Chapter 675 The Road Is Narrow (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Oh, the fried chicken is still delicious!"

In the McDonald's store, next to the window seat, a girl with a round head was holding a chicken leg in one hand and a Big Mac burger in the other, eating happily.

Occasionally

She would lower her head and take a long sip of Coke with ice cubes in it.

Like a next-generation beast—the melon-seed hamster.

Looking at the girl devouring the food, the freckled young man was dumbfounded.

he doesn't know

Why does an ordinary fried chicken burger look so delicious at this moment?

Perhaps he was emotionally infected, he picked up the Sprite and took a sip, then

Continue to observe the Syndora stock chart.

"Oh, tepid."

The freckled boy said depressedly:

"Why should I buy their company's stocks?"

"There have been no new inventions for many years."

"Hmm, yes!"

The girl, with her cheeks bulging and her mouth full, struggled to swallow the food in her mouth and said:

"For so many years, Sindora Company has been secretly developing a software, and it has been successfully developed!"

"What software?"

It was about his own net worth, and the freckled boy immediately pricked up his ears.

"Anyway, you are also a shareholder of Sindora Company. You have the right to know, so there is no harm in telling you."

The girl held the ice cream and said:

"I heard that it is a DNA tracking system that can trace human ancestors through skin and blood data."

Sakaki raised his eyebrows, and Kidd thought of a possibility at the same time.

".Isn't this tasteless?"

The freckled boy didn't take it seriously and didn't realize the market brought about by the DNA tracking system:

"A software like this is roughly as effective as a paternity test."

"Now that paternity testing technology is very mature, developing a DNA tracking system is of no use!"

"But it can explore people's ancestral information!"

"What's the use of knowing this?"

"It's very useful."

Putting down the crispy ice cream cone and French fries, Sakaki said with a serious face:

"Once the DNA tracking system comes out, the abducted children in the world and the people in the grassland above their heads can be saved or destroyed."

"The general population does not have access to the DNA tracking system. Just like what you said, Gamil, who cares whether their ancestor is an emperor?"

"So what if I know?"

"The real value of the DNA tracking system is to serve special groups."

He is completely used to it now.

There are often technological products that are out of step with the times.

No fuss required.

Just a DNA tracking system

At best, it can be regarded as a cross-generational invention.

The sudden emergence of DNA tracking systems

Um.

Could this be the system developed by the Hughes family for Renya Karasuma?

Once Renye Karasuma is resurrected with the help of drug A, he will definitely appear in a different identity. After all, no one believes that humans can live for a century and a half.

This is against the laws of biology!

Perhaps with the development of science and technology in the future, human life span can be greatly improved.

But it shouldn’t be now, let alone opening the forbidden Pandora’s box of resurrecting the dead!

"So say"

The freckled boy's eyes gradually lit up:

"Is there a chance that Syndora's stock will rise?"

"certainly."

Raising her head, the girl hummed twice and said proudly:

"It was you who picked up the big leak!"

"If it weren't for your teacher's sake, we wouldn't be selling shares at this juncture!"

Although the shareholding is not large

The freckled boy was also satisfied.

He just hopes that he won't lose money. It doesn't really matter whether he makes money or not.

Sakaki's lunch was very simple. He ate too much in the morning, so he wasn't hungry at all. French fries and ice cream, one cold and one hot, it was like a world of ice and fire, very exciting.

The soft milk ice cream melts on the hot French fries sprinkled with fine salt, exuding a strong milky fragrance, which is sweet and refreshing in the mouth, making people want to stop eating.

'Sure enough, milk ice cream and French fries are the best pairing.'

Sakaki thought.

He turned to look out the window, looking at the tall buildings. Before he could appreciate the buildings, he saw...

The Harley 883 parked next to the black Mercedes-Benz disappeared.

Um?

Rubbing his eyes, Sakaki thought he was dazzled and looked again.

Still not.

The parking space where the motorcycle was supposed to be parked was empty.

With a gloomy face, Sakaki stood up.

"What's wrong?"

After finishing his burger, Kidd asked casually:

"Let's rest for a while."

"The car was stolen."

"What?!"

Kidd, Gammel, and Liz were stunned, and quickly turned around to look.

"Nani?!"

“Where’s the motorcycle?!”

In desperation, Kidd said furiously:

"The blind thief stole from their ancestors!"

"Brother Kidd"

Lifting up his backpack, Sakaki grinned:

"You guys wait in the restaurant, I'll be right back"

Sakaki is a person who hates trouble.

If the Remington M870 was stolen, he would most likely not take the initiative to look for it, thus saving time.

Time can be exchanged for money, but money cannot buy time.

but.

In some cases, sacrificing the present time is for the memories of the past.

Before leaving, Miss Miyano's instructions seemed to be in his ears, asking him to take good care of Harley 883.

Now the motorcycle has been stolen.

Sakaki smiled happily, as if from the bottom of his heart, except...

That cold and piercing look makes people shudder.

After walking out of the restaurant, Sakaki came to the parking lot, looked around and found that there were no cameras here.

The alley entrance not far from the parking lot

Instead, there were a few gangsters squatting smoking.

Their position gave them a clear view of the scene in the parking lot, making them the best witnesses.

"A few."

Carrying a tennis bag on one shoulder, Sakaki walked up to them, smiled and pointed back:

"Did you see that the Harley 883 parked there just now was stolen by someone?"

The gangsters smoked hemp cigarettes, measured Sakaki Cheng up and down, and stretched out a hand:

"A question costs 100 meters."

Information fees.

Sakaki was rarely generous, so he took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it over:

"Who stole the motorcycle?"

"A couple of punks from Boston's South Side."

"After they stole the car, where did they sell it?"

"100."

Another bill was handed over.

"have no idea."

"I don't know if there is a charge?"

"Dude."

The gangster laughed maliciously:

"A question of 100, whether I know it or not, is considered an answer, isn't it?"

"really."

Sakaki's smile did not diminish and he leaned down:

"But it's wrong of you to lie to me."

"When doing business, you should pay attention to integrity."

Stretching out his hand, Sakaki took off the hemp cigarette from the gangster's mouth, threw it to the ground, and twirled his toes:

"I don't like people who have no credibility."

After the hemp smoke was taken away, the gangster's face suddenly turned gloomy. They looked around and found that Sakaki was alone.

I became bolder.

"The cigarette just now is the last one I have in stock."

The gangsters surrounded Sakaki Cheng in the middle, built a human wall, and each took out their daggers:

"How are you going to compensate me?"