Son of the Tower

Chapter 103 Seagulls, Breakwaters, Summer Straw Hats

"How old is it, ID card." The young Education Bureau agent held out his hand to Mars.

This move is what the education bureau agents are best at. When they see a suspected target, they ask for their ID card. If they show it, they ask why the little guy is running around on the street while he is studying.

If even the big ones can't show their ID cards, that's even better, and they'll be taken to the police station in the district for careful investigation to see what went wrong.

It's a pity that Mars is no longer the helpless cub who ate the buffet in the rain. He took out his ID card, and Mars explained his identity in Sidney with a taste of Carterburg.

"Speak human language, kid, you understand it, right?" Leon glanced at the ID card in his hand, scanned it with the device he pulled out from his waist, and put it away after confirming that there was no problem.

Mars still glanced at Meng Zou, and found that this guy was playing dumb happily.

He could only wipe the tip of his nose: "Mars Gayatt, an immigrant from the Westland, has just arrived and will only enter school in the second half of the year."

These are all rhetoric that have been prepared long ago. In order to be correct, even the identity of Mars Gayatt has been incorporated into the Education Bureau system.

Another dwarf gentleman took out his tablet and entered Mars's name under Mars's correction: "Ah, I can check the data, there is nothing wrong, Leon."

"Well, what's the matter with this kid." Leon returned the ID card in his hand to Mars, and then pointed to Meng Zou.

"Come on, Xiao Meng, give the two gentlemen the whole job."

After Mars finished speaking, Meng Zou shook his head and lifted off his artificial scalp and the top bulletproof alloy skull cover.

"Sorry to bother you." After confirming that it was an omnic and not a hapless artificial brain, the two Education Bureau agents fled.

And as soon as they got into their convertible, they heard the rear wheels snap and explode.

When they got out of the car and looked at the car tires worrying, Meng Zou, who had put his raised skull and artificial skin back in place, pulled out a USB flash drive from the slot in his palm and threw it on the front dashboard of the convertible. .

Sun Chuwu, the name sounds very ordinary. In the information shared by Meng Zou to Mars, this guy’s cover identity is the teacher of Xinhang No.15 Middle School in District [-], although this guy is only in the delivery team of the dead eye group The courier who taught him only taught sports, but when he thought that this kind of guy could still get money from the Education Bureau, Mars was not very angry. Let this kind of guy be thrown into prison as soon as possible.

"Shouldn't you keep him? Maybe you will find another target through the letter he sent." Meng Zou still hesitated.

"You can't leave this kind of scum in the school." As Mars said, he raised his head, because there were delicious-looking fish and meat on the Ruoda billboard across the road: "Come on, let's eat fish here." .”

"Will it be expensive?" Meng Zou narrowed his eyes.

Mars couldn't step out with his raised leg.

Meng Zou turned his head and pointed to the trailer that was setting up a stall on the side of the road: "How about we just eat a bowl of beef balls here."

"Is it clean?" Mars asked himself.

"Are we really rich, and we eat so well, we still have to go back to the tower to eat wax, right?" Meng Zou's question pointed directly at Leopard's heart.

So Mars turned around and followed Meng Zou to the trailer, turning around every step of the way.

In the end, Mars sat on the chair that had just been placed in front of the trailer. Although the family kitchen in the trailer is not without delicious food, but... Mars took a small bowl, looked at the beef balls inside, and then raised his hand. beginning.

The trailer owner who sells food at a free stall on the street is a middle-aged man. He smiled at Mars: "I've never seen you before, newcomer, I see you've been looking at that billboard, So why don't you try the beef balls I made?"

"Boss, you seem very confident." Mars smiled awkwardly.

"Of course, I, Lin Chenggong, have been making beef balls in New Hangzhou for 20 years. The three specialties are fresh shrimp noodles, beef balls and sesame dim sum. You should try them, brother."

Mars nodded, put the beef balls in his mouth, and bit down lightly.

When the gravy in the inside flowed into the mouth because the meatballs were chewed and damaged, Mars felt that for a moment, he traversed thousands of years in his dream, and ordinary mortals would not believe the things he saw. Witnessing the battle flags of the old world Walk the broken streets with new age warriors, watch the towers of the old world merge with the cities of the new age...but all those moments fade with time, like tears in rain.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Zou asked from the side.

"Delicious." Tears rolled down the corners of Mars' eyes—it was so delicious.

"Delicious is delicious, don't have so much inner drama!" After Meng Zou finished speaking, he opened his mouth and stuffed the beef balls given to him by the stall owner into his mouth.

"Please give me five beef balls." Mars and Meng Zou shouted together.

"This is not possible. Each person can only order one meatball each time, but I still have dim sum and noodles here. Do you want to have some too?" Mr. Lin Chenggong, the stall owner, asked with a smile.

Is there a choice then?

Myers asked himself.

There is no choice at all.

………………

This is the most delicious meal I ate in my 14 years of life. The beef balls are chewy and the soup is delicious, as well as the fresh shrimp noodles and red bean stuffed dim sum covered with sesame seeds.

Boss Lin's craftsmanship is so good, it's no wonder that everyone can only have one copy, because soon there are people queuing up, including policemen, housewives, and even gangsters and students.

They are really captives of food.

Mars even saw the hopelessness of the owner of the big shop opposite, as if seeing the horn of destruction and seeing the death knight's despair.

Mars, who was struggling to eat, left the scene with Meng Zou, who was installing a bionic digestive system. This kid is still feeling the impact of food. In his words, human beings are really a cunning life , to be able to eat such delicious food.

"Who said he didn't want to pretend before, but in the end the instructor forced him to pretend." Mars stood up at this moment, and as a conscientious historian, he denounced Meng Zou's nonsense.

"Hey." Meng Zou smirked, then quickly jumped on the tram that was coming.

Mars went up and paid the money. Mars and Meng Zou went up the small stairs to the second floor of the tram. The roof with the sunshade was not as hot as the eyes of the spectators. Mars and Meng Zou sat down. In the corner of the back row of the car, while sharing information, they waited for the tram to take them to the port in the tenth district.

There are thirteen districts in New Hangzhou that have ports, and the port area in the tenth district is a private port area, and the mixed fish and dragons can show everything.

According to Chris' information, there are still many things in his warehouse, so Mars also got his warehouse's ID card from him when setting up the scene.

Now that the wound has been opened, let Mars see how many festering spots are still under the wound.

　and also!and also! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)