Son of the Tower

Chapter 116
The instructor quickly gave an answer. Regarding the flaws in the sweepers, the instructor had already imprinted the ideological seal on the sweeper team, and also washed their memories with his own hands, so that even if someone traced it back, it would not trigger the activation of the ideological seal. On the contrary, it was not the question about John that gave the other party a kind of ideological seal.

As for John, this guy's body has been processed, and his body is currently being cloned to create the second scene.

"In the future, I will learn more about how to deal with the aftermath with Ms. Celine, and let the mop-up team wipe your ass every day. How can I feel at ease when I handle the mess by myself." The mentor also criticized Mars, and Mars also felt that the mentor That's right.

"By the way, since you are in New Hangzhou, there is a small task here, you can watch him do it." Before finishing the chat, the instructor passed a small task he said to Meng Zou's tablet.

The task is to kill or capture an old man alive. According to the mission briefing, the old man is a former killer, a retired killer of a killer organization called Ranch. Life, he thought that he would be fine when he arrived in Dongtu.

Yes, basically, it is a normal operation for the former killer of Xilu to moisten the East in his later years. What is abnormal is that this person killed several Fort Carter officials in his early years. After knowing that this person came to the East, Fort Carter called this a The official arrest warrant for Mike Conmien's guy's head worth 20 came in.

Of course, this is the price of a dead ball. If caught alive, this old man is worth 80.

Because it was an official arrest warrant, this old killer deserved it even if he was slaughtered in the street, so the instructor handed over this task to Mars, obviously because he believed in Mars' ability and wanted to exercise Mars, and give Mars a glamorous future. appearance.

The children of Gaota should be on the mission when they reach the third grade, and Nirvana should be like this before.

That being the case, choosing a date is worse than bumping into the sun. After confirming that the old man is enjoying his old age in a single small building in the eighth district, Marsh cut back to himself, and took Meng Zou to the eighth district.

Meng Zou adjusted the surrounding environment for Mars, and found that it was still a high-end community, with one door going out and one door going in, and the walls were covered with power grids, except for the Skydome air defense system, which could not be physically penetrated.

But it's okay, once the official arrest warrant is issued, the security guards are also slapped - the usually talkative old man becomes a murderer with hundreds of lives in his hands in the blink of an eye, and the young-looking man who came to treat him in front of him excessive.

Fortunately, the identity of the tower, the background that can be investigated, and the arrest warrant that can pass the official certification make this whole thing look more reliable, rather than the absurd performance of the April Fool's Day crew at night. Bing's young security guard brought Mars to the scene.

"He found it." Mars sighed as he looked at the dark building.

"The monitoring of the whole community is all his implanted code, and all the computers in the security center have his back door. From the very beginning, this old thing wants to hack my port." Meng Zou said this, and copied it with a look of fury. The rubberized baseball bat in his hand rushed into the small building.

After a while, Meng Zou was knocked back by the spiritual energy field.

"This old thing's psychic power is so strong!" Although he put his face on the ground, Meng Zou still cursed when he raised his head.

The anti-psychic implants seem to be working.

Mars didn't watch the excitement either, he stood in front of the small building and said, "Mike Conmien, a middle-aged man named Darien Katov asked Gaota to say hello to you."

"I knew it was this bitch's child!" An old man with a sword came out of the originally silent building, with a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a mustache. He used his appearance to vividly interpret a villain.

"That's your son." Mars looked surprised.

"For his Fort Carter! For his Northernism! He actually agreed to pay 20 yuan to the Carter Intelligence Bureau to kill his father!" the old killer cursed angrily.

"If I captured you alive, you would be worth 80 yuan. Your son still loves you. After all, he is still your cub, the baby son you raised since childhood." Mars added.

"Fucking baby son! I'd rather hit him against the wall! And his mother from the Katov family! I actually saved a femme fatale! She actually identified with her son! She actually felt that a kinslayer Nothing wrong!" Mike Conmien was trembling all over.

"That's not because you lied to her that you were a financial analyst. Who would have thought that the person of the same age who pursued her would be a killer. He and her raised son entered the Fort Carter Intelligence Bureau, and the result." Mars At this point, clasping his hands together, the young singer said all this in a chant: "Oh, poor Darion Commean! He found his old gray-haired father the one who killed The killer of my best friend and the director! In order to separate from such a criminal father! He had to change his mother's surname!"

"Damn little orc! You want to die!"

Mike growled, and the next second, the same psionic rush order brought him to Mars.

But he found that his target had come to his right side. In this position, which was the most difficult for him to counterattack, a rubberized baseball bat rushed towards him.

At the critical moment, the old man passed the stick with a quick step.

The pace is good, but Mars's psychic lightning bolt blocked the old man's follow-up actions, so he could only use the lightsaber to block it - it takes a lot of psychic energy to block the psychic lightning bolt, of course there is no psychic lightning bolt I use it a lot.But he couldn't hold back Mars's double psychic power sea and double-handed double-handed bow. The psychic lightning bolt crackled more than 30 shots in 30 seconds, and the old Mike's face turned pale.

In the end, the old man flashed again, but it was a pity that he dodged Mars' lightning arrow, but he failed to notice the water spout on the grass. After tripping and falling, the old man fell to the ground with a cluck. The hilt of the lightsaber also fell off, and the fake hood was also lifted. The old man who was clutching his waist struggled to raise his head, then fell down on the grass and passed out. Strike, the old man fainted on the spot, and probably won't wake up for a few hours.

"This old man is worth 80 yuan. It's a great shame to the world of psykers!" Meng Zou handcuffed Old Mike with a special handcuff for controlling psykers, and gave Mars a thumbs up: "As expected of Mars!" , you can already shoot so many lightning bolts, the average shaman is not as strong as you."

Mars only felt that his mental waist was twisted with a click.

No, you must talk to the tutor about his son's education, otherwise this kind of troublemaker can really piss people off.

(End of this chapter)