Son of the Tower

Chapter 169 Disqualification in the WorldⅤ

When the tool cart of the mobile police commando arrived, Ron got out of the car and picked it up with the other party. After confirming the data link, he communicated with Lingguoer in the back of the car, and stuffed the bunny girl into the back of the car. Then, fully armed, he jumped to the co-pilot's position.

Lingguoer only has a helmet, and the back of the tool cart has a bulletproof function, which can keep her safe, and Ron has a gun in his hand, so he can help the old driver deal with anything that happens.

Like Ron's hometown, the driver of the tool truck is usually an old police officer who has been seriously injured, so sitting in the driver's seat is a metal skull, but the old driver's face is still the original one, his forehead Four five-pointed nails were also nailed, which in the military and police system represent ten-year service nails, and four, representing that the old driver has served the ground under his feet for four decades.

Seeing Ron getting into the car without changing his face, he smiled, took out a bottle of soda from the small bag by the door and handed it to Ron: "You are the first time you saw me in the last five years. Where did the young man who can not change his face come from?"

"Copenhagen, Ron Hagelberg." Ron was not pretentious, took the soda, bit the bottle cap with his teeth and drank it in a big gulp.

"Ah, you are the new young man, not bad." The metal-headed old man started the tool cart with a smile, and followed the front car of the commando.

"When did the senior get hurt?" Ron held the car window and glanced at the old senior.

"Just call me Lao Li." The senior who called himself Lao Li lit a cigarette for himself, and followed the car in front of the intersection: "Speaking of my head, I have to mention those refugees 27 years ago. The riots eventually turned into riots."

"The riots in September caused an accident in the refugee base in the south of New Hangzhou. People from the peninsula, people from the four islands, and the natives in the southeast region fought because of mutual hatred." Ron thought for a while, and thought of Lao Li What are you talking about.

"Yes, after our first batch of mobile police commandos entered the field, my team was ambushed by a peninsula, and I survived." Opening the car window, Lao Li glanced at Ron: "You look Know."

"Yes, my family can be regarded as a police family, and we have analyzed the situation. In that case, no one can understand that refugees will attack the police, and you are not prepared at all." Ron glanced at Lao Li. Xiao Li was ambushed in an open area in the middle of the refugee camp. The firepower from both sides killed nine of the thirteen police officers almost instantly. He and two other police officers rushed forward The Chaos believers who wanted to capture them alive as hostages fought hand-to-hand. Three police officers killed [-] Chaos believers in hand-to-hand combat, forcing the other party to give up the idea of ​​capturing them alive. When they were shot and killed, Lao Li's head All were shot, but survived.

Unfortunately, two of his colleagues died in battle.

"Yeah, who would have thought that there would be chaos believers disguised as normal peninsula people coming in." Having said that, Lao Li was silent for a while: "So you say, are only dead chaos believers a harmless person?" Followers of Chaos."

"I feel the same way. These lunatics are still stubbornly trying to welcome back their masters after Chaos disappeared for 2000 years. Death is the only pity we normal people have for these lunatics." Ron nodded. In the system, followers of chaos are not treated as human beings. Killing is the best gift humans can give them, just like the vampire who was killed.

There has never been any warmth between humans and alien species, let alone love and friendship with followers of chaos.

"That's very good... But that's all for the gossip, young man, as a senior, I want to tell you, you have to trust the brother in front of you." Lao Li ordered so as a senior.

"I know, the mobile police commandos are invincible." Ron replied with a smile.

"Yes, the mobile police commandos are invincible." Lao Li responded with a smile and a cigarette in his mouth.

After the two tool carts passed the bridge in District [-], they quickly arrived at their destination in District [-]. When the cars stopped, Ron jumped out of the car, patted the compartment, Ling Guoer pushed open the door and jumped out of the car , her two ears were pushed back by the helmet, looking like a rabbit with folded ears.

At Ron's urging, she also dons a light body armor.

"My surname is Tang, Tang Sancai. The old man was lazy when he named it." The commander of the commando team came over. He first introduced himself, then looked at Ron's equipment and nodded with a smile: "Officer Ron , you don't look like a newcomer in this dress."

"Light armor doesn't mean you're weak. Sometimes you can get into the bunker a second earlier to avoid being shot." Ron replied with a smile, "This is what my father said. What do you think of this operation?"

"Don't worry about anything. I often come to this area. Most of the black market leaders in southern Thailand are sensible and obedient. It's 07:30, and the black market ends at five o'clock. Now there should only be our target and his few unlucky bodyguards. If you are here, just follow me, I know that boy named Soichiro, he is a rich man and a good citizen, don't worry." Captain Tang seemed to have a plan in mind.

"Really." Ron was still a little worried, because in Ron's memory, the black market in Westland was like a dragon's den and a tiger's den. For example, if the police in Copenhagen wanted to find someone in the black market, they had to call the nearby garrison—the hands of those bastards. There are all kinds of guys. The best record is taking out a bipedal war machine. The two mobile police commandos lost [-]% of their personnel in that battle. Ron's father also lost in that battle. an arm.

Then the furious Northern United Army bloodbathed the entire black market, cleaned and shot half of the school officers in the logistics department, and a general lost his head because of this—the most loyal Northern United Army sometimes has black apples .

"Don't worry, boy, Southern Thailand is not Western Land. Here, the black market has to pay taxes, and this young man, Soichiro, also has a large fish market and several office buildings in the northern district. Believe me, he will pay taxes every month Earning more than the combined annual income of all of us present." Captain Tang said.

"Good guy." Ron really didn't expect that the black market friends in southern Tainan were all so rich.

You see, as soon as this person has money, he will be honest and honest. After all, it is very hard to make money but not spend it.

That being the case, Ron, who was following Captain Tang, watched his team members push open an iron gate, and then the two team members backed out before he and Captain Tang approached.

"What's wrong?" Captain Tang was a little puzzled.

"Captain, something happened." After the two team members finished speaking, they pointed to the door.

So Ron followed Captain Tang and stood in front of this iron gate. Behind the torn curtain, Ron saw a man sitting in the corner. On his forehead, a hollow bullet hole dotted his face. A lifeless face.

Ron shook his head—it was indeed a bit honest and honest, after all, they were dead balls.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Ling Guoer: "Turn on the law enforcement recorder, Captain Tang, please follow us."

After speaking, the young man turned on the recorder on his helmet, raised the gun in his hand and walked into the black market.

(End of this chapter)