Son of the Tower

Chapter 171 Close the door
When he came to the alley agreed with Meng Zou, Mars changed his outfit in the corner. It was the clothes he had taken from the garbage dump before, and of course he would wash them first—this kind of oversized clothes can effectively cover Mars. Si's actual body data, and at the same time avoid being followed by the purchase record of clothes in case of being photographed by the camera.

After all, there are so many cameras around the black market in the [-]th district. It is already the limit for Meng Zou to help Mars hack the few cameras that enter this alley. The staff came early, so there might be some special circumstances.

Mars took out a specially modified pistol from the storage box under the mechanical body of Meng Zoujing's refrigerator—this is a modified pistol with an integrated barrel and muffler. It was used when dealing with the third transport team last time. That's not it.

After all, it is five o'clock now, and some guys who woke up early have started running around on the road like Mars. In order not to disturb everyone's daily life and rest, Mars can only take out his favorite little cutie.

·The ice cream box goes up first, and you install the auxiliary aiming system in front of your left eye.

"I know." Putting the goggles handed over by Meng Zousou on his head, turning on the system, the biometric scanning radar carried by the refrigerator essence that had climbed to the side began to work, and Mars immediately saw what was happening on the top of the building. There, a guy is walking by.

· Someone, wait for me.

After warning Meng Zou with a throat mic, Mars put on a pair of thick-soled boots, put the gun in the holster, and the young cat climbed up to the second floor by relying on the bumps on the wall.

The target in the goggles began to turn around. Mars grabbed the lower edge of the window sill on the wall with his left hand, swung vigorously, and then grabbed the guardrail on the third floor.

Going up to the third floor, Mars saw another patrolman on the other side of the building facing away from him.

· Interfere with him, Meng Zou.

·I'm already calling his cell phone.

At this point in the man-machine dialogue, Mars took out his pistol, and Mars followed the footsteps of the patroller in front of him, while consciously standing on his right side.

The mobile phone in the pocket of the patrolman on the other side rang. The patrolman in front of Mars stopped and looked at his companion. The latter picked up the mobile phone and turned to look at his companion.

While seeing Mars, he also saw the flame from the muzzle of the gun in Mars' hand.

After killing the patrol at the far end, Mars turned his gun while walking, and the small movements in his hands were completed quickly. The patrol in front of him turned to the left and began to draw his gun when he noticed his companion fell down— ——The one-piece barrel muffler prevented him from hearing standard gunshots, but the muffled sound still made him alert.

But a small destructive technique invaded his artificial eyeball system, and the momentary pain brought eternal regret. Mars turned the gun and fired a bullet that penetrated his forehead, and the gun in his hand fell. hit the ground and eventually slid to Mars' feet.

Good guy, it's a military product from Sidney West Union, produced by Fort Kahn Military Factory. I never knew that this thing could also travel across the ocean to the south of Thailand.

Meng Zou, who followed Mars up, came to Mars's feet, took a look at the gun, and then put it away - this gun is of good quality, suitable for storage, after tinkering, it will always be useful .

"This is not the time to sigh, how is the scanning situation?" Mars asked while changing a magazine, but he did not put away the previous magazine, but took out two bullets from his pocket and loaded them Then put it in the pocket on the other side that holds the magazine.

·There are four people under our feet, two of them are over there, they are counting money and belongings, there are two people under our feet, one of them is Yagyu Nanami, and the other one is absolutely unknown.

· Don't be a loser.

Mars walked to the inner side of the market and looked at possible intrusion locations - only a fool would think of going down through the patio, who knows what kind of rope mechanism is under the cover.

Unexpectedly, Kane Tasman, a well-known independent reporter, has been reporting the life of refugees in various emerging countries in the southern peninsula for the past two years. A great reporter with the name of a living Buddha, he is here today.

Meng Zou marked the positions of the two people for Mars, and at the same time marked the path that could be invaded in Mars' goggles.

A few pots of orchids on one of the open bathroom windows caught Mars' attention, and he tied the safety rope to the pipe on the roof. Mars lowered down to the window and carefully pushed the orchids in small pots out of the window. aside, and then into the bathroom.

Unbuttoning his waist, Mars came to the door. Meng Zou, who entered earlier, put lubricating oil on the hinge behind the door. Mars opened the door, and the refrigerator went out.

Turning on the microphone, it quickly allowed Mars to overhear a conversation between Yagyu Nanami and Kane Tasman.

"Damn it, I just received the news that Renhe Wansanlang is dead." The voice had a strong Western West accent, and it should be Kane Tasman from Farol.

"How did he die! He was killed by someone!" The voice should be Mr. Nanami.

"Uh... my insider here said that he died because of a failure to awaken his blood." Speaking of this, the big reporter Kane cursed in Farol slang: "He actually has a vampire blood, and he awakened in the middle of the night. That's a big deal." What the hell."

"Wait a minute, I heard Wan Sanlang say that his ancestors were rich, I thought he was bragging." Liu Sheng Nanami's voice calmed down: "It's understandable to say that, after all, when the blood is purified into a vampire, if you can't Through this process of twisting and deforming, people will degenerate into alien-like monsters... Unlucky guy, how can I mention to Soichiro that his friend became a vampire and died due to bad luck."

"It's okay, I can get him the police autopsy report."

Hearing this, Mars frowned—Ren and Wansanlang were obviously killed by him, but why did the insider of the reporter give him such a plausible answer... Could it be that the police already knew the real identity of this guy?
Otherwise, Mars really couldn't understand why Kane got the wrong news.

Regardless, it's important to know the news.

Mars waited for a while for this, until Meng Zou reminded Mars that the two staff who counted the money on the other side had already collected the money, and they were coming with the cash box.

And Mr. Nanami and Mr. Kane turned into chat machines. They mentioned the recent situation of Claude. Both parties felt that their old boss was getting older and less courageous, and now they both wanted to flee to the islands.

And they also mentioned a problem, that is, Claude is really short of money recently.

Mars wanted to listen for a while longer, but considering that the two who came with the money were already very close, Mars could only fire through the thin wall—the bullet penetrated the wooden board in front of him and penetrated into Yagyu Nanami’s room. In the back of the brain, this hacker transformed his brain into a semi-mechanized brain for the sake of efficiency. In order to be able to quickly pull out the pipe line, he even made a dew treatment, so the bullet penetrated the resinous transparent shell of the back of the brain, and the hair The blue-lighted organ turns into a standard rotten quagmire.

Mr. Kane turned and ran towards the window, but his fat body was still turning, and the electric shock needle from the refrigerator man turned his turn into a disaster scene - he fell on the coffee table and threw the teacup with him. Falling to the ground, the splintered teacup dug into the base of his thigh and severed a blood vessel, as evidenced by the quick turn of his white trousers to red.

"...May the goddess of fate forgive you for the arrogance you once committed." Mars could only go to him and squat down, stretched out his hand and pressed it on his forehead. The dying person has no room to resist, this is the mortal sorrow.

· Soichiro, why do you always like to be a fish seller? Being a man should be a bit challenging.

Mars quickly found the appearance of Echigoyaso Ichiro from Kane's head—an orc with short gray hair, slanted eyes, holding a fish knife, and wearing an Echigoya apron.

Is my uncle Soichiro such a person in this guy's eyes?
In addition, there is another young man with red hair. In memory, he stands behind Echigo Yaso Ichiro, with a long horse face... which means the face is very long.

Uncle Soichiro's younger brother... Although I didn't expect such a person, but I found a new target, so Mars got up with satisfaction and gave Kane a happy - as a member of the dead eye group, Mr. Kane The aura on his body is very popular, which can be said to complement his career as a reporter. People are always going to die, and Mars will not be stingy about wasting a bullet for a dying person.

Anyway, Mars had already recorded their conversation with Meng Zou. The big reporter and the big criminal called each other brothers, which was enough to make people feel disillusioned.

After killing Kane, Mars turned his head to look at Nanami again. His two artificial eyes were still working, and it was obvious that someone remotely operated these two artificial eyes.

·I blocked the signal, you are now a square person in the opponent's field of vision.

·That would be great.

After speaking, Malki raised his hand and pulled the trigger twice, and the two actuaries who just pushed the door and entered fell to the ground.

Glancing at the box that was opened because it fell on the floor, and the standard currency spilled out of the box, Mars turned around without hesitation, went to the bathroom, and put the orchids in the small pots on the window sill into the bag , hung the bag to the back of the waist, and then lowered the rope to the first floor.

Gentlemen are like orchids, and these villains don't deserve them.

· There is a gatekeeper at the door.

So Mars walked to the entrance with a gun in his hand and an orchid in one hand.

The janitor was looking in the direction of the entrance and talking on the phone, and Mars saw his aura—deep purple.

So the smiling executioner waited for a while until he had finished chatting with his girlfriend, and while he was putting away his phone and out of the corner of his eye he saw Mars, the bullet propelled by the gunpowder gases completed its mission. During the flight, it got into his forehead.

He slid against the wall and sat on the ground, the phone in his hand rang again.

I glanced at the note on the phone—Brother Soichiro.

Seemingly who remotely operated and told the elder brother that the question had been answered, Mars dropped the gun to Meng Zou, who grabbed it and retracted it into the refrigerator Jing's belly storage box.

And its owner lifted the curtain, pushed aside the iron fence, and walked out of the closed black market in the face of a ray of sunshine in the new day.

(End of this chapter)