Half ringing.

Mark looked at Thomas Pentagram, who was not speaking, and nodded with a look of relief: "Very good, it seems that you are also very satisfied with the name, so you decided so happily." ”

Behind her, Lylith stopped talking.

Cerberus trembled in his arms.

The eyes of Thomas Pentagram on the table are constantly refreshing.

At last.

Thomas Pentagram lit up and said, "Thank you, sir." ”

Mark continues to be relieved.

Look.

It's not as featureless as Kate said.

Lylith was also relieved at the moment.

There is a little joy that is lost.

Fortunately, her name was Julia, and she was chosen in advance.

What if Mark is here?

Mary?

Aini?

Angel baby?

This kind of name that sounds like **** is probably on the head.

That's a lifetime of shame.

Lylise had palpitations.

Half ringing.

Buzz.

The lights that had just dimmed were back on.

"Take over the defenses."

"Take over the weapons control system."

"Take over the surveillance system."

"Take over the authentication system."

"Access to ...... in the network"

"Access to the CIA database."

"Access to the FBI database."

“……”

Mark held a Bourbon in his hand and looked at the surveillance footage displayed on the screen in front of him.

Thirty divided screens cover all sides of the manor and even the docks, and there are no dead ends.

Even a bird perched on a branch on the other side of the pier could clearly see a few feathers.

"Start testing the thermal imaging system."

“…… Thermal imaging system start-up ...... The system is functioning normally. ”

"Activate the facial recognition surveillance system."

"Facial recognition surveillance system activated...... The system is functioning normally. ”

"Start the early warning system, start the fence electricity"

"The early warning system is activated, and the fence is opened...... The system is running fine. ”

Mark nodded.

Then he looked at the bird that was still lying on the branch and touched his chin.

Subsequently!

"Testing the weapon defense system."

"Weapon system in ...... in motion"

With the voice of Thomas Pentagram, who is fully connected to the efficient network system of the manor, fell.

Boom!

Lelith, who was standing next to her, looked at the corner that suddenly protruded from the ground of the backyard racetrack and said, "When was this installed?" ”

"Pretend to be fast while you're in school." Mark said with an eyebrow raised and a smile.

Lylise was speechless.

A gunshot rang out in the footage.

After the flick of the fire in that raised corner.

Not to mention the bird, even the branch on which the bird was standing was directly exploded by a large-caliber bullet.

Mark smiled.

He was very satisfied with the result.

It was not in vain that he spent digging pits and wires to grow these weapons.

"My lord, do you need to test the anti-aircraft missile defense system?"

“…… Not at the moment. ”

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Mark finished saying this, Thomas Pentagram silently transmitted the signal to make the anti-aircraft missiles on the roof that had raised their heads again.

Don't know why?

Thomas Pentagram always felt like he wanted to shoot something......

After testing the system and walking back out of the basement.

Mark finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stood in the shade of the backyard racetrack with a glass of wine in his face.

In this backyard alone, Mark dug holes and buried more than 200 intelligent weapons that could be controlled by Toms.

As for how it was buried?

Don't ask.

Ask and it blossoms.

All in all.

The manor, which had been renovated and arranged by Mark, could have been kept at bay by an elite force.

Besides.

If only we could break through that line of defense.

Vertigo and bumblebees are always on standby......

The high walls and the power grid are enough to keep 90 percent out of the prying eyes.

As for the other ten percent?

That can't be helped.

There are always people who like to kill themselves.

The next day.

Mark silently watched as the Long Island Police Department lifted a body from the right side of his wall.

Look.

There is everyone in the world.

There are naturally not a few people who want money or fame.

Mark withdrew his gaze from the body bag and looked at the Long Island Police Department Sergeant standing in front of him, and asked lightly, "Who is he?" ”

The bearded, about forty-something, cowboy hat sheriff shook his head, smiled, and said, "Brooke Burt, a reporter at a lace newspaper, always fantasizes about one day digging up big news. ”

Mark didn't have any expression on his face.

He didn't show any guilt or guilt.

No matter how much you stop a man from doing death, he cannot stop it.

He is not a saint.

Of course.

Not much of a villain.

The reporter came in the night before yesterday because he had climbed over the wall for news.

Mark threw him out without saying a word.

And he also told him that the power grid would be activated tomorrow.

Who knows......

There was a pause.

Mark looked at the stretcher being carried into the car and said to the Long Island Sheriff, "Sheriff, I have filed with the municipal government for the erection of the fence and the power grid, and at the same time set up conspicuous warning signs as required, I hope all this will not cause me any legal problems." ”

"Of course, Director Louis."

Sheriff Nagashima nodded and said in a deep voice, "We will do things according to the rules." ”

After learning Mark's identity.

Sheriff Long Island has no problems at all.

After all!

The identity of a high-ranking federal official is here.

Don't say it's electrocuted.

Even if the journalist was shot and killed indiscriminately, it was not unjust at all.

Mark finally shook hands with Sheriff Long Island and said, "Sheriff, specific information about me is best not to mention that I live here if it is not necessary. ”

Sheriff Long Island had an expression on his face that I understood.

Half ringing.

Mark returned to the living room on the first floor, sat on the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows, looked up and said, "Toms." ”

"Yes, sir."

"The next time there is such a thing, just release the paralyzing electric current first, and if you can't die, don't die."

“…… Got it. ”

"Did you find that Brooke Burt information?"

"Yes."

The words fell.

Mark stared at the details projected directly into mid-air.

Mark was going to do something.

But now?

Boy.

Apparently, the Burt journalist had broken into private homes over the wall more than once.

There are rich people or celebrities living on Long Island, and one of them is counted as one, and they have all been taken care of by this Burt reporter.

It's just that the harvest is very small, and almost as soon as I enter, I am caught.

After all.

This is Long Island, not Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills' lace news changes a hot spot in ten seconds.

Here on Long Island?

At best, it's the rich New Yorkers who get together today to play golf.

Even if the news of those celebrities broke out, it was all about which celebrities invested in what industries or other things.

The most important point.

When Mark uses his authority to unseal his juvenile file.

The barrage of petty theft records came into view.

Shook his head.

Mark closed the file directly.

This kind of person.

There's no need to waste expressions......