Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

When Uncle Song heard the fighting subsided, he quietly poked his head out and secretly exclaimed, "This girl is so fierce. It would have been incredible if she had been born during the Anti-Japanese War."

Qiu Ting huddled behind Fan Yuanyuan and glanced at Wei Wei from time to time. "Hey, dear, this is a real supporter. It turns out that Sister Yuanyuan is not teasing her."

"Sister Yuanyuan, when the police arrive, you will take Qiu Ting away first. I will ask the police to escort you along the way. You guys come out of this corner first." Wei Wei glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, "Be careful, there are corpses on the ground. Some of these people are still alive, so don’t touch the needles on them.”

Fan Yuanyuan turned around and patted Qiu Ting on the head, "I'll take you out of this corner first. Be careful not to step on anything you shouldn't step on."

Where Fan Yuanyuan and Qiu Ting were standing at the moment, there were corpses. Those who wanted to take them as hostages were crucified by Wei Wei. At a glance, the hair on Qiu Ting's arms stood up.

"Okay..." Qiu Ting muttered as Fan Yuanyuan led him away. He accidentally swept the corpse of Takahashi on the ground, which was in the most miserable state of death. His face turned pale again, and his stomach was churning. After enduring it, he still couldn't hold it back and vomited at the entrance of the stairs. The sky is dark and the earth is dark.

"Are you okay?" Wei Wei felt a little guilty. If it hadn't been for her, the little girl wouldn't have gone through this. She would probably have nightmares when she went back.

"It's okay," Fan Yuanyuan patted Qiu Ting on the back, "Just finish vomiting and you'll be fine. Wei Wei, don't worry, I'll watch over Tingting."

Wei Wei thought for a while and took out a brass knuckle pistol, "Qiu Ting, this is a small pistol for you to defend yourself. It looks like an ornament on a keychain, and there are three bullets in it."

"When you go back, you can ask your sister to teach you how to use it. At critical moments, you can save yourself." The small brass knuckle pistol was placed in Wei Wei's palm, small and exquisite.

Qiu Ting reached out and picked it up, tentatively holding it, and it was actually wrapped in his palm.

"This is too valuable." When Fan Yuanyuan heard this, she felt that she couldn't take it. "Tingting, please return it to Sister Wei Wei quickly."

"I still have this thing. If Sister Yuanyuan wants it, I still have it here." Wei Wei pressed Fan Yuanyuan's rejecting hand and took out a revolver again.

"Although I controlled the situation on the spot today, you two are with me after all. I don't know if any fish slipped through the net. This is just for Tingting's self-defense. I give this to you, just in case. .”

When Qiu Ting heard that the matter was not over yet, he couldn't help but clenched the brass knuckle pistol in his hand, "Thank you, Sister Wei Wei. From now on, I will never leave the small pistol for a moment. When I get back, I will find a red rope, wear it and hang it around my neck." .”

"Wei Wei, I don't want the small pistol. I just have a gun. Tingting, I will teach you how to shoot when you get back." Fan Yuanyuan also felt a sense of crisis. "I'll talk to my dad later and I'll give you another one." Gun, I’ll keep this one as my weapon.”

Okay, the Fan family doesn't lack this gun either. Wei Wei and the three of them sat at the table that Uncle Song had diligently cleaned up, waiting patiently for the police to show up.

Seeing that Uncle Song was already cleaning up the broken dishes, Wei Wei took out the money slips and put them on the table, "Uncle Song, these money will be used to compensate for the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks in the teahouse. You click on them to see if you have enough to compensate."

"No, no, no, how can I ask you for money? You are a hero. These dishes are worthless." Uncle Song not only refused to accept the money, but left corpses all over the floor. He also had the time to prepare a table of snacks and tea for Wei Wei. .

Fortunately, the fight did not affect the kitchen, otherwise Uncle Song would be powerless even if he wanted to.

Qiu Ting blinked her eyes and said, "Sister Yuanyuan, I didn't expect Uncle Song to be a capable person. I didn't notice it before." This psychological quality compared her to a scumbag.

"Uncle Song has experienced the Anti-Japanese War. He who has survived from the dead is certainly better than us." Fan Yuanyuan explained, "This is because Uncle Song didn't have a gun in his hand just now. Otherwise, he would definitely rush up to fight, and he wouldn't be like me holding you." Hide in the corner.”

"No, no," Uncle Song said cheerfully, looking at the corpse on the ground as if it were nothing. "Uncle Song is old. Hiding yourself well and not causing trouble to the hero is the greatest help."

"Yes, being able to take care of yourself is the greatest help at critical moments." Wei Wei affirmed Uncle Song's remarks, but the money was still placed on the table and had no intention of putting it away.

Wei Wei and the others waited impatiently until Lu Hongqi and Lu Shuaiqi hurried over to take over with their men.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Wei, we collectively went on a mission today, and there are only a few people left in the institute. It took a while to get back."

Wei Wei glanced at the sweat on the foreheads of Lu Shuaiqi and others, "Now that we've arrived, take those who are alive back for torture, and those who are dead, find out their identities, don't let any suspicious people go, and then send someone to escort the two lesbians back safely." Home."

"Understood..." Lu Shuaiqi and others quickly began to clean up the scene. These damn people were like cockroaches in the sewer, popping out one after another and unable to clean them up.

Such a serious assassination incident occurred in a street teahouse. The good news is that Shi Xiangrong came out and stopped hiding after hearing the news. The bad news is that four guards were forcefully placed around Wei Wei.

For one day in Kyoto, these four guards would follow her closely, even staying outside the door when she slept. Now her plan to secretly go to the valley was ruined.

Shi Xiangrong closed his eyes, "You're not fishing again, are you?"

As far as he knew, Wei Wei had accumulated a lot of military merit by fishing at the age of ten.

"It's really an accident," Wei Wei's innocent eyes were full of sincerity, "I won't risk innocent people. There are good friends of mine present at the scene today."

"If you want to fish, otherwise, you can remove the guards and let's work it out. It might be a good idea to catch a fish."

Wei Wei's face was full of excitement. Why didn't she expect that the hatred gathered on her body would turn red and black.

"Be calm, you have to remember that your current status is different from the past, and you cannot take risks." Shi Xiangrong's head began to hurt again. The senior general was unaware and did not take his own safety seriously. Once the boat capsizes in the gutter, things will become serious.

"Okay, even if you don't fish, I'm not that free." Wei smiled so hard that his eyes turned into crescents, "Minister Shi, when will the 50 billion be allocated this year? The base is almost out of rice now."

Only then did Shi Xiangrong remember that he was still hiding from others, and now he had fallen into a trap.

"In a few months, funds will be allocated," Shi Xiangrong said. "The number of the entire army currently exceeds 600 million. The huge military expenditures make it difficult for the country to operate, and only Yin is short of food."

"If your aircraft carrier is really successfully built, and Mr. Qian's national defense weapons can be on par with the international level, then productivity can be liberated." Shi Xiangrong had already had this intention, but the border was unstable and the weapons were not comparable. Able to pass through crowd tactics.

Wei Wei frowned. Isn't liberating productivity equal to disarmament? Placement can be a big problem.

"I'm not an unreasonable person," Wei Wei defended herself, "No, if you don't have money, you can only owe it to the supply chain below. By the way, I signed your name on the debt list. You won't be surprised. Bar?"

Shi Xiangrong's eyes widened, "Sign my name?"