Chris Wahl, what are you living for?

The young Muse Ratman stood outside the door of the chess and card room, watching the sun jump out from the sea level in the distance. After playing mahjong all night, he failed to find the person he wanted to wait for.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a taxi immediately stopped in front of him. The young man spending money in the largest chess and card room in New Hangzhou seemed to have endless money in his pocket.

This is the feeling of many lower-class citizens, and it is also true. Chris Wahl never worries about money, because he can make a lot of money from every transaction.

Leaning on the passenger seat and giving his address, Chris looked out the window. He was looking at people, looking at people who should have come long ago.

It's a pity that they never showed up. My father didn't come when he was young, he didn't come when his father died in an assassination, he didn't come when he became an adult, he didn't come when he took over the business... Now even the convoy has collapsed, and all the

The goods were scattered before the eyes of the world, but they still did not come.

Have they forgotten that there is a dead ghost of Dorn Wahl and a child named Chris Wahl in this world?

...Probably I forgot about it.

The young man looking out the window hummed his father's favorite song when he was still alive. After the car stopped, he paid for the car with his credit card, then got out of the car door and stood on the sidewalk.

Crowds of people were walking in the steel jungle called the city, and children carrying schoolbags passed by Chris in groups.

If my father had not taken over the lurking mission, would I have been able to live as happily as these children in my childhood?

Maybe there is maybe, but if there is no if.

Chris took a newspaper from the newsstand upstairs in his home, which contained the story of what happened in the unfinished building yesterday. The news media described the massacre as a sword of justice team once again attacking this land.

There are heroes on the ground. Some media also said that the number of contraband seized this time is the largest in the past 100 years. The masterminds behind the transportation of these contraband must be severely punished.

I'm right here, damn where are you people.

Chris sighed in his heart, you didn't come, the earth in your mouth has already swallowed my father, will it swallow me and my possible children next?

Does this land require the Val family to continue to sacrifice?

Just because all this was a ridiculous decision made by a father in the summer of that year. He fulfilled himself, but pushed the entire family into the abyss.

Sitting on a chair by the roadside, Chris watched the children passing by, until finally the children started running and disappeared.

I envy them for being able to go to school, I envy them for having a better life, and I envy them for not having to live like a bastard like me.

Stand up, walk into the lobby of the building, take the elevator to your home floor, open the door, and close the door.

Chris Wahl heard murmurs coming from behind him.

A small hand grabbed his and threw him to the carpet.

Then the lights in the room turned on, and the owner of the magnificent independent suite looked at the stranger sitting on the chair... and laughed.

I finally waited.

………………

Mars looked at Chris Val who was subdued on the carpet by Meng Zuo. He didn't resist at all. After Meng Zuo searched him and took away a pistol and a dagger, Meng Zuo walked to the door and locked it.

The door.

But the head of the family fell on the carpet and laughed.

"You are finally here. I have finally waited for this day. Hurry up and take away my head. Hurry up and convict me! I have had enough of this damn mission!"

Looking at his furious look, Mars sighed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chris Wahl, you probably confused us with someone."

Mr. Chris Wahl was silent for a few seconds: "Aren't you from the Southern Thailand Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"No." Mars shook his head.

"Then are you from the Fort Carter Military Intelligence Joint Center?" The young Muse Ratman looked a little eager.

Mars shook his head.

"The Principality of Farore?" The rat man sat up.

Mars shook his head and was helpless.

"You can't be from the Order of Justice!" The rat man pointed at Mars.

"Sorry, I'm not." Mars continued to retort.

"Then who are you? You can't be from the tower, right?" The rat-man scratched his head, looking like he was about to lose his mind.

"Yes, I am the apprentice of the tower." Mars smiled and nodded.

"You still fucking say you're not! Kill me! Take my head and tell everyone in this city that thing is mine! I'm the mastermind behind this! I'm fed up with this life! Let me die!

"The Mr. Rat Man in front of Mars was almost crazy. He stood up, looked at Mars with wide eyes and shouted.

But Mars was destined to disappoint him, because he stood up, walked past him, walked into the kitchen nearby, and picked up a cake he had bought now.

When he took it out, the madness on Chris Wahl's face disappeared, and tears rolled down from his eyes.

Mars put the cake on the table: "I investigated you when I came here and found your birthday. Your birthday is not four months later but today, so... happy birthday, birthday boy."

Chris didn't move. He covered his mouth and cried like a tearful man.

Mars stood there, looking at this young man who had even forgotten his own birthday. He suddenly realized that his mentor was really wrong, because some people were enveloped in darkness, but there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes.

When the young man had cried enough, he sat on a chair and looked at Mars: "I thought I was going to die, but I never thought that there would be a half-year-old child celebrating my birthday... Thank you,

what's your name."

"Mars, it would be better if you still remember my father." Mars finished speaking and started to divide the cake with a knife.

"Mars...Marais, who are you?"

"Father, if I had no accident, I should be like you."

Having said this, Mars handed the young birthday boy a piece of cake.

"...I never knew that you and I would be on the same journey." The young man took the cake, and then took the knife and fork from Mars' hand: "I'm starting to envy you, you know."

"We both have dead fathers, is there anything to compare with?" Mars shook his head.

Chris thought for a moment, then sighed: "Yes, this is nothing to compare with, but why did you come to me today? You said you are from the tower..."

"I want to know how many members of the Dead Eye Group you have information about." Mars went straight to the point.

Chris frowned, then he stood up, walked to the computer desk aside, opened his cabinet, took out a USB flash drive, and placed it in front of Mars.

"Here is the list of the leaders and group leaders of our entire freight group, their addresses, and their superficial cover identities. I thought I wouldn't be able to use it." At this point, the young man began to devour the food.

Cake: "You take the information from my hands. If all my accomplices die but nothing happens to me, those guys will definitely think that I betrayed them, so you must kill me."

"Why?" Mars asked.

"I want to be a human being, not a ghost, it's that simple." After finishing the last bite of cake, Chris raised his head and looked at Mars: "Come on, give me a chance."

"Maybe we have another way," Mars said, taking a step back.

"What method." Chris didn't understand: "Please, Mars, for the sake of whatever, give me a relief."

Then the glass exterior wall in front of the room broke and Chris Wahl fell to the ground with a bullet belt.

Mars squatted next to him: "A gunman attacked you. When you were about to lose consciousness, you heard someone walking in, and then you didn't know anything."

After saying that, Mars put a therapeutic shot in Chris's hand: "If you really can't stand it, give yourself a shot. Remember, keep living, and one day you will be able to see the photos."

It may take a long time to bring out the glimmer of light in your life, but I swear to you, if the light doesn't come, I will."

Chris, whose lungs were injured, couldn't answer, but he still patted Mars' arm hard and smiled hard.

"Good morning, Mr. Chris Val." After Mars finished speaking, he looked at Meng Zuo who had already smashed the entire room. The latter picked up a few rolls of cash and some jewelry, as well as a piece of jewelry that had just been removed from the computer mainframe.

Remove the hard drive.

"Meng Zuo, it's time for us to leave." Mars was already standing at the door.

So Meng Zuo followed quickly.

There was no way to move the elevator, but Mars still took Meng Zuo leisurely down to the first floor through the escape stairs.

At this time, police officers walked into the lobby on the first floor. They did not know what happened upstairs, but someone called the police and reported that the glass from the exterior wall had fallen off.

Mars, who had completely changed his appearance, walked over with Meng Zuo, and no one noticed them.

After walking out of the hall, Mars and Meng Zuo went around into the alley. While entering the alley, Meng Zuo blocked the cameras at both ends of the alley. Mars and he took off their coats and put them on inside out, and then one by one

The two little leopards tore off the stickers on the shoes and stuffed them into their pockets.

Walking out of the alley, Mars, a changed man, and Meng Zuo, who had torn off his leopard ears and tail prosthetics, walked into the crowd.

Meng Zuo inserted the USB flash drive in his hand into the slot on the back of his neck. While scanning the USB flash drive to confirm its safety, he counted the rolls of money. "We have made a good harvest. There are tens of thousands here." "That's awesome.

Great, let's go have a good meal somewhere at noon." Mars was about to find a place with Meng Zuo to have a good meal when he saw two men in black suits standing in front of them.

I know the leader, Mars.
Chapter completed!