Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 496 Manor defense first kill (guaranteed first update)
quite a while.

Mark looked at Thomas Pentagram, who was not talking, and nodded with relief, "Very well, it seems that you are also very satisfied with the name, so it was such a happy decision."

Lailis behind her hesitated to speak.

Cerberus trembled in his arms.

The data flow in the eyes of Thomas Pentagram on the table is constantly being refreshed.

At last.

Thomas Pentagram lit up two light sources and said, "Thank you, my lord."

Mark continued to be relieved.

Have a look.

Isn't it as unremarkable as Kate said to name herself.

Lyris was also very relieved at the moment.

There is such a little bit of luck.

Fortunately, Julia had chosen her name in advance.

What if Mark comes here?
Mary?

Ai Ni?

Angel baby?

This kind of name that sounds like a stripper is probably on the head.

That was a lifetime of shame.

Lyris was terrified.

quite a while.

humming sound.

The lights that had just dimmed were turned on again.

"Take over the defense system."

"Take over the weapons control system."

"Take over the monitoring system."

"Take over the authentication system."

"Access to the network..."

"Access to the CIA database."

"Access to the FBI database."

"..."

Mark held a glass of bourbon in his hand and looked at the monitoring screen displayed on the screen in front of him.

The screen divided by 30 yuan will cover all the surrounding areas of the manor and even the side of the pier without any dead ends.

Even a bird sitting on a branch over the pier can clearly see a few feathers.

"Start testing the thermal imaging system."

"...the thermal imaging system is activated...the system is functioning normally."

"Activate the facial recognition surveillance system."

"The facial recognition monitoring system is activated...the system is functioning normally."

"Start warning system, start fence power"

"The early warning system was activated, the isolation fence was opened...the system is operating normally."

Mark nodded.

Then he looked at the bird that was still hanging on the branch and touched his chin.

Then!

"Test the weapon defense system."

"The weapon system is starting..."

The voice of Thomas Pentagram, who was fully connected to the manor's efficient network system, fell.

Boom!
Lyris, who was standing next to her, stared in shock at the corner that suddenly protruded from the ground of the racecourse in the backyard and said, "When did you pretend this?"

"I pretended to be while you were in school, how about speeding up." Mark said with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Lyris was speechless.

There was a bang on the screen.

After the raised corner of the flame suddenly appeared.

Not to mention the bird, even the branch the bird was standing on was directly blasted by the large-caliber bullet.

Mark smiled.

He is very satisfied with the effect.

It was not in vain to dig holes and wires to plant these weapons.

"My lord, do you need to test the anti-aircraft missile defense system?"

"……not needed for now."

"Yes, my lord."

Just after Mark finished speaking, Thomas Pentagram silently sent a signal to make the anti-aircraft missiles on the roof lower their heads again.

do not know why?
Thomas Pentagram always feels like he wants to shoot something...

After testing the system and walking out of the basement again.

Mark finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood in the shade of the backyard racetrack with a glass of wine in his hand.

In this backyard alone, Mark dug and buried more than 200 smart weapons that can be controlled by Thomas.

As for how it was buried?

Do not ask.

Ask to bloom.

all in all.

The manor refurbished and arranged by Mark can completely prevent an elite army from attacking it.

Again.

If you can break through this line of defense.

Vertigo and Bumblebee are on call...

High walls and power grids are enough to block 90.00% of the danger of prying eyes.

As for the other ten percent?
That can't be helped.

There are always people who like to kill themselves.

the next day.

Mark watched silently as the Long Island Police Department lifted a corpse from the right side of his wall.

See it.

There are all kinds of people in the world.

Naturally, there are not a few people who do it for money or fame.

Mark withdrew his gaze from the body bag and looked at the Sheriff of the Long Island Police Department standing in front of him and asked lightly, "Who is he?"

The sheriff with two beards, about forty years old and wearing a cowboy hat, shook his head and said with a smile: "Brooke Burt, a reporter for a lace newspaper, always imagines that one day he will be able to dig What big news."

There was no expression on Mark's face.

He didn't show any guilt or guilt.

No matter how one tries to stop a person from committing suicide, it cannot be stopped.

He is not a saint.

of course.

Not a villain either.

The reporter came in the night before yesterday because he overcame the wall for news.

Mark threw him out without making a sound.

And he was warned that the power grid would start up tomorrow.

who knows……

Paused.

Mark looked at the stretcher being carried into the car and said to the Sheriff of Long Island: "Sheriff, I have filed a record with the municipality for the erection of the fence and power grid, and at the same time set up conspicuous warning signs as required. bring about any legal problems."

"Of course, Chief Lewis."

The Sheriff of Long Island nodded and said in a deep voice, "We will follow the rules."

After knowing Mark's identity.

The Long Island Sheriff has no problem at all.

after all!

The identity of a senior federal official is here.

Not to mention electrocution.

Even if this reporter was shot to death indiscriminately, he would not be wronged at all.

Mark finally shook hands with the Sheriff of Long Island and said: "Sheriff, it is best not to mention that I live here if there is no need for specific information about me."

The Long Island Sheriff had a look on his face that I understood.

quite a while.

After returning to the living room on the first floor, Mark sat on the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows and raised his head and said, "Thomas."

"Yes, sir."

"Next time there is something like this, just release the paralyzing electric current first, and don't kill people if you can't die."

"……clear."

"Have you found out about that Brook Burt?"

"Yes."

The words fall.

Mark watched the detailed information projected directly into midair.

Originally Mark planned to do something else.

but now?
Good guy.

Apparently this Burt reporter had broken into private mansions more than once.

Every well-known rich man or celebrity living on Long Island has been taken care of by this Burt reporter.

It's just that the harvest is very small, and almost everyone was arrested as soon as they entered.

after all.

This is Long Island, not Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills gossip changes a hot spot in ten seconds.

Here on Long Island?

At best, those New York rich people get together to play golf today.

Even if the news about those celebrities breaks out, it's all about which celebrity has invested in what industry or other things.

The most important thing.

When Mark used his authority to unseal his juvenile file.

The series of petty theft records came into view.

shook his head.

Mark directly closed the file.

Such people.

There is no need to waste expressions at all...

(End of this chapter)