Son of the Tower

Chapter 119 Milk Tea Is Tea

Mars watched Lin successfully retreat into the room from the scope. He had been trying in vain to find the hunter in the night. He felt something, but the night was the camouflage of the hunter, so how could the prey easily see the hunter.

Mars could just pull the trigger, and in doing so, he and his children would die, and one more name would be crossed off the list.

But Mars didn't do it, Mars pityed the kid, so Mar didn't pull the trigger from the roof nine yards away from 470...but as long as the trigger was pulled, the bullet would first penetrate Lin Chenggong's chest, and then the armor-piercing bullet would Through his body and eventually into the head of the child he was holding.

What really stopped Mars was not Lin Chenggong's identity as a messenger, but the movement of turning around and protecting his child behind him... The standard police guard movement, using his own body as a shield, to protect the target he wants to protect, in order to prolong the bullet's time. The action distance in the body, facing the direction where the bullet may fly sideways, and guarding the target behind.

Mars' father used this action to protect Mars more than once, so when Mars saw this man named Lin Chenggong doing this, he finally let go of the half-pressed trigger.

This should be a fish...a fish that sank to the bottom just like my father.

This made Mars completely give up his plan to kill Lin Chenggong, but the problem came.

Mars didn't kill him, which is not consistent with Mars' previous killing trajectory - since the eradication of the transport team, Mars has been giving the police and the Dead Eye team an illusion that a transcendent stabbed Dead Eye for unknown reasons The target of the group, and then he kept finding new targets by various means.

It doesn't matter whether the leaders and group leaders of these dead-eye groups have disclosed their identities.

During Meng Zou’s surveillance, one possibility that the police analyzed was that the murderer was able to read memories from the brain of the deceased, and was a standard psychic assassin—an assassin of this sequence is said to be able to torture souls.

But who would know that one of Mars' abilities is not a psychic spell, but the intelligence analysis from the tower and the information obtained by cracking the electronic brain.

Even the Dead Eye group betrayed Chris Wall with guilt in order to organize well... He is the real betrayer, Er Wu Zai.

Lin Chenggong, you are really a problematic guy, I will not kill you, but you will face suspicious eyes in the future, I must find a suitable reason.

Thinking of this, Mars put away his gun.

"It's time to go home." Mars looked at Meng Zou who was eating snacks.

The latter was carrying a big bag and a small bag, while chewing on snacks: "Why didn't you shoot."

"Lin Chenggong has a problem. He may be the same as my father. Let the mentor ask."

"Really, please, my record here is that he was kicked out of the police academy 30 years ago." Meng Zou followed Mars down the stairs, and he closed the door of the clock tower with his feet.

"If you don't kick him out, who will be the bottom fish, you?" Mars said while climbing over the wall.

And Meng Zou turned on the magnetic foot, and walked directly along the big iron gate of the fence: "I'm sure I can't, I'm an omnic, which family's insane want me to be a gangster."

Isn't it because your mouth is too open, kid?

While muttering, Mars led Meng Zou into the car.

We have to find an opportunity to successfully connect with Lin, but before that, we must first get the token.

So on the way home, Mars called his mentor and told him about it.

"No problem, I happen to be drinking tea with Ximen in the tea house in District [-]. I'll ask him for you and I'll give you news afterwards." The tutor on the phone hung up after finishing speaking.

Mars turned his head to look at Meng Zou: "The instructor said that he is in the teahouse in the fourth district, how is the consumption there?"

"5000 Thai Nanyuan per person per hour does not include refreshments, and [-] yuan for a table package is free of charge for two hours." After finishing speaking, Meng Zou turned to look at Mars, with little stars on the artificial eyeballs in his eye sockets: "There The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is very delicious, but it's not for takeaway, when will you invite me to eat it?"

"The family is poor and can't afford it." Mars rebuffed straight away.

Meng Zou let out a scream that standard humans couldn't hear: "Didn't you just make money!"

"For 5000 yuan, you can eat two hundred catties of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at the dim sum shop just now." Mars' answer directly hit Meng Zou's machine spirit.

Given the choice between a small bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus cake worth 5000 yuan or two hundred catties of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the young machine soul finally chose the latter.

Two hundred catties, although it's not that delicious, but it's enough.

Fortunately, he is not an adult, and he still doesn't understand what I want.

While wiping his forehead, Mars felt that he had escaped a catastrophe this time.

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Putting down his phone, Yu Xianzhe turned his head and glanced at the old man who was drinking tea: "Ximen, I have something to ask you afterwards."

Then he turned his head and looked at the old man sitting in the corner: "Xiao Zhang, I told you last year that your grandson named John can't control his lower body. I can't let him enter the tower. If you don't believe me, okay?" Oh, it made the little girl of the Zhao family's belly bigger, and her grandson wanted to catch her smoking for dozens of days, and now you still have the ability to blame me for this matter."

"Where, where, Mr. Sage, Mr. Zhang is also confused. After all, the little guy is from the royal family of Xilu." The middle-aged man sitting next to Ximen wiped his sweat while helping to speak Aiki words.

"What's the matter with the royal family of Xilu, do they have two heads or six heads?" Ms. Celine, who was sitting opposite him, snorted coldly: "Now there is no one alive, no dead body, maybe it has been buried in the ground It's rotten."

"Can you Gaota say something nice, my Zhang family doesn't have many grandchildren, and I can't afford to die." The old man in the corner looked at Superintendent Ximen after saying this: "Ximen, this happened in your new Hangzhou. .”

"I'm in charge of the North Headquarters. There are no people on the territory of the South Headquarters. Why don't you ask the children of the old Zhou's family." Ximen Pulsatilla spoke and took a sip of tea.

Zhou Zhiwu from the old Zhou family had just become the director of the South Head Office a few years ago.

"Zhou Zhicheng was in a car accident half a month ago, and he is still in the hospital. Aren't you in charge of him?" the middle-aged man asked Ximen.

"I just took over half a month ago, and everyone can't recognize it. And Xiao Zhang, your grandson is outrageous. You asked him to come to New Hangzhou, and he didn't give him cigarettes, alcohol and tea. He even dared to go to the dead eye group. As a tax collector, the raw monkey in the southern archipelago made some gangster movies to see him fooled." Yu Xianzhe reached out and pressed the tea table with his hand, interrupting the old man's attempt to overthrow the table: "I Let's put it this way, New Hangzhou is not Shangjing, and this is not a place for you to run wild. When the sages ruled the world and I killed the whole family who committed crimes, your great-grandfather dared not speak loudly in front of me. If you don't believe me, ask you The old money around."

The snow leopard sage, who had been silent all this time, smiled: "I lost my favorite grandson, so you can just say a few more human words, Lao Yu."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled the old man back to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't play prestige here, I think I will help you for the sake of your family's ancestors, but if you really want to die, believe it or not, I will help Lao Yu kill your family."

The two sages lowered their faces, and the old man finally gave up.

"Then the question is, who asked him to be a tax collector." Yu Xianzhe looked at Ximen.

"Little John has a year-end friend on the Internet, named Genjiro Kobayakawa, who is from the Dead Eye Team. I heard that he came to New Hangzhou and was looking for a job, so I gave him this job." Ximen rubbed his temples at this point. .

"Genjiro Kobayakawa, what about others?" asked the old man in the corner.

"I was killed, and the body is still in the freezer of the funeral home." Ximen didn't say much, but directly sent the internal report to the old man: "Old Zhang, it's not that I won't help you, the murderer is a veteran, He took away the guy's electronic brain, obviously either he is proficient in psychic spells or he is a master hacker, these famous masters, if you let ordinary police officers take charge of the case, you are harming them."

"I know, I can understand, but has the Dead Eye group offended anyone recently?" Lao Zhang looked up with some doubts after reading the content on the tablet in his hand.

This time, Ms Celine answered: "They offended the city."

(End of this chapter)