After Becoming a Little Sister

"A radical from the Busan branch, a radical from Gyeongsangdo, and Zongzheng from the Jogye sect, do you want to say that?" Wan Gui really looked at this guy leisurely: "Before we put your Busan branch The whole thing is about to be smashed, and you can’t even hide, are you waiting for someone?”

One or two people broke into other people's branch offices to wreak havoc, which is called smashing the scene to scare them.

And a group of people directly attacking their branch, this is called starting a war - the other party is sure that Wan Guizhen and the others have no intention of starting a war, they just want to smash the situation, and there are not many so-called reinforcements that will hinder them from leaving quickly, so they will Delay until the arrival of the masters, and prepare to take them down in a way that can save face.

Although they don't seem to have any heavy firepower configuration, they are not at the same level as the impenetrable defensive base of the Ninth Bureau...

"Three to two?" Mrs. Jin looked around suspiciously: "I only saw two to two."

"..." The imposing man's expression froze, and then his tone turned bad: "Madam Jin, are you humiliating me?"

"I didn't even mention my name, so you know I'm humiliating you?" Mrs. Jin chuckled, showing the charm of a beautiful woman: "It's been a long time since I heard such an authentic Soviet joke..."

"Don't talk so much nonsense." Zongzheng of Caoxi Sect tightened his black belt, and said in a deep voice, "Take them down and we'll talk about it."

"I said it was two to two!" Wan Guizhen raised his gun and shot at the majestic Busan radical: "Then cut you off first!"

At the same time, Mrs. Jin also dragged a fire ax and shot out like a cheetah, heading straight for the Busan radical. The strong wind pulls straight—

"Presumptuous!" The muscular priest shouted loudly, raising his gun to kill this daring guy on the spot.

Although it's a pity to kill him, but if you act quickly, you may still be able to take advantage of the heat...

But as soon as he raised his hand, he felt that the ax once again struck from bottom to top with a flickering cold light. Mrs. Jin's movements were much faster than he expected, and the force it erupted was even more terrifying.

Is this the gang leader?

What is the purgatory of the gray area of ​​​​the Republic? !

Caught off guard, the muscular priest could only twist his body hastily, but before he had time to adjust his figure, a ghostly shadow appeared behind him: "Little guy, you called me sister back then~"

Fortunately, the plump Taoist nun just frightened him, because Zongzong Caoxi behind her also pressed over, and a taekwondo knee bump really showed an extremely fierce demeanor, even Wan Guizhen secretly applauded.

Then she turned around and was pushed back with a fierce knee bump——

"Boom—"

A dull pop sounded between the hems of both sides' clothes, and the squeezed air shot out from the touching knees of the two sides, washing the trousers and the skirts of the Taoist robes and dancing, Cao Xizong's Zongzheng expression suddenly changed, but the plump Taoist nun But he just let out a laugh with a 'ha--', the knee bump on the top was changed to a lunge step forward, he twisted his waist and then threw out a heavy punch--

"you--"

After the heavy punch, there was an attack that fell like thunder. The circular arc drawn by the fist and foot swept away all the floating dust around, and the fluttering sleeves swept out with fierce force, forcibly in front of Zongzheng of Cao Xizong. A bloody mouth was cut open, and the seeping blood flowed down, wet his sword eyebrows.

"is not it--"

Obviously taekwondo puts the most emphasis on leg work, but in front of the plump Taoist nun, Zongzheng, the majestic Caoxi sect, couldn't even stretch his legs. The plantain-like fists and feet seem to be quick and light, but every time they touch the hands, there is an illusion that the opponent is wielding a hammer and iron chisel to chisel the stone tablet.

"forget--"

Accompanied by the muscular priest behind him turning over and landing on the ground, he pushed Zongzong Cao Xi out five or six meters away. The heavy material wooden box was swept down the middle into flying stubble sawdust, and then turned around like an epiphyllum blooming in the dark night, and lifted his own Peace Defender Gunpowder from his waist, raising his hands horizontally, one left and one right——

"My code name!!"

"boom------"

"boom---------"

Caught off guard, the muscular priest who had just raised his hand and Zong Zongzheng Cao Xi who had just stabilized his figure both flew backward amidst the loud noise as if struck by lightning.

The plump Taoist nun's skirt that stood there slowly fell down, and the gun of the Peace Defender in her hand still had smoke rising from its muzzle.

And if you look down from the top, you will find that the place where she is standing happens to be the edge of the scope of the battlefield on the other side. Zongzheng and Muscle Priest of the Caoxi Sect were hit by her from left to right, and they were unable to pass her station from beginning to end. bit, go behind her.

boundary marker--

"It's a two-on-two deal, you guys just wait, we'll have a two-on-two game later, we've said that the times have changed, you still don't believe it..."

The plump Taoist reloaded her shotgun, and said so without raising her head, completely ignoring the muscular priest who was oozing fine blood from his chest, and the other side who was wearing a light body armor, but was still severely beaten by the impact. Caoxi Zongzongzheng.

It's also interesting to say that Caoxi Zongzong, who is obviously stronger, still knows to wear bulletproof equipment, but the muscular priest doesn't know whether it is because he thinks that the golden body is not bad after evolution, or because he knows that wearing a bulletproof vest will cause tension. The muscles that got up ripped the clothes, and he was only wearing a priest's robe.

what is this?Flesh carrying hail?The default damage of fat units is -15% and does not reduce the movement speed?

nonsense...

On the other side, Mrs. Jin was educating the majestic man in the way of father and son. The latter was chased by her with an ax like an invincible boss chasing a poor and mortal game character in a horror game.

This fully proves what it means to not take on porcelain work without diamonds. In theory, the director of the Ninth Bureau and the eight-way radical of Gyeongbokgung Palace have the same position, but even Baili, who has a family's craftsmanship, basically does not know how to do it. When it comes to playing heads-up with an opponent, it is usually a just and modern group fight with subordinates.

Who said one has to be able to fight to be the boss?He doesn't have any self-knowledge at all, and he doesn't even look like the bald chief of the Fengjing branch. Even if he transfers a few main battle tanks over, it's better than himself——

With Mrs. Jin's another heavy axe, his body was full of scars, and his suit was cut into strands soaked in blood. The majestic man is no longer majestic, but looks like a bereaved dog. This makes Wangui really doubt Busan Was the branch deceived by his invincible appearance when he was elected as the boss-that's all?Anyway, get up and resist twice!

"Crack——"

It seems that the firefighting suit was cut corners, and the logistics department took kickbacks. It may also be that Mrs. Jin violently used it to smash the ground all day long, and the cerebellar ax was overwhelmed. The handle of the ax broke—she lost her weapon.

The invincible axe Mrs. Jin lost her ax and became a toothless tiger...?

The Busan radical rolled up from the ground, looked at this scene panting heavily, and immediately let out a hysterical and happy laugh: "Ha! Hahahaha——Come on! Come again!"

Looking at the handle of the ax in her hand, Mrs. Jin thought for a moment, then threw it aside.

Then, in the sound of the other party's "come, come, come" invitation, he strode forward, rolling up his sleeves while walking.

The leader of Busan finally had the opportunity to draw out his gun. Looking at the other party's move that seemed to be about to shake a fist, a cruel light shone in his eyes-even if he was punched by her, so what?As long as you give yourself a chance to shoot, with a single shot, even a dead African elephant will bleed all over the ground!

However, as soon as he raised the gun, he felt a blur in front of his eyes. Even in the dark room, the blond hair that was still dazzlingly bright appeared in front of him. He could even see his embarrassment in the other party's cold eyes Face.

"Varied--"

"Crack——"

A crisp but strange bone sound appeared between his waist and abdomen.

His eyes are protruding, and the arm holding the gun still maintains a straight posture, but the veins on the back of the hand and the veins spreading along the neck and neck indicate that his condition is not as normal as it seems ——The spreading convulsions gradually made his expression ferocious. The flushed cheeks and violent temples made him more like an extreme sports player who was careless about Banlangen.

But how could Mrs. Kim possibly beat his eggs?

Busan radical lowered his head slowly, the other party's not so strong arm pressed against his chest, his fist pressed the clothes on his chest, the whole piece of flesh and bones were sunken——

Mrs. Jin's voice was very cold, as cold as the wind and snow outside: "I'm not joking with you. All the profit chains I found have your share behind them... This is a blood debt, and you have to pay it back."

After finishing speaking, she retracted her fist slightly, then twisted it violently, and suddenly blasted out again at a distance of less than an inch——

"Pfft-crack--"

A twisted bulge protrudes from the back of the Busan radical, which is a spine that has been broken to the point of displacement.

And the corresponding position of the spine was his heart, which seemed to be directly smashed by a hammer.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, the Busan radical slowly knelt down with a stiff body.

He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth suddenly and coughed up bloody froth with broken internal organs. In the end, he fell forward on the ground as if kowtowing and apologizing, and knelt down to die in such a humble way. In the dust.

And the direction he is facing is the big river that separates Nanbang and the Republic...

"Did I not tell you that I am actually better at boxing?"

Mrs. Jin turned around and rolled up her cuffs again: "It's mainly on our side, women say that they are good at boxing, and they will be misunderstood as a bunch of useless resentful women who just bite everywhere... I don't know if it's on your side Is it the same?"

"...Who the hell are you?" Cao Xi Zongzong, standing up against the wall, showed his vigilance: "I don't remember that there is such a master as you in the ninth game!"

"Ninth Bureau? In fact, they have been bullying me, causing me to delay looking for my family for more than ten years. As for who I am..."

Mrs. Jin thought for a moment, then showed a kind smile: "I'm just a passing gang leader."

"..."

PS: I agreed to receive Watch Dogs 2, but it has not been put into the warehouse now, and it is probably gone——Hi Ubisoft!

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 896 0879-The black-faced Xingbu Ji doesn't want to be whitewashed (for reward 3/3

The wicked have their own grind, this principle is correct.

No matter how cruel the leader or minions of the underworld forces are, they can't compare to the fourth natural disaster that once ran rampant in another world.

The elves are deflated in her hands, the demons are trembling under her sword, the orcs shy away, and the celestials have folded their wings in the blue sky-when she, the fourth natural disaster, is a bully, even the shark chili has to bow down, and the meatball dragon has to be defeated. surrender.

The ranks of Nanbang's minions are not even as good as that of Ah Zha. Anyway, Ah Zha took 15 bottles in spite of himself.

Although there was a girl in a black suit secretly helping, it mainly relied on Ah Jag's own efforts and persistence.

After deterring a group of gangsters, the group of them entered the bar to check as they wished, but of course they couldn't find anything.

The entire bar is filled with all kinds of indescribable corruption, there are middle-aged people who are drunk in the corner, and there are also young men and women who hug each other and do indescribable things. It's an expression of fear of being caught.

It's so fun before it's completely dark, I really don't know how it will look like when it's midnight...

"There are bloodstains." The khaki-colored elder sister looked down at the inconspicuous taupe dots on the carpet: "It should have been moved."

"Where did you move the victim? Did he die?" The girl in the black suit turned her head to look at a few gangsters she had pulled over to lead the way—others were still squatting outside.

Although I know that they will not squat obediently, but what does it matter?

Anyway, she was looking forward to a more lively scene, and she didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and what she said was that she forced the protagonist with this kind of thing.

"..."

The little guy who led the way kept his mouth shut, looking like 'I don't understand what you're talking about', and stubbornly looked away.

The girl in the black suit took out the little helper and pressed it on his forehead: "I'll count to three, answer me."

"?!"

"two--"

one?Where did one go? !

Minion roared silently, the muscles between the brows curled into a ball due to tension, and he felt the coldness on his forehead tremblingly.

"Three—sorry, next!"

"I said! I said!!"

"boom----"

At the same time that Xiao Luo subconsciously shouted, the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised by the girl in black suit.

The scorching metal bullet grazed his forehead, leaving a scratch on his forehead that gave off a burnt smell, and a funny ditch was brought out in the middle of his stubble hair.