The entire Razim team was led by a bald middle-aged man who was transformed in a large area with a dark green structure. He had a big beard and his shiny bald head reflected oil under the headlights of the venue, which was in sharp contrast with the dark structure on his body.

"Mr. Ivanovich." The director of the venue looked at the other party with a smile.

The nature of the science and technology exhibition is more inclined to commercial exhibitions. This place is basically sarcastic and sarcastic, and in suits and ties emphasizes the exchange of interests of open and secret struggles. Those who come in with direct combat equipment like the Razim Group are really no one except Jiuke and the people from the Crime Bureau.

Not to mention that the gun handle on the body is exposed.

"Everyone is really active... the wine given to the iceberg is not ready yet." The director of the venue spread his hands at the main venue with a smile.

"Blank."

The bald head took a step forward and a finger was nailed to the chest of the director of the venue:

"The things on the Snow Wolf Plain are not over..."

"Sorry, Mr. Ivanovich, I don't understand." Blank, the director of the venue, looked innocent. "I am only responsible for today's venue. If you came today for the matter with Miguang Company, why not stay there until the main venue ends?"

Unexpectedly, Ivanovic suddenly took a step forward and pushed Blank into a stagger:

"You know the best what you Crohn Group people did. What do you think we are here to do today?"

Turing, who was staying in the leisure area, took a sip of the agave and looked at Kahn on the side. Green hair was now holding the three-stage shaker brought by the bartender to make a special mix. Her slender fingers skillfully flew over the kettle.

"What is the Snow Wolf Plain?"

"Are they talking about the Snow Wolf Plain?" Kahn focused on handling the work.

The distance between the two and the booth of the main venue is not close, and normal human ears cannot hear the conversation. Turing relies on technology integrated into the phantom limbs.

"Some time ago, well... the day before yesterday, a terrorist attack occurred in the Snow Wolf Plain in the Ice Fortland. The temperature in that place is still at minus twenty degrees Celsius." Kahn shook the wine pot gently, turned his head and smiled at Turing.

"A minus twenty degrees, an uninhabited plain, a terrorist attack. What did the people from the Crohn Group do? It's time to change one."

"To be precise, it was Miguang Company's move. The two sides chose Ice Castle for the first time."

In recent times, turmoil caused by constructors has intensified and has grown rapidly around the world. In Iceburg, it is the first small conflict between Crohn and the Razim group.

"It seems that Razim should have lost a lot."

If it was Miguang Company, it might be related to Daddy's side, but Dad said that Dad's focus has been on Banga recently, and perhaps his opponent in the company... Turing Thinking.

Turing continued to monitor and collect information. The bald man in the ice castle over there was already suppressed by the members of the Jiuke who came up and took the black and white team to a corner of the exhibition center. However, Turing noticed that the bald man in the team led the team left the team with two accompanying him and went to the deputy booth next to him.

"I think the Crohn Group should not prepare a showroom for its opponents."

"Yes, the micro venue will not be provided. But in addition to the exchange of interests, this exhibition does have the role of technical exchange. If their skills are excellent, they can still be on the main booth, without exception." Kahn said.

The entire exhibition is divided into main booths and multiple sub booths, and there are many open micro venues. It is basically provided with capital within the Crohn black market and some special builder capital.

The micro venue was sold to other builders to give them a place to display and communicate more about their technology. There is a related contract between Wilson and the Black Market, which has the right to use the micro venue for a five-year period. Shahu has already taken Wilson's team to go there, and Turing did not stay there in order to observe the scene, and even Kahn and Kang Chuck came out.

The small friction between Razim's team and the Qiantu Building was resolved by Jiuke. At this moment, some teams also went to the main venue and began to build their own mini-venues.

"Which company is that?" Turing looked at the deputy booth where the bald Ivanovic was at the moment. The other party was communicating with the staff at the deputy booth and was soon invited into it.

That is the place where the most people are in circulation. Judging from the uniforms, it is a force that Turing doesn't recognize.

"[Ni Ante Nugget Factory], the largest raw material supplier in the black market." Kahn bent over and looked over the side where the gray fox blocked his sight. "Lazim's people should want to talk to them about the raw material supply... If the two sides really want to fight, Ni Ante might make a big profit."

"It turned out to be them."

Turing has seen a lot of information about this capital in the black market system.

As for Domino Military Industry and Hengchuan Medical, Turing has also known these two capitals before on the black market terminal. One is the pure military industry, which directly produces and supplies weapons to the Icefort government, but is not the main supplier of Icefort military.

Another Hengchuan Medical comes from Kim Jae-ruan's Peninsula hometown. You can learn from the name that it has a highly similar feature to Wilson Company, except that they do not have "carbon transformation".

"The people from the Animus Foundation seem to have not arrived yet." Turing did not forget his main purpose.

"Don't worry, this exhibition will be held until night, even very late."

A cup of prepared agave was placed in Turing's hand, which made the gray fox face armor look at Kahn.

"The wine here is not good, drink mine." Kahn said, holding the cup and touching the one in Turing's hand gently.

At this moment, a dull sound came from the side.

Kang Chue, who has been playing the transparent man next to him, blocked the aisle in the leisure area:

"Miss, someone is here."

Turing turned his head and saw Kang Chuan's tall figure walking in front of him. Three men in suits and ties walked up to him. The young man in the lead was meticulously combed with a smile on his face and the logo of Satar Information Technology Company was on his chest.

"Mr. Kang Chuck, I think this is not the exhibition hall of Wilson, right?"

The handsome young man narrowed his eyes and looked over Kang Chuan, scanning Kahn's face with a hint of enthusiasm on his face.

“Awat Satar.”

Kahn took a sip of the agave and didn't look at it: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Miss Kahn, we haven't seen each other for a long time, aren't we? Wouldn't you invite me to sit down and talk about the past?"

"Are you referring to the Crohn Group's operations in the Hellen District? Thank you for Satar's drone gift." Kahn smiled softly.

Awat Satar's expression did not change, and he stepped forward with a smile: "I sincerely apologize to you. If possible, I hope to have a good talk with you. This is related to the business of Wilson. Didn't Miss Kahn come for this today?"

Kahn turned his head expressionlessly: "Is that the job of the Qiantu Building, or do you think you can control the Qiantu Building by your decision?"

However, Awat was ready to bypass Kang Chul and sat opposite Kahn, but was stopped by Kang Chul again:

"Little Satar, you can't go any further."

He glanced at Kang Chul who was blocking him, and Awat Satar had no smile on his face and sneered: "Do you dare to stop me?"

Kang Chuan didn't say anything anymore, and the hydraulic organs on his body made a dull and heavy sound, which was very obvious.

"This is an exhibition held by Crohn Group and hosted by the Jungtu Building. As a member of Crohn Black Market, only those who are also Crohn Group are qualified to question my behavior, but it is just a question, or... "

Awat turned to Kahn, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Miss Kahn decided to resume his marriage with Satar and join the United Group with Wilson?"

Kahn's green eyes closed slightly, and a series of electric arcs ignited between them, and the wine glass hovering on her lips was gently placed back on the table.

"Take him away, Kurt."

The hydraulic organ was grinding, and Kang Chuan suddenly poked out his big hand and grabbed Awat. The latter laughed contemptuously and then retreated. The black suit behind him took a step forward, blocking Kang Chuan's robotic arm.

"Miss Kahn, your current behavior is despising the Crohn Group. You still have a chance to stop..."

"Sir, if I remember correctly, the safety issues in the venue will be jointly responsible for Jiuke and the Crime Bureau." The intertwined voice came from Kahn, interrupting Awat's voice.

"Which onion are you?" Awat glanced at the gray fox, he didn't know him.

Although he didn't know each other, he saw that Kahn had just made a bartender for the other party, and he came here for this.

Turing glanced at the other person, and the sensory eyepiece lit up and down, scanning the other person and the two builders next to him.

The two Tektronix eroders have [photon circuit] and [reverse rotary power furnace] wire plated traces, and there is a signal transmitter on the side of the helmet. There are two removable drone equipment behind it, which has no scientific research value and no threat.

As for this young man who looked at Kahn with a hot look, the core processor and his brain gave two words of evaluation:

Rubbish.

If you need an adjective, it is "the identity is not very noble garbage".

"Unrespectful guy!"

The red sacrificial sacrificed the bodyguard on the side to rush towards Turing, and a slap came towards the face armor.

The people here are extremely sensitive to scanning and slapped in person, which is simply an insult.

Tu Lingying didn't move, and three phantom limbs proliferated and pressed them on the face of the Tek erosioner, and suddenly pressed them to the ground. The green hair on one side smiled, poked out his finger and gently clicked the phantom limb passing by him, making a crisp collision sound.

"Dare you dare to do it here?!"

Awat was not surprised but happy, noticed the logo of [Wilson Company-Head of Industrial R&D] on Turing's chest, and waved suddenly:

"Guard! Take him up!"

The personnel of Jiushi who were scattered around the venue noticed this scene, and a three-person team quickly surrounded:

"Let go. What's going on here?" The first two words said to Turing.

"I am the direct heir of Satar Information Technology Company, and this person wants to attack me." Awat smiled and took a step back, pointing to Turing, whose phantom limb has not been retracted. "Miss Kahn, you shouldn't make your people too impulsive... Well, it seems to be a technician? That's a pity. I heard that there are not many technicians in Wilson Company..."

"Rich children, go there."

The member of the Jiude department, who was in charge, frowned and waved, and asked Awat to retreat. The latter raised his hands with a smile and retreated: "Do you need me to ask the bodyguard to help you, police officer?"

The leader ignored him.

This situation is often held at the Crohn Exhibition every time, and it is not uncommon.

It’s just that it’s usually a small conflict between small capital or some related constructor organizations. I haven’t seen anyone who directly attacks Crohn’s internal capital.

"Sir, come with us." The members of Jiuke walked to the table, "Your behavior has interfered with the normal order of the venue. Please cooperate with our work. In addition, let this person go first..."

"Wilson has an important display project at the main booth today, and this is our technical director." Kahn spread his hands and said to the members of the Nine Core.

"Miss Kahn, what are you talking about?" Awat on the side laughed. "Your behavior is enough to threaten the safety of the venue. What does this have to do with the exhibition? Well... But if you are willing to make concessions for today's negotiations with the Qiantu Building, I can tell you the police officer. You must know that a scientific research supervisor is also very precious to Wilson..."

Turing looked at Avat, who was proud of himself.

Although he didn't know what the "marriage" was, he probably learned about the purpose of this guy now.
To be continued...