Son of the Tower

Chapter 141 The Walking Swordsman

Claude was a cunning prey. During the next three days of eavesdropping, this guy never mentioned where he was, and he also mentioned a name very cunningly.

Pu Jiale.

His ancestor was from the peninsula, and he was even a celebrity in the Ninth District—the big boss of an entertainment company, "Ye Lai Yu Yu". On the surface, he was still an artist, good at painting modern oil paintings.

In order to confirm whether he was eavesdropped by the murderer, he even betrayed his companion.

Although now he and Park Jiale are no longer companions.

"Pu Jiale is a public figure, and I don't even need to do anything to find him." Meng Zou had no interest in tracking down Pu Jiale, but arranged for the data center in the tower to monitor, and then continued to track Crowe with all his strength. Germany.

His son Calus is also under close watch, but the kid has his own circle of bad boys of all kinds, and he doesn't seem to care if he gets to see his father.

And during the three days of monitoring, Meng Zou also confirmed that Claude and Carles were accompanied by a police security team.

However, the few small bosses under his name don't have any security forces - because except for the one named Qi Yuanren, the other small bosses don't even know that their boss has betrayed the organization.

"How is the situation around Hitoshi Sakimoto?" Mars, who was almost sun-drenched from fishing on the seawall every day, decided to find something to do.

"There is a policeman following him, but he often tells the police that they don't need to follow him, so his security force is useless. If you want to find him today, I think it is a good day, because he is going to find his mistress today, and there is no policeman following him. .” Meng Zou was sitting at his desk listening, and when he heard Mars’s speech, he immediately gave a piece of good news.

Sitting on the table, Mars frowned at the information about Qi Yuanren projected by Meng Zou on the blackboard: "He and his mistress have a child, about two years older than his wife."

"There was one, but it passed away due to an accident during the cruise, poor child." In the newly posted photo on the blackboard, a cute child is smiling, but unfortunately, the person has no color.

"When did it happen?" Mars continued to ask.

"Three years ago, when there was an accident, the rescue screens were backed up in the databases of Shangjing and New Hangzhou..." Meng Zou was silent for a while, and he got up and walked to Mars, who was fully connected to the database and saved the rescue records Put it on the blackboard: "Do you think there is a problem?"

"Suspicion is the way to survive. The nobility and evil of human beings can always surpass your imagination." Mars stopped looking at the fully enlarged picture, and then he pointed out a young woman in the picture: "Look Has it arrived, and his mistress is also on board."

"I'm checking the reported luggage of all the passengers on the cruise ship to see if there are any clues." Meng Zou said while starting to play again.

Mars watched over and over again.

This child fell into the sea in the early hours of the morning when the cruise ship returned from the Southern Islands. Surveillance saw that the child fell and slipped into the sea from the lower part of the guardrail. The ambulance robot was still in the uplink network maintenance state. When the swimming passengers found and jumped into the sea to pick up the child, the child had lost heartbeat and breathing due to prolonged drowning.

Passengers with knowledge of first aid performed external cardiac resuscitation, but to no avail.

"There is nothing suspicious in the luggage of this woman named Yumiko Asai and Hitoshi Sakimoto, but I confirm that Yumiko is a capable person, and among capable persons, at least fifteen extraordinary abilities that can temporarily control a child are not considered Found." Meng Zou said here, typing the information of Yumiko Asai on the blackboard.

Looking at her smile, Mars felt a trace of disgust for no reason: "Meng Zou, what's the situation with Qi Yuanren's wife."

"He and his wife are both psykers, but Qi Yuanren is not as powerful as his wife." Meng Zou laughed when he said this, and he and Mars looked at the child's information.

Well, today is also his birthday.

"Prepare a dossier for his mother." Mars stood up after speaking, and he was smiling, angry, and resentful as he had never been so impatient as today.

"I'll go to the second floor to change clothes, and we'll take care of that today."

"Wait for me, such a good thing, you should let me join in the grand event." Meng Zou operated the printer to print out fonts of different sizes, obviously planning to use them to spell out the dossier.

"I'll wait for you, by the way, today we don't drive, we change to a small motorboat to go out on the sea, just hit a person, I'm afraid we will be watched." Standing in front of the door, Mars ordered.

"That's no problem." Meng Zou nodded: "By the way, what about the monitoring point on the other side of the bridge."

"It's also a pitiful beater. All of them are not enough for me to kill alone, so don't bully the weak." Mars felt that this could not be done this way.

And Meng Zou thought for a while: "Okay, you have the final say on this matter."

………………

Mars really didn’t want to bully the weak. Firstly, most of the agents on the four islands knew Chun. Since they knew that Mars and Chun were close, they wouldn’t bother them often. They come to eat together.

So after going back and forth, Mars got to know them well, and knew that they were different from the group of people Mars killed—four-island agents like them were like temporary workers in a big factory, life and death were up to God, it was really dead, no matter what Whether it's compensation or anything else, it can't compare with the group of elites killed by Mars. The latter are considered long-term contract workers in large factories, and the cost of food and clothing is not comparable to that of temporary workers.

Therefore, in the highly hierarchical society of the Four Islands, Chun was kind to these agents, and these agents were also more polite to Mars.

"But I don't know why they are so polite. After all, I'm not a prince." When Mars drove the motorboat to the pier in District [-], he turned his head and glanced at Meng Zou, who was using prosthetic ear plugs and tail plugs.

"You really don't know how to count, Mars." Meng Zou followed with a smile.

Mars hesitated for a moment: "I didn't count? Can you stop being a mystery person."

"How much psionic energy was when you came to the tower, how much is your psionic energy now, do you know how much your psionic energy growth rate can reach during this period of time." Meng Zou smiled and shook again when he asked here She shook her head: "I forgot, you really don't know, let me put it this way, in the past 500 years in the tower, you ranked first, and it was already twenty o'clock before you came in, but she can't compare to you .”

"...Have I acted so strong already!" Mars' eyes were as wide as copper bells.

"Be confident in yourself, Mars, if your psychic power can reach 21 within two years, you will be an iron legend. If you can pass [-] o'clock, even if you don't know anything, you may only have a daughter The family wants to borrow your seed." Meng Zou ran to Mars.

"Really." Mars blinked. He really didn't expect that Meng Zou would be so persuasive when he spoke today.

But what kind of borrowing, Mars will never betray Nie and Chun, and strangers, it is impossible, how can we get together without love and affection.

"Why do you think the big leopard from the Rasmus family tolerated his daughter coming to you, why did you think that hard-hearted prince from the Ishikawa family ignored his daughter coming to you, why do you think all this is , Are you cute? How is that possible." At this point, Meng Zou pointed to Mars's chest: "Mars, keep getting stronger."

"……of course."

At this moment, Mars was full of joy.

Also can't wait to see the end of life between Mr. Sakimoto and his mistress.

Die, chop suey.

(End of this chapter)