Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 1168

One night passed.

The entire rebel army was in a panic.

Mark successfully returned with a group of federal officers, which surprised the entire rebel army.

I didn't expect Mark's strength to be so terrifying.

Originally, their expectation was that Mark would be enough to kill a few people.It would be even better if the officer could be killed.

But he never expected that Mark would directly take the blame for other people's senior management.It's okay now, at least I have to wait for a few more days.

Without the command of officers, the war cannot be fought at all, and it is a mess, hoping to have much combat effectiveness.

A random charge will destroy the entire army in the shortest possible time.

If the rebels had doubts about Mark before, they no longer had any doubts at all.

Mark has proven everything with his actual actions.

One officer might be a show, but sacrificing so many officers just to wipe out these rotten fish and shrimps?The rebels themselves didn't believe it.

Since when can the Federation make these important officers expendable?

Even though testing machines are important, they are definitely not important to this extent.The Federation itself now has a lot of experimental machines that can be sent to the battlefield for experiments at any time. There will be no shortage of data at all, so there is no need to waste time here.

The city is still operating as usual. The arrival of the rebel army only replaced the city's original manager.

For those ordinary people, it doesn't matter who comes, they all have to eat and live.

Mark received a large bonus and found a decent restaurant to have a meal by himself.

But it was precisely because of such a meal that Mark felt that living in this city was hard and not easy.

Even though they knew there were armed rebels outside, they still chose to continue working and risking their lives just to make money.

The waiter said that his hourly salary is only about 100, but a meal in this ordinary restaurant costs more than [-].

Mark could swear that he didn't eat much, just an average amount.

Mark understood at this time that these people were willing to go to work simply because of the pressure of life.

Even if it only costs half the money to make your own food, it is not an easy task for people who need to be satisfied with three meals a day.

Return to the Rebel Tower.

A luxury car was parked downstairs of the building. Mark was sure that there was no such car here when he left.

The reason why it was judged to be a luxury car was entirely because of the heavy model and the bodyguards surrounding it.

If this wasn't a luxury car driven by a rich or powerful person, Mark would have dared to write his name upside down.

As soon as Mark was about to enter the building, he was stopped by several bodyguard-like guys.

"No entry is allowed here!" the bodyguard said to Mark.

Several memory fragments flashed through Mark's mind, including luxury cars, beauties, banquets, parties, and melees.

"Get away!" Mark said to the bodyguard.

The bodyguards seemed to think that Mark was provoking them, and one by one they took out their guns.

Mark held his forehead, resisting the nauseating feeling, and looked at these guys who took out their guns.

Invisible waves of shock swept around, and just like the previous officers, no matter how hard these bodyguards struggled, their bodies seemed not to belong to them.

But this time was different from before. Mark felt that his brain might explode at any time, and the psychic energy he controlled increased a bit.

Then clusters of blood flowers appeared all around!

The glass of the building did not survive the damage, and eventually broke under the pressure of Mark's psychic energy.

The surrounding passers-by had already evacuated as soon as the conflict started, and now only a pile of corpses were left here.

In the building, the story of the attack on the convoy was quickly revealed.

The old man sitting in the conference hall was talking to the middle-aged man from the rebel army.

"It seems that an uninvited guest is here!" the old man said as he stood up.

The middle-aged man stood up and asked, "What's going on?"

Now is a very important time. At this time, there are still people rushing to cause trouble on their own territory. I really feel that I am not dying fast enough!

Several subordinates immediately went to ask what was going on.

But when they came back, they all had bitter looks on their faces.

"What's going on?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at his subordinates who had returned.

"It's Mark! He killed all the bodyguards. Now down there, no one can get close to him. There seems to be another protective shield around his body," the subordinate said.

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, Mork. What's going on?"

"Angus, I can assure you that this is all in our plan. The officers we captured yesterday were caught by this man who is making trouble downstairs now. He is a person with great potential. , with all due respect, those bodyguards you died are not worth mentioning at all. As long as we can use it reasonably, we can do many things we have never imagined!" said the middle-aged man, Mock, the leader of the rebel army.

Angus also began to have a strong curiosity about Mark's mysterious and unpredictable past.

The original murderous intention disappeared.

Angus said to Mock: "Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer today."

"Your wait is definitely worth it," Mok said confidently.

"I hope so!" Angus kicked Erlang's legs and lay back, directly lying on the leather sofa.

After more than ten minutes, Mark's violent state gradually calmed down.

Many memories have been integrated into Mark's mind, but these memories are really a bit confusing.

Fragmented memories must be sorted out by the person concerned. Mark is currently involved in this process. At the same time, he is also digesting the information brought to him by these memories.

For example, I was once a rich man, so rich that I could rival other countries. Even some small countries were not as rich as me!

What's more, I am not alone at all. I have a very happy and happy family, and even my own children, two daughters.

But the only thing I can't remember is their names or where they are!

"Damn it! Can't you recall more things?" Mark punched the floor directly, and a clear hole was made in the floor.

The psychic rampage subsided, and the surrounding rebel soldiers dared to approach here to clean up.

Mork, Jerry, and Angus slowly approached here. Mark raised his head and looked at the three people walking on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Angus looked at Mark as if he had found a treasure, his eyes full of enthusiasm.

Mark was a little creeped out by that look. The guy's look was really uncomfortable.

"Sure enough... those losers in the south have been looking for this powerful warrior, and this powerful warrior is actually right in front of me! Hahaha! That's great, it's really a blessing from God!" Angus said excitedly.

He didn't care at all about the deaths of his men. He could hire another batch of hired bodyguards like this at any time, but the Mark in front of him was different. This was a talent that was rare to find.

As a federal senator and a nobleman, Angus knew many unknown things.

The Mark in front of him is part of that unknown thing.

"Mark, right? Are you willing to join my command?" Angus took the initiative to extend an olive branch. He didn't care about the two rebels next to him.

Although the faces of the two people were also quite ugly, and they really didn't want Mark to join, they were also restricted by others and couldn't say it.

If they speak out, the resources available to them will be gone.

"Who are you? Why do you want me to join you?" Mark looked at the arrogant man in front of him with a little disgust unconsciously.

This kind of self-righteous guy is the most annoying!

"I am Angus Mengsk, a senator of the Federation, and I am also the behind-the-scenes supporter of the rebellion." Angus does not think that the Federation has the strength now to release such a perfect warrior just to assassinate him. .

If there really is a federation, it is estimated that it will be kept there like a treasure. Being able to effectively control this special energy and achieve its purpose is not something that ordinary people can do.

Angus wants to recruit this warrior as much as possible and show off all his advantages in order to attract Mark.

"A senator from the Federation? He is actually the backend supporter of the rebel army? It's really funny! But what does this have to do with me?"

Mark, who has awakened part of his memory, is no longer the poor little man who lost his memory before.

The way and ideas of thinking about problems have also moved closer to the past.

Even if he is a federal senator or a behind-the-scenes supporter of the rebel army, what does that have to do with him?

None of these so-called conditions can impress me.

Even if the Federation personally offers an olive branch, Mark has to think about it for a while.

"Don't you understand that as long as you follow me, your abilities can be greatly developed, and you can get whatever you want!"

"The price is that I become your tool weapon and achieve the results you want. Isn't that right?" After Mark finished speaking, he sneered, and the arc in that smile couldn't be more obvious.

Mork and Jerry consciously controlled themselves and tried not to laugh out loud.

Unexpectedly, Angus, who had personally invited someone to take the initiative, would be rejected.

Angus is also an old fox. He is not sad because of Mark's rejection. On the contrary, he has regarded Mark as his prey.

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