The vibration of the message alert that came with the headset made Mars wake up fifty minutes later. He glanced around and saw that the self-driving vehicle stopped just outside the unfinished building.

"Is there any new news, Meng Zuo?" Mars got out of the car, took the gun case from the trunk of the car and carried it behind him.

·Three pieces of good news. The first one is that the unlucky guy has been delivered to the North Headquarters, and it happened to be Inspector Lin who took over. She is afraid she will have insomnia tonight.

"This is not good news." Mars sighed as he walked outside the iron gate of the wall, and the iron gate opened by itself. Mars wrapped his tail around the small broom, and the person lit it in front, while the small broom destroyed the footprints at the end.

·Second, after I hacked the nearby surveillance system, someone else hacked into the system. It seems that they are paving the way for tonight's operation. I am tracking the source.

"This can be considered good news. What else can I say?" Mars came downstairs, took a look at the newly arranged steel cables, took out the lifter and buckled it, and then let the lifter with its own motor lift him

Reached the thirtieth floor.

"They just removed their mission from the deep pool." Demeng Zuo, who was on the 30th floor, shared his information with Mars: "The new person who took over the mission is a guy named Joel Bistock.

, mercenary, good at shooting. A native of the northern city of Sai, he went south to make money two years ago and is somewhat famous in southern Thailand. He usually takes this type of job."

"My dominant hand is left-handed...left-handed." Mars sighed as he placed the gun case on a platform covered with a tarpaulin.

Taking out the gun, the integrated barrel silencer can minimize alerting anyone. Mars took out the eight-fold scope from the scope bag on his waist and put it on the back of the gun. After completing the fine adjustments, Mars placed the magazine

Installed it and put it on the tarp.

Meng Zuo stood aside. He looked at the sewer exit with the ten-fold telescope in his hand: "The straight line distance from me to the sewer exit is 896, high and low. I put a few empty cans on the platform and the exit.

You can use it to test the gun."

"Hmm... By the way, I seem to have seen something in the refrigerator." Mars looked at the corner platform leading from the basement to the above ground and saw the six-legged machine.

"Yes, children should always be taken out to play. Look at how happy they are."

"...Yeah, like a playful puppy." Mars sighed as he watched this six-legged machine crawling all over the ground.

You see, only omnics truly understand omnics.

"Okay, let's start calibrating the gun. The first shot is a red can."

Mars adjusted the parameters, checked the wind direction, and then shot the empty can away.

"The tower is really a melting pot, Mars, would you have killed a chicken a year ago?" Meng Zuo said with emotion.

"Yes, the tower has changed the fate of one child after another. How cute I was before, but how bad I am now." Mars followed with a strange expression.

Then Mars and Meng Zuo were silent for a moment.

Because here they saw an old car driving from the street in the distance.

Meng Zuo adjusted the magnification of the telescope in his hand and looked at the big man getting off the car. He made a sound as expected: "It's Joel. It looks like he's also here to step in."

"What is professionalism?" Mars sighed, watching the middle-aged man walking across the street, standing on the edge of the huge pit and looking at the situation below.

The six-legged machine called the Refrigerator has been hidden.

He looked around and then here.

The camouflage cloth worn by Mars directly activated the optical camouflage effect.

"He has a prosthetic eye, but it's too far away." After Meng Zuo finished speaking, he and Mars watched the man return to the car and watched him take out a cello box.

"Have you seen it? This is called professionalism." Meng Zuo said as he put down the telescope. He went to the platform behind to put away the cables and brackets to avoid being discovered by this latecomer.

"I look like a hip-hop rocker at first glance. Do you want to tell the world with the cello that I am a psycho?" Mars watched the man enter the left wall. He couldn't see the target here, so he got up and came to the right side.

, if you poke your head out of the window here, you can just see Joel walking by the wall.

"It looks like he's coming to our building too."

"Let him do it." Meng Zuo put the packed steel cables and brackets into the bathroom.

Mars remotely operated his car and parked it on the other side of the road.

In this way, the probe in front of the car happened to see Joel who appeared at the back door around the fence. He was holding a cello and completely ignored the slight sound of the electric car being shifted.

"The left eye is a prosthetic eye, the right hand is a prosthetic limb, and the whole skull has a metal reaction. It seems that our Mr. Joel has suffered a lot of injuries. It is fake to go south to make money, but it is real to come to support the elderly." At this point, Meng

Zuo watched as he didn't try to push the door, but jumped over the wall: "Good guy, his legs are also prosthetic. This guy's injury makes me feel more like he was blown up by our smart mine.

"

"Prosthetic limbs are more susceptible to wear and tear in the north. In southern Thailand, they can be used longer under normal temperature conditions. For mercenaries, this can also save a lot of thread." Mars said as he began to take off his clothes.

, put on a black jumpsuit, and adjusted the full-coverage patch glove on his right hand.

"He went up to the twenty-seventh floor, below us." Meng Zuo reported the latest situation of Mr. Joel.

Mars pulled out a tube of nutritional supplements, cut the opening, and popped it into his mouth—barbecue flavor, so good.

"After setting up the maze, I'll take a nap first." Mars said and got into the sleeping bag.

"Leave it to me. By the way, he seems to be talking to someone. I'm trying to hack into his mobile phone."

"Please." Mars nodded, then laid himself down on the pillow of the sleeping bag.

………………

"Mars, it's time to wake up."

Mars was woken up by Meng Zuo. The leopard opened his eyes and yawned. He looked at the night outside and raised his brows: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"Seventeen hours, you can really sleep." Meng Zuo first praised Mars for his sleeping skills, and then motioned to the old car on the street in the distance: "Joel is back."

"Has he ever left?" Mars stood up, scratched his head, picked up the binoculars and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Left. The phone call he answered before was from his daughter. He was going to pay bail for his daughter who was in the detention center. He was swept in." At this point, Meng Zuo's expression became very strange.

"Did you get swept in? It's really unfortunate for our family. It's obvious that the old father is working hard outside to make money, but his daughter still has to... Hey, this world is not worth it, poor old Joel." Putting down the telescope in his hand, Mars sat leaning against the wall.

Next, he was a little sad.

"Ah, you misunderstood." Meng Zuo laughed: "She went in as a customer."

The regret on Mars' face froze for a moment, and then he laughed twice.

The embarrassed leopard wiped the tip of his nose.

"By the way, the automatic detection unit I arranged in the sewer just sent a report that there were mechanical reactions of large machines walking and reactions of humanoid organisms in the sewers five kilometers away." After Meng Zuo finished speaking, he sat down

On the platform covered with tarpaulin, he raised the tablet in his hand: "They should still confirm with Joel when they come out of the sewer. I will deal with him after their communication is completed."

"I'll leave it to you." Mars nodded.

Then Mars closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!