The Goblins' Hot Sand Consortium has a near monopoly on the commercial trade of the entire southern part of Kalimdor.

It is one of the most powerful financial organizations in Azeroth, along with the Rustwater Consortium, venture capital firms, and the Darkblade Consortium, which is currently based on the Treasure Coast of the Eastern Continent, and the Hot Sands Consortium has its headquarters in the commercial city of Garkison and the Hot Sands Harbor in the Tanaris Desert.

Located at the northeastern end of the Tanaris Desert, the hot sand port is the end of the prestigious golden shipping route in the South China Sea, and because of this, the hot sand consortium has accumulated a terrifying financial power that rivals that of any empire in just one hundred years.

But since it is a consortium, there must be different factions inside, just like the business alliance formed by geographical factors, when encountering a commercial challenge from outside trying to break into the southern Xinjiang of Kalimdo, all the businessmen of the entire hot sand consortium will gather together, twist into a rope, and unite with the outside world, but once there is no external pressure, then these shrewd goblin businessmen will start a tragic infighting.

After all, no matter how big this market is, it also has limits, and in the factions within the consortium, if you take a little more, it means that my profits will be shared a lot. In addition, the bad character of the goblins in their nature to look at money also exacerbates this competitiveness, and some cunning guys will even plan assassinations in the city to attack the business power of their opponents.

Just like Hesuo, who was once a rising star small arms dealer, he had been bombed more than once in the city of Akison, and it was this kind of death threat because of interests that forced the talented, but weak Hesuo had to leave the Black Iron District of the eastern continent.

As soon as the cautious guy returned to Kalimdor, he planned a bomb retaliation against the Port City of Jingfang, the port city of the Hot Sand Consortium, which burned down a third of the ports and made the relationship between the Black Cord and the Hot Sand Consortium even worse.

And stories like this are not unique in the business of goblin civilizations, and the wars between these little green-skinned people who are crazy about chasing money are sometimes much more terrifying than the wars between countries...

Marin. Northen Fogg, who is also a businessman with a similar experience to Hesso, spent the first 30 years of his life as a frustrated pharmacist working for a hot sand consortium in Garkison, earning a meager salary, but like every goblin, he has the crazy idea of getting rich overnight, and the difference between Marlin and other goblins is that other goblins may just be fantasies, but Marlin takes action for it.

Marin spent a full 4 years, constantly hiring various mercenary squads in between work, and going around the world to collect some messy materials for him, this behavior spent all of Marin's savings for more than 20 years, but it was worth it!

After numerous failed attempts, the alchemist finally succeeded in crafting a gadget called the "Northumberfogg Elixir", which, once drunk, randomly produces three effects: being reduced to a tenth of its size, being weightless as lightness, and finally being a strange undead.

In fact, Northumbrög himself did not know that his potion would have these three effects, but this did not affect the reputation of Northumbervog Potion, at first it was just that the Assassins League noticed this strange potion sold in Gakison, and they spent a lot of money to buy a batch, and then the Empire, which was during the Northern War, also noticed this potion that could be disguised as an undead, and the Imperial War Department also bought a batch.

These two batches of successful businesses allowed Northumbrög to complete his dream of getting rich overnight, he became a rising star of Gakison's wealth, successfully joined the hot sand consortium, and became a decent big businessman, but this did not satisfy Northumbrög's greed in his bones, every goblin is as greedy as him... With the money, Northumber's horizons have broadened, he is no longer satisfied with being a rich man, he has new, ambitious goals.

He's going to be the Prince of Trade! It's the noblest goal a goblin can have!

Of course, compared to this goal, Marin. The second goal that Northumbrög has set for himself is much more tangible... He wants to buy the whole Garkison!

Now, at King Varian's private banquet, Marin suddenly discovers that perhaps, he is only one step away from his second goal...

And the trade-off is that he may have to make a decision that has an impact on the overall interests of the hot sand consortium...

But that's the interest of the hot sand consortium, what does it have to do with itself? Is the hot sand consortium good to itself? Why should you take their interests into account?

So Marlin. Northerfogg hesitated for less than 5 seconds before nodding to Varian and raising his glass more enthusiastically than before:

"Of course, I believe it! Marin. Northumbrg will always be a trusted friend of House Ureon and the Stormwind Kingdom! ”

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And right in Marin. While Northumbrög was happily drinking with His Majesty Varian, the goblin merchant city of Gakisen, far away in the desert of Tanaris, was not as vibrant at night as the rest of Azeroth.

On the contrary, the lively life that the goblins love becomes faster and more wild and joyful at night.

Electric lamps made by goblin engineers hang in the grand square of Garkison, and beneath the haphazardly entangled, sparkling telephone poles, around a rough but full of blood-soaked iron cage arena, filled with tourists from all over the world who have come to see or travel here, and the shrill sound of skillful goblin narration always makes the audience surge with the frantile wrestle between man and beast, or simply between man.

And in this kind of hot iron cage fighting match, spending some money and pressing a bet is the traditional entertainment here.

Every few days, several "lucky people" will get thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of times, because of a few coins thrown out of their hands, and with the stories of these lucky people spread all over the world, it has also attracted a lot of lazy and very sure of their luck guys to come to Garkison to "gamble".

You can't mention this without mentioning another pillar of Garkison's industry, casinos!

Arthas and Gianna, dressed in disguise, had seen the luxury of the Goblin Casino in Booty Bay, but compared to Jackson's casino, Booty Bay was just a child who had just developed, and Jackson's gambling had already formed an industry, and the daily flow of gold coins in the city was enough to make the king of any kingdom feel jealous!

There are many professional gamblers active in the city, as well as amateur gamblers and more unlucky people who gamble on their luck.

But these people's luck is not as good as they think... As a result, the desert city of Knightson, nicknamed "Paradise City", is full of homeless homeless, gamblers and dreamers, many of whom lose their dreams every day and become part of a large number of ghettoes.

And no matter what kind of civilization it is, once the poor population in the city reaches a certain limit, then the city's security will inevitably decline, and it is inevitable that the gangsters will be numerous. The Dirty Hands, the Dark Gold Cult, and the Jade Lotus Gang.

The latter two forces are not mentioned, those two forces have special origins, specific purposes, and extremely secretive actions, but the Tainted Hand is a black gang born and raised in Kakison, and it is also the most powerful one.

That night, on the territory of the Taints, in a small alley on the edge of a certain city, a fresh face with a black hood was stopped in a dark corner by a few thugs who were five big and three thick.

It was an ogre in a dirty suit and carrying a semi-automatic rifle, and several orcs and trolls with pistols in their hands.

Ever since the Darkblade Legion developed this otherwise underappreciated thermal weapon into an "art". These engineering murderous creations became popular all over the world, and Garkison's gangsters were not exempt from vulgarity, and the Dirty Hand cooperated with certain goblin arms dealers, so they had access to an abundance of powerful "gadgets" that gave them an almost advantage when it came to turf.

"Hey, chick."

The rude ogre waved his half-new, half-used semi-automatic rifle in his hand and shouted viciously in an accented human voice:

"You're new here, aren't you?"

The hooded woman did not speak in the face of his questioning, and this attitude angered the ogre, who pressed the cold barrel of the gun in his hand against the forehead of the slender woman, and his two heads scolded arrogantly:

"Either join the Taint Hands Party! (the hell out of Garkison!) ）”

"Oh?"

In the face of this substantial threat, the human woman with the black hood finally reacted, she raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes full of cold murderous intent, and she said in a low and hoarse voice:

"I think I can choose the third one!"

"There is no third one!"

The ogre roared angrily and was about to pull the trigger, but the next moment, the slender and slightly short woman flicked her hands, and two small silver revolvers fell into her palms, and the ruthless chick raised her hands flat, and before the others could react, two bullets exploded the brains of the two thugs, and at the moment when blood was splashed, a battle with no technical content broke out in this dark alley.

In less than 10 seconds, the ogre, who had a broken leg, screamed and lay on the ground, trying to escape from the chaos, but was trampled on the wound by the evil star behind him, and the pain of the ogre trembled all over.

The girl slapped the silver muzzle of the gunsmoke on the ogre's ugly head, and she whispered:

"Unruly scum, I kept your life because you were useful to me... Listen, I heard there's an old goblin named "Dr. Bang Bang" living here? Take me to him! ”

"Ahh You're crazy! ”

When the ogre heard the name, he screamed like a chicken with its neck cut off:

"I'm not going! That old madman would blow my brain out with a bomb and eat it with bread, that was a real madman! He lives in the last house on the street ahead! Go find it! Then let me go..."

"Oh?"

The human girl, who had slaughtered five people without saying a word, reached out and pulled her hood, shrugged her shoulders, and pointed her gun at the ogre's heart:

"I know he lives there, which means you're useless... Right? ”

"Then goodbye... Dirty Party Miscellaneous Pieces! ”

"Bang"

Ten minutes later, in the gloomy night of Garkison, Sonia the Shadow Warrior, a high-ranking agent from MI7, arrived at the strange goblin dwelling, and the building that appeared in front of her was simply miserable, like a good house, only to be blown up several times, and then barely put together.

It's full of a postmodern style of wildness.

Sonia shook her head, she couldn't imagine what kind of madman would live in such a place that could collapse at any moment.

But the task is the task...

In the MI7 dictionary, mission failure often means only one situation... And Sonya, absolutely and absolutely does not want to appear in Shore Boss's battle damage report in that situation.

She's the best student Shore has ever cultivated, so she won't sink in such a damn place!

Sonia approached the strange house very carefully, and in just 50 meters, she found 17 mines made of high explosives buried under the ground, as well as 23 mechanical gadgets that would trigger the alarm, and most importantly, Sonia herself did not know if she had found all the hidden dangerous objects...

"Hell! This place is even crazier than the Darkblade's War Zone! ”

Sonia wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and she moved slowly in a way that made her move her feet, and judging by what had been observed so far, if she was not careful, the explosives buried in the ground would blow her to pieces, along with the entire block.

No wonder, before going on his own mission, Shore Boss repeatedly emphasized that he must be careful and careful, more careful...

"Click"

As Sonya lightly dodged a rope that tripped over thunder, the moment she landed on the ground, she keenly heard the sound of the machine spring being pressed down, accompanied by the slight sinking of her left foot, which made Sonya's back immediately covered with a layer of cold sweat... She knew she had fallen into a trap.

But to be honest, it's no wonder that Sonia is not a good learner, and the skill she has shown to walk on the narrow ground of this frenzied bomb density is already quite terrifying.

But now, Sonya, who was completely trapped, had no choice, she could only pull out her tools, and while lifting the trap under her feet, she shouted loudly:

"Dr. Bang Bang! If you can hear it! I have no ill will..."

"It was Hesso and the master craftsman of Mecatok who recommended me to come over... You should remember them, they claim to be your friends..."

"Bang"

As soon as the words fell, the closed door of the battlefield house in front of Sonia opened...

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