After Becoming a Little Sister

"Assie-"

"boom----"

"I let you!"

"boom----"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"boom--------"

In the end, the whole wine basket of glass handicrafts was picked up and smashed on the head of this little boss. Accompanied by the sound of glass shards or teeth falling from his body, and the blood foaming from his mouth, that The girl in the black suit let out a sigh of relief, swept away the crumbs on her body and hands, and turned her head to show a bright smile at the minions who were facing the enemy——

"Now there is another case of intentional injury. The victim's teeth were all smashed. It's really terrible... So I want to investigate, do you have any opinions?"

As she said that, she took out her little helper and put it directly on the head of the little boss: "Everyone, put your hands on your head and squat against the wall, otherwise I don't guarantee that there will be many more vicious wounding incidents, because The murderer is really too cruel..."

The little boss was paralyzed with unknown life or death, unable to respond at all.

The minions gathered in a group and stood at the edge of the dance floor to confront them, the forehead of the person in the front was covered with cold sweat.

Just when the girl in the black suit turned cold again, the crowd was separated, and a man who looked like a big boss came out from behind them.

"...Miss Investigator, I think you should give me an explanation."

The big boss with gloomy eyes stared at the little boss who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Explanation?" The girl in the black suit loosened the tie of the little boss, let him slump on the ground like a slime and twitched slightly, raised her hand and waved to a little guy next to her, "Come on, come here."

The boy with the baseball bat in his hand froze, subconsciously looked at his boss, then at the girl in the black suit, not knowing what to do.

"Since Miss Investigator let you go, you are obedient." The big boss seemed to have enough time, staring into the eyes of the girl in a black suit: "I also know some friends in the National Intelligence Service, and there are a few members of Congress. I think today's They will be on the side of reason, don't you think?"

"I think you're right." Taking the solid wood baseball bat from the stiff, rusty robot, the girl in the black suit fumbled around her pockets: "Who can lend me a pen? "

"...Find her a pen—but if you finish the performance and don't give me an explanation, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out so easily."

"Ah, thank you." After taking the pen from another young man, the girl in black suit thanked him very politely, signed the name of the flamboyant [Uesugi Tatsuya] on the baseball bat, and then looked up Looking at the big boss: "Do you like playing baseball?"

"...What?" The big boss didn't respond a bit: "Baseball?"

His mind was still thinking about scenes like "secret gangster transactions at the baseball field" or "secret conversations with dignitaries at the golf course", but in the next second, he saw a stream of light gradually enlarge in the reflection of his pupils, and finally enveloped the entire field of vision.

"Boom———"

Accompanied by an incomparably solid muffled sound, the big boss was thrown backwards by the whistling baseball bat. The sound of the bridge of his nose breaking and the marks of his cheeks being sunken proved this fact. How terrifying is the force of a baseball bat flying.

The girl in the black suit shrugged her shoulders, took out her gun and pointed at the young man next to him who brought the baseball bat: "Why did you attack your boss?"

"..."

"Say!"

"I, I didn't! It's obviously you!"

"Then do you want to check the fingerprints on the baseball bat?" The girl in the black suit gestured to her gloves: "I now suspect that you attacked poor innocent citizens in front of me, put your head in your hands, and squatted against the wall, otherwise I have the right to shoot."

Xiao Luo's lips turned white, and he was trembling with anger, but facing the cold muzzle and cold eyes, he could only hold his head in his hands in humiliation, and squatted down slowly.

Among the group of minions who confronted them, some were holding iron rods or seats, and some were holding wine bottles.

But after seeing the girl in black suit pretending to be a horse, several young people silently put down the wine bottle in their hands, and chose to hold something else in their hands—they felt that they were holding another wine bottle in front of her If you stand still, you might become the first murderer to attack the little boss...

"Look, you guys are really disappointing, your humanity is devastated, your morals are degraded, and you attack your boss like a bastard in front of me, tsk tsk tsk."

The girl in the black suit had a look of resentment, and then glanced coldly at the leaderless gangsters: "Now, whoever wants to be a victim can stand up—next!"

"..." The little guys looked at each other for a while, and subconsciously took half a step back.

"Is it gone? Why don't you do what I said before?" The girl in the black suit twisted her neck: "Two other people come here and wash the floor here. What do so many glass shards look like..."

"..."

……

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"It's really outrageous to have so much rubbish."

Wan Guizhen huddled sideways behind the iron gate of a warehouse, heartbroken: "Gyeongbokgung Palace was still able to fight back then..."

During the heyday of Gyeongbokgung Palace, the chiefs of the various departments of Gyeongbokgung Palace headed by Li Shunchen had the fighting power not inferior to any A-level executive officer of the Dark World Organization—whether they used guns or other weapons. The ability to kill.

Nanbangcai returned to the dish, but at any rate, it is also the existence of the Asia-Pacific monster room, and it is also a small overlord in other regions.

But I didn't expect that Gyeongbokgung Palace would fall like this in less than two generations.

Hearing all kinds of choruses coming from outside the iron gate and the tinkling sound of small pistols striking iron, Wan Guizhen yawned: "If I had known they were so weak, I wouldn't have come, and went directly to their headquarters in Seoul." How nice—that old fellow Li Shunchen isn't dead yet, so I think he can play for a while longer."

Although it has the same pronunciation as Li Sun-shin, the most famous general boasted by Nanbang, Li Sun-shin of Gyeongbokgung Palace obviously has no experience in leading troops and management. He has to bear the main responsibility for the corruption of Gyeongbokgung Palace to its current domineering appearance. , I want to apologize to the people of Nanbang.

If someone beats you to your house, you can't even fight back. Isn't it embarrassing?

Mrs. Jin looked at her watch: "It's almost time, I should go back."

"You don't play anymore?"

"Stop playing, it's boring." Mrs. Jin swung the axe. The heavy fire ax was as light as a toy in her hand. On the wall, a Gyeongbokgung Palace cadre who was close to the body behind the wall was smashed to the ground, and a passage to get out was also broken.

"They really didn't prepare for heavy firepower. It's really not as good as one session, just—who?!"

In the middle of Wan Guizhen's speech, he suddenly burst into a loud voice, took out a cannon from his big sleeve, and shot at the wall next to him without saying a word.

"boom---"

Accompanied by the sound of the gunshot and the broken bricks that exploded on the wall, a figure bent its knees and broke through the wall, rushing in from outside the wall with just such a knee bump.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the other party's steady footsteps trampled on the ground with a "rustling—" sound, and a tall figure appeared in front of the plump Taoist nun and Mrs. Jin.

A man—it was a tall man in traditional taekwondo uniform with a black belt around his waist.

"...Caoxi Zongzongzheng?" The plump Taoist frowned, and slowly lowered the gunpowder in her hand: "Why are you here?"

"This question should be answered by Your Excellency." The man glanced over like lightning: "Why did the boundary marker of Bureau Nine appear in my branch of Jingfu Palace?"

"Guess?" The plump Taoist smiled, and then suddenly raised the shotgun and fired a shot——

"boom----"

While she was raising the gun, the tall man slid sideways, dodged the oncoming deer bullets with treacherous steps, and shortened the distance between the two sides in an instant, stepped on his feet and turned with a sharp side kick like a giant Attack like an axe.

Wan Guizhen grinned, he didn't know what he was laughing at, and the hailspray in his hand turned around and aimed at the opponent's waist.

However, before she could shoot, the iron door behind her was suddenly smashed open by something, and a huge black figure rushed in with a dull roar of the engine, smashing the iron door that had withstood the pistol bullets for a long time. Half of the doorpost of the warehouse collapsed directly.

The plump Taoist rolls and dodges the sudden impact, but she can't continue to shoot Zongzheng of the Caoxi Sect. Instead, she is kicked at the waist by the opponent, and her whole body is kicked away. .

Grinning her teeth, the plump nun rubbed her side waist: "I haven't done it for a long time, and my skills are rusty... Besides, I take back what I said before, there are still a few good little guys in Gyeongbokgung Palace, can you-huh? why you?"

A man dressed as a priest jumped out of the truck and pulled out two revolvers from his waist: "Why can't it be me? Long time no see, Ms. Wan who doesn't believe in God."

"Actually, I believe it. I don't need money anyway. It doesn't matter how much I believe." The plump Taoist shrugged: "Okay, here are two of the eight radicals, and they are the two most able to fight. Let me see how much money you have over the years." Why didn’t you make progress—Li Shunchen didn’t come?”

"To deal with you, the chief naturally doesn't have to come in person."

"Is it because I haven't come out for so many years that you think I'm getting old, or is it because you are too inflated and think that Gyeongbokgung Palace can be stronger than me in nine rounds?"

The plump nun tilted her head and looked at the priest, wondering, "I remember that you knelt down and begged for mercy, so I didn't shoot your head off. How old were you at that time? 15 or 16? Why are you now? How dare you jump in front of me like this?"

"You don't understand the power of technology, you don't understand." The pastor showed a proud smile: "I am not what I was back then, and you are not what you were back then. The three major advisors of the Republic are destined to become two Big - there won't even be one in the future!"

As he said that, he straightened his back, as if he had been drugged, and let out a slightly painful muffled sound.

And with his movements, the priest's robes that fit him well seemed to be filled with inflated balloons, stretching out the contours of his muscles—the bulging power felt through his body He came out, making him look like a muscular weirdo in a flash.

"Power...this feeling..." After the pain was over, the pastor let out an intoxicated croon: "This is the power of technology, it is the grace of God..."

"So the God you're talking about, will He watch short videos?"

A voice sounded behind him, and at the same time there was the sound of an ax breaking the wind.

"boom----"

The priest frowned sharply, sideways avoiding the edge of the axe.

But the blade of the ax gleaming with cold light still brushed against the tip of his nose, bringing up a thin line of blood—then hit the ground, cutting off the tip of his shoe, and split a deep hole on the ground Gaps, the flying stones hit his priest robes and opened several cracks.

Madam Jin picked up the ax and stepped out slowly from the darkness: "It doesn't look like..."

Wan Gui, who was next to him, asked curiously, "Why does God watch short videos?"

"I saw his previous changes and thought it was to inflate the balloon inside the clothes. I saw this performance in a short video before."

"Why does it sound so familiar... cat and mouse?"

"Perhaps so."

"Heh, he's not as powerful as Tom, it's just a biotechnology that went the wrong way. It's probably because of the fruitless experiments they cooperated with the Broken Cross-now these young people, don't take the good road, You have to take the trail..."

"Who are you?" Muscle Priest stared at Mrs. Jin.

Mrs. Jin held the fire ax and raised her chin: "Which answer do you want to hear about this question?"

"..." The muscular priest narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand.

The bloodstain was accompanied by a slight stabbing pain, telling him that if he hadn't dodged quickly before, the ax was enough to split him in two from the middle.

"The Republic has no ax masters, are you Russian?"

"Nonsense, I'm a serious republican with a Russian residence permit."

Mrs. Jin paused the ax in her hand with the handle of the ax: "As for this thing, I haven't practiced much. In the temple, the senior sister was in charge of carrying water, I was in charge of chopping firewood, and my junior sister was in charge of lighting the fire. I can only say It's still handy to use...you are better than wood, but that's all."

Who would have thought?There are three obasan enlightenment weapons in Huanxiguan, one is a shoulder pole, the other is a wood chopping axe, and the other is a fire stick.

And the derived ones are one for strength training, one for arms training, and one for using swords—the natural power of Mingyue Tianya, the iron fist of Mrs. Jin, and the light and soft sword of Taoist nun in white. Click on the path you choose.

The muscular priest's expression changed again and again, first he was a little puzzled, then realized, and finally there was a flash of humiliation, as if a soy sauce shop was opened on his face, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea seemed to come to a water and land dojo.

humiliation!Naked humiliation!

He snorted coldly: "It seems that we have nothing to talk about—won't come out yet? Leave them all here today!"

The last figure squeezed in from the direction of the iron gate not far away, and said imposingly: "I heard that someone was looking for me before? Is it you? Mrs. Jin?"

"Mrs. Jin?" The muscular pastor whispered, "Who is she?"

"It's just the leader of the gang..." The imposing man raised his chin in disdain, and raised his voice: "There are three of us here, you two, you should know how to do such a simple algorithm?"