living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 460 Deco
In an abandoned warehouse of the space station, more than [-] slaves with their upper body naked were imprisoned here. Mu Lan glanced at her feet. Just as the hatch door opened a gap, she smelled an extremely unpleasant stench.

Although the warehouse has a large space, it was originally used to store containers and some miscellaneous items. The builders obviously did not expect anyone to live here, so the living conditions left for these Aland captives were very harsh.

The activity space is so small that people are almost next to each other. There is no cleaning system, no toilets, and dim lighting that does not see the sun. Except for participating in gladiatorial battles, the captives can only live here every day.

"It's not much different from the ancient dungeon." Lin Yiyi said in the soul link.

Mu Lan remembered the cells of the Holy Spirit Secret Church in the final chapter of the Cult. The Aland captives hadn't been held for long. If the time continued, they would probably be similar to those degraded sacrifices.

"There are several warehouses not far away. It is conservatively estimated that there may be thousands of Aland captives in this area." Liu whispered.

"These people know how to use guns, and they also know how to fly spaceships." Lin Yiyi rolled her eyes, "If all of them are mobilized, it will indeed be a very powerful force."

Mu Lan was still silent, and the four of them followed behind the pirate guards. Through the narrow window, they could see the dense crowd of people in the dark warehouse.

"Are you going to buy those people from the customs office?" The pirate guard narrowed his eyes and smiled mischievously. "Then I have to ask the higher-ups for instructions. Besides, they are all newcomers, and the price is not cheap."

"Our mafia boss likes it, you can make a price." Li Qiming said.

In a corner of the dark warehouse, Deco leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the high platform.

In front of him, two people grabbed each other's neck and rolled on the ground, their eyes were fierce, and they both wanted to kill each other.

The people around also retreated far away because of the fight, and the cell, which was originally small, is now even more cramped.

Feeling the crowd, Deco muttered dissatisfiedly, and finally came back to his senses.

"What's going on in front?" He asked the subordinate next to him.

"It seems that there was a fight over food grabbing."

A small group naturally formed around Deco. Most of them had bruises on their bodies. They were the twenty or so people who appeared in the previous gladiatorial fight.

"Aren't those two people from the back office?" Deco glanced on tiptoe, secretly sarcastically said, "You're fighting to the death for a bottle of nutrient solution."

"Fortunately, we got together early." The person next to him rejoiced for a moment. He didn't expect that his colleagues, who were usually decent, would turn their faces against each other for the chance of survival. The one who was crushed under him was about to suffocate to death. up.

The pirates did not care about the life and death of the prisoners. Watching them fight was just for entertainment. The food and water provided every day were pitiful. The limited survival resources led to endless violence in the cells. The weak were often robbed of food. .

But it is rare for people to be killed like today. Deco's expression became more and more gloomy. He felt all kinds of malicious sights from the crowd, and squeezed the nutrient solution in his hand even tighter.

Hunger is an indescribable torture. Deco felt that humans in these civilized worlds have degenerated into animals. As long as they can survive, maybe they can do anything.

"When will I be so big these days?" Another former subordinate complained, "Let me die in the next gladiatorial fight. It's better to have fun than to suffer like this."

"Don't give up, Lao Zhang, as long as you wait a little longer, the people from the company will definitely come to rescue us"

"It is impossible for the group to give up A12. As long as we survive, we will definitely be saved." Someone else said silently.

Deco didn't speak. He was also thinking about the possibility of the company's rescue. Judging by common sense, Alan De will not give up the A12 star system, but they probably won't survive until then.

The nearest fleet of the Federation is stationed in the central galaxy, and it is beyond reach here, and some defense forces of other space stations, he does not think they can deal with these interstellar pirates entrenched in A12, this time his encounter is unprecedented.

The more he thought about the current situation, the more desperate Deco became. In the cell he was in, the number of prisoners was decreasing sharply. Cruel fighting, hunger, and disease made human life worthless than ants.

Deco prayed silently, as long as he can live, he is willing to pay any price
Just as he begged God bitterly, it seemed that even the gods in the dark had heard his call. The hatch on the top of the warehouse slowly opened, and a dazzling white light projected over.

The cell was full of people, and everyone was looking towards the hatch. Accompanied by the sound of cursing, beating and shooting, a suspended platform stopped at a height of 50 meters, and one of the heavily armed pirate guards walked out. He sniffed and cursed in disgust, "What does it smell like? What a bunch of pigs."

He casually glanced at the crowd, and then said: "That high official of Arland, his name is Deco, come out with your people, someone has bought you."

The people around Deco looked at him instantly, several of his subordinates were ecstatic, while the rest were full of envious emotions.

If you are bought by a big pirate patron, you won't have to worry about food and drink when playing games for them. You don't even have to be imprisoned with hundreds of people. Famous gladiators can be assigned to single rooms.

"Me?" Deco frowned, he couldn't imagine anything special about him.

But this is indeed a turning point. Although Deco doesn't like this kind of barbaric wrestling, living one day at a time is better than living in a pig pen with some dignity.

He called out to his subordinates, squeezed them out from the crowd, and stepped onto the round platform leading to the outside.

"Three thousand tons of standard fuel!" Li Qiming muttered in a low voice, "This is enough for us to use for a long time."

In the room Mu Lan was in, besides the four of them, there were eight Blackbeard's subordinates. The cell where Deco was in belonged to Blackbeard, and these Aland employees were their trophies.

"In the past, this kind of high-quality meat ticket could be redeemed by the Aland Group at a great price." A black bearded subordinate said with a smile: "But now that our Andromeda Alliance has made such a big move, the meat ticket is also worth a lot of money." It's useless."

"These 20 people are quite capable of fighting, and your mafia boss really didn't miss it." The pirate smiled and said: "It's worth the money, it's worth the money."

Liu glanced at him. He was more disgusted with the barbaric behavior of these pirates and didn't want to talk to him.

Mu Lan casually chatted with the pirates, and after a while, a voice finally came from outside the door.

"finally come."

Led by Deco, the 23 people were brought to the office above the warehouse. After the guards with guns retreated, they stared awkwardly at the strange pirates in the room.

"Let's meet the new owner." Blackbeard's men waved their hands, "If there is no problem with the quality, you can take it away."

(End of this chapter)