Son of the Tower

Chapter 64 It's Late But Arrived
The feeling of war, for Mars, the answer to this question can probably be written dozens of pages.

While Korgan and the captives were confiding in each other, Mars walked to the height of the ring formation. Here, Mars could see the city in front of him... Look, the original prosperity was turned into rubble in just one hour. In a modern war, the Freeport, which could have been called a fortress, was as fragile as if it had been piled up with gravel.

The soldiers of the city guard who surrendered were being escorted out of the city by their kind. Looking at their long queue, Mars wondered—why would the city guard believe in the temptation of a traitor just because he gave too much? .

Then have they ever thought about how terrible it is to fight against Tainan.

They probably haven't thought about it, and they are of the same species as that traitor. They are all archipelagos, have the same skin color, and have similar cranial shapes. For them, southern Thailand may be a very far away place, and they The home underfoot is too close again.

However, perhaps, as Ms. Fantine said, the only difference between these rebels and their former counterparts is probably the lack of a Tynan agent who is willing to buy them... Destiny did give them a chance to change themselves, But sometimes opportunities represent not better changes, but deadly traps, but human beings don't know it.

At this time, Mars saw several archipelago soldiers dragged out a person from the team that surrendered to the rebels.

Ms. Fantine, who was beside Mars, pointed the camera there and watched as several archipelago soldiers dragged their former companion to the ruins.

"Aren't you going to do something, sir?"

"I really want to say that I don't want to care about these things. It is the archipelago who kills, and the archipelago who is killed is a matter between the archipelago. I am a southerner, so I have no right to intervene." Speaking of this, Marr Si sighed, and the tall tower leopard cub with the laser rifle in his arms walked over.

An archipelago soldier was drawing a pistol. His companion noticed Mars and quickly grabbed the soldier's arm.

The soldier with the gun turned his head while cursing. He spoke in the local dialect, but Mars' earphones still translated it.

"Laura what are you doing!"

Then it got stuck - there was no way not to get stuck, because Mars who appeared in front of them was wearing the uniform of the tower, and he was followed by more than a dozen omnics.

"Honorable Lord Gaota." A white-haired veteran stood up, and his Thai language was very standard.

"What's going on? Although they are rebels, they are now destined to become workers in the sin camp. Their lives no longer belong to them. They belong to this city that needs to be rebuilt." Although Mars didn't know the reason for all this, What happened, but Mars still learned and used the knowledge Mr. Pauly taught him.

The archipelago soldiers looked at each other. There was no coercion or order in Mars' words, but the meaning in his words made these soldiers understand a problem they could not avoid-the rebels they wanted to kill were fundamentally Thais. The property of Nan Tianbing.

Seeing their hesitation and hesitation, Mars struck while the iron was hot: "But I'm not those rigid southern Thai political commissars. If there is any dispute between you, can you tell me?"

To be honest, Mars didn't think that he could hear any stories that would bring tears to his eyes, or, as a child of the tower, Mars had seen too much sadness in the history of the tower.

But the young man bit his lip: "My sister and several of her sisters disappeared in his defense zone a month ago. Everyone said that they were sold! I want him to tell me what happened Something happened!"

Mars frowned - if this kind of thing involved human trafficking, then Mars would have no mercy for the guy who was about to be beaten to death, but these days, killing people still has to be reasonable after all: " What evidence do you have?"

"He's a high official!" said the young man.

Senior official, what an official.

Mars was a little helpless, but considering that the young man seemed to be out of tune, he looked at the old man: "Veteran, tell me, what kind of official is he?"

"If you go back to the Angel of the Tower, it's the head of the logistics department of the city guard." The veteran said.

Mars was a little embarrassed-forget about the heavenly soldiers, can I be considered an angel of the tower?

But considering this was a tribute, Mars could only reach out, and an omnic (combat omnics don't have artificial skins, but use armor shells) took out a pack of cigarettes from its crotch bag.

Mars took the cigarette and threw it directly to the veteran: "You share."

Then he turned his attention to the suspect, before awed by his flawless, one-piece abs.

After eating like this, Mars really couldn't believe it if you said he was fine.

So after thinking about the gesture of detecting lies, Mars patted the fat man, and then asked: "Name."

"Andy." The fat man knew everything.

"Identity." Mars motioned for the young soldier to sit aside. The latter wanted to argue, but was immediately dragged aside by the veteran.

"The head of the logistics department of Nanyan Freeport City Guards." The fat man couldn't stop talking.

Mars nodded, and was about to ask the next question, when the fat man struggled and opened his mouth again.

"I, I... I'm still the defender of the Secret Eye Sect's safe house in Nanyan." Then the back of his head exploded like a watermelon.

Mars was fine, but he still wiped his face, and then looked at Fantine: "Ma'am, you just took pictures, right?"

"Of course, I have already notified the sage Yu and the sage court." Ms. Fantine was silent for a while: "The sage asked me to inform the head of the No.13 legion first."

"That's great." To be honest, Mars was a little weak-legged—because the way this guy blew himself up was obviously carrying a stamp of thought. After confirming that the fat man leaked the secret, the stamp chose the worst way to die ——That is, spray the back of the fat man's skull and brain into a cone with a maximum distance of 14 meters behind him.

Now I just don’t know what the hell this secret-eyed sect is—according to Mars’s knowledge, if this kind of thought stamp comes from the Chaos sect, when it is triggered, it will become a walking bomb and try its best to kill Any creature in the kill radius.

Mars has never seen such a self-destruct method in books—you see, this fat man even retains a complete face.

The old soldier came over at this time, bent his body, and looked at the corpse under his feet with an inexplicable regret: "Is he dead? Is it your judgment?"

"...not me." Mars said here and smiled: "However, the anger from the tower will soon spread to his family and his friends. Can you help me identify it, veteran."

"Of course, Lord Angel, they have done too many evil things, and finally there is a good person like you to judge them." As the veteran spoke, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)