Mars watched Lin successfully retreat into the room through the scope. He had been trying in vain to find the hunter in the night. He felt something, but the night was the camouflage of the hunter. How could the prey easily see the hunter.

Mars could have just pulled the trigger, and as long as he did so, he and his children would die, and another name would be crossed off the list.

But Mars did not take action. Mars pitied the child, so Mars did not pull the trigger from the roof 479 yards away... And as long as the trigger was pulled, the bullet would first penetrate Lin Chenggong's chest, and then this

An armor-piercing bullet will pass through his body and eventually penetrate into the head of the child he is holding.

What really stopped Mars was not Lin Chenggong's identity as a messenger, but the action of turning around to protect his child behind him... The standard police escort action, using your own body as a shield to protect the target you want to protect, in order to prolong the impact of the bullet.

The action distance within the body, sideways facing the direction where the bullet may fly, and guarding the target from the back.

Mars' father had used this action to protect Mars more than once, so when Mars saw the man named Lin Chenggong doing this, he finally let go of the half-pulled trigger.

This should be a fish...a fish that sank to the bottom like my father.

This made Mars completely give up his plan to kill Lin Chenggong, but a problem arose.

Mars did not kill him, which was inconsistent with Mars' previous killing trajectory - starting from the annihilation of the transport team, Mars had been giving the police and the Dead Eye team an illusion that a transcendent assassin assassinated Dead Eye for unknown reasons.

group of goals, and then he kept finding new goals by various means.

Regardless of whether the leaders and group leaders of these dead-eye groups have disclosed their identities.

During Meng Zuo's surveillance, one possibility that the police analyzed was that the murderer was able to read memories from the brains of the deceased and was a standard psychic assassin - assassins of this type are said to be able to even torture the soul.

But who would have known that one of Mars' abilities is not psychic magic, but the intelligence obtained from the tower's intelligence analysis and cracking of the electronic brain.

Even the Dead Eye Group betrayed Chris Wahl with guilt in order to organize the organization... He is the real betrayer Erwuzi.

Lin Chenggong, you are really a problematic guy. I won’t kill you, but you will face suspicious eyes in the future. I must find a suitable reason.

Thinking of this, Mars put away his gun.

"It's time to go home." Mars looked at Meng Zuo who was eating snacks.

The latter was carrying large and small bags and chewing snacks: "Why don't you shoot."

"Lin Chenggong has a problem. He may be the same as my father. Let the instructor ask."

"Is it true? Please, the record I have here is that he was kicked out of the police academy thirty years ago." Meng Zuo followed Mars down the stairs and closed the bell tower door with his feet.

"If you don't kick him out, who will be the bottom fisher, you?" Mars said as he climbed over the wall.

Meng Zuo turned on his magnetic feet and climbed through the large iron gate of the wall: "I definitely can't do it. I'm an omnic. What kind of crazy family would let me be a gangster?"

Isn't it because you are too talkative?

Mars muttered as he took Meng Zuo into the car.

We have to find an opportunity to connect with Lin successfully, but before that, we must get the token first.

So on the way home, Mars called his mentor and told him about the incident.

"No problem. I'm having tea with Ximen in a teahouse in District 4 right now. I'll ask him for you and give you news afterwards." The instructor on the phone hung up after saying this.

Mars turned to look at Meng Zuo: "The instructor said he was at the teahouse in the fourth district. How is the consumption there?"

"The two thousand Thai South dollars per person per hour does not count the refreshments. The five thousand Thai dollars per person per hour for two hours of tea are free of charge." After saying that, Meng Zuo turned to look at Mars. There were little stars on the artificial eyeballs in his eyes: "There.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is very delicious, but we don’t offer it for takeout. When will you treat me to it?”

"My family is poor and cannot afford food." Mars refused.

Meng Zuo let out a scream that standard humans cannot hear: "Didn't I just make money!"

"Five thousand yuan, you can eat two hundred kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the snack cake you just made." Mars' answer directly struck Meng Zuo's spirit.

Given the choice between a small bowl of osmanthus cake worth 5,000 yuan or 200 pounds of osmanthus cake, the young Jihun finally chose the latter.

It's two hundred pounds. Although it's not that delicious, it's enough.

Fortunately, he is not an adult and does not understand that I want everything.

As Mars wiped his forehead, he felt that he had escaped death this time.

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Putting down his cell phone, Yu Xianzhe turned to look at the old man who was drinking tea: "Ximen, I have something to ask you afterward."

Then he turned to look at the old man sitting in the corner: "Xiao Zhang, I told you last year that your grandson named John can't control his lower body. It's impossible for me to let him enter the tower. If you don't believe it, okay?

It has made the little Zhao girl’s belly bigger. His grandson has wanted to catch him and whip him for dozens of days. Now you still have the ability to blame me for this matter."

"Where, where, Sir Sage, Teacher Zhang is also confused. This little guy is a descendant of the Western Continent royal family after all." The middle-aged man sitting next to Ximen wiped his sweat while helping to speak Aiki.

"What's wrong with the royal family of the Western Continent? Does it have two heads or six heads?" Ms. Celine, who was sitting opposite him, snorted coldly: "Now you can't see anyone alive, and you can't see dead bodies. Maybe they have been buried in the ground.

It’s rotten inside.”

"Can you Gaotai say something nice? My Zhang family doesn't have many grandchildren, so I can't afford to die." The old man in the corner said this and looked at Inspector Ximen: "Ximen, this happened in your new Hangzhou.

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"I'm in charge of the North Headquarters. There are no people on the territory of the South Headquarters. Why don't you ask about the children of the old Zhou family?" Ximen, the white-headed man, took a sip of tea as he spoke.

Zhou Zhiwu, an old member of the Zhou family, had just become the director of the Nan Head Office a few years ago.

"Zhou Zhicheng had a car accident half a month ago and is still lying in the hospital. Aren't you in charge?" the middle-aged man asked Ximen.

"I just took over half a month ago, and everyone doesn't recognize him. And Xiao Zhang, your grandson is outrageous. You asked him to come to New Hangzhou, but you didn't provide him with tobacco, wine and tea. He actually dared to go to the place where the Dead Eye Group was.

As a tax collector, the monkey from the southern archipelago made some gangster movies to fool him." Yu Xianzhe said this and reached out to hold the tea table, interrupting the old man's attempt to lift the table: "I

Let's put it this way, New Hangzhou is not the capital, and this is not a place for you to run wild. When the sage ruled the world and I killed the whole families of those noble families who committed trouble, your great-grandfather did not dare to speak loudly in front of me. If you don't believe me, ask me.

Old money around."

The Snow Leopard Sage, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said, "I lost my favorite grandson, so you should say a few more human words, Lao Yu."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled the old man back to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't show off here. I'll help you for the sake of your ancestors, but if you really want to die, believe it or not, I'll help Lao Yu kill your family."

The two sages lowered their faces, and the old man finally gave up.

"Then the question is, who asked him to be a tax collector." Yu Xianzhe looked at Ximen.

"Little John has an old friend on the Internet, his name is Kobayakawa Genjiro. He is from the Dead Eye Group. I heard that he came to New Hangzhou and was looking for a job, so I gave him this job." Simon said this and rubbed his temples.

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"Kobayakawa Genjiro, where are the others?" the old man in the corner asked.

"He was killed, and the body is still in the freezer of the funeral home." Ximen didn't say much, but directly sent the internal report to the old man: "Old Zhang, it's not that I won't help you, the guy who killed him is a veteran.

He took away all this guy's electronic brain. It's obvious that he is either proficient in psychic arts or a master of hacking. These famous masters, if you let ordinary police officers take charge of the case, you are harming them."

"I know, I can understand, but has the Dead Eye group offended anyone recently?" Lao Zhang looked up with some confusion after reading the content on the tablet in his hand.
Chapter completed!