Moscow.

Lublevka.

This is a well-known wealthy area. Even if a bear falls down, it does not mean that the rich will fall down. On this rotten corpse, looking up, you will see maggots full of "blood" mouths, they fight each other and finally become the only one.

In a manor, the cypress trees still hold their heads high in the cold wind of Siberia. Even the motorsha dog, known for its ferocity, was curled up in a cage, and its eyes were shining as they looked at the rabbit "walked" in the distance.

There will be a special scene then.

On the small path passing through the forest, patrol personnel passed by, quietly and in a very orderly manner. This is obviously not the residence of ordinary people.

A Mercedes-Benz car with a special license plate drove in from the gate, passed through the fountain in the middle, and stopped half a circle, steadily at the door of the mansion. After the waiter waited for the car to stop, he opened the door and bowed slightly.

A young boy with a schoolbag jumped out of the back seat, about ten years old, covered his crotch and rushed into the house in a hurry, shouting in Russian, "Get out of the way."

The servants' eyes were very surprised, but they also understood that the little master must have been held back by urine. Sure enough, the other party rushed into the toilet anxiously and exerted force. The little face was a little red, but there was a sense of comfort in his eyes.

About three or four minutes later, he walked out with a comfortable face. Then he had time to throw his schoolbag to the servant and said, "Print my baby, apply some oil, and use the old brand gun oil."

The servant nodded respectfully, carefully opened the other party's schoolbag, and took out a handful of split ak47 from it, all golden!

Including springs, bolts, and coverings, they are all made of gold!

There is also a note above: a birthday gift for Marklev Daron!

The little boy looked at the servant's skillful appearance and nodded with satisfaction. Then he rushed to the upper floor. There was a "big living room" of about 400 square meters, filled with figures and various surroundings. In the cabinet in the middle was an exoskeleton of his size!

Number: 66!

This is the 66th in Europe. Adding this number and custom models, it is possible to at least millions of dollars, or even millions of dollars. For rich people, is there any difference between 1 and 10?

At a young age, what else can besides money?

It's really sinister!

But reincarnation is also a technology, so I can't envy this thing.

Marklev made a purpose to bypass these "little friends" who were already tired of playing, and rushed into a big box with a very sci-fi appearance. There was a fingerprint lock as the size of a palm on it, forming a logo. He put his fingers on it, and suddenly, the big box began to flash, colorful and gorgeous.

Even though it was not the first time that he had opened a box, Marklev felt very excited.

The man has no resistance to opening the box.

Maybe…

This is fantasy at work.

After the big box slowly opened, the things inside were exposed, the latest lightsabers released by Savior Company!

Marklev picked up the lightsaber, acted like a superman in the cartoon, raised his hand and shouted, "Dearless bastard! Look, Marklev, split your head!" As he said that, he cut off the lightsaber in his hand diagonally.

But this was originally virtual light, and there was no lethality at all. Moreover, the most important thing was that there was no "audience". When he played, the servant cheered on the side, but the sound made him pick his toes a little.

He wanted that kind of audience to be smart, not flattery, although flattery sounded nice.

"It's so boring." Marklev played for a few minutes, and was a little bored, muttering and complaining. The Savior Company said that the real effect of lightsabers was under development. How long has it been? It's almost three or four months, and it's not even a big deal yet.

He really wanted to call that Asian and ask why he didn't study it yet!

Marklev's father had the other party's phone number because his father was a natural gas tycoon and his grandfather was a senior manager. He was a one-on-one person in the Da Mao family. Someone in the Rabbit family exchanged daily necessities for airplanes. In fact, the operator here was a "vassal" under the Marklev family.

Now I can understand how much money his family has.

He put the lightsaber out of the private toy room and walked towards him a middle-aged man with silver hair and dressed well. When he saw Marklev, his face was filled with smiles, but there was a centipede-sized scar at the corner of his eyes. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see clearly. He greeted him respectfully, but... the sound was a bit leaky!

Marklev had always been like this since he saw the other party, and he gradually got used to listening. Moreover, he knew that this person was close to his father, so he did not dare to be arrogant. He just asked with a smile, "Uncle Huozia, where is my father?"

"Sir is talking to a friend in the room." Hozia paused, "he told no one to bother him."

Marklev nodded in a slight sense of understanding, and then didn't care. His father had many friends. After seeing Hozia again, he returned to his room. The latter kept watching his voice disappear into the stairs. The smile at the corner of his mouth slowly calmed down before turning back.

Marklev's head was poked out, and hesitated for a while, but he gave up the idea of ​​eavesdropping. The main reason is that the door at home is thick and the sound insulation is very good. The most important thing is that if he is caught, he will definitely be beaten!

To educate your child, you must give him a complete childhood.

He still ran back to his room, turned on the computer, logged in to Yahoo, and waited for him to enter the account. There were 99 messages behind him. Marklev seemed to be very used to it because he knew what it was.

They were all contacted by some people who sold P.M. His Yahoo account was worth level 9, which was the highest level, and he recharged 100,000 US dollars. He also liked luxury cars, villas, etc., and it was not good to compare, but that was just what the poor said.

The rich said that comparing is really cool!

All the truth is just to persuade the poor to give up their ambitions to burst out, and only with capital can there be reason.

Marklev browsed it casually, and his eyes were attracted by a news from Yahoo!

“Savior Company claims to develop artificial intelligence!”

As soon as Marklev heard about this company, he got up, but he still clicked in and saw a video inside.

In a huge laboratory, a scientist in a research suit stood with his back to him, and saw him greeting the air. The next second, a voice gave him back and asked him if he needed any help?

This is not the end. Although this simple answer can bring surprise and curiosity to people, it is still almost amazing to say that you are so surprised. So the performance time is here, and the scientist asked the other party to come out and say hello.

I saw a beam of light shining from the wall, forming a projection, and a huge figure appeared. The scientist asked her to change her appearance, and the other party made more than a dozen changes, including men and women, handsome men and ugly people (conforming to the aesthetics of a few people.)

Moreover, it can accomplish many things, such as turning on the lights, closing the door, and having it review the amount of experimental materials, it will be a good assistant.

In that case, it's like...super intelligent brain in a science fiction movie!

Marklev's eyes were green.

I want to buy 20 of him!

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Chapter completed!