After Becoming a Little Sister

He still still remembers the yelling of that big circle boy who still wanted to pull his back after he was shot, before he died.

Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky!

"Notify them, do it!" The team leader picked up the binoculars again and shouted viciously in a low voice.

But I don't know if it's an illusion. Now that his blood was rushing and he calmed down a little, he picked up the binoculars, but what he thought of was the picture he saw before.

Before the man entered the alley, he looked back in his direction, that look...

Maybe it's an illusion.

……

……

In the deep alley, the deacon man with a cane turned his head slightly to look at the other end of the alley.

This alley is not so much an alley, it is more appropriate to say that it is a gap between two buildings, so it is not completely blocked.

In the alley, there are water pipes nailed to the wall, beer cans and beverage bottles discarded by someone, ashes of old newspapers, black garbage piles, and even some filth that may be vomit after it dries up. , there is a stale smell of dust in the alley that is not exposed to sunlight all day long.

Someone rushed in from the alley, as if they were afraid of losing him, but after walking in, they found him standing there.

So the group of people stopped, looked at each other a few times, and looked at each other.

Someone walked around quickly, preparing to go to the other side to block his back path, while the first few people on this side walked over with baseball bats in their hands, with an unfriendly attitude. The sound of the baseball bat being slapped in the hand or hitting the wall next to it was exceptionally clear.

The deacon just smiled: "Everyone, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? Spit—" the young delinquent at the front spat at him: "I think it's a misunderstanding when you look like this. Why do you dress up like a cowboy? Ah? I don't know if you want to pay us tribute Is it? You guys are the ones we listen to at Kabuki in Shinjuku, newbies, right?"

"Cowboy?" The deacon looked down at his clothes, "I haven't been here for a long time, so is it my problem?"

"Of course it's your problem. Let me tell you, you don't usually go out as a maintenance stick for those rich wives, do you?"

"It's true that I haven't gone out for a long time, but it's not because of Mrs. Fu, but because of my body." The deacon man sighed: "After all, I'm old. I came to you 100 years ago. Here Still... very barbaric, ignorant, backward, and ridiculous."

"...Tieba! Do you take me for a fool!"

The baseball man swung his bat provocatively, making a howling sound of breaking wind, trying to hit him on the shoulder.

Then there was the clear sound of bones breaking, and the scream from the throat——

"Ah ah ah ah ah----"

The deacon man was pinching the baseball man's wrist, and his fair-looking, even a little thin hand closed tightly, and the latter's wrist was clenched tightly like a rubber.

Then the bone fragments pierced the flesh and squeezed out from between the fingers. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the scene was bloody or unbelievable.

"You guys are really a little rude to the old man..." The deacon let go of his hand, put his blood-stained hand on the tip of his nose and sniffed, frowning.

He sighed in slightly hoarse French: "Even your body is broken. Even if you are a human being raised in captivity, that is the lowest grade."

It seems that he didn't expect the other party to have such a skill. For a while, there was a certain stagnant atmosphere in the alley, and there were no new movements on both sides.

The screaming baseball man was dragged back by his companions, hugging his hand, which was already drooping and the bones could be seen, as if it had been run over by a hydraulic press, his face was covered with tears and snot.

Obviously, he is not as rooted as he appears on the surface-traditional jihadists will not be allowed to cry when they cut their little fingers to admit their mistakes.

The deacon man didn't intend to deal with these people much, just like a dog barking at people, it's impossible for a person to chase after them and bite all the barking dogs. The deacon man even showed great enthusiasm towards them Treat animals with gentleness and tolerance: "Can I leave now? I still have some things to do. If there is a chance in the future, we will see you again."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, while those who were blocking the entrance of the alley subconsciously took a step back.

However, at this moment, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him—the people who had detoured and blocked him before had finally arrived.

The people behind didn't know what happened before, they only saw a companion fell down, and the other party was only one person, and his back was turned to them!

Isn't this wave a direct leap forward?

Then they roared and took out the hidden knives from their bodies. The pure wooden knives without scabbards were sharpened extremely sharply, and they could easily pierce each other through.

The deacon man didn't turn his head, but sighed helplessly, then put down the suitcase in his hand, took off his spectacles, and put them in his breast pocket.

The exquisite sterling silver monocle chain swayed gently, showing that he was not afraid of silver jewelry and silver ions as a duke and his family glory.

Bruch in the golden age, Bruch in Carthage, Bruch who still clings to the glory of the old family after all these are lost.

They are scholars, warriors, and even warriors in the vampire clan - face to face, no vampire is more terrifying than them.

So, why do these well-behaved animals in the golden age actually want to turn against their masters now?

With such doubts in mind, he stomped his cane lightly, and a sharp white light shone in the alley.

And in the shadow illuminated by that white light, several elongated figures disintegrated into pieces, and blood splashed onto the wall.

Sure enough—the door to the hometown should still be opened, and the lost Carthage should be re-established...

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1401 1262-Alien species are also working hard

The killing in the alley was bloody but quick, and the resistance was lost almost in the blink of an eye.

A duke of a different species, slaughtering a bunch of unarmed young people, in a sense, is similar to a grown man holding a knife in a chicken coop. It's just a slaughter that conforms to the principle of 'captive breeding'.

What?They have knives?

Ah……

He flicked the stabbing sword in his hand, and a faint light of blood was scattered on the ground. The stabbing sword was still as clean as new, and there was not even a trace of a broken edge.

One must know that in the entire alley, there are densely packed stumps and broken arms. Every sword directly cuts off the muscles and even the bones, and the cuts are neat.

He retracted the rapier to the cane with his backhand, but the moment the blade was fully retracted, he raised his head subconsciously and drew the sword again.

"Ding----"

A sharp trembling sound sounded, and the slender stabbing sword finally broke a gap, and the blade was only covered with a red light after the high temperature.

It was a sniper bullet from hundreds of meters away. However, the high-speed bullet was directly cut by him, leaving only an inconspicuous scratch on his shoulder. When he lowered his head, Even the scratches disappeared, and the wound returned to normal, only the clothes with a tear still remained the previous traces.

"...this is the most comfortable piece of clothing I've ever worn, and there are few tailors with such fine craftsmanship these days."

Duke Bruch sighed, and looked up at the tall building facing the alley. On the window on the fifth floor, the reflection of a sniper scope flashed and disappeared.

Straight-line distance - less than 300 meters.

How long does it take for a sniper bullet to fly 300 meters?It takes so long to fly 300 meters.

Duke Bruch frowned slightly. At this distance, he couldn't directly attack the opponent.

and……

He turned his head slightly and looked at the woman who came to the back of the alley at some point and stood at the entrance of the alley.

And here's a new guest...

The sound of high heels, da da da, ta da da, pierced through the quiet alley, a woman stood still at the entrance of the alley.

Light and shadow covered her from behind, coating her body with a layer of gold, but she couldn't see her real face clearly.

However, Duke Bruch just lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the almost iconic white lace gloves of the other party: "...Westminster?"

The Duke of Westminster, the ancient of Europa's recent rise to fame, the secret keeper of Britain's Windsor royal family, and the secular duke.

The Red Dragon Queen of the Dark World...

"To be honest, I really don't want to be involved in the struggle between you." The Red Dragon Queen looked at the bloody slaughterhouse in the alley, and her pretty face showed some obvious unbearable expression: "Why do you have to do things?" Is it so—disgusting?"

"If I remember correctly, you should be in Britain."

"It was originally like this, but that one didn't allow me to stay out of it like this, so I came here early."

Prince Dracula wanted to attack and kill Alia, why did Alia not want to catch them all?

There are as many masters as Bai Dongcheng, the Red Dragon Queen, and the Great Sun Empress. Ai is best at and likes F2A the most.

As for the fact that the Red Dragon Queen wanted to hide and pretend that nothing happened, who gave her the courage and the right to choose?

Ms. Liang, a former singer?Or a milk tea spokesperson who doesn't even have a super chat? Swimming and fitness to get to know Mr. Zhou?

"The Bruch family, do you want to perish completely?" The red dragon queen's light purple long dress was lightly swayed, and she turned slightly sideways.

This noble and cold figure stopped at the entrance of the alley, and it seemed that he didn't want to fight directly, but seemed to be chatting.

"...Carthage has been lost for too long."

"Then let it be lost, there is no more Carthage in the world."

What is Carthage?

The ancient city-state thousands of years ago, the little overlord of the Mediterranean, and the famous city of slaves.

In the history of the dark world and alien species, it was once ruled by alien vampires, prosperous, beautiful, and a paradise.

The prosperity of the Bruch family was brought about by the slave trade in Carthage. In a sense, its significance to vampires—or vampires—is the same as Constantinople to Christianity and Istanbul to Islam. .

What?These two are the same city?That's all right...

It's just that Carthage was powerful because of the alien species, but it was not the struggle of the alien species that destroyed Carthage, but human beings.

Perhaps the alien species that fell out of the sea world back then did have a strong shipbuilding industry, so the ancient Carthage gene controlled the Western Mediterranean for its powerful navy, so it also became the trading center of the Western Mediterranean, with huge business income every year.

They have a huge fleet and strong sailing experience. They pioneered the commercial activities of trafficking slaves, metals, luxury goods, wine and olive oil by sea. They also have a well-developed family-style handicraft industry, among which textiles are the most famous.

And thanks to the fertile land brought to the Bagradas River Valley by its inland, even if Carthage is slavery, it can rely on slavery manors to improve the overall standard of living, whether it is captive human aliens or being captive. Human beings feel that this kind of life is not bad.

This is also called the golden age by the aliens. They changed from aloft gods to normal people, and established a long-lasting national system.

But such wealth will of course attract covetousness. In the third century BC, Rome expanded and confronted Carthage.

Rome, founded by humans, became Carthage's formidable enemy, and three famous "Punic Wars" broke out in ancient history.

In the end, Carthage perished, and the entire city of Carthage was razed to ruins by the Roman army—human beings used the most primitive weapons and the military power of the cold weapon era to defeat the alien species at that time, and declared that the Mediterranean had entered the era of Roman rule and belonged to the Thus ended the golden age of xenomorphs.

Later, a new city was built near the original site of Carthage, and became the capital of the Roman Empire's African province, completely erasing the existence of alien species.

Although many blood races tried to reoccupy Carthage, they even succeeded for a time and established a new kingdom.

But their success often leads to human counterattacks. After Rome, there was Eastern Rome, and after Eastern Rome, it was replaced by the rise of the Arab Empire.

Until now, the city of Carthage has become history. A blood clan clamoring to revive Carthage is as outrageous as someone jumping out in the 21st century and saying that he wants to revive King Chen Sheng from Chu. You can’t even be sure whether he is playing tricks Still freaking out.