Son of the Tower

Chapter 95 (First Order)

"Mars, here is the gun you want."

Mr. Hong Peiguang, the management omnic of the Tower Armory, put the spear that Mars needed on the counter.

Mars put the semi-automatic rifle in the gun case.

"Two twenty-round magazines."

The two magazines were placed in front of Mars, and the management omnic watched Mars put the magazines in front of him, and took out four small magazines from under the counter.

"Ten heavy rounds, ten armor-piercing rounds, ten electronic pulse firing pin rounds, and ten degraded rounds."

Knowing what it means to be tight-lipped, the omnic watched in silence as the chief apprentice of the tower loaded all the bullets into the magazine in a certain order, and then recovered the small magazine.

Then there is the lightsaber handle: "The powerful lightsaber handle is suitable for you who are getting stronger and stronger."

Mars took out the standard lightsaber handle on his waist, and then popped out two lightsabers in front of Mr. Hong. Well, the new product in Mars' left hand is at least [-]% stronger. High speed, and there is no flash cracking effect caused by excessive force.

The two lightsabers intersected, and the old sword body in Mars' right hand was directly assimilated by the new sword body. It was indeed a high-tower standard weapon. comparability.

Finally, there is a Western Army pistol, the New Era 1999 produced by Fort Carter, which is the latest model. It has smashed all its western counterparts in terms of practicality, appearance and price. The only difference between it and the tower pistol in Mars’s hand It is the former that uses Xilu's unique 9mm pistol bullet, and the latter uses Dongtu's standard 10mm pistol bullet.

"Your Excellency, I wish you a happy hunting."

"Thank you, Mr. Hong." Mars reached out his hand and shook hands with this omnic with a slightly surprised face.

Leaving the armory with the gun, Mars put the gun case in the trunk of the car, and then closed the cover. The inside of the cover has an anti-scanning coating so that no one can find the interlayer.

As for if someone really finds out—you see, Mars Gayatt is a young man from Xilu who just entered southern Thailand a week ago. The car was bought in a second-hand market five days ago. Why is there an interlayer in the back box, that's really a ghost to know.

You say the police and the prosecution believe it or not, it has nothing to do with Mars, Gaota is fully prepared in this regard-at least five founders of law firms have been swordsmen who shed blood for this land, and they helped Gaota Tower has never lost such a lawsuit.

Throw the gloves in the recycling bin, change everything on yourself that could identify you, and throw your coat in the bin.

Then I put on a denim-style short-sleeved vest, a short-sleeved shirt with a commemorative pattern of last year's Carterburg Music Festival, and then it is said that it is the cropped pants that are the most paraded in Westland this year and Mars' favorite cloth rubber sole. foot shoes.

After the preparations were completed, Mars got into the car and left the tower along the driving route drawn by the omnic.

At the gate, Myers saw Ms. Celine, still wearing her white doctor's coat.

"Ms. Celine." Mars stopped the car.

And she smiled, and the lady raised the lunch box in her hand: "This idiot, Lao Yu, went to Beijing for business, and he asked me to send you off. Look, it's the same."

"Thank you, Ms. Celine." Mars accepted the lunch box gratefully.

"Remember, the tower is your home. If you encounter someone you can't handle, you can come to me." After speaking, Ms. Celine raised the power hammer in her hand and slammed it on the ground.

Mars sitting in the car, the car under Mars' buttocks, and the omnic guard on the side are on the same ground as its sentry box, and they are not high, about ten centimeters.

Mars nodded non-stop, expressing that he would definitely tell Ms. Celine if there was something he couldn't figure out—when the gate opened, Mars stepped on the switch frantically, fearing that the lady would be worried, so he must come to join in the grand event.On the second day, everyone in the third transportation team was found to have painted the entire junction road between the ninth district and the tenth district.

When the car got on the highway, Mars got in touch with Meng Zou again. Meng Zou said that the community had already been swept up, and no humanoid creatures were found. There were many mice, wild cats and dogs, and he was even underground. A ghoul was found in the garage.

"How did this thing get in here?" Mars felt like he had heard the funniest joke.

·It should have come in from the sewer, or it might have floated over from the sea, or it might have turned from some unlucky guy who was killed locally. After all, he has clothes on him, which are winter clothes.

Meng Zou's words reminded Mars, look, in such a big city, there will always be one or two poor guys whose ancestors have ghoul sequences. This is a kind of abnormal sequence. Transforming into such a monster can ignore ordinary bullets and swords (of course, the guy who meets the damage counterpart will die very quickly), but because such a sequence will slowly erode its owner, and they are also very powerful after death. It may be deformed into such a heterogeneous species.

Therefore, the owner of this sequence will generally wear a life detector. If he is really dead, it must be sent to the incinerator overnight by special affairs, so as not to leave it in the funeral home overnight, and the unlucky person who comes to work early the next morning finds the deceased. Woke up in the middle of the night and ate a buffet.

"Have you got him done?" Mars asked while adjusting his face with the mirror in his hand.

·Of course, I'm an omnic, he didn't see me as a target at all, so I killed him with a headshot with a silver-seeded dagger when I walked five meters away from him.

After Meng Zou finished speaking, he also sent a close photo of him and the hapless guy with a dagger in his head to Mars' cell phone.

Mars glanced at the target.

"Male, about 40 years old, the body hair has been lost due to the corpse transformation for too long, the body skeleton cannot be compared genetically after the corpse transformation, and most of the teeth are either lost or deformed into fangs."

·However, there is a carious tooth on the fourth left side of him that has not fallen out, and there is no trace of distortion. This tooth should be worth investigating, I hope.

"May this poor man rest in peace." Mars sighed, and at the same time signaled for Meng Zou to drag the ghoul away overnight - there are still things to do tomorrow night, and there can't be the first scene anyway.

·It's easy to say, I'll pack him into a suitcase and send him to the North Headquarters.

Meng Zou's words stunned Mars: "Don't tell me you sent it there by yourself."

· Of course not, I will find an artificial intelligence express company, hack a first-level omnic deliveryman, and let him take the blame for me.

When Meng Zou said this, he expressed great indignation that Mars underestimated his intelligence.

Of course Mars laughed, and argued the matter away.

At the same time, the driving mode of the vehicle was adjusted to automatic, and Mars leaned back in the chair to secretly sleep for a while.

Leopards are short-lived, so they should go to sleep in time.

　There is still

　　
　
(End of this chapter)