"You slept for five hours." Meng Zuo narrowed his eyes when he saw Mars coming downstairs and doing aerobics with the refrigerator man in front of the TV: "You guys seem to have become stronger."

"Well, I just completed a promotion ceremony." After saying this, Mars looked at Meng Zuo. This kid was wearing a T-shirt that was obviously too big. I don't know if it is popular now or what happened:

"By the way, you are obviously an omnic. What kind of aerobics are you doing?"

"Why can't I dance? I'm so cute and if I'm versatile, countless young ladies will definitely fall in love with me. Then I'll divide you two." After Meng Zuo finished speaking, he suddenly clapped his hands like he was suddenly enlightened: "Ah

,By the way, If you can’t do it, those two girls of yours will definitely tear me down if they know that I’m introducing you to other girls.”

The refrigerator spirit also patted its forelimbs.

"You will die if you don't talk too much, and don't ruin the refrigerator." Mars sighed while rolling his eyes.

When he arrived at the sink and looked at the washed lunch box, Mars felt a little soft-hearted again - you see, except for his poor mouth, Meng Zuo was really good in other aspects. Even if a girl really fell in love with him, it wouldn't be strange.

The only problem is the gender of this boy. As an omnic, Meng Zuo has a default gender, but this boy has been with Mars for a year and has come into contact with all kinds of girls. Mars even feels that this

The omnic boy's sinister look is a bit girly.

Forget it, it's not Mars' turn to take care of this matter anyway, let's let the old father, the mentor, listen to his feelings and thoughts.

"By the way, what does our Beijing Headquarters say now?" Mars took out a snack box from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave.

"They are so busy right now. Let me tell you, the news just showed the murder scene on the sewer platform. Eight wanted criminals with a bounty of 700,000 each, suddenly died there as a family.

The officers had to deal with the ghouls in the suitcases, control the scene on the sewer platform, and gape at the tons of refined flour in the transport."

Refined flour, you see, even omnics have learned to tell bad jokes these days.

Thinking of this, Mars took out the heated box: "After I finish eating, we will go to the scene to see the excitement."

"It's not bright yet." As the aerobics ended, Meng Zuo also stopped dancing. The little guy took out two bottles, one large and one small, from the cabinet on the side. He took the big one and the small one.

He handed the refrigerator essence.

Then the two omnics enjoyed the special engine oil for omnics.

"You can watch the fun in the morning, noon or night." Mars opened the food box, then picked up one of the leek dumplings with chopsticks and swallowed it in one bite.

No, there are too many leeks.

Mars began to miss Chun's shrimp wontons and Nirvana's barbecue.

Damn it, Mars, you are only fourteen years old and you have already degenerated. You can’t live without the shrimp wontons and barbecue made by the girl!

The half-grown leopard cub, who was in grief and anger, finished eating the tasteless instant dumplings and put on a pure cotton short-sleeved shirt, a knitted peaked cap, and long and short wide-leg pants that fit well.

Of course, there are also Mars' favorite and most indispensable pistols and lightsabers.

"Human beings are really a very strange life, especially males, who will do anything to dress up and attract females." When Meng Zuo said this, he saw the overalls that Mars took out for him: "

Ah, I like these pants, they fit a cute male like me."

After saying that, the little guy jumped into his pants, and Mars pulled and buttoned them. The kid was fully clothed.

"By the way, how are you doing with that guy named Chris Wahl?"

"Found it. There are one hundred and seventy-nine people named Chris Val in the city, ranging from three months to ninety-seven years old. However, there is only one with a private dock in the tenth district harbor, so we should look for him.

This is Mr. Chris Wahl from 999 Yinglan Avenue in District 10." Meng Zuo picked up the small refrigerator and followed Mars out. He used the remote control to lower the rolling shutter door, and Mars backed the car out of the garage.

"When I go back this time, I want to replace the refrigerator spirit with a larger mechanical body, so that I can sit on its body and move freely." Meng Zuo said as he jumped into the passenger compartment with the refrigerator spirit in his arms.

"Where are your legs?" Mars launched a verbal attack.

"My pair of legs, specially made artificial joints, have been used normally for ten years, and the replacement cost is five million. Will you pay for it, Dad Mars?" Meng Zuo launched a venomous counterattack.

Mars was silent for a moment: "That's fine, you can sit down."

Damn it, five million!

Mars complained crazily deep in his heart - this year Mars turned into a monster-killing madman, killed so many monsters and mutants, and helped so many monsters and mutants live a new life of transformation, and he made a total profit

Less than 700,000.

Of these 700,000, I spent more than half of it on various things. The gun before, after spending 2,000 points, also cost Mars 100,000 Thai South dollars - at this price, because outside the tower

Only the military has such high-end goods.

And if Mars hadn’t been one of our own, he wouldn’t have been able to buy it even if he added a zero at the end. So now it seems that the reason why he used to think that robbing banks and selling luxury goods to make money was because Mars was too young and thought the world was too beautiful.

——It’s still a good job to make money as an arms dealer.

While thinking wildly, he used the autopilot to slowly move to the scene. From afar, Mars saw the cordon that had been drawn up.

It looked like there was no way to get closer, so Mars let the car go around while watching the excitement like the other citizens along the way.

Of course, I didn’t take photos with the scene like some desperate Internet celebrities, because everyone who dared to do so was beaten away by the omnic auxiliary police with glue sticks.

After finding an empty parking space and parking, Mars took a change of coat and clothes from the back seat and walked into the dry cleaners on the roadside. As a small business owner, Mars had to learn to use the Western lifestyle - because of this,

This dry cleaning shop opened by Xiluo was chosen by Mars himself. After all, it was a role-playing business.

After handing his coat to the clerk at the dry cleaning shop and swiping the membership card he had prepared long ago, Mars was about to create his own personal profile. While chatting with the clerk, he felt his cuffs being pulled.

Two times.

Well, Mars lowered his head and looked at Meng Zuo.

The latter pointed to the door in silence.

So Mars looked outside the door and happened to see three young people standing outside the cordon.

·Chris Wahl and his follower, the blond one is him.

Chris Wahl has blond hair and is well-dressed in a Thai Southern formal suit, a black formal suit, a gray vest, and leather shoes that are so bright that they can be reflective. This outfit can cost tens of thousands.

Moreover, in his chest pocket was an expensive pocket watch that was easy to make without looking at it, and a gold chain holding the pocket watch.

It seems that everyone at the North Headquarters has not discovered that Chris Wahl is related to this matter.

Thinking of this, Mars left the dry cleaning shop with Meng Zuo. After getting in the car, Mars looked at Meng Zuo: "Didn't I ask you to leave a clue?"

"How do I know?" Meng Zuo expressed confusion.

This made Mars very angry - please, can't you find out about Chris Wahl's problem quickly and arrest him.

Otherwise, Chris Wahl would still be in charge of the dock; and with someone in charge, the dock would not fall into chaos... If there was no chaos, how could Mars find Chris Wahl's companions?

You can't wait to meet a dead rat like this.
Chapter completed!