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Chapter Forty-Three: Let's Go

This leader Jin should be a gangster who just came to power. He does not have the businessman temperament like Chris Wahl before him, nor does he have the philistine played by Lin Chenggong.

In front of the world, this guy has two faces. To the weak, he is a tyrannical king, but facing the deadly strong, he is a perfect waste.

He gave Touma Kiryu’s address—Villa No. 27, a high-end residential complex called “Happiness” in District 8.

This was something he had seen Kiryu Fuyuma entering when he was playing with a drone, and not once or twice. In order to survive, this kind of gangster would sell everything, his personality, his soul, even his boss.

"As promised! I'll tell you! If you don't kill me!"

Meng Zuo looked at Mars, and Mars took a step back and looked at Lin Chenggong, who was walking up, and the child in his arms, who had tears on his face.

The man put down his child and walked up to Mars: "She asked me to thank you."

"...It's a pity." Mars knew what happened next, so he changed the pistol in his hand to a magazine, and then handed it upside down in front of Lin Chenggong: "I know you are full of pain, but we are sinful

A killer is a destined butcher, not a pervert who uses chair legs to solve all problems."

"I know, thank you." Lin successfully took the gun.

"Didn't you say you wanted to let me go!" Leader Jin looked at Mars: "You don't mean what you say! Are you still from the tower!!"

"Didn't we let you go?" Mars took another step back with a smile on his face: "My assistant and I will not kill you, but we did not promise to protect you when others kill you. I understand.

."

Leader Jin seemed to understand everything. He screamed and tried to rush out of the door, but the bullets were faster than him. Lin successfully knocked him down, then walked up to him and shot him with all the bullets in the gun.

on the body.

This young man seemed not to be dead yet, but looking at the bullet holes in his body and the speed of bleeding, Mars knew that this was Lin Chenggong's desire to return the pain he had suffered to his sinner to the greatest extent possible.

But the siren of the ambulance was getting closer and closer. Lin Chenggong finally turned around and took out the empty magazine from the gun, while Mars took out another magazine. The two threw and caught each other.

Lin managed to catch the armed paramedics before they could push through the door and deliver the final blow to the criminal at his feet. The bullet penetrated the skull.

Lin successfully held the pistol upside down and returned it to Mars.

"Wash your hands." Mars took out hand sanitizer.

"...Thank you, are your towers always so comprehensive?" Lin Chenggong asked while washing his hands.

"Of course." Mars watched as Meng Zuo opened the door and ushered in the first responder.

The leader glanced at Mars, raised his hand, and nodded: "Who need us to save?"

"In the basement, she just died. If you can, please save her brain. The tower will pay for all medical expenses including protecting the electronic brain." As soon as Mars finished speaking, he saw Inspector Ximen pushing the door open and entering.

He first signaled the first responders to go into the basement to save people, and then stared at Mars.

Finally, he smiled and sighed: "You little brat from the tower, you asked your tower to pay for the treatment of the wife of a loyal police officer. Do you think the Beijing Headquarters can afford to shame this person?"

"Thank you, sir." Lin Chenggong finally choked up at this time.

"Don't be like this, Chenggong, it's because we're late." The old man quickly came to Lin Chenggong's side and hugged Lin Chenggong: "Your sacrifice is enough to be remembered by this land."

Mars stepped aside, and the police swarmed in. One of them saw Mars: "The boy from the tower! It's you!"

"I, what's wrong?" Mars didn't recognize him, but he pointed at himself: "We met at Section 7 of the Ring Road. You said you had a mission... thank you."

The young man ran over and patted Mars on the shoulder: "As expected of the tower's apprentice, you will definitely become a swordsman."

Facing such a highly anticipated scene, Mars was a little embarrassed: "I just did what I should do. As for the swordsman, I am still young and have a long future, but I believe I can do it."

The policemen laughed, and every policeman came over to shake hands with Mars. They praised Mars, which made the young Leopard full of embarrassment, but Lin successfully walked over and patted Mars on the shoulder: "Anyway, I

Thank you."

"I said I was just doing what I should do." As soon as he finished speaking, Mars saw the furious first responder chief rushing up: "The lady below is still angry! Who said she is dead! We

I almost had my brain removed!”

All the police officers looked at Mars in unison.

Mars pointed at Lin Chenggong - the pot was too big for Mars and he couldn't handle it.

So all the policemen looked at Lin Chenggong.

"My wife is not dead! I saw she wasn't breathing!" The grown man's eyes widened.

"She just fainted. You idiot, have you ever learned first aid? Do you know what syncope causes apnea?" The person in charge stared angrily.

"The school didn't teach me when I was undercover, so he asked me to go undercover." Lin Chenggong pointed at Superintendent Ximen.

The latter struggled to shrink his tall body behind Mars.

"Damn old man!" the person in charge said and turned around and went down to the basement.

Lin Chenggong's child would have been very happy if he had not been taken away by the first responders, but that's fine, I think he would have been very happy to know that his mother was not dead.

The police gentlemen had cheerful expressions on their faces, but they didn't say anything.

Lin Chenggong patted Superintendent Ximen on the shoulder. He was also smiling, but he didn't say anything.

Mars looked at Inspector Ximen and did not smile, because Mars suddenly thought of Nirvana and Chun, who would I choose, and who would choose me.

Old people have their worries, and young people have their delusions.

Thinking of this, Mars said goodbye to everyone.

When he went out, it was Superintendent Ximen who escorted Mars to the car.

When Mars started the car, the old man said: "Son, your father will also be remembered by the ground beneath our feet."

"That's great. As for me...I don't need these." Mars sighed.

"I know it's my fault that you have grievances... Now you are the son of the tower, so go ahead and do what you think is right." The old man rubbed the top of Mars' head: "Don't do it to the young man.

It’s time to leave regrets, go ahead, I’ll help you if something happens.”

Mars nodded, and when he started the car and backed out of the alley and turned around, he still saw the old man in the rearview mirror.

Mars didn't know how much of what he said was true.

But there is one thing that Mars is sure of.

I, Mars, have always done what I think is right in all the bloodshed and killing I have done.
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