District 6, Ping'an Avenue, No. 899.

The old woman sat with her eyes open, and she looked at the door as she sat in her living room: "Peace, are there any guests coming?" ”

It's an inland area away from the harbor area, and although it's a high-level location and safety is guaranteed, it's usually rare to have guests at night.

So she asked, and soon, a young prosthetic came over, with the skin of a human, except for the pair of mechanical eyes, which were not exactly human-like.

The child, who looked like a grandson but was actually a housekeeper, stood in front of the door and scanned the creatures outside the door once, then turned to look at his master: "There are two very strange organisms out there, ma'am. ”

"Strange, it's okay, there is peace you are here, open the door." The old woman smiled and nodded, and as she copied the double-barreled shotgun beside the couch into her hand—it was her favorite favorite fellow of her alcoholic husband when he was alive, and he was always fond of using it to scare her dead old woman.

Now he's gone, and she, a dead old woman, has to go to the gun shop to buy bullets and load them into the chamber.

It had been thirty years since its owner bought it before that, but its barrel was brand new until that day.

She sat there, and saw her peace and opened the door for her, the old woman.

Outside the door, under the moonlight, stood two lovely children, one was a pansian cat man with a beautiful coat, about ten years old, wearing a gray casual suit.

Another...... Well, very interesting, square ears, big eyes, a very cute house goblin, the old woman tried to recall, but she still didn't think of the presence of house goblins among the neighbors nearby, so she deflected the muzzle of the gun without a trace - no matter what, don't point the gun at the two cuties.

"Kids, what's the matter?"

"You're here at No. 899 Ping'an Avenue in District 6, right, ma'am." The kitten was holding a letter, and his question made the old woman smile and nod.

Of course? This is, of course, Ping'an Avenue in District 6, and No. 899 is a bit close to District 12, but in any case, it is also a model safe community? Much safer than those outside of the 10th.

The old woman's affirmation made the kitten hand out the envelope: "Hello, Mrs. Lin, here is a letter?" I was entrusted to bring it to you. ”

Ping An took the letter, and the old woman sat up straight, and she watched as he took the envelope to him? I don't know why? The old woman bit her own lip? Until the letter fell into her hands.

She shuddered and opened the letter, looking at its contents? Gradually? She lost her smile and tears welled up in her eyes.

"My peace ......," she cried? The little robot didn't understand her heart, but the call of his master made him sit down in front of her? He stretched out his hand? Shook her hand.

"Am I here? Master. He replied like that? Although it sounds a bit of a non-answer.

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When Marin brought them to the door, the lady said that she would thank them for everything, so Mars fled, and Marlin could only smile and take his leave.

Far away from No. 899, Marin looked at Mars who was standing there, this child's face was full of loneliness, and the old lady's gaffe and crying appearance just now could only be said to be heartbreaking.

"It's sad, isn't it?" Marlin patted him on the back.

"Yes, very sad, the loss of the last loved one, it's like my ......." Speaking of this, Mars was silent for a moment, he sniffled, and looked at Marin: "I don't make any excuses for my revenge, killing is a sharp knife, the only difference is in whose hands, in the hands of the Dead Eye Group, they have killed so many people, their black market sells the freshest organs, the relics of all kinds of victims, and those who have been kidnapped and lured from all over the world...... I didn't know why they were so bold before. ”

Marin nodded: "That guy is right, time goes with us, like glue, we can't create a perfect world without a shadow, as long as there are still people in this world who have evil thoughts, we can't complete the purification, so my children, we just need to be ourselves, my time has the requirements of our generation, and your generation will also have the beauty you need to save." ”

Walking on the sidewalk, Marin looked at the galaxy at the zenith, this world is so beautiful, it's a pity that Faye can't see it.

"Now it seems that someone is helping them, and the Chief Inspector is my next target, but before then, I'm going to find that guy, I have fifteen rounds of ammunition here, and I need to give them to him one by one." After speaking, Mars turned his head to look at Marin: "Ancestor, are you still free?" ”

"Yes, I don't know who summoned me, anyway, I'm sleepy now, so it's good to accompany you to see the world in 2,000 years." After Marin finished speaking, he took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette for himself: "Speaking of which, do you want cigarettes, this is an old cigarette from Fort Carter, an old antique from two thousand years ago." ”

"Ah, I'm not a smoker, but you just got the cigarette case out of somewhere." Mars was a little confused.

Marin was silent for a few moments with a cigarette in his mouth, and then he flipped his hand and the case returned to his private space.

With another flip of his hand, the cigarette case returned to his hand.

There was silence between Sun Zu on a rampage, and after a long while, Marin laughed: "Quick, my child, let's finish your business quickly, and then I'm going to go to my time to buy some good things." ”

"Will there come a time when archaeologists will be worried about finding modern goods from monuments from 2,000 years ago?" Mars smiled too.

"them! Brat! Fast! Let's go! Marin quickened his pace as he began to figure out what he should buy.

Well, let's have some weapons first, take them back and let those great craftsmen reverse the drawings, and then the lathe, I don't know if you can buy any high-precision lathes here.

There are so many things to buy, Marin sighed, and for the first time he hoped that he could live a little longer in this era.

Ah, by the way, I almost forgot, when the time comes, buy a camera, take some pictures of these beautiful things, and bring them back to share with Faye, so that they can also feel the beauty of the future.

It's also me...... It's worth the trip.

Marin asked himself, and was very happy about it.

………………

The Tagerlov neighborhood in the 17th arrondissement is a very ...... Anyway, a very chaotic community, the police riot squad will only operate on the main road, full of shanty towns and bunker-like buildings, and those unfashionable gangsters are everywhere, which makes Marin very curious, so curious Marin still asked his heirs.

Only then did I learn that New Hangzhou, as the only super metropolis in this area, had only 15 districts at the beginning, and among these 15 districts, districts 1 to 3 were the administrative districts with the best public security.

In Mars's words, if a Pansian cat man were to live there, his skull, his teeth, his fingerprints, and even his two tails would be required.

Of course, this is just Mars's complaint, in fact, districts 1 to 3 are very strict places, and only the Rasmus family is eligible to live in them.

As for the family of the owner of Marin's body, in fact, they also have such power, but the house goblins are more demanding for security, and the security force at the top of that hill is enough to block any non-military attack for a week, and after a week, the private armed forces of the House family and the private factory guard of the pharmaceutical combination, which are farthest away from New Hangzhou, should also be fully assembled and kill all those bold guys.

This gave Marin a deeper understanding of the world, and it was really a giant alliance, cyberpunk, it's a pity, Marin only played 2077 in the submarine base for a short time in the end, which is really regrettable.

Districts 4 to 10 are the core areas, in these communities, the infrastructure is very complete, there are schools, supermarkets, hospitals, and even entertainment departments and large gardens, the security forces of the police department are everywhere, and if you steal a motorcycle, there may be 12 surveillance probes evaluating your skills throughout the whole process, so the safe house left by Mars's father in District 10 is also very important.

And the eleventh to fifteenth districts are ordinary districts, and it is not that the area here cannot live, but those infrastructures are more than the core districts, such as gardens, and the eleventh to fifteenth districts do not have this kind of ghost stuff full of little bourgeois's diseaseless moaning.

In these areas, factories are the most common thing.

The 16th to 20th districts, although they are also ordinary districts, are more intensively factoryized, and other than that, there are only these slums near the factory areas.

Marin and Mars met at least thirty-one lunatics who wanted to kidnap the two children in exchange for alcohol money, so Marin and Mars had to fight all the way from District 16 to District 17.

At this point, with the increase in the degree of factoryization, there are fewer slums, but the number of young gangsters on a large scale has also increased, which is a problem, but when Marin and Mars used their psionic energy to smash the first wave of gangsters who were about to move, we walked over without any provocation, and those gangsters scattered as soon as they saw Marin and Mars, there must be some contact between them.

With this exclamation, Marin and Mars stood outside Antony Beezemensky's yard, and Mars shook his legs as he put a muzzle silencer on his gun, noticing that his ancestor was fiddling with the two modified submachine guns he had obtained from the thugs.

To be honest, this thing can only be considered rubbish, unlike the 10mm pistol made of the Seiko military product in Mars's hand, it is a miracle that this kind of thing made of various parts can be fired, and it can't even shoot 20 rounds in its magazine into a 20-centimeter radius impact point at a distance of 50 meters.

"It's rubbish, Ancestor." Mars said, "You should use something a little more powerful. ”

"No, kid, this thing was a magic weapon two thousand years ago." After his ancestor finished speaking, he raised his submachine gun in one hand, he tried to shake the muzzle of the gun, and then kicked the door open, and while the female voice sang the lyrics in Rakshasa language like a bright spring light, his ancestor picked up the next sentence.

As he sang, the thugs in the yard began to get up and get shot, every firing pin action, every primer pushing the bullet, every time fire and smoke coming out of the muzzle, Mars could see that the thugs were catching the bullet with his head or chest.

He even saw the bullet turning, which was outrageous, where did this person come from with such a huge amount of spiritual energy.

The ancestor who had missed the bullet threw away the two rusty garbage, he sang the last few lyrics of the song, stretched out his hand to catch the kitchen knife thrown over, and at the same time with the other hand, the handsome young man who threw the knife on the second floor of the small building couldn't wait to break out of the window, with a face of glass slag and screams, with his perfect hairstyle to complete a textbook landing.

"Anthony Bezemensky?" Mars asked, looking at his ancestor.

"Yes, Your Excellency, it's me." Anthony Bezemensky, whose face was covered with blood, replied very eagerly: "Your Excellency, do you have anything to do with me, is there anything I need to serve, if you need a woman, no matter what it is, I can help you find it." ”

"It should be him." The Patriarch laughed and threw the fellow in front of Mars, and then he sang the last part of the song, walked over to the bastard, lifted him up, and then broke the unfortunate man's stomach with a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree spin.

It's really exciting.

Mars sighed, then pointed the gun in his hand at Anthony Bezemensky.

The latter screamed: "Your Excellency! I'm just a wasted waste! Why waste your bullets! Excellency! Excellency! Just spare me! ”

Mars thought for a moment and nodded, "You're right. ”

Anthony Bezemensky had an ecstatic smile on his face: "Yes! Excellency! You're right! I'm just a piece of shit! It's not worth your shot at me! Bullets also cost money! If you want money! I've got money in the safe on the third floor! Take it all! ”

He screamed hoarsely, causing Mars to sigh a little, what kind of creatures are human beings who will do anything to survive.

"My dear child, have you just given up your revenge?" The Ancestor turned his head to look at Mars, his face full of curiosity.

"Of course not, my ancestor." Mars stretched out his hand, and the kitchen knives on the knife rack near the window on the second floor came out of the rack on their own, and they flew behind Mars, forming a concentric circle behind Mars, and began to swing and turn like a dance.

Anthony Bezemensky was stunned for a moment: "Your Excellency? As if witnessing the demands of fate on him, the handsome young man's face was distorted, and the sweat on his forehead gushed out like uncontrollably.

Mars smiled: "Yes, you are not wrong, bullets are a waste of money. ”

Then he pulled a knife out of the knife ring, and the little leopard stabbed it into the soprano lover's abdomen.

This sword, for the poor man whom you have deceived.