At the gate of the cinema, Mars stood alone.

Oops, the 1.85 meter tall guy on the ID card doesn’t match the 1.35 meter tall guy in reality. All the girls went in, but he didn’t.

I called my tutor, and the laughter on the other side didn’t stop. Finally, I gave Mars a suggestion—go to the Beijing Headquarters to apply for a new ID card.

If I had known, I would have asked old man Ximen to do such a favor when he was here.

Thinking of this, Mars hung up the phone with Nie and told her where he was going. Then the leopard's laughter on the phone never stopped.

Damn it, this was poor thinking on my part.

Walking on the road with his legs, Mars took a temperature tolerance test for himself. The temperature of more than 40 degrees in the afternoon made the tiger uncomfortable.

When he arrived at the North Headquarters, Mars looked at the service counter and his claws were numb - How can we let these police know who I am and tell me my name?

Give it a try, I don’t know if these guys have seen that interview.

Then halfway through the queue, I saw several tiger police officers dragging a dozen drunken lunatics in. One of them twisted his nose as he passed by and tried to wipe it on Mars' wide trouser legs.

Mars couldn't see the heart control, and with a little control, the guy put his hand into his mouth. The psychic energy controlled him until he was far away, then Mars released the control, and then he saw this guy vomiting all over the floor.

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The citizen in front of Mars was an old lady. She said at the counter that her neighbor was a weirdo who was still tinkering with things day and night. Several foreigners spoke in Thai with a heavy peninsular accent. Please

Mr. Policeman must go and take a look.

After calling the police, the old lady left.

Mars stood in front of the counter and heard the argali girls inside discussing the old lady's situation. One of them said that the police had come to the door seven times. Why were the foreigners in her house still awake?

Because they are playing online games.

Online game play?

Mars is confused, but that doesn't mean that Mars doesn't know - after all, online game apprentices are also playing, ranging from the most basic computer online games to brain-helmet games that are said to be still being tested.

"Little guy, what are you going to do?" An argali sheep saw Mars and didn't seem to recognize the little natural enemy in front of them.

"Come and get a new ID card." Mars said as he put his ID card on the counter.

A bold argali girl picked up Mars' ID card: "Mars House...are you eighteen years old?"

Mars yelled.

The argali girls laughed together, and their cheerful atmosphere attracted an old rabbit lady. She saw Mars who was about to explode with anger outside the counter: "Your Excellency Mars House, from the high tower?"

"Yes." Mars was a little surprised. This person recognized him at a glance.

"Great, my granddaughter is in the tower. She just told me this morning that their chief shrank and turned into a very cute boy. I also watched you on TV, and I have to say, you are really

A good person." The old lady smiled, took the ID card from the junior's hand, and then drove away the stunned juniors.

She sat on the chair, and several automatic machines immediately gathered in front of her: "Can you please verify your palm prints?"

"No problem." After saying that, Mars put his little hand on top of the four-legged machine.

"Well...it's the same as the first palm print several years ago, except for the size. Mr. Mars, it is really you." The old lady said as she started to press the communication machine that came over: "This is the North

Headquarters, pick up Gaota for me, I need to confirm whether the child who comes to my office to apply for a new ID card is really Chief Mars."

This is also a necessary process, and Mars certainly won't mind.

Then soon the instructor's voice appeared: "Mars, oooh."

Mars yelled.

"It's my child's voiceprint, thank you for your hard work, ma'am." The instructor confirmed with a smile.

"Okay, it was confirmed by Your Excellency the Sage himself. There is nothing wrong." The old lady took three photos of Mars with Polaroids of different sizes, then filed the big one and put the smaller one as a template for the new certificate.

Entered the crafting machine.

She and Mars were moved sideways to the empty seats at the counter by the automatic conveyor belt that started working at their feet.

"We need to wait ten minutes." The old lady explained with a smile.

Mars nodded and had no objection. After all, it was not like there were no other citizens behind him who needed services.

The argali girls who had free hands at this time had already gathered around the old lady. They seemed to have responded to Mars' cuteness with actions.

When Mars took the ID card, even Inspector Lin had heard about it. She looked at Mars Yile and said, "My daughter is almost taller than you, Your Excellency."

Mars rolled his eyes, feeling that this elf was really the leader in the world of not being able to open any pot.

Of course, the lady gave Mars a bottle of milk tea and sent him out the door as a gift.

"Where is your old man Ximen?" Mars asked curiously.

"Of course I have work to do." Inspector Lin replied with a smile.

Well, it does seem to be a very important job, even Mars wants to hide it.

But that's okay, after all, walls in this world have ears, and maybe someone will hear something if you say something here.

Mars stretched out his hand and shook Inspector Lin's hand: "I'm leaving first, Mrs. Lin. Tell the old man that I like the cake very much."

"He also said the same, saying that you must like the cake he gave you very much to bring it to the show." Inspector Lin replied with a smile.

Mars smiled knowingly, then trotted down the steps and said goodbye to the lady who was still standing there to say goodbye.

After walking for a while, Mars looked at the sports car that stopped in front of him. Meng Zuo was sitting in it: "Hey, let's go have some fun. My dad said there is a job in the 29th District. Someone is missing. The human body signal is the last

The appearance location is over the Sanchong Building, and a team of omnics will arrive before us."

"Okay." Mars jumped into the back seat of his convertible sports car. Meng Zuo was much more reliable as an AI driver than he was now.

"Here is the mission briefing. You should take a look at it first." Meng Zuo handed over a tablet.

Mars flipped.

The target person is named Jian Anran, a loyal son of the Nan Branch. He is nineteen years old this year. His father died in the mission, but he took over his father's work and finally completed everything, bringing down the criminals he was working with.

The whole group was thrown into jail.

But he disappeared near the Sanchong Building today, and the signal generator on his arm was found in the trash can of the Sanchong Building. Considering that he might have been captured by someone seeking revenge, in order to ensure that Jian Ran could survive as much as possible, Nan

The headquarters sent out spies and asked the tower for help.

Mars thought about Chris Wahl and wondered if he was doing well recently.

But this matter is not urgent. The problem now is that someone is looking for death.
Chapter completed!