He came to the moon with a tractor

The door of the Red Pavilion was wide open.

Looks like business is sluggish.

Olan looked at it twice, "Is this... closed down?"

The bodyguard behind him replied, "I heard that there is a robot lover inside that has malfunctioned and kills anyone who sees it, so the business has deteriorated."

"Wow." Olan was surprised, "So crazy?"

He went in along the corridor, passed through the dark red screens, and saw the strangely dressed man sitting on the ground, pitifully counting the coins in his hand.

"Hey, are you the boss?"

The man raised his head, and the leather skirt on his body was pulled out several layers of folds. He seemed to have just cried, and his face was covered with makeup from crying, "Well, it's me, what's wrong."

Olan was a little puzzled, "I've been here once before, the boss doesn't look like you..."

The man said viciously, "Because of the makeup!"

Oran laughed, "Well, I came here to find someone, and I just killed that robot randomly." He expressed his intention, "I'm just curious, why you can still stay here after killing someone, why didn't you call the police?"

The boss stuffed the star coins into the pocket of his skirt, "Did you not read the notice when you came in?! As long as you enter this door, you have to be responsible for your life or death! Why call the police?! I wish I could go bankrupt?!"

He wiped away his tears, "Are you looking for Les, he already has a guest today, and he will probably die in a while, just wait a moment."

Olan shook his head lightly, "I'm a good man, I have to save his life."

Still that room.

The boss took him there and left, his back in a hurry, as if he was running away.

Olan knocked on the door and said very politely, "Les, a guest has come."

No response.

There was a lot of noise inside the door.

He tapped twice more, "My name is Oran, I'm here..." He thought for a while, and finally found a more reliable word, "I'm here to redeem you."

There was finally a sound inside the door.

It's just that it wasn't a little boy who opened the door, but a very familiar face.

"Dongkui?" Oran frowned, "Why are you here?"

Dongkui sneered, "If I didn't come today, I wouldn't be able to hear your words that make my back tingle."

Oran was upset, "What's the matter, I'm here to redeem myself, what's wrong?"

"What do you think this is? An ancient brothel? You must be out of your mind." Dong Kui was not polite.

Oran was even more impolite, and directly ordered the dozen or so bodyguards following behind, "Get him!"

Dongkui smiled, "What are you doing? An older baby, and you bring a bunch of nannies with you when you go out. Are you unable to take care of yourself?"

Oran couldn't hold back his anger anymore, "I wanted to give Kos a face! How dare you talk to me like that! I'll kill you today!"

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

At this time.

A voice came from behind Dongkui, "If you want to fight somewhere else, don't hinder me."

Oran didn't take it seriously, but Dongkui put away the knife. He turned around and said in a polite tone, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhen, if you pick something up, just ignore it."

He was about to close the door.

Olan's eyes lit up, and he stopped shooting at him. He pushed the door open and squeezed in, "Master Zhen?"

Zhen is really boring.

He was sitting on a chair, and the boy named Les was standing in front of him, honestly, he didn't look like a murderer at all, and he was stretching out his arms for Zhen Mojing to dismantle.

A smile instantly appeared on Olan's face, "So you are Master Zhen! I heard that your cloning technique is very good."

Zhen Mojin glanced at him, "Who did you hear that from? Rumor has it that I'm the only one who makes electrical appliances. What do you know about cloning?"

Dongkui grabbed Olan who was about to get closer, "Hey, hey, what are you doing, didn't you see Brother Zhen is busy. What's the matter with you? Don't bother us if you have nothing to do."

"Go away." Olan beckoned to the bodyguards, "Hurry up, bring the meeting gift!"

Two men in black squeezed in, carried a small box and put it on the ground.

Aolan Chongzhen blinked boringly, "I heard that scientific research experts are all interested in new energy. This is a gift my dad received when he made a deal with a genetic company before. Let's treat it as an appetizer."

He lowered his voice, "When you become my personal mechanic in the future, there will be more than enough food for you to eat."

Zhen Mojin looked at him, "You're quite straightforward."

"Ham, I know your time is limited, so you have to clarify your purpose first. Although I usually look like I don't do anything, I actually cherish my talents and want to make our Hongcheng's cloning industry flourish! If you can come out Force..."

Dong Kui interrupted him, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhen has been busy recently, so I can't help you."

Oran ignored him and began to smear him, "This man is a professional scammer. He opened a broken bar, which will not bring you any benefits, but will drag you down. I am different! My dad is the boss of the consortium! I can get you anything you want!"

Zhen Meijin stared at him for a while, "The boss of the consortium? So you are the youngest son he hid in the top floor."

Olan looked sincere, "What is hiding, it's just surveillance, just for fear that I will cause trouble." He said with a smile, "Do you want to think about it?"

Zhen Mojin looked away, and continued with the work in hand, "Tell me first, what do you want me for?"

Olan glanced at Dongkui, hesitated and said nothing.

Zhen Meijin: "Everyone else go out."

Dong Kui didn't move, "I'm still here to protect your safety..."

"Do you need your protection? Get out." Zhen Meijin's tone was quite crazy and awesome.

Dong Kuipi smiled, "Okay."

Zhen Meijin feels secretly refreshed.

He continued to hold it, "You can talk."

"Actually, I hope you can help me create a clone." Oran went straight to the point, "The more real the better, not only the appearance, but also the temper, hobbies, personality, and way of speaking. and catchphrases..."

Zhen Meijin thought for a while, "Of course it can be made." He pointed to Les in front of him, "Like this, it is my most successful work. On the one hand, it is because his Primarch is very cooperative, and all aspects of information are available. On the one hand, he has been actively providing genetic samples. So it is much more convenient to create, and the success rate is also high." He looked at Oran, "The person you want to clone must also cooperate in this way."

Oran frowned and thought for a while, "That is to say, as long as there are genetic samples and all the data of his body?"

"En." Zhen Mojin replied indifferently.

Alan was a little anxious and flustered, and walked around the room two or three times, "...I'll think of a way! When I get it, can you help me? You can give me any reward!"

Zhen Mojin pretended to be thinking, and finally nodded reluctantly for 3 minutes.

After setting a time to meet again, Oran left.

Dong Kui watched him go before turning back, leaning against the door frame to look at Zhen boredly, and said slowly, "Who just told me to get out."

Zhen Meijin, who was still maintaining an arrogant attitude, immediately changed his attitude, bent over and apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Dong, I was wrong, I just want to make the play more realistic, your lord has a lot... .”

Dong Kui snorted coldly, and the knife in his hand crackled and flashed several times.

Olig's heart was very heavy at this time.

The clues are gone, the clones are gone, and I have called Xiao A 23 times but still can't get in touch.

He was sitting in the car with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Just when he was getting restless, Kou Si's phone call came suddenly.

"I just heard Dou Mijia talk about the situation, are you all right?"

Olig was furious, "It's all right?! I don't look like I'm all right?! What's going on with that Doumiga?! Why is he still helping someone to run together?!"

Kou Si comforted, "Hey, hey, don't be so angry, I arranged for him to let him go."

Olig's veins popped out of anger, "What do you mean?! Was it really on purpose?! Or did you arrange it?!"

Kou Si rubbed his ears, "Yes." He said, "Take a deep breath and let all the air out."

Olig suppressed his anger.

"That clone is equipped with location tracking, and its location was confirmed 10 minutes ago. It is very close to your consortium. It should be the temporary stronghold of the Waning Moon Organization." He said slowly, "Once the old nest of the bionic is found, a few clones People can’t do it? Why are you so short-sighted?”

Olig was dumbfounded, "How did you put it in?!"

Director Kou gave a long "hmm", "Tear her apart, the spine is stuffed, why, is this difficult?"

"No, we tried it! That clone uses bionic technology, and any remote-controlled instruments placed in the body will be blocked and invalidated! Why are you all right?!"

Kou Si smiled proudly, "My quality is good."

He went on to say, "I found the place for you, how to destroy it depends on your ability."

Olig's interest immediately became high, "There is little A here, and your devouring army! Of course! Plus the people I have carefully trained! Just destroy a temporary stronghold! Simple!"

Kou Si snorted, "Little A? Just that pirated yellow jacket?"

Olig: "Did you see him? Where is he?"

Kou Si: "See, I was just about to ask you."

"He forcibly invited Bai Erduo into the domain game, but I didn't stop him. You have to find a way to get him back." Kou Si became irritable, "I just rescued from the brink of being killed, and I managed to get fat. If anything happens, how can I explain to his dead brother?"

Olig closed his eyes with a headache, "All right, all right, I'll take care of it."

hang up the phone.

He dialed a number with little communication.

"Drip-drip-"

pass.

Olig lowered his voice, he didn't know what language he spoke, like a password.

There was a voice back.

"Received. The dedicated line has been connected."

Waited for a long time.

"Tell me, what's the matter." The man's voice was as cold as if it had been washed by ice and snow.

Olig sighed, "The little A you sent was too unreliable. When it came to a critical moment, he went to the field to play games! How do you want me to proceed?"

"Huh? Critical moment?" He seemed to only hear these four words.

"We have found the stronghold of the waning moon." Olig paused, "But I am very, very short of manpower."

The man was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Don't worry."

He said, "I'll go myself."