Chapter 164 The World Is Paying Attention
A private building in Hubin Business District.
Heywood was cooking at home. The bruises on his face had not improved yet. There was purple liquid on the corners of his mouth, and he looked a little embarrassed.
However, he was in good spirits and felt more relaxed than ever before.
Since being driven out of the border by the Viper Gang, he has found that he sleeps well every day, no longer suffers from insomnia, has a great appetite when eating, and does not suffer from the usual stomach problems.
He thought that these days when he lost power would be difficult.
But suddenly I thought, I have wealth and freedom, my children are by my side, and I am over sixty years old, why do I still go out to fight and kill, chasing territory and status?
With this thought, he felt that his current life was so great that he might as well live in the inner city from now on and never return to the border.
"Grandpa~" The young grandson ran over and hugged Heywood's leg, raised his head and asked in a sweet voice, "When will we eat?"
Heywood said kindly: "Grandpa will prepare the meal soon. You can watch TV first."
He picked up the remote control and helped his grandson turn on the TV.
News shows still air about Moonlight Towers.
In the past few days, the entire Crescent City and even the entire human territory have been paying attention to the Xinghai Cinema hostage incident, and Heywood is no exception.
But he didn't want his grandson to see those cruel scenes, so he was going to change the channel to an animation channel.
Before he pressed the channel change button, Heywood suddenly noticed that the figure focused on the news screen looked very familiar.
His eyes opened wider and wider, and he couldn't help but call out: "Tank. Tank! Come and see this!"
Tank walked out of the room on crutches, followed Heywood's gaze to the TV screen, and was also stunned there.
Heywood looked at the screen blankly and said to himself: "Why do you have to do everything with you?"
Houses for rent in Ruosen Street, Rusty Wall District.
Sumer's home was in a mess. Tables, chairs and furniture were piled near the doors and windows for reinforcement. There were many glass fragments scattered on the ground. It was obvious that they had been attacked by thugs before.
McCarter was lying on the quilt on the floor with his eyes closed and concentrating. KK was beside him, applying an ice pack to the injury on his head to take better care of him.
Dongdong was carrying a baseball bat, sitting with his legs crossed on the chair closest to the door and window, blowing bubble gum in his mouth, and there was a lot of blood and stains on his body, all left by the thugs.
Previously, there were five waves of people who wanted to break into the house and smash up the house. There were more than thirty thugs in total, but she beat them all until they were running away.
There is now a massive power outage in the Rusty Wall District. There is only a small backup generator at home, which can only power basic furniture. The experimental machine cannot be started, and the future will come out of the basement.
She sat in front of the TV, switching channels out of boredom, and found that every TV station was broadcasting the same news program.
She yawned, shrugged and said, "It's boring without experiments, so I'd better go play with mice."
Just as she was about to turn off the TV, the screen focused on a young man outside the Moonlight Building.
She accidentally glanced over and was stunned for a moment, her panda eyes widened: "Hey, did I read that right?!"
KK turned back: "What's wrong?"
Future rubbed his eyes and pointed to the screen: "Hey, it seems to be true! Look, you guys, the boss is on TV!"
KK came to the screen and opened his mouth in shock: "Brother? Why are you there?!"
Single apartment in high-tech park.
The cozy cabin is simply decorated, and the chubby cats that have been fed live happily here. Some take a nap on the cat climbing frame, some show off their food next to the cat bowl, and some are energetic and chase each other to play.
After taking a bath, Nuobai walked into the living room in his pajamas, his long wet white hair wrapped in a bath towel.
She sat on the sofa, took out the hair dryer and started blowing her hair.
One big orange was naughty and liked to sneak into corners. It squeezed into the gap of the locker and found a long object in front of it, so it scratched it with its paws.
"Dang." The thing slipped to the ground, and the black sheath fell off, revealing a small section of the sharp blade.
Judging from the dust accumulated on the scabbard, the owner of the knife had not touched it for a long time.
Nuobai walked up to Daju, flicked its nose, put away the Tang Dao and put it back in the locker.
Daju stuck to Nobai's side, rubbing his face on her slender and white ankles, making a purring sound.
Nuobai picked up Daju, took out a cat strip, and turned on the TV while feeding the cat.
When she saw the familiar figure on the TV, she froze.
The big orange on the leg meowed anxiously, urging the owner to squeeze the cat strip quickly.
Nuobai put the big orange aside, walked quickly to the TV, and stared at the man blankly.
She stretched out her hand and put it on the screen, her fingertips gently caressing her old friend's body.
Huxinzhou Manor.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room of the villa reveal the shimmering light of the lake, and the moonlight washes over the lake, making the room look like a dreamlike world.
Melodious classical music came from the record player, the keys sounded softly, and accompanied by the soothing playing of the violin, it seemed to be leading the moonlight to dance.
A tall, handsome man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. He was wearing a simple and exquisite shirt and a tie with a double helix pattern.
The man held the mobile phone with a brisk smile on his face: "Good evening, Secretary Wang, I haven't contacted you for a long time. Oh, how come such a trivial matter in Crescent City has reached the ears of the directors at the headquarters?"
"Hahaha, it's nothing. It's just that the young man from Crow's Nest lost his temper a little when he saw that he was about to lose the game. That's all."
"Okay, okay, I understand what the headquarters means. It's really time to tighten your skin. Please take your time and say hello to the directors on my behalf."
The man waited for the other party to hang up the phone, then put down his phone and went to the record player to turn up the volume.
He hummed to the rhythm of classical music, walked elegantly to the wine cellar in the living room, and took out a bottle of special red wine. The clear wine in the bottle was as crystal clear as blood ruby.
He poured the red wine into the decanter, waited for the liquid that had been sleeping for decades to exude the most mellow flavor, and turned on the TV.
Looking at the young man standing in front of the Moonlight Building on the screen, the man said with interest: "Oh? Has anyone come forward?"
He snapped his fingers: "Zhezi No. 1."
A voice full of mechanical rhythm sounded from the ceiling of the living room: "Hello, Vice President Zhao Yiming, Hezi No. 1 is at your service."
Zhao Yiming said lazily: "This person on TV, help me check his information."
Almost instantly, a mechanical voice replied: "Based on the identified physical information, I compared it with the Public Security Bureau's citizen database for you."
"This person's name is Su Mo, a border citizen of Crescent City. He registered a small company called Edge Technology with the Commerce Bureau on August 29 this year."
Hezi No. 1 recounted the information about Su Mo and played the relevant holographic projection in the living room.
From Su Mo’s personal height, weight, age and other physical signs, to Edge Technology’s business scope, member structure, and even business income, expenses, profits and other private information that have not yet been publicly disclosed, all are available at a glance.
Hezi No. 1: "Based on comprehensive information comparison from other channels, it can be confirmed that the target is a Crescent City mercenary and possesses a crazy blood code. It is currently judged that the blood code level is high-level awakening, and he has dealings with the middlemen Odiana and Dres. close."
Zhao Yiming poured red wine into the glass and shook it gently: "It is indeed a good idea to hire mercenaries to handle it. This acting speaker is a smart person."
He bowed to the TV screen and smiled with interest: "Start your performance, young man."
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