

Alexander felt for the first time a completely different atmosphere from the peaceful life of the previous eighteen years. He shuttled through the market, occasionally stopping to check the goods on the stalls.

He saw many weapons and equipment that were not produced by the Earth's special administrative regions and had characteristics of different civilizations, and these obviously more advanced weapons were often more popular among buyers.

"Hey! Kid, you're blocking my way." At this moment, a rude voice came from the front, and a burly man with a face full of flesh grabbed Alexander's right shoulder with his mechanical prosthetic.

The figure of a stunt double emerged from behind Alexander, holding onto his body and quickly charging towards the rear.

At the same time, an invisible force surged out, pushing the strong man's body towards the rear.

"Motivation!"

The muscular man was pushed away by this force and fell heavily on the ground, making a dull sound without much damage. He stood up and only gave Alexander a fierce glance, which was suspended in mid air. Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

This small conflict did not attract the attention of those around us. In fact, such conflicts happen every day here, and as long as there are no casualties, no one will care.

This is the black market, chaotic and disorderly. Trading is the only law, and order is the least valuable thing.

"It seems that displaying muscles appropriately is the correct way to 'open' this place." Alexander manipulated the double shadow to slowly descend, without canceling the summoning, but wrapped the double shadow around his body surface and continued to explore this black market.

Although this action consumes energy, it undoubtedly has a deterrent effect, at least it will not happen again.

Alexander just strolled around and found that most of the items sold on this black market were just conventional weapons and equipment, or were huge heavy vehicles, which did not conform to his idea of being easy to carry but powerful.

"Oh, distinguished guest, come and take a look. There are quite a few good things here at Dalulu." Just then, a short alien who looked like a wrinkled frog suddenly called out to Alexander, who was passing by, and his voice was sharp.

The goblins are a weak and cowardly alien race with a cunning and greedy temperament that does not match them.

Seeing Alexander stop, the Goblin merchant named "Dalulu" warmly greeted him, "Don't worry, guests. Dalulu is the most ethical businessman. Please take a look at this seventh generation exoskeleton armor, which can fully enhance your overall strength and defense for only 700000 federal dollars. Oh? I'm not interested, it's okay, there's this..."

After finishing speaking, Dalulu picked up a transparent small bottle from the front pavement. Inside the bottle was a constantly wriggling linear worm, and in a mysterious tone, he said, "Parasitic spores, sold for only one million federal coins, can coexist with the body, allowing it to transform into the sharpest killing weapon at will. In addition, there is a matching 'brain protecting fluid' gift to ensure the independence of your brain center."

Here are all fugitives, and although these products have various flaws, their improvement in strength is very obvious. In addition, Dalulu's eloquence is good, and he has been talking non-stop, attracting many passersby.

Three or four groups of people gathered around the stall and began to ask about the price. Dalulu spoke to Alexander while greeting other guests, and his green face was full of wrinkles in laughter.

In just a few minutes, Alexander saw that it had sold several products.

"This customer, does the small shop have anything that you are interested in? Dalulu can offer you a discount." Dalulu saw off the other customers and continued to greet Alexander warmly, seeing that the initial customer had no intention of making a purchase.