Six o'clock in the morning the next day....

"Buzz~" A black streamer galloped from the Hujing Expressway, and in the blink of an eye, the streamer had passed through the speed monitoring. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info can only see clearly when the monitoring is slowed down by 300 times, this is a cool motorcycle with soft lines and black body, and the person driving this car is Mo Qingluo who is wearing a sweatshirt.

The reset system has passed on all the roadmaps of the earth to him. Therefore, he will walk from Shennongjia to Hujing Expressway with ease.

He walked up to Hujing at one o'clock in the middle of the night, and it took five hours to cross half of China....

Before the sun rises, the hutongs of Kyoto are already filled with lively sounds.

"Donkey rolling, freshly baked donkey rolling."

"Dog ignores buns, hey, big brother, do you want to buy a few to try?"

"Boss, help me get two dogs to ignore the buns."

Mo Qingluo put his hands in his pockets, strolled through the alleys with his hat on, listening to the hawkers on both sides, and smelling the fragrance that stimulated the desire for food, Mo Qingluo couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The last time he heard these cries in Gamma Star was seven years ago, and listening to the cries ringing in his ears, Mo Qingluo couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart. Seven years of interstellar defense had made him forget the taste of food other than the dull nutrient solution. Seven years of fighting made him tremble day and night. Before going to bed, only holding the sniper rifle in his arms gave him a sense of security.

In this world without war, Mo Qingluo is even a little unaccustomed to it.

He parked outside a steamed bun shop, looked at the steamer emitting misty white smoke, and couldn't help but swallow. He raised his head and looked at the boss and said, "Boss, help me get twenty meat buns." ”

"Holo." The boss opened the steamer slowly, took out twenty meat buns from it and put them in a plastic bag, picked up a cup of soy milk from the side and put it in it, and then handed it to Mo Qingluo and said: "Little brother, our store has rules, open the first business to send soy milk, and this soy milk will be given to you." ”

Mo Qingluo put the hundred-yuan bill on the table, picked up his pocket and turned around to leave.

"It can't be fake money, right?" The boss picked up the 100-yuan bill and checked the authenticity, and found that it was a genuine banknote. A look of joy appeared on his face: "There are so many local tyrants these years. ”

Mo Qingluo found a stone pier in the alley to sit on, he was not too hot, took out the hot bun and began to gobble it up.

Maybe it was because the bun tasted better or he had never eaten it before, so it only took him three minutes to eat all twenty buns and a serving of soy milk, he decomposed the plastic bag in his hand into the nano combat suit, and then raised his head and looked around, and only then did he ask, "Mentor, I have arrived in Kyoto." What should I do now? ”

[It is better to control politics than to control the source of force.] So, the first goal: to control the head of the 1st Military District in Kyoto, you should know what to do. 】

"A general who controls a legion?" A cold glint flashed in Mo Qingluo's eyes, and then he stood up and said, "I know what to do." ”

Both aliens and earthlings have a common weakness. They care about their loved ones, especially their own flesh and blood, and they do everything they can!

Therefore, if Mo Qingluo wants to control the head of the First Military Region, he must first kidnap his relatives.

The first thing to do before kidnapping is to gather information. Although the reset system knows this information, it just doesn't say anything. Mo Qingluo didn't ask, and planned to go directly to the black market to buy information.

There are a total of six black markets in Kyoto, four of which are located in the four cities of the south, east, and west, and two in the central area of Kyoto. Now Mo Qingluo is located in Xicheng, so he plans to find the black market in Xicheng to buy information.

What is the black market? The black market is a political, unorganized market, and most of the people who do it are illegal and undisciplined, as long as you have money, you can buy anything you want in the black market, and guns are all pediatrics in it. Although the black market buildings are sparsely populated and unregulated, they are always full, and occasionally some executives go in and buy what they want.

Of course, although there are occasional high-ranking officials who will go in, you may not necessarily know them. For the sake of security and confidentiality, everyone who enters the black market must wear a ghost mask.

Mo Qingluo followed the map in his mind, under a club, and found the black market. This black market is built on the basement level of the club, and there are more than a dozen strong men with guns at the door, which shows how well defended it is.

Mo Qingluo had already digested all the information in his mind, and he also knew the rules for entering the black market, so he picked up a white ghost mask from the shelf and walked straight in, and no one stopped him.

The basement floor is very large, more than 700 square meters. There are many shops selling guns, materials, people, etc., and there are countless pedestrians wearing ghost masks on the road.

Mo Qingluo wandered around the black market and finally stopped in front of a shop. He looked back at the 'best gossip,' and a smile crossed his face as he stepped into the shop.

Rather than make him believe the information provided by the reset system, he prefers to believe these so-called grapevines.

As soon as Mo Qingluo walked into the store, a rough man in his forties with a long scar on his neck walked out and hurriedly responded: "Little brother, welcome to our store." ”

Mo Qingluo's left hand in his pocket was slightly pinched, and the nanometer began to split, forming more than 10,000 yuan in his hand. He reached out and took out a stack of renminbi in his bag, lined them up on the table, and then said: "Help me find out where the son of the head of the First Military Region is now, and how many people are around to defend him." ”

Hearing the words of the head of the First Military Region, the boss almost didn't jump. The First Military Region of the Imperial Capital is the largest military region in North China! This lord wants to find trouble with the son of the head of the first military region, isn't this looking for death? The boss looked at the RMB on the table and replied with a solemn face: "Guest, it's not that I don't want to do this deal." It's that I can't do it at all, the head of the First Military Region is a ruthless character, you should know it. If he had known that I had sold his son, I would have to peel off my skin, even if I didn't die. ”

Hearing this, Mo Qingluo covered the boss's mouth and dragged him into a room inside.

In the room, Mo Qingluo held a pistol in his hand and pointed it at the position of the boss's temple, and the boss half-knelt on the ground and swallowed his saliva and said, "Guest, if you have something to say, don't use a knife or a gun." ”

Mo Qingluo's eyebrows soothed, he opened the safety of the gun with his thumb, and then said in a calm tone: "Either help me find this news, or the bullet will enter your head, and you can choose one yourself." ”