Son of the Tower

Chapter 62 The First Intimate Contact

Just when the battalion commander ordered Lao Bao to use his flamethrower to barbecue, the people in the basement threw out a flag first.

"We surrender!"

The five southern Thai characters spoke with correct accents, and Mars even recorded the voices for comparison, and found that he, a new Hangzhou guy, couldn't compare to them in terms of standards.

However, considering that this is a skill for people in the archipelago to live and work—in the archipelago, learning a Thai language is necessary for the people in the archipelago to survive. Whether it is looking for a job or begging for food, learning the southern Thai language is a very realistic way of making a living. .

When these surrendered soldiers got out of the basement, the battalion commander had no choice but to handcuff them, and Mars asked Ms. Fantine to drop a team of omnics—if there were any surrenders behind, let them take care of them too. .

Passing through two more houses, there are no rebels here, but there is a new discovery on the other side of the alley.

The battalion commander went over to take a look, and then came back and said that this matter should be handled by Gaota.

"There is something that needs to be dealt with by the tower." When passing through the back door, Mars glanced at Fantine.

"When a foreigner is about to die." Fantine put the small camera in her hand on the fixed slot of the helmet at this time, and held a laser rifle of the same model as Mars in her hand.

Following the battalion commander to the back alley and crossing a bloody road, Mars saw several corpses and a terrified Westlander.

"Let me do it." Fantine patted Mars's arm, and then walked up to the Westlander: "Can you speak the southern Thai language, or you can say a paragraph, so that I can know where you are from."

"You found a child for me?" The Xilu guy looked at Fantine, and he looked at the soldiers with wide eyes: "I want to see the person in charge of the tower! Do you know the tower!"

Mars was very embarrassed to hear it behind him. These days, he is really a man who walks on two legs and speaks southern Thai mandarin, which is better than his authentic southern Thai standard.

"I am from the Tower." Fantine was also a little embarrassed, and she showed her breastplate.

"You're not! I'm an agent of the Fort Carter Military Special Bureau! You're an omnic, and I can smell your rust through your skin!" Ms. Fantine was pissed off by what the Westlander said. Si quickly shot, and he stood in front of the man with his hood down: "I am Mars, the chief apprentice of the tower."

"...Dark blue hooded uniform with bullet holes on it, but you still stand in front of me intact, you are the real thing, right?" The man glanced at Mars, smiled wryly, and slowly took it out from his pocket. He took out a document—no way, there were at least six guns pointed at him, and if he moved faster, Mars would do it himself.

Mars glanced at the certificate, but found nothing wrong with it, and Ms. Fantine scanned it again with her prosthetic eye: "It's real, I just don't know if this Kachev Heye is real or not."

"I'm the real thing! My ancestor is Captain Simon Heyer! The most powerful marksman of the Northern Army in the late stage of the Great Destruction!"

"That's right, his boss is also Lieutenant Colonel Halsan Chandler, the most famous marksman in the Northern First Commune, Colonel Sudel, is his predecessor..." Fantine's muttering made this face still have a proud expression The Westlanders became a little embarrassed, but the bickering between the two didn't last long. Mars signaled the two to stop showing off their ancestors: "What's the matter with you, Mr. Kachev."

Mr. Kachev looked at Mars and asked his question: "My companion and I were supposed to be journalists from a travel magazine, but this time we came with a group of colleagues, because Xilu now says that Nanyan is a beautiful place. Good for long trips.”

"Then why did you come here, and what did you encounter here?" Mars glanced around.

"We are chasing a fugitive, Golden Eye. He killed a witness that our military special bureau is protecting in Fort Carter. We saw him when we entered the country, but we lost it afterwards. We are trying to find out how to find him. He, the mayor here rebelled, and then our journalist group was dragged by the rebels to the rich man's villa over there, I escaped, but my colleagues didn't have such good luck."

When the young man said this, he pointed to the high wall in the distance.

Mars took him, and the soldiers walked over together.

The high wall had a breached location, and Mars was able to see the hapless ones who had been beaten to death without even stepping into the courtyard.

They wear all kinds of floral shirts and cropped trousers, and most of them hang various cameras around their necks.

Fantine went in alone to check, scanned the faces of five of the corpses, and found their identities from the database—as a reporter from a travel magazine, these people had records in various countries and had obtained visas. .

She also confirmed the colleague identified by Mr. Kachev, a middle-aged man. After the latter's face was scanned, Fantine used his face to connect with the Westland line and the hotline of the Military Special Bureau through the tower.

The latter's liaison officer connected directly with Fantine, and saw the middle-aged man and the bullet hole in his head, and even said "I fuck" with a northern accent.

With a gun in one hand and one hand on his hip, Mars felt that the whole world would still be out of tune when he spoke Southern Thai Mandarin.

But in this way, Kachev's identity was confirmed. After knowing that he was a friend, the soldiers' attitude towards him was much better-the relationship between Fort Carter and Tynan has always been very good, and the two sides have cooperated on many occasions. Even the military intervention against the eastern colonies of the Westland this time was the result of the cooperation between Fort Carter and Southern Thailand.

As for why the joint military intervenes, the reason is very simple. Fort Carter has 80.00% of online fraud, and 70.00% of southern Thailand’s online fraud comes from the eastern colonies of the Westland. It's been very gentle.

There is a saying that it is a good thing that the Internet connects people's hearts, but it is a bit unacceptable that sometimes scammers can also go online.

"Ah, there's new news. During the pursuit of the target, the stalkers and our raiders lost their target in a large underground shelter in a densely populated residential area." Ms. Fantine gave Mars a new message.

Mars nodded at this, expressing his understanding—the best way to escape the raiders and military stalkers these days is to run to crowded residential areas, where the raiders and military stalkers Face tracking is indeed effective, but it still has some shortcomings when dealing with dozens or even hundreds of faces at the same time.

The most important point is that the raiders and military stalkers in southern Thailand have a low-level agreement and will not open fire on unarmed civilians.

It looks like the Gunners took advantage of this weakness well.

But new news came quickly.

That guy didn't escape with all his beard and tail, he left an artificial eye.

The photo was quickly passed on. It was an eyeball with blood and tissue. Through the remaining flesh and blood on it, Tainan must have a way to find this person.

Kachev recognized it: "It's the prosthetic eye of the golden eye!"

　busy today, late...

　　Continue to write tomorrow's...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)