Son of the Tower

Chapter 291
"We can only wait for the tutor to come back." Chun looked at the numbers on the claim letter, and finally sighed helplessly.

With this number, you can't afford to sell everyone sitting here, and the legend is not enough to make up nine trillion.

"Why don't I grab a few Red Tiger anti-armor missiles and ambush that guy on the way." Nirvana was furious: "Our family's pharmaceutical group can't earn 100 yuan in [-] years." Billions!" This made Mars turn his head, meaning that there are billions a year, and the medical industry is really huge profits.

"But that's Mr. Deputy Mayor. Besides, he also came to contact us, and he didn't say that this matter is our evil." An Mimi shook her nirvana quickly: "Little Leopard, don't mess around. black hand."

"I'm just joking, Sister An, don't shake me, I'm dizzy." Nie's eyes were about to shoot gold stars after being shaken three times by the rabbit spirit.

"Then let's wait for the mentor to come back now." Having said that, Mars glanced at the string of numbers again—how much damage was caused by the electromagnetic pulse bomb.

Obviously, Mars couldn't figure it out.

But he had helpers, and soon a group of children who were proficient in cost selected from the tower apprentices stood in front of Mars under the leadership of Meng Zou, and they quickly calculated the number of possible victims of electronic products— —From the cameras that were completely extinguished on the expressway to the speedometer, from the data in the commercial streets of the affected urban areas, the number of residents and possible electronic products, to the personal terminals that Mars could not have imagined, etc. products, and even the electronics you carry on your body.

Of course, electronic brains generally have lead-level protection, but electronic cows certainly do not. The short circuit caused not only economic losses, but also physical damage caused by the spontaneous combustion of cows.In the end, the cost team gave Mars a cruel answer-nine trillion yuan is not much different, and it is already a price of conscience.

Of course, including the losses of the other two cities, I'm afraid there will be more.

"It looks like we sold the military and told Madam Fantine that it's time to make waves on the Internet." As soon as Mars finished speaking, Meng Zou handed over a report to his master.

"We've already started doing this." Meng Zou's answer made Mars pick up the report.

Just see the various methods listed above in detail.

From hacking to advertising eyeball robots spreading the deputy mayor's claim for gold to spreading battle scenes on the Internet, Meng Zou and Mrs. Fantine really didn't miss a single section.

"Is it too obvious to do it?" Rabbit Spirit said.

"There are so many things that can't be managed now. The [-] trillion Thai standard currency, the combined GDP of the four islands in ten years is not so much." Chun said here, covering his face with his hands.

"It's okay, at worst, let's run to Indochina Peninsula, my dad can do something there." Song Guo patted Chun on the back.

"Then why don't we go to the four islands, at least I know the boundary of the four islands well." Tsubaki was a little anxious.

"When it comes to Run, I still suggest that we run to the Great Woodland. My family is more or less worthy there." An Mimi patted her chest and said.

Nie's complexion suddenly became very bad.

Mars thought to himself, you girls, don't make trouble for Ben Leopard: "Let's wait for the tutor to come back."

As soon as he finished speaking here, Mars saw Nanfang Zhiqiu walking over with a young man wearing a reporter's vest—this guy had a standard Westlander-like Chinese character face, with a black frame on the bridge of his nose glasses.

"This is a reporter from Clark, a reporter who contributed articles to the Westland Carterburg Weekly and the Southern Thailand Truth Daily. He heard about the tower on the road to Xinhang, so he came here on a motorcycle." Nanfang Zhiqiu said At this point, I typed a line of words in the prefect channel.

· This guy got on the highway at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. When he got off the highway, dozens of police cars followed him. They found that he came to the tower, and they all dispersed.

Mars thought about it, [-] kilometers... a little slower than his own flying speed... Aww, is he riding a motorcycle like this without drifting?

I thought so, but Mars still stretched out his hand quickly: "Hi Mr. Clark, I'm sorry to let you see the bad side of the tower."

You see, the tower is now devastated, the walls are full of marks left by bullets, the building has collapsed, and the cafeteria is all over (the omnic chefs who were cooking were blown away by a pulse bomb), class is today Don't even think about it (Although the omnic teacher saved their memories, their bodies are all gone, and it will take at least a week to repair them), so more than [-] kids ate lunch, and the cattle are all over the ground .

"It's okay. I'm very happy to see that the children are okay. I know what happened. I heard that the unscrupulous deputy mayor claimed nine trillion yuan for the tower. Is this true? Please do it anyway. Tell me the truth, I am now representing the citizens of New Hangzhou, and they want to know the truth!" Reporter Clark held his pen, and this Mr. Human was as holy as an angel or something else at this moment Seven or eight slots.

Mars turned his head to look at Meng Zou, who had a stupid smile on his face, as if he had just received a pulse bomb with his face.

How on earth do you and Madame Fantine advertise.

But now is not the time for questioning, and Mars and the girls had a quick vote on the prefect channel.

Nirvana: Mr. Deputy Mayor, I am afraid that this pot will be on his head for the rest of his life.

Tsubaki: As a princess, I can't do such a sorry thing, but there is nothing I can do now.

An Mimi: This is the only way to do things now.

Natasha: How can there be a dead fellow in a poor way to enjoy both elegance and vulgarity!
Then all the prefects and second-in-commands, and all the apprentices agreed that Mr. Deputy Mayor had no choice but to take over the pot.

"Yes, that's the case." Mars said here with tears streaming down his face.

Conscience is telling Mars that it is wrong to do so, but those twelve zeros are torturing Mars' soul.

"Is there such a deputy mayor? If a greedy person like him appears in the area controlled by the Northernists, he will be hung on the street lamp by angry citizens in the next second, even in Fort Carter. They will also be blacked out! This kind of lackey of capitalism!"

Having said that, Mr. Angry Memory smiled: "Sorry, young people, I also let you see the bad side of Fort Carter and Westland. I am a Northernist sympathizer."

Natasha, the capitalist's daughter, the little white bear, was sweating, and Mars felt that this girl was a little worried about her old mother who was developing markets in the Westland.

At this moment, Mars once again saw Nan Zhiqiu's speech on the channel.

Mr. Deputy Mayor is back.

(End of this chapter)