After Becoming a Little Sister

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Chapter 887 0870-The Heart of Playing Tactics is Dirty (Not Counting Additions)

Nanbang·A Manor

The villains seem to like living in this kind of manor-like residence, mainly because the house is big enough to toss some shady things.

After all, if you live in a residential building or something, you might be able to assemble a gun and be killed by the people downstairs with a broom and ask what the hell is going on if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and then an unsightly scene breaks out between the villain and the social animal The purpose of bloody battles - mainly because social animals will be miserable, being squeezed by the boss during the day, and having to be crushed and bombed by the villains when they go home at night.

"What's her reaction?" Xingbu Ji looked at the profile of the girl in the down jacket on the screen and took a picture.

"...No response at all." Facing Xingbu Ji's inquiry, the intelligence officer in charge of following the woman in the down jacket shook her head: "Judging from the long-distance observation, everything is normal for the other party."

"It may be a matter of time... or it may be that the transformation failed." Xing Buji was not surprised by this result, but was a little disappointed.

After all, from the perspective of normal probability, the conversion success rate of qualified biological weapons is appallingly low—qualified here refers to the kind that has its own mind, can guarantee normal physiological functions, but can explode superhuman strength .

Rather than saying it is a biological weapon, it is more appropriate to say it is a super soldier.

This is considered to have involved the realm of the gods. Des Moines pioneered the wrong evolutionary route at the beginning, and the metal monsters he created can only be said to be expedient measures. Compared with the super fighter he wants, he is not even worthy of lifting shoes.

If the Holy Cross has [-] Europa captains, can France kill them as easily as stabbing the S.H.I.E.L.D. space carrier in the movie?If it doesn't exist, at least an Iron Man must be prepared, and then a bunch of ghosts will be prepared, so that these superheroes can be dealt with.

But nothing is nothing, Des Moines can't do it, and Xingbu Ji can't do it now.

"Doctor, someone has invaded." The man with the scar came in from the door with a serious expression: "Please move to a safe place immediately."

"……how many people?"

"At present, there are only two people, but the other party has entered the core area!"

"Two people can break in. They didn't disturb the defense system before?" Xingbu Ji was expressionless and calm.

It's better to say that she looks neither human nor ghost, even if she is startled, others will not be able to see it.

"The other party avoided most of our defense system. It can be seen that she is very clear about our defense mode... I suspect that it is the original Holy Cross, but now the Holy Cross has..."

Now the grass on the grave of the Holy Cross is three feet high, and only the traitorous inner ghost is left.

"……she?"

"It's two women, but we don't know each other,"

Xingbu Ji pondered for a moment, then looked back at the screen: "Give a guidance signal and guide them to the conference room."

"But--"

"I probably guess who it is, go ahead and do as I say."

"...Yes, I understand."

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"I said, are they really here?"

The wine sister turned over vigilantly, rolled across the corner of the empty corridor, pointed her guns at the corridors on both sides, and lowered her hands when she found no one: "It always feels gloomy, and there is only one person on the way we came None."

"This is the standard deployment of the No. [-] defense system in the base. It's not that we didn't meet people, but that we missed those defensive teams." The maid walking behind her was wearing casual clothes, walking around the corner like a stroll , grabbed the bartender and hid by the sunken door. A few seconds later, a team of patrolling personnel walked slowly through the side of the corridor, but no one was found hiding in the porch on this side.

"...Have you read the guide?"

"No, and our actions can't be hidden from people, but from the camera." Looking up at the camera at the end of the corridor, the silver-haired maid lowered her eyes: "If it's the headquarters of the Holy Cross, it's time to release the attack weapons and combat robots. It is an important research base, and there are even front and rear sealed doors and the poisonous gas released inside..."

"So, do you, Holy Cross, run the dark world or the haunted house?" The wine sister put away the gun helplessly: "I said, what are you doing here? Isn't it good now? Broken Cross is Broken Cross. The cross, the holy cross after the reorganization is the holy cross, everyone is clearly separated, and there is no intersection, how good it is!"

"It can't be done. I need to find out how much the Jibuji got from Des Moines back then, and what they want to do." The silver-haired maid sighed and looked at the time on the watch. : "It's almost time for them to find us, let's go, go out and surrender."

"So what's the purpose of our coming here?" Sister Jiu wanted to take out her magic stick and give her a few times: "Come here to die?"

"No, come here to show we're one of our own—at least we were."

At the same time, all visible cameras stopped turning, and started pointing at the same place in the next second, and even the lights in the room began to flicker, extending the target to the meeting room.

There is no doubt that there are ghosts in Broken Cross, whether it is the Gate of Truth or the scattered organizations in Europa, it is not too easy to buy a few young people - after all, everyone is just eating and drinking, who It's up to whoever pays the most, and the benefits of the Broken Cross may not be as high as being a sophomore.

The silver-haired maid must use this method to avoid those inner ghosts and get in touch with them in a relatively secret way.

If Ji Buji was not stupid, she wouldn't have said that she would order to beat up the people who could infiltrate to this extent at the first time. After all, collecting prisoners and interrogating information is also a part of the villain's dedication, so don't play if you are unhappy.

Facts have proved that Xingbu Ji is quite smart, and gave a hint, and the two sides saw each other in a spare conference room after a while.

"...What are you doing here?" Xingbu Ji sat down and asked straightforwardly.

"Can't I come over to play if I have nothing to do?" The wine sister snapped back, speaking in Japanese: "Are you the legendary Smurf?"

There was no camouflage or cover up indoors, and Xingbu Ji's bloodless, even slightly cyanotic, bluish-purple complexion was particularly conspicuous.

"If it's okay, you'd better leave early." Ji Ji did not raise her eyes to look at Sister Jiu, but opened the documents in her hand and began to process the documents: "When Des Moines was deploying to evacuate, there was a clear order to erase All the information related to the Ninth Son Nain...so we are strangers now."

"Thank you, but I have a question." The silver-haired maid sat at the other end of the long table, staring at Xingbu Ji with piercing eyes: "You are going to turn Nanbang into your large-scale experimental base, and use the method of raising Gu Screening for suitable progenitors of hematogenous viruses?"

"..." Xingbu Ji paused, and after a moment of silence, she turned the page of the information in her hand, raised her head and called the man with the scar who had been standing by her side without moving: "There is a problem with this financial report, 650 is missing. Fifty thousand dollars, the time span is between 7 months and a whole fiscal year, check the supervisor involved, get back the money that the other party swallowed secretly, and then kill him."

"Yes, I'll arrange for someone to do it right away," the man with the scar stared at the bartender, then walked out silently and closed the door behind him.

Xingbu Ji closed the folder in her hand and took off her glasses: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You know how difficult it is to find a Primarch, and it's almost impossible..." The silver-haired maid—or the Ninth Son Nine, folded her hands on her chin at this time, posing as Commander Ikari: "I also study biology. I know the flaws of this technology better than you. This comes from the super-ancient viruses frozen in the permafrost. It is difficult to even adapt to the current environment. You are wishful thinking!"

"Where did the name of the blood-borne virus come from?" Xingbu Ji was calmer than the current conversation, even cold: "I don't remember this code name."

"The Republic has been exposed to this virus, and it was you who released it, right?"

"...I know about that incident, the accident in Dongshan City, but it wasn't me, but someone framed the Broken Cross." Xingbu Ji leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair, her eyes calm: "It's Satan, your Holy Cross back then! High-level, he is still active... Borrowing the remaining technology of the Holy Cross, you leave him alone and come here to control me?"

"Because you can't do it this way." Ninth Son Nain shook his head: "I don't know how ambitious you are, but if you continue to do this, you will probably become the public enemy of the whole world... Enough is enough, stop."

"You came here in person just to say such childish things to me?" Xingbu Ji tilted her head, and turned her eyes to Sister Hejiu: "If I kill her, will you stop?"

The bartender who was sitting next to her and yawning was shocked when she heard the words: "What? What's wrong with me?"

No, you guys talked about yours, wasn't the atmosphere pretty good before?Why are you going to kill yourself all of a sudden?

The Ninth Saint Nain did not answer, but pursed his lips, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "This technology is wrong...it shouldn't appear in Blue Star..."

"There is no right or wrong technology, the one who uses it is the one who uses it." Xingbu Ji tidied up the documents, perhaps with a little disappointment in her tone, or maybe no emotion at all: "If you came here just to tell me these useless things, then You can go now, I have work to do."

"You're doing terrible things."

"Yes, is there any problem? Do you want to stop me?" Xingbu Ji stood up and walked to the meeting room without looking back: "Get out of here, people will find out that you have been here after a long time, and now you have a good time Very good, just live according to your own ideas, but don't bother me."

Sister Wu took out a gun and pointed it at her back: "Are you going to leave like this?"

"If you shoot, you won't be able to get out of this room." Xingbuji raised her left hand and showed her bracelet: "Heart rate is detected every second, and after the data fluctuation exceeds the expected alert setting, it will It will detonate the red mercury bomb buried in this manor, and the coverage of the bomb is a circle with a diameter of 700 meters. If you are sure that you can leave 700 meters away within one second, you can try to shoot."

"Red—where did you get that kind of thing?!" Sister Jiu's complexion changed again and again, and finally gritted her teeth and let out a curse: "Crazy..."

"For the technology of preparing the mercury bomb, the current Blue Star has another person besides the Redwood National Laboratory in Millican, and unfortunately..." Xingbu Ji tilted her head slightly, her eyes twitched With a cold light: "She was also in North America before."

"The chief engineer of Violet Heavy Industries." Ninth Son Nain took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Des Moines has been looking for her for a long time, but I didn't expect you to find her."

"I know you have a new life and don't want to touch the dark world again. The protection of the Ninth Bureau makes you feel at ease, but that is your choice and has nothing to do with me." Xingbu Ji put down her hand and opened the door : "For Des Moines' sake, get out of here and go back to your comfort zone."

"This is the research material on blood-borne viruses." The Ninth Son Nain took out a memory card and put it on the table: "I also hate some people... I hate many things, but this method is wrong. You can't get what you want - this research material is about blocking vaccines, if you want to stop at the last minute... Just plug in the blood-borne virus variant data in your hand and create an open The key to the shackles."

"I have no shackles, those are yours."

"You have, if not for yourself, then for the children of Des Moines..."

"..."

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"We've known each other for years—well, we've known each other for over two months, and this is the first time you've asked me for help."

Gentle tone, An Ran's voice, dull pressure, strong aura.

"I can't remember the last time we sat down together and had a good cup of tea, not to mention that my cousin Si Shao and I were classmates...Let me be honest, you never wanted my friendship, and you were afraid to owe me Favor."

Alia Hu touched Loli Xiong and looked at the person in front of her.

"...I just...I just don't want to get involved."

In front of her, Qin Wangchuan sat like a primary school student, trembling.

"I understand that you found confidence in your face, handled your feelings well, lived a fulfilling life, had all kinds of sisters and sisters coaxing you, you don't need me, an existence that you can't fascinate, but now Come and tell me, Miss Ai, please uphold justice for me...you have no respect for me at all, and you don't even want to call me Brother Bao..."

"Bao, Bao brother?"

"Well, I mean, you don't even want to call me Miss." Alia shook her head with a calm expression: "You found me when I was traveling, put on a pitiful look, and wanted to bribe me to help you Against others?"

"I... I want you, Miss, to uphold justice!"

"That's not fair, and he didn't get it."

"Then let him bear the fear!" Qin Wangchuan gritted his teeth: "What price should I pay?"

"Wang Chuan, Wang Chuan...what did I do to make you disrespect me so much?" Alia sighed, "If you came to me as a friend, then those things that hurt you, hurt you, If you see your friend's offal, you will be tortured—my friend's friend is also my friend, then they will be afraid of you, and understand that they can't cover the sky with one hand."

"...Miss." Qin Wangchuan gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "Please help me!"

"Forget it, I may need your help in the future, but there may not be a day when I hire you, but I don't need you to pay any price in exchange for my benefits, because I am not short of money, I am not interested in money , I hope to see you do some interesting things, such as being aggressive and promoting positive energy."

Aliya put down Lolita Xiong who was sleeping soundly in her arms: "This matter will wait until... Tomorrow night, we have capital, but capital is not omnipotent, we need to use a more rational method to solve the problem - you go back and rest Well, leave the rest to me."

Qin Wangchuan nodded: "Thank you Miss..."

The khaki-colored man who happened to come over with a document stopped wildly, looked at Qin Wangchuan who walked out of the room with a dazed expression, and followed him until he walked around the corner: "What's wrong with him?"

"Maybe it's because he's been shaved a lot in the current version, and I can't use his omnipotent soft rice skills here." Aliya took the information: "Have you checked it out?"

"Um... how should I put it, it's quite surprising." Khaki shrugged wildly: "You have to make use of it."

The three-acre land in Nanbang is too small, so small that it is full of acquaintances, and the relationship network is complicated.

In fact, this is not a strange thing. If someone really looks back at the history of Nanbang, he will find many strange intersections-lawyer Wen who fought against the military dictatorship in the past, served in the airborne brigade, and his immediate boss was later Chun Doo-hwan, the military dictator of the Communist Party of China, who is going to reason with this matter?

The main reason is that this country is too small, so small that there are actually only so many people in the elite class, and everyone has to deal with each other.

"I didn't expect that President Xiao Huang is still the eldest son of the Sansang chaebol. It's okay, the relationship is quite close, no wonder there are so many invitations." Alia flipped through the information: "What is this called? The East Palace washes the horse? The prince's close minister ? His eldest son is so good, why didn't he name himself Li Chengqian?"