Son of the Tower

Chapter 102 The Road Not Envisioned

Chris Wall, what the hell are you living for.

The young Muse Ratman stood outside the door of the chess and card room, watching the sun jump out from the distant sea level. After playing mahjong all night, he couldn't wait for the person he wanted to wait for.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a taxi stopped in front of him immediately. The young people who spend money in the largest chess and card room in Xinhangzhou seem to have endless money in their pockets.

This is the feeling of many lower-class citizens, and it is also true. Chris Wall has never worried about money, because he can make a lot of money in every transaction.

Leaning in the passenger seat and giving his address, Chris looked out the window. He was looking at people, people who should have arrived long ago.

It's a pity that they never showed up. My father didn't come when he was young, he didn't come when his father died in an assassination, he didn't come when he was an adult, he didn't come when he took over the business... Now even the convoy has collapsed, all The goods were scattered before the eyes of the people of the world, and they still did not come.

Have they forgotten that there is still a dead ghost of Dorne Val and a child named Chris Val in this world.

...Maybe I forgot.

Watching the young man outside the window humming his father's favorite song when he was still alive, after the car stopped, he used his credit card to pay for the car, and then got out of the car door and stood on the sidewalk.

The crowd was bustling in the steel jungle called the city, and children with schoolbags walked past Chris in groups of three and four.

If my father hadn't taken over the latent tasks, would I have been able to live as happily as these children in my childhood?

Maybe there is maybe, but if not if.

Chris took a newspaper from the newsstand upstairs in his house, which wrote the story of what happened in the unfinished building that happened yesterday. Heroic on the ground.Some media also said that the number of contraband seized this time is the largest in the last 100 years, and the black hands behind the transportation of these contraband must be severely punished.

I'm right here, damn you people.

Chris sighed in his heart, you didn't come, the land in your mouth has already swallowed my father, will it swallow me and my possible child next.

Does this land require the Vaal family to continue to sacrifice.

It's just because all this was a ridiculous decision made by a father in the summer of that year. He fulfilled himself, but pushed the whole family into the abyss.

Sitting in a chair by the side of the road, Chris watched the children pass by, until eventually they started running and disappearing.

I envy them that they can go to school, I envy them that they have a better life, I envy them that they don't have to live like me.

Stand up, walk into the lobby of the building, take the elevator to the floor where your home is, open the door, and close the door.

Chris Wall heard murmurs behind him.

A small hand grabbed his hand and flung him onto the carpet.

Then the lights in the room came on, and the owner of the palatial private suite looked at the stranger sitting on the chair... and laughed.

I finally waited.

………………

Mars looked at Chris Wall who was subdued by Meng Zou on the carpet. He didn't resist at all. After being searched by Meng Zou and took away a pistol and a dagger, Meng Zou went to the door and locked it the door.

But the head of the family was still laughing on the carpet.

"You guys are finally here, I've finally waited for this day, quickly take my head, and quickly convict me! I've had enough of this damn mission!"

Seeing his furious appearance, Mars sighed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chris Wall, you probably confused us with some people."

Mr. Chris Wall was silent for a few seconds: "Aren't you from the Southern Tainan Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"No." Mars shook his head.

"Then are you from the Fort Carter Military Intelligence Joint Center?" The young Muse Ratman seemed a little hopeful.

Mars shook his head.

"The Principality of Farol?" The rat man sat up.

Mars shook his head a little helplessly.

"You can't be from the Justice Order!" The rat man pointed to Mars.

"Sorry I'm not." Mars continued to retort.

"Then who are you, you can't be from the high tower!" The rat man grabbed his head, and it seemed that he was about to lose his mind.

"Yes, I am an apprentice of the tower." Mars nodded with a smile.

"You fucking say you're not! Kill me! Take my head and tell everyone in this city that it's mine! I'm the one behind it! I'm fed up with this life! Let me die! "Mr. Ratman in front of Mars was almost insane, he stood up, looked at Mars with wide eyes and roared.

But Mars was doomed to disappoint him, for he got up, walked past him, and walked into the side kitchen to pick up a cake he had just bought.

When he took it out, the madness on Chris Val's face disappeared, and tears rolled down his eyes like rain.

Mars put the cake on the table: "I investigated you when I came here and found your birthday. Your birthday is not four months later but today, so... Happy birthday, birthday boy."

Chris didn't move, he covered his mouth and cried like a tearful man.

Mars stood there, looking at this young man who had forgotten his own birthday, and suddenly realized that his mentor was really wrong, because some people were surrounded by darkness, but there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes.

When the young man had cried enough, he sat on a chair beside him and looked at Mars: "I thought I was going to die, but I never thought that there would be a half-grown child for my birthday... Thank you, what's your name."

"Mars, it would be better if you still remember my father." After Mars finished speaking, he began to divide the cake with a knife.

"Mars... Marley who are you."

"Father, if I have no accidents, I should be the same as you."

Having said that, Mars handed the young birthday man a piece of cake.

"...I never knew that you and I would be traveling together." The young man took the cake, and then took the knife and fork from Mars: "I'm starting to envy you, you know."

"We all lost our fathers. Is there anything to compare with?" Mars shook his head.

Chris thought for a while, then sighed: "Yeah, there's nothing to compare with, but why did you come to me today, you said you were from the tower..."

"I want to know how many members of the Dead Eye group you have in your hands." Mars went straight in.

Chris frowned, then he stood up, walked to the computer desk beside him, opened his cabinet, took out a USB flash drive from it, and put it in front of Mars.

"There is a list of the leaders and group leaders of our entire freight group, their addresses, and their superficial cover identities. I thought I wouldn't need it." Speaking of this, the young man began to gobble up Cake: "You take the information from me. If my accomplices die and nothing happens to me, those guys will think that I betrayed them, so you must kill me."

"Why?" Marcus asked.

"I want to be a human, not a ghost, it's as simple as that." After eating the last bite of cake, Chris looked up at Mars: "Come on, give me a chance."

"Maybe we have another way," Myers said, taking a step back.

"What way." Chris didn't understand: "Please, Mars, for the sake of whatever, give me a relief."

Then the glass facade outside the front of the room shattered and Chris Vale fell to the ground with a bullet belt.

Mars squatted beside him: "A gunman attacked you. When you were about to lose consciousness, you heard someone walk in, and then you didn't know anything."

After finishing speaking, Mars put a therapeutic shot in Chris's hand: "If you really can't stand it, give yourself a shot, remember, live, and one day, you can also see the photo. It may be a long day to shine a light on your life, but I swear to you, if the light doesn't come, I will."

Chris, whose lung was injured, couldn't answer, but he still patted Mars' arm hard, and smiled hard.

"Good morning, Mr. Chris Wall." After Mars finished speaking, he looked at Meng Zou, who had already smashed the entire room. down the hard drive.

"Meng Zou, we should go." Mars was already standing at the door.

So Meng Zou followed quickly.

There was no way for the elevator to leave, but Mars still led Meng Zou leisurely down the escape stairs to the first floor.

At this time, some police officers walked into the hall on the first floor. They didn't know what happened upstairs, but someone called the police and said that the glass on the outer wall had fallen off.

Mars, who had completely changed his appearance, walked over with Meng Zou, but no one noticed them.

Walking out of the hall, Mars and Meng Zou walked into the alley. While entering the alley, Meng Zou blacked out the cameras at both ends of the alley. Mars and he took off their coats and put them on backwards. Together, the two leopards tore off the stickers on the shoes and stuffed them into their pockets.

Walking out of the alley, Mars, who had changed into a different person, and Meng Zou, who had torn off his leopard ear and tail prosthesis, walked into the crowd.

Meng Zou inserted the USB flash drive in his hand into the slot on the back of his neck, and began to scan the USB flash drive to confirm its safety, while counting the rolls of money, "We have a good harvest. There are tens of thousands here." Great, where can we go for lunch." Mars and Meng Zou were about to find a place to have a good meal when they saw two black suits standing in front of them.

The leader Mars knew.

Isn't this Mr. Leon Kennedy, the most embarrassing Education Bureau agent in my memory?

(End of this chapter)