After Becoming a Little Sister

"Do you know where this is—"

It's nothing more than someone blocking the door outside, and it can be regarded as ignorant.

But what is this kind of bastard who dares to barge in directly with an axe? !

The operator of Gyeongbokgung Palace directly lifted up his suit, drew his gun and pointed at her with a fierce aura.

"boom--------"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the entire wall beside Mrs. Jin was blasted apart, and the turbulent air wave engulfed the collapsing bricks and stones and splashed them out like cannonballs.

Those Gyeongbokgung Palace operatives who stood up and yelled just now were thrown away by this sudden round of rubble.

"Cough, cough cough... profiteer, agreed to use high-speed explosives for blasting... bah——"

A taoist nun with a plump body like a ripe peach waved her sleeves to fan the dust, and came in through the hole one person tall in a slightly embarrassed way: "I...cough cough, where is this?"

The people who were far away stared dumbfounded at the completely broken wall, and then turned their eyes to the Taoist nun who brazenly used explosives to break through the wall, and couldn't turn his head for a while.

what happened?

who am I?

Where is this place?

"So many people?" Taoist Fengyu took out her phone and looked at the navigation map: "It should be right... But why isn't this a weapon arsenal? Damn, this profiteer not only gave me fake explosives, but even a map fake?"

Mrs. Jin turned her head to look at the companion who had just arrived beside her: "Mr. Wan?"

"Ms. Jin?" Wan Guizhen shook hands with her, shaking her up and down vigorously: "I've heard about your name for a long time! Mrs. Jin in Beidi, the main reason is that I heard that your family is very rich. I'll treat you tonight. You pay the bill and everyone won't get drunk." Not return!"

"You, you!" An older middle-aged Gyeongbokgung Palace clerk widened his eyes, pointing at the plump nun's hands that were trembling: "It's you!"

"What is me?" The plump Taoist sized this guy up and down, and said displeasedly, "What do you mean, it's rude..."

As she spoke, she took out a few directional mines from the box she was dragging, and began to deploy them as if no one was there—just like that, in the other party's lair, in front of the other party's face, directly inserted directly on the other party's door.

Blocking!Door!

Someone moved his finger and wanted to shoot, but the veteran operator next to him pressed it down with cold sweat.

Their hands are shaking...

"I know you... I didn't expect it to be you..."

"Oh, you know me? I didn't expect to be an old acquaintance."

The plump Taoist inserted a few directional mines, then clapped her hands and stood up, grinning: "That's good, let your radicals come out? I'll talk to him about the past, and by the way—"

When the plump Taoist nun spoke, her tone suddenly turned cold, and her expression became gloomy: "He dared to allow the bastards under his hands to abduct and sell the children of our Republic. What does that mean? When I am dead in the ninth game?!"

In the next second, the ear-piercing sound of the countdown to the bomb, resounding through the Gyeongbokgung Palace's internal broadcast, resounded throughout the office.

"Countdown to detonation, 25 minutes..."

"I forgot to tell you guys, I just walked around and pretended to be some greetings." Spreading his hands, Wan Guizhen said lightly: "If you don't give me an explanation today, no one will go out, whoever goes out will die, Like this—”

At the same time as she spread her hands, a vehicle that could be glimpsed from the office of Gyeongbokgung Palace was driving out along the wide square, but the moment it passed through the retractable fence door, it turned into a huge vehicle. fireball.

Thick smoke mixed with fireworks soared into the sky. Those protesting people blocking the gate of Gyeongbokgung Palace were frightened into silence for a moment, but then they continued to wave flags and banners as if they hadn’t seen anything, and began to scold them for polluting Atmospheric, random incineration of garbage.

"I will do what I say, no kidding, don't talk about your radicals today, even if Li Shunchen, the chief of Gyeongbokgung Palace, is here, I will take it for granted." Fengyu Daoist said so, and took out a gunpowder, After turning it around in his hand, he put it on his shoulder, and squinted at Mrs. Jin beside him: "Using an ax is so old-fashioned?"

"It came in a hurry, the goods haven't arrived yet, and the ax is easy to use, so that's it." Mrs. Jin smiled: "Anyway, they don't dare to use their guns, a bunch of bullying things..."

It would be better to say that it is better to shoot, whoever shoots first will suffer.

The veteran operator exhaled the breath with great difficulty, and his voice murmured——

"Boundary Monument... Wanguizhen..."

"Hey, what's wrong with me? Have you eaten yet?"

"..."

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Chapter 895 0878-Yellow-faced Nanbang, two flowers, two flowers (for reward 4/4

The girl in the black suit didn't know that things had changed.

For example, President Sansang found out that someone was going to stab the eldest son in the back through his placement in the official hands, so he chose to avoid it.

In other words, the white-clothed Taoist planted the Sansang chaebol's manpower, knowing that the president Sansang wanted to avoid the backstab case, so she chose to fine-tune.

What's more, Mrs. Jin from the Northland and Wan Guizhen from the Ninth Bureau launched an attack at the same time. Using a false excuse that I haven't figured out yet, they directly attacked the Busan branch of Gyeongbokgung Palace, scaring even the chief of their branch. dare not show up.

What do you show up for?Be an angry bellows mouse?

Does the Busan branch have the right to directly initiate a direct confrontation with the Ninth Bureau, or is it capable of killing Wan Guizhen here, leaving everyone speechless?

Since it can't be done, it can only be cowardly, just like when the Xuanpao tyrant attacked Gao Tianyuan's mountain gate, in the dark world, a big fist is justice, and justice that makes sense is even more unscrupulous when wielded. Before the incident of "Is there someone abducting and trafficking children from the Republic in Gyeongbokgung Palace?", the Busan branch most likely played dead and delayed the matter.

It's like their officials also like to delay things, leaving the problem to the opponent to take over to solve it. It should be solved well. If it can't be solved well, it's their mistake. It's their fault. They have to come down and apologize and replace them Going up—although it was nothing more than continuing to delay after changing them up.

It’s not that Nanbang has never produced a head of state who doesn’t like procrastination. For example, Lawyer Lu back then even bowed his head and apologized to Zongzheng, a religious force, in exchange for the advancement of national-level projects. He even wanted to break away from Millikin’s control at that time. , maintain the independence of national defense of the South Bang, reach a consensus with the North Bang on peace talks, suppress the chaebols, open up domestic channels for advancement, break the regional discrimination and use talents without sticking to one pattern, and completely get rid of the authoritarianism of internal personnel appointments—for example, choose a person who is really familiar with The director of the cultural department acts as the head of the relevant department.

Director Li Cangdong even drove his own car on the first day of his appointment. He completely missed the special car that came to pick him up because he didn't understand the official procedures, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. After taking a special car, you need to hand over your car to a special person and drive back." After the reply, why is it so complicated?

Anyway, there are cars, so why not use the special car for those who need it, and everyone just take my car and go?

The chief of a state-level department then drove into the Blue House with his subordinates and his own driver in a car.

Many reporters originally planned to film the performance of a director when he was appointed as a state-level official, so they saw such an interesting scene-this kind of spectacle is probably the first in Nanbang, a seemingly civilized country with many rules. for the first time.

But it's a pity that at that time, it happened to be the rising period of the chaebol power, and when Millikin's hegemony was in full swing, even the Ninth Bureau hadn't completely perfected the structure. , This kind of situation where there are strong enemies inside but no strong support from outside makes Lawyer Lu's idealism come to naught.

Those things that he chose to do in a down-to-earth manner and no longer procrastinate, have been forced to procrastinate until now.

The Gyeongbokgung Palace is powerful, the Sansang chaebol is powerful, the official discourse power is declining, and even justice cannot see the light.

Stepping into this bar, you will be greeted by a rotten heat wave—the surging crowd seems to be limited to the people on the dance floor outside, and many people in the booth are still looking out, or they are with their companions. They looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

There are gangsters gushing out from the deepest part of the world, and there are also gangsters in suits with fierce faces, who almost have a logo of "I am the leader" carved on their foreheads. The existence of such a template is too templated, so that girls in black suits can't even mention it. Interested in finding fault with them.

The khaki-colored sister-in-law showed her INS badge to a group of gangsters who were looking over, saying that she was an investigator from the National Intelligence Service: "I heard that there was a murder here. Where is the victim?"

A small leader squinted over, rolled his eyes twice in disdain, turned from the faces of the group of people, swept them again, and finally turned his head and spit thick phlegm on the ground: "No, sir, you may be Wrong place, we don't have any murders here..."

Just kidding, call the police if something goes wrong, what kind of evil forces are they?

The only blame is that the khaki-colored Yujie thinks too high of Nanbang's overall rank, and thinks that someone else set up a trick to introduce them and cover them up.

Facts have proved that let alone setting up a bureau, they probably didn't figure out what happened...

That kind of strict control, unobstructed information, and extremely domineering gameplay can only be done by a big country.

Not to mention framing and the like—compared to the official side of the book, they did a little better, at least they were able to arrive in time to send a certain little white flower in for a while, and even alarmed the cloud father group .

Facing the disdain of the little boss, the khaki-colored sister Yu didn't change her face, and directly took out a pistol from her arms and pointed it at him: "I'm on a special mission now, and I have the right to attack suspected targets. Let me ask you again, victim Where—if you refuse to cooperate, I have reason to suspect that you are involved in the murder."

"..." The little leader in a baggy gray suit saw the other party pull out a gun, his expression changed, the expression of stinginess on his face restrained a little, and he raised his hand in a very cooperative manner: "This sir , although I really want to cooperate with you, but I really don't know where there are any victims—"

The girl in the black suit rubbed her nose and said in a low voice, "The smell of blood is almost overflowing, I guess they are moving people out."

From their point of view, this is in line with their rules of survival - if a murder really happened, no matter who involved them or not, this place must be investigated, and this kind of place has never been used at all. I can't afford to investigate, if you want to investigate, you can catch one.

Especially their other strongholds have been washed by the down jacket woman's blood. It is a time when they are highly nervous. They may think that the person who hurt the person is the down jacket woman. Out of that devilish woman.

As for the victim, most likely the injured person or corpse was transported out first, and they were dealt with in a nearby alley corner before calling the police.

As for whether they will destroy the scene, they are not official people, so naturally they have no intention of punishing evil and promoting good - at most, they will find out who has the audacity to hurt people on their territory, but that is also the scope of personal enmity.

The khaki-colored elder sister's expression became slightly indifferent, and her eyes became sharper.

The little boss rolled his throat, but he knew it was not time to show weakness, not to mention that a gentleman can bully him. Facing these officials, he knew that even if he was sloppy, he would just be caught and sit on the bench. What a big deal it is ?

Holding on to his aura, the little boss asked the people on the left and right: "Do you know where there are victims? Did you fight or hit someone with a wine bottle? It can't be stabbed directly with a knife, hahahahahaha !"

Accompanied by his laughter, the people behind him also laughed, looking unscrupulous.

The girl in the black suit put on the translator, with a kind expression on her face: "I said, do you know where there are little girls who sell it? It's about this high."

She gestured to her waist-high figure, indicating that what she wanted was a child.

The little boss's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed a little, his unscrupulous expression sank, and he even lowered his raised hands: "Oh... so the two investigators were not here for the so-called murder case." Ah... child? What child?"

He leaned forward slightly, and showed a disgusting and condescending smile to the girl in black suit who was asking him the question: "Your sister? Or your daughter? Although we don't know where there is any child, if it is a beautiful lady like you, Then I will definitely like it very much... It would be the best if it was your daughter, but I don't know who the father of the child will be—it can't be me, right?"

The girl in the black suit rubbed her chin, her face changed a lot: "Although your appearance is ordinary, you are actually quite interesting on the inside. This kind of mocking line is not something that an ordinary NPC can come up with... "

"Hehe, I don't even know what you're talking about." The little boss glanced behind him, and someone nodded at him, so he stepped aside generously: "Here, go and check, you can't find anything If not, then I will sue you—show me your documents!"

"I don't have any documents." The girl in the black suit smiled, and casually grabbed a bottle of beer on the wine table next to her, and gently reached out with her other hand to hook the little boss' tie. She pinched the middle part and shook it gently, with a graceful posture: "How about I buy you a glass of wine?"

"... Tch." The little boss first sneered, then shook his head with a disappointed look: "You people, when it comes to complaints-"

"boom----"

The wine bottle twirled in the hands of the girl in the black suit, and directly exploded into a ball of snowflakes on the head of the little boss.

The shot of wine was mixed with glass shards, and the dull explosion sounded like a dropped cannon. All the young people were stunned on the spot for a while.

Casually inserted the half of the wine bottle into the back of the opponent's hand, the sharp glass stubble pierced his palm, and firmly nailed it to the top of the backrest of the sofa next to him. The girl in the black suit pulled his tie and pulled it completely Get up: "Now there have been injuries here, some people are fighting, hitting people with wine bottles, and even stabbing people with broken wine bottles-so I want to investigate here, do you have any opinions?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

A tragic howl came from the little boss's mouth, followed by all kinds of painful abuse. It's a pity that Nu Wa didn't help the girl in the black suit translate these words. The only thing she could understand was 'Ah Xiba——' the modal particle.

The girl in the black suit sighed, casually grabbed the wine basket next to her, and grabbed the neatly stacked beer inside.

Then it hit the little boss's mouth horizontally——

"Axi!"

"boom----"

"Ashi, right?"

"boom----"