Son of the Tower

Chapter 107 Finding fun and doing business can always be confused

Back down the mountain and at the stop of the tram, Mars looked at Meng Zou, who had remained silent until then.

"Why didn't you speak?"

"These seniors will definitely not like a noisy omnic." Meng Zou said here and looked at Mars: "And I have heard of your father, but I never knew he would be there."

"Are there any special requirements above?" Mars asked curiously.

"This mountain only accepts policemen, and only those policemen who fought for this land to the last moment. Those among them either died in a gun battle with criminals, or died exhausted on their posts. Among them, the most famous He was the senior police inspector Xia Nantian in the early days of the Great Destruction. He and his colleagues guided the citizens of the northern cities going south from the beginning of the Great Destruction. up to the post.” Meng Zou turned around and pointed to the tall black tower on the top of the mountain: “That’s the spiritual tower, where all the policemen who died in the era of great destruction are there, and those who died in the new era like your father will be on the platform below .”

Mars looked at the tower following Meng Zou's guidance.

"I never knew that." Mars never heard his history teacher say that.

"Because history will eventually become history, there is nothing wrong with mortals forgetting all this, but our omnic still remembers that my father even worked with Inspector Xia, and he said he was a good man." Meng Zou said Here, notice the arrival of the tram.

He and Mars jumped into the car, and when they sat on the second floor, Meng Zou noticed that his master, Mars, was looking at the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Meng Zou asked.

"I saw a girl in a white dress, and there was a big yellow dog beside him..." Mars felt a little puzzled—there was no one living here, why he could see a little girl and a big yellow dog.

His sixth sense screamed when she appeared with it, but Mars didn't feel any danger. It wasn't until the little girl turned to look at him that Mars realized that something was wrong—her eye sockets There are no eyes, only pure white soul fire.

"What girl and big yellow dog?" The voice from Meng Zou woke Mars up, and he looked around: "I fell asleep?"

"How do I know, but you must have been talking in your sleep just now." Speaking of this, Meng Zou sighed: "It's getting late today, what about tomorrow, what are we going to do tomorrow."

"Genjiro Kobayakawa, he is still on the list. I heard that this guy is still a member of the Vigilante Council. It is really a shame for the Vigilante Council to let such a person sneak into the Vigilante Council. Let us erase this shame." Speaking of this, Mal Si wiped his face - he must have been mentally exhausted recently, which made him have hallucinations.

"No problem, I'll give you the information tomorrow morning, and I'll find out what color underpants he's wearing." Meng Zou said confidently.

"That's not necessary." Mars said that he was not interested in what men wore.

As for her and it just now, Mars felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan, even if it is a ghost who can walk here, it cannot be some bad species.

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Back at the workshop, seeing the empty refrigerator, Mars looked at Meng Zou: "Didn't I ask you to buy vegetables?"

"I'll buy your size. I don't know what you like to eat as a natural person. How about I put ten bottles of engine oil in it?" Meng Zou waved his poisonous tongue at this.

"...Forget it, let's find Lin Chenggong." Mars said as he walked towards the garage.

"Want to eat beef balls and fresh shrimp noodles, yes, yes." Hearing that it was delicious, Meng Zou immediately became excited, and he jumped into the car with Mars: "By the way, what did you say about Lin Chenggong?" Messenger, does it mean that he is also from the Dead Eye Group?"

"No." Mars shook his head as he pulled the car out of the garage.

"The courier is a semi-public identity. The courier will provide messages to all gangs when they need to negotiate. They will save some items that need to be conveyed. Sometimes the police and informants will even use the courier to communicate when they are disconnected. "Mars explained.

"Then if we capture the messenger, we will be able to find a lot of evidence." Meng Zou asked.

"Then you got into trouble with everyone, the gang, the underworld, the police, the lone psychic, the psychic assassin he helped, and even some sects and sects will come to trouble you. How many people can a messenger serve? Sometimes he can't even remember himself, and losing a messenger is unacceptable to many people, so if I were you, I would definitely not make his idea." Mars said there is another idea that he didn't say Come out——Lin Chenggong is still a member of the dead-eye group. It must be because he was in the beginning, and later because he became famous as a middleman and everyone recognized him, so he turned into a messenger.

It is better to say that he is a freelancer than to say that he is a member of the Dead Eye Group.

Therefore, at least he would not have any direct relationship with his father's death, and killing a messenger would take too many risks, at least Mars couldn't risk his idea before eliminating others on the list.

Thinking of this, Mars opened the small business card that Lin Chenggong gave him before, and then entered his coordinate inquiry number-this is a means for many traveling stalls to attract repeat customers. You only need to enter their inquiry into the inquiry software on your mobile phone. Inquiry numbers can find out their current coordinates and whether they are in business.

In a megacity like this, it's also the only way repeat customers can find them.

"In District [-], wow, this boss is really interesting." Meng Zou wowed.

Because the eighth district of New Hangzhou is an administrative district, the North Headquarters and the headquarters of many public functional departments are located in the eighth district. To enter this district, there is a hard indicator that the credit rating of the stall owner must be very good. This proves from one side Lin Chenggong’s success—but think about it, Mr. a stall owner who sells out every day and has people chasing after him as a repeat customer is still a messenger, and it seems that he has been in this business for more than ten years, presumably the credit rating must be It will be very good.

There is no doubt that a messenger cannot live ten years without credit.

That's why Mars didn't want to be his enemy. A guy with principles shouldn't be his enemy.

Came to the parking lot in District [-], parked the car, and the two people dressed up as Mars Gayatt and Meng lined up at the end of the line on the opposite side of the road. This is also the place where the swimming stalls are placed. There are already tables and chairs. For public facilities, what is really needed here is a skilled chef like Lin Chenggong.

Lin Chenggong had just opened the stall, and there were not many people queuing up. When Mars looked forward, he could see a lot of policemen—all the gentlemen in the North Headquarters must have done it because of what Mars had done in the past few days. And face overtime hell.

I'm really sorry, but Mars is even more sorry when he thinks that he may bring them more trouble in the future.

But when it was time to do it, Mars would not hesitate.

With such thoughts in mind, Mars slowly came to the front of the stall. As soon as he saw Mars, the middle-aged stall owner laughed: "Welcome to the big family of beef balls, little guy."

Meng Zou snatched the money in front of Mars waving his mobile phone, and then, like last time, the stall owner put the food Meng Zou wanted on a wooden tray and handed it to Meng Zou.

It was Mars' turn to pay, and he showed some respect for this memory. Mars took Meng Zou to a small table in a corner.

"Why don't we stop shopping for groceries. It would be nice to eat with this gentleman." Meng Zou communicated with Mars clearly while filling his mouth.

"That won't work. You have to prepare some. After all, Mr. Lin can only be in charge of breakfast and dinner, and we don't necessarily have the opportunity to get to the end of the line every day." Mars only came to eat twice, and found that Lin Chenggong's stall is really fast shipping, even if his food is more expensive than other stalls, but when the authenticity and delicacy are combined, in many cases, the more expensive the food, the more expensive it is.

Just as he was thinking this way, Mars noticed that several young police officers had finished picking up the meals. Among them was a young police officer Mars had seen on the mountain just now. He had yellow hair and did not look like a southerner.

Several young people sat together and chatted about the cases of the last two days, including the case of Chris Val, the gunman who was able to kill Chris with a single shot on a tall building 1000 meters away. He expressed a certain amount of respect. After all, it is really difficult to hit a person with a gun at a distance of thousands of meters without using a large-caliber heavy bullet.

Of course, Mars would not say that this shot was Chris who he guided Meng Zou to remotely operate the prosthetic body.

Then they talked about the unfinished building. This time, they were very happy about the untimely death of the third transportation team-everyone in the third transportation team had a bounty of 70 yuan per person. The police hunted them more than once, but these people lived in the wild all year round. The guy's nose seems to be sharper than a dog's, and he can escape every time.

This time it was also their doomed death. They transported goods into the city, and then folded them all in the unfinished building.

After eating, Mars had no choice but to take Meng Zou and put the empty dinner plate into the storage box, and then left.

"What are we going to do next?" Meng Zou and Mars stood on the side of the road, looking at the feasting world, this newborn in the omnic world was a little confused.

"I don't know." When my father was still alive, after dinner every day, my father would take Mars and the ledger to collect protection fees-this is a very ancient and very modern job, and it is ancient because This kind of work has existed since ancient times before the old age.

As for modern times, protection fees are now collected using various collection and payment software, and everyone can get things done with a simple scan of their mobile phones.

It's a pity that the work of collecting protection fees is generally done in the new urban area, because the troublemakers in the old urban area are sometimes more fearless than the gangsters, and the giants can fight. Lin, a resident of the old city, was beaten to death.

As for why he was punched to death, it was not because Lin was a legendary fighter with a punch value of more than 30, and he just hit the chest of the former debt collector, and the heart of the debt collector was There is a problem, this back and forth, the senior fell back and became a corpse. Lin was sentenced to 30 days of community service because of his negligence in the process of protecting the blackmailed person.

This is all what my father said.

Now I don't know who is collecting the bill.

Mars thought for a while, today is Thursday, um...it should be in District 23.

Thinking of this, Mars walked to his car and snapped his fingers.

The car drove over automatically, and Meng Zou followed him.

"Where are we going?" Meng Zou turned over and sat in the passenger seat.

"Look for fun and do business together." Mars also jumped into the cab.

(End of this chapter)