"There is a little trouble with Nie. She just asked us if we have been busy in the past two days."

As soon as Mars got up, he heard Meng Zuo's reminder. He was about to wash up and glanced at Meng Zuo.

"What's the trouble? Can we help?"

"It's Rasmus's trouble. You haven't joined the clan yet, so don't interfere." After saying that, Meng Zuo and Mars talked about the trouble Nie had encountered. After hearing about the tragedy of the Canis children,

Mars was silent for a long time.

Finally he went to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"I thought you were going to make a long speech." Meng Zuo sat on the swivel chair he just bought and looked at Mars.

"Because I found that the power of words is not as powerful as physical crushing. Where is he, find him for me, and I will give him a good beating before I hand him over to Nirvana." The child was tortured by these two mentally ill parents.

Sold, now all Mars has to do is grab the guy named Patch before the victim appears again, and then break the bridge of his nose.

"That's what I like about you, but things come first. I found the hacker. When I'm looking for Patch Canis, I'll take you to beat him up first." After saying that, Meng Zuo sent an address to

Mars: "Gaoshou Road, District 13, a ghostly place where the average life expectancy of the entire city of New Hangzhou has exceeded the 80 mark."

"When I heard about this district, I almost wanted to wear a bulletproof vest."

District 13 is an old troubled area in New Hangzhou. When the entire city of New Hangzhou took refuge in the underground city due to the ice age, the entrance and exit of the underground city was in District 13. Later, the glaciers melted and the temperature rose, and humans returned to the surface and

Various monsters and monsters compete for the home, and the underground city becomes a huge arsenal.

Later, the arsenal was moved above ground, humans expanded their homes, and underground cities gradually lost their popularity.

But the young and old men in District 13 didn’t think so. When the management of New Hangzhou learned that someone was running a black market in District 13 without paying taxes, they discovered that the first and second floors of the basement had been reactivated by District 13, and

The citizens of the 13th District spontaneously organized a self-defense force and fought against the tide of zombies that had occupied the third floor for some time.

In fact, if it hadn't been for the wave of living corpses, the black market in District 13 would have been a mystery - after all, thousands of people had disappeared (killed) for no apparent reason in the past year, and the community police said afterwards that they had made a report.

At that time, the boss of the North Head Office had to take the blame and resign.

At that time, considering the pressure on the front line, the military simply asked the district chief of the 13th District to lead his own guards. Stop the black market. The tax will be reduced by half. You can trade normally, and I will give you some military weapons.

The core is just four words, hold on to me.

Later, the tide of living corpses was suppressed by the Southern Thai Army, which had calmed down, and the underground city was turned into a small hive in the Thirteenth District. Things have changed over time, and the spirit of the Thirteenth District to do anything if it is not accepted has been passed down to the present. Specifically, it is

Eight words.

What are you looking at and how are you looking at?

Of course, the 13th arrondissement is not a den of chaos - 80% of the adults have gun licenses, and 80% of them have long gun licenses. The streets are filled with families whose members have been soldiers for ten generations, and you don't even have to go out.

I'm sorry to brag about this, but in some small blocks there are even people who have served in the military for 20 consecutive generations, and their family plaques are all over the wall.

The community atmosphere is very strong, and Mars really doesn't want to take action in the 13th District, for fear that the enthusiastic citizens nearby will draw their guns and shoot when they see someone fighting.

"It's okay, I've checked it out. That guy is also a tenant. When the time comes, we will go in under the skin of a high tower. Citizens and friends will not be allowed to have a gun range." Meng Zuo said this, and Mars also

Happy.

Yes, we are children of a high tower. What are we afraid of? We can just wear blue windbreakers.

So Mars took Meng Zuo downstairs and drove the newly purchased No. 2 car across the bridge. While buying breakfast, Mars noticed that the fruit shop next door was being renovated.

"What's the new store?" Mars asked humbly, turning to look at the agent who was making rice balls for breakfast.

"I heard it's a bookstore." Mr. Agent smiled a little shyly when he said this: "We have wanted to open a bookstore before."

Oh, I understand, I am also your colleague.

That's okay. There is a proverb in southern Thailand that goes like this: If you have many lice, you won't be itchy; if you have many debts, you won't have to worry about it.

I don’t know where this new friend came from, so let’s wait until their store opens to see them again.

Thinking of this, Mars took a bite of the rice ball... Well, the rice in this rice ball should be rice from the north. It is plump and soft in texture. Inside is a filling of meat floss, honey and sauce, with dried seaweed on the outside.

, it’s really unexpectedly delicious.

"Give me two more!" Meng Zuo was already shouting.

………………

There are no high-rise buildings in District 13, and the highest one is only six floors. When the Ice Age ended, it was the first above-ground residential area in the new Hangzhou underground city. It still retains the architectural patterns of that year - various cement and steel bars.

It is a building that exceeds the standard. The walls are one meter thick, and the roof has prefabricated machine gun positions. Even the rooftops on the third and fourth floors are specially constructed. During the war, the balconies were removed and the cannons were pushed upstairs to provide fixed-point fire.

Because of this, the Thirteenth District seems to have been abandoned by the times, but the merchants still have not given up on the citizens and friends of the Thirteenth District and the money in their pockets, automatic advertising robots, automatic leaflet distribution robots and various projections

The advertisement adds a new era atmosphere to the 13th arrondissement, which is said to have an old time.

As soon as Mars drove into the 13th arrondissement, a policeman came over to check his ID card. After taking a look at the ID card, the young man frowned and said, "We seem to have met before?"

"No, it's my first time here today." Mars said and took off the sunglasses on his face.

Mars, the young policeman in front of him, had seen him a few days ago - on the day when a certain unlucky collector died, at the passage out of the city.

But what he met at first was Mars Gaiyat, a newly immigrated Xiaokai from the Western Continent.

And now he saw Mars, the chief apprentice of the tower.

"It's a real person." The young policeman smiled and handed back his ID card: "Do you have any business in the 13th arrondissement, young sir?"

"There's something going on. We're tracking down a hacker. He hacked into the transportation system and made the vehicles disappear from the camera, so we're looking for him."

"I see, then please help yourself, young gentleman." The young policeman stepped back and signaled that Mars could leave.

"Goodbye." Mars smiled and started the vehicle.

The car soon turned to the right at the far end of the street, and the smile on the young policeman's face gradually disappeared.

He picked up the walkie-talkie.
Chapter completed!