After Becoming a Little Sister

"Video surveillance is being checked...take over all surveillance, retrospective records - this document is from a field reporter of the BCB broadcasting company. 』

"Liguang—"

"Li Guang is here." Li Guang's little fox raised his big sleeves and arched: "Elder Sister orders."

"Bring that reporter over here." Aliya gently placed the paper in her hand on the table, her chin raised slightly.

All of a sudden, the ordinary young girl looked disdainful and murderous, like a master and overlord with a million troops in his hands.

Bichi reporter's throat rolled, subconsciously looked at the cute little Liguang, then at Alia, and couldn't help reminding.

"Well...if the other party is throwing dirty water...do you want to let the more professional one go?"

More professional (×)

At least like someone who can catch people (√)

Splashing dirty water is not a treat for dinner, people are putting a shit bowl on your head, isn't it right for you to 'invite' them.

When the time comes, there will be another global live broadcast, that is, the yellow mud will fall into the crotch, and it will fly if it is not flying.

This is also one of the main reasons why local officials still show great tolerance for the appearance of nonsense foreign journalists in many areas.

After all, whether it was then or now, the uncrowned king who mastered the words could still stir up some subtle waves.

"I know, so I didn't let Si Yue go, she belongs to TPC, so it's not suitable."

Can Alicia not understand this?

She didn't even send out better and more powerful members of the Divine Grace Fleet in the first place, because she felt that someone was digging a hole for her.

It doesn't matter if you invite your own people to let Moli Niuzi go, but if you invite outsiders, you have to let the little Taoist Li Guang who has nothing to do with you go.

As for whether he will not be invited - unless the other party is an individual that surpasses the prince of a different species, he will wait to be captured by the little sword fairy.

Aliya suppressed her killing intent, picked up her tea cup and took a sip: "Drink tea, I don't know if this tea is good or not, it's a gift from a friend."

The little rookie was a little heartless, thinking that since she told the person she knew, she had fulfilled her duty.

This curious girl who has been chasing the news for many years took a sip of the dazzling Tianbian tea cup, and exhaled hot air: "Mmm, it's delicious!"

The Bichi reporter was mature and prudent, and carefully brushed up his presence: "If there is something that needs us, just say it."

Although she didn't understand that everyone is 20 years old, the other party may be at 21 o'clock, and she is only over 100 months old, how can the other party be so aggressive and cool.

But since the other party is a big boss, then he must show his value, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of money to contribute.

Aliya raised her eyelids: "I'm quite curious, how did you guess that it was splashing dirty water?"

"I asked my colleagues in the International News Department. They have been paying attention to the major news platforms. There is no reason for a large-scale maritime accident, but there is no news at all, so this is either because someone got the first-hand news and suppressed it. , ready to do something, or..."

The latter guess was too bold, and she instinctively didn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it—or someone deliberately caused the accident.

The country has been peaceful for many years, and even gives people an illusion that the whole world is at peace, but in fact the international situation is turbulent, and nothing is unusual.

Although the Bichi reporter felt that it would be too insane for someone to take the initiative to create disasters just to splash dirty water, but it seems that for some existences, mere human life is really not the details they care about, and she herself knows what she shares. Love is nothing to careerists.

As long as careerists have a little bit of empathy, they won't become the villain's reserve team without a bottom line.

Aliya tapped the table with her fingertips, thoughtfully: "Do you think that an accident can pour dirty water on me?"

"One accident is not enough, but one accident is just the beginning?" Bitchi reporter pursed his lips, speculating all this with the greatest malice: "Many times people don't need a reason, they just need a label... friendly alien world civilization and With malicious alien civilizations, sometimes the difference may be that they accidentally ran over to kill a poor pet dog."

"You guessed it right, there should have been an accident before, and the accident was man-made - we clearly knew that there was an accident, but we didn't receive any accident notification from the ship, and everything seemed normal. set."

If it is a coincidence that my mother's strange encounter is a coincidence, then this coincidence can coincidentally lead to a reporter who is hundreds of nautical miles away and made a prophetic press release, which is a bit too insulting to the IQ of everyone on the protagonist's side up.

Aliya picked up the teacup. If she guessed correctly, she would probably be able to receive the rescue information request from the sea immediately.

TPC's sea rescue force is insufficient, and the XIG air base is currently the only ultra-large mobile platform, but its speed is too slow.

A kind-hearted TPC commander, a kind-hearted leader of another world civilization who will rescue civilians, will inevitably rescue accidents and disasters at sea, so her best choice is to take advantage of this time to increase her friendliness and send her strange subordinates In the past, such as giant dragons, flying battleships, and even angels.

When the time comes to artificially create a "blood case caused by them" in front of the whole world, and then expose it to everyone, believe it or not, there will be a thorn in it.

It takes many years and many people to build trust, but it may only take one piece of fake news that looks real to destroy it.

And if we dig deeper, we can create more dilemmas of "good people have to be pointed at guns". As long as Alia is a good person, she must be restrained.

The Bichi reporter didn't know what Alia was going to do. The best way was to ignore this matter completely, and let the normal process go on normally.

But this seems a bit aggrieved - even a person like her, who has only met the other party a few times, can see the domineering temperament of the girl in front of her.

To put it bluntly, it means being brave and diligent. To put it bluntly, to describe it as low emotional intelligence, it is unbearable, and it is definitely a stubborn temper.

Even if this kind of person sees a trap in front of him, he will step on it, step on the trap to pieces and move on, instead of avoiding it honestly...

Little Aunt Li Guang returned faster than everyone expected. She flew in from the window sill while stepping on the sword box, and threw a tied guy to the ground.

It was a blond female reporter, struggling constantly on the ground, angrily spouting all kinds of curse words that would be silenced.

In the final analysis, the people present were too intimidating, but if there were a few muscular men here, she would not be able to intensify this anger.

Aliya waved her hand: "Relax, I told you to hire someone, it's impolite."

"Li Guang knew he was wrong." Xiao Li Guang raised his hand, and a silver light swept across and cut all the ropes.

Well, what Eldest Sister means is that next time she gags her mouth up, it is really impolite to be disrespectful in front of Eldest Sister.

The blond female reporter got up and pointed at Alia and scolded her. At the same time, she was about to take out her mobile phone to take pictures.

Aliya ignored her, the phone in the latter's hand flickered with electric sparks, the screen went black, and a puff of white smoke came out from the back.

"5 bugs, 3 miniature cameras, 12 positioning devices, two of which are powered by bioelectricity, which should be implanted in the body, in addition, there is a full-band voice directly connected to the satellite Recording device, I have no way to investigate the connection side of this recording device, the other party uses a single line. 』

For Nu Wa, all electronic devices are transparent, and in his eyes, it is almost like opening a full picture hanging.

The female reporter thought she was fishing, but she didn't know that she was also one of the baits. The other party had already planned to use her as a tool.

"So picking up this manuscript was intentional?"

『No, it should be an accident—but there is a written press release in her mailbox. Even if the manuscript hadn’t been lost this time, you should have noticed her after the news was released. 』

"Oh, she was the bait at that time..."

This wave, this wave is that Alia, a big fish, does not play according to the routine.

The sea accident that made the nest did not eat, and the female reporter on the hook did not eat, and in turn directly dragged the other party's fishing rod into the water.

"After all, who is the benefactor behind you?" Alia was very kind: "BCB is stupid, but it's not stupid enough to provoke me directly, right?"

BCB is a British semi-state-owned company, and the British royal family also owns part of the shares.

They can disgust others every day, but whether it is the British royal family or the Red Dragon Queen, who is now the patron saint of the royal family, they will not be stupid to come to hate Alia. Arya's goal leads to Britain.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, they are really stupid...

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The female reporter's eyes flickered for a moment, and her tone weakened a little: "You guys are illegally detaining me! Let me go!"

The other party also speaks Mandarin fluently, which is the origin of her status as "the BCB field reporter who knows the Asia-Pacific region best".

These days, if you can speak a few half-baked foreign languages, and then do a little more work, you can pretend to be a diplomat.

She only chooses to be a reporter and is even a bit humble-those so-called bricks probably don’t know as many foreign languages ​​as she does, at least this accent Alia can understand.

"Your press release, who is so powerful, the prophet gave you?"

"I said, I didn't know you were talking about—"

"Bang——" with a soft sound, Aliya slapped a metal object on the table.

It was a pistol with a slightly exaggerated caliber, and it also had a small pendant hanging on it, with a girlish cherry blossom powder coating.

Well, the new skin that did not appear in the game is limited to autumn cherry blossoms. Girls should look like girls, even if they are cute little helpers, they should be pink and cute.

"You think this will—"

"boom----"

With a gunshot, Aliya picked up the gun in her hand and directly opened a bloody hole in her thigh without raising the tip. The scene was extremely bloody for a while.

The pink and cute appearance is all black when cut - the lives of thousands of people on such two huge ships are just press releases in the eyes of the other party, and this shot is not wrong.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

She was screaming, the bitch reporter was also screaming, the little rookie widened her eyes, looked at Alia, then at the bloody scene, her face turned pale.

Then there was an urge to take out my phone and record it...

The Bichi reporter stared at her, and Hao Xuan held her down, this silly boy—can these things be written down? !forget!Didn't see anything!

She even regretted that she came here to contribute. She didn't expect this person to be so cruel, and she might be silenced soon...

"Rubber bullets, weaken the charge, otherwise half of your body will be broken after this shot."

The little helper couldn't kill her with one shot, and the African elephant shed tears of resentment when he heard about it.

Aliya put down the gun: "I don't want to ask for the third time, who gave you the press release?"

The female reporter was still screaming, her face covered with snot and tears, and she was rolling on the ground hugging her thigh.

Aliya looked up at the ceiling, smacked her lips, looking tired.

"Why do you take it for granted when you do bad things, and why are you able to cry so sadly when others do the same to you?"

As she spoke, she picked up the gun, unloaded the magazine in front of everyone, and reloaded a red crystal bullet that looked very powerful.

In the eyes of the female reporter who couldn't help looking over while crying, Alia swung the magazine and pointed the gun at her head.

"Good people have to be pointed at by guns, but have you ever thought that good people also have guns in their hands?"

"me……"

"Click-"

The magazine turned one notch, and there was a crisp sound of metal machine guns colliding, which made people's hearts jump.

"Ah! Ahhh! I don't know—I don't know!" The female reporter wailed and cried with her eyes closed, her voice hoarse.

"You know what I want to hear, how many more chances do you have?"

Aliya squeezed the trigger blankly, and it clicked again.

"I said—I, I can't say... woo woo... They kidnapped my child..."

"... Nu Wa?"

"It cannot be falsified. The last information trace left by her child was 48 hours ago. It will take a certain amount of time and computing power to inquire about it. 』