"Mars, this is the gun you want."

Mr. Hong Peiguang, the manager of the tower armory, placed the spear that Mars needed on the counter.

Mars put the semi-automatic rifle in the gun case.

"Two twenty-round magazines."

Two magazines were placed in front of Mars. The management omnic watched Mars put the magazines in front of him, and took out four small magazines from under the counter.

"Ten heavy bullets, ten armor-piercing bullets, ten electronic pulse striker bullets, and ten degraded bullets."

The omnic, who knew what it meant to be tight-lipped, watched in silence as the chief apprentice of the tower loaded all the bullets into the magazine in a certain order, and then recovered the small magazine.

Then there is the lightsaber hilt: "The powerful lightsaber hilt is suitable for you as you become more and more powerful."

Mars took out the standard lightsaber hilt from his waist, and then popped out two lightsabers in front of Mr. Hong. Well, the new one in Mars' left hand was at least 70% more powerful, and the lightsaber was still in shape.

High speed, and there is no flash cracking effect caused by excessive force.

The two lightsabers intersected, and the old sword body in Mars' right hand was directly assimilated into the new sword body. It was indeed a tower-standard weapon. Compared with the guys that can be bought in ordinary stores, the latter, as a mass product, has nothing at all.

Comparability.

Finally, there is a pistol used by the Western Army. The New Era 1999 produced by Fort Carter is the latest model. It has defeated all its Western opponents in terms of practicality, appearance and price. Its only difference is from the tower pistol in Mars' hands.

The former uses 9mm pistol bullets unique to Western China, while the latter uses Eastern-Turkish standard 10mm pistol bullets.

"Your Excellency, I wish you a happy hunting."

"Thank you, Mr. Hong." Mars stretched out his hand and shook hands with the omnic who had a slightly surprised face.

After leaving the armory with the gun, Mars put the gun case in the trunk of the car and closed the cover. There was an anti-scanning coating on the inside of the cover to prevent anyone from discovering the sandwich.

As for if someone really discovers it - you see, Mars Gayat is a young man from the West who just entered southern Thailand a week ago. The car was 90% new at a second-hand market he bought five days ago. This car is 90% new.

Why the back box has a mezzanine, only a ghost knows.

Do you believe that the police and prosecutors believe it? That has nothing to do with Mars. Gao Tower is fully prepared in this regard - at least five founders of law firms worked as swordsmen and shed blood for this land. They helped Gao Tower.

Ta has never lost a lawsuit like this before.

He threw his gloves into the recycling bin, replaced all items on his body that could prove his identity, and threw his coat into the box.

Then he put on a denim-style short-sleeved vest, a short-sleeved shirt printed with the commemorative pattern of last year's Carterburg Music Festival, and then the cropped pants that are said to be the most paraded in the West this year and Mars' favorite cloth and rubber bottoms.

Foot shoes.

After preparations were completed, Mars got in the car and left the tower following the driving route drawn by the omnic.

At the gate, Mars saw Ms. Celine, who was still wearing her white doctor's coat.

"Ms. Celine." Mars stopped the car.

And she smiled, and the lady raised the lunch box in her hand: "This idiot Lao Yu went to Beijing for something, and he asked me to deliver it to you. Look, it's the same as before."

"Thank you, Ms. Celine." Mars accepted the lunch box gratefully.

"Remember, the tower is your home. If you encounter someone you can't handle, you can come to me." After saying that, Ms. Celine raised the power hammer in her hand and struck the ground.

Mars was sitting in the car. The car under Mars' buttocks and the omnic guard beside it were the same distance from its post. It was not high, about ten centimeters.

Mars nodded non-stop, indicating that he would tell Ms. Celine if he really encountered something that he couldn't handle. When the door opened, Mars stepped on the switch frantically, fearing that the lady would be worried and must come to participate in the grand event.

The next day, everyone from the Third Transportation Team was found to have painted the entire junction road between the 9th and 10th Districts. It would not be fun if they couldn't even put it together.

When the car got on the highway, Mars communicated with Meng Zuo again. Meng Zuo said that the community had been swept, and no humanoid creatures were found. There were quite a few rats, wild cats and dogs, and he was even underground.

A corpse was found in the garage.

"How did this thing get in?" Mars felt like he had heard the funniest joke.

·It should have run in from the sewer, or it may have floated over from the sea, or it may have been transformed by a local unlucky guy who was killed. After all, he had clothes on him, and it was a winter coat.

Meng Zuo's words reminded Mars, you see, in such a big city, there will always be one or two poor guys who have a ghoul sequence in their ancestors. This is a kind of aberration sequence, and humans can do it because of it.

Transformed into such a monster, it can ignore ordinary bullets and swords (of course, the guy who hits the target will die very quickly), but because such a sequence will slowly erode its owner, and they are also very powerful after death.

It may be deformed into such a heterogeneous species.

Therefore, the owners of this kind of sequence usually wear life detectors. If they are really dead, they must be sent to the incinerator overnight by special personnel, so as not to leave the deceased in the funeral parlor overnight and be discovered by the unlucky guy who comes to work the next morning.

I got up in the middle of the night and ate a buffet.

"Have you got him?" Mars asked while adjusting his face with the mirror in his hand.

·Of course, I am an omnic, and he did not regard me as a target at all, so when I walked five meters away from him, I used a silver-infiltrated dagger to throw a headshot and kill him.

After Meng Zuo finished speaking, he also sent an intimate photo of himself and the unlucky guy with a dagger stuck in his head to Mars' mobile phone.

Mars glanced at the target.

"Male, almost forty years old. All his body hair has fallen out due to being transformed into a corpse for too long. There is no way to genetically compare the body's bones after transforming into a corpse. Most of the teeth have either been lost or deformed into canines."

·However, there is a carious tooth on his lower left quadrant that has not been lost and has no traces of deformation. This tooth should be of value for investigation, I hope.

"May this poor man rest in peace." Mars sighed, and at the same time motioned for Meng Zuo to drag the ghoul away overnight - there were things to do tomorrow night, and that place could not become the first scene under any circumstances.

·That’s easy to say. I’ll put him in my suitcase and send him to the North Headquarters.

Meng Zuo's words stunned Mars: "Don't tell me that you will send it there yourself."

·Of course not, I will find an artificial intelligence express company, blackmail a first-level omnic delivery person, and let him take the blame for me.

When Meng Zuo said this, he expressed great indignation that Mars underestimated his intelligence.

Of course Mars laughed and defended the matter.

At the same time, he adjusted the vehicle's driving mode to automatic, and Mars leaned back on the seat, preparing to sneak into sleep for a while.
Chapter completed!