Son of the Tower

Chapter 96 Late Night
The notification vibration of the earphones made Mars wake up five or 10 minutes later, and looked around, and the self-driving vehicle just stopped—just outside the unfinished real estate.

"Is there any news, Meng Zou." Mars got out of the car, took the gun case from the trunk of the car and carried it behind his back.

Three pieces of good news. The first one is that the unlucky guy has been sent to the North Headquarters, and it happened to be taken over by Inspector Lin. She might suffer from insomnia tonight.

"This is not good news." Mars sighed and walked outside the iron gate of the wall, and the iron gate opened by itself.Mars curled the broom with his tail, and the man was in front, and the broom destroyed the footprints at the end.

Second, after I hacked the nearby surveillance system, someone else hacked the system, it looks like they are paving the way for this evening's operation, I am tracking the source.

"This can be regarded as good news. There is one more thing to say." Mars came downstairs, glanced at the newly arranged cables, took out the lifter and buckled it, and then let the lifter with its own motor lift him Rising to the No.30 floor.

"They just removed their mission from the deep pool." On the [-]th floor, Meng Zou shared his information with Mars: "The new mission is a guy named Joel Bistock , mercenary, good shot. The native Cyborgs in the north went south to make money two years ago, and they are somewhat famous in southern Thailand, and they usually take this type of work."

"Handedness is left-handed...left-handed." Mars sighed as he placed the gun case on a platform covered with a tarpaulin.

Taking out the gun, the integrated muffler of the barrel can not disturb anyone to the greatest extent. Mars took out the [-]x scope from the scope pocket on his waist and installed it on the back of the gun. After finishing the fine adjustment, Mars put the magazine Assembled and stripped onto the tarp.

Meng Zou stood aside and looked at the exit of the sewer with a 890-power telescope in his hand: "The straight line distance from me to the exit of the sewer is [-] six, high and low, I put a few empty cans on the platform and the exit, you can use Come test the gun."

"Hmm... By the way, I seem to have seen a refrigerator." Mars looked at the hexapod on the corner platform leading from the basement to the upper floor.

"Yes, children are always taken out to play, look how happy it is."

"...Yeah, like a happy puppy." Mars sighed as he watched the six-legged machine crawling all over the ground.

You see, only omnics really understand omnics.

"Okay, let's start the gun calibration, the first round, the red can."

Mars adjusted the parameters, checked the wind direction, and shot the empty can into the air.

"The tower is really a melting pot, Mars, would you kill a chicken a year ago?" Meng Zou expressed his feeling.

"Yes, the tower has changed the fate of one child after another. I was so cute before, but now I am so bad." Mars followed with yin and yang.

Then Mars and Meng Zou were silent for a while.

Because they saw an old car coming from a distant street here.

Meng Zou raised the magnification of the binoculars in his hand, looked at the big man getting off the car, and he hummed as expected: "It's Joel, it seems that he also came to check in."

"What is professionalism?" Mars sighed, watching the middle-aged man walk through the street, and stood on the edge of the huge pit to look at the situation below.

The six-legged machine called the refrigerator spirit has been hidden.

He looked around, then this way.

The camouflage cloth worn by Mars directly activated the effect of optical camouflage.

"He has a prosthetic eye, but it's too far away." After Meng Zou finished speaking, he and Mars watched the man return to the car and watched him take out a cello case.

"See, this is called professionalism." Meng Zou put down the binoculars while talking, and he went to the back platform to put away the steel cables and brackets, so as not to be discovered by this latecomer.

"I look like a hip-hop rocker with my whole body. Tell the world with my cello that I'm a psycho." Mars watched the man enter the wall on the left, where he couldn't see the target, so he got up and went to the right , Probe from the window here, just in time to see Joel walking by the wall.

"Looks like he's coming to our building too."

"Let him come." Meng Zou put the packed steel cables and brackets into the bathroom.

Mars remotely operated his car and pulled it across the road.

In this way, the front of the car peeped just in time to see Joel who appeared at the back door around the fence. He was holding a cello, and he didn't notice the slight sound of the electric car when it was shifting.

"The left eye is a prosthetic eye, the right hand is a prosthetic limb, and the whole brain has a metal reaction. It seems that our Mr. Joel has suffered a lot of injuries. It is fake to go south to make money, but it seems real to come to the elderly." Speaking of this, Meng Zou saw that he didn't try to push the door, but jumped over the wall directly: "Good guy, his legs are also prosthetics, this guy's injury makes me feel more like I was blown up by our smart mine. "

"Prosthetic limbs are more prone to wear and tear in the north, and they can be used longer under normal temperature conditions in southern Thailand. For mercenaries, this can also save a lot of thread." Mars said as he began to take off his clothes , put on a black jumpsuit, and adjust the full-coverage patch glove on his right hand.

"He went up to the 27th floor, below us." Meng Zou reported the latest situation of Mr. Joel.

Mars pulls out a tube of nutritional supplements, cuts the slit, and squeezes it into his mouth—it smells like barbecue, it's great.

"Set up the maze, I'll sleep for a while." Mars slipped into the sleeping bag after speaking.

"Leave it to me, by the way, he seems to be talking to someone, and I'm trying to hack into his phone."

"Please." Mars nodded, and then laid himself down on the pillow of the sleeping bag.

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"Mars, it's time to wake up."

Mars was woken up by Meng Zou. The leopard opened his eyes and yawned, looking at the night outside and raised his eyebrows: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Seventeen hours, you can really sleep." Meng Zou first praised Mars' sleeping skills, and then gestured to the old car on the street in the distance: "Joel is back."

"Has he ever left?" Mars stood up, scratched his head, and picked up the binoculars to look at the middle-aged man.

"Leaving, the call he answered was his daughter's call. He went to pay bail for his daughter in the detention center, and he was swept in." Speaking of this, Meng Zou's expression changed strangely.

"Did you sweep it in? It's such a misfortune for the family. It's obvious that the old father is working hard outside to make money, and the daughter still wants... Hey, the world is not worth it, poor old Joel." Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Mars sat leaning against the wall Next, he sighed a little.

"Ah, you misunderstood." Meng Zou laughed: "She went in as a customer."

The regret on Mars' face froze for a moment, and then he laughed twice.

The embarrassed Leopard wiped the tip of his nose.

"By the way, the automatic detection unit I arranged in the sewer has just sent a report that there are mechanical reactions of large-scale mechanical walking and reactions of humanoid organisms in the sewer five kilometers away." After Meng Zou finished speaking, he sat down. On the platform covered with tarps, he raised the tablet computer in his hand: "They should confirm with Joel when they leave the sewer, and I will deal with him after their communication is completed."

"I'll leave it to you." Mars nodded.

Then Myers closed his eyes.

What hunters need most is patience.

(End of this chapter)