After Becoming a Little Sister

"In the dark world, you can understand killing as a kind of competitive sport. The gap between ordinary people and professional players can be understood by substituting other professions."

"So we can't train...professional players who are as good as her?"

"You and your father have exactly the same way of thinking, and I'm getting more and more optimistic about you." The pie-faced man sighed, and the wine in his hand was no longer fragrant: "But don't forget, there are 15 billion people in the Republic. We only have 5 million people, and Zhang Yanzhi is one of the three people who were "selected" out of 15 billion people, isn't that straightforward enough?"

Anything unreasonable, combined with the huge base of 15 billion, has become a perfectly normal thing.

There are still a bunch of melon skins out of 15 billion people, so why are they not allowed to produce a bunch of elites?It doesn't make sense.

The second son realized it, and nodded, feeling that there is something to say, indeed.

"My father also knew about this? Why do you say he thinks the same way as me?"

"No, he doesn't know, but he is also cultivating his own professional players—using technology, he has united with a very... how should I put it, a very weird dark world organization, and wants to borrow their technology to train his own players. armed forces."

"...What exactly does he want to do?" The Second Young Master was taken aback when he heard the words, and then frowned deeply: "These things are no longer in the scope of business!"

"That's right, that's why I came here and chose to protect you." The big pie-faced man meant something: "It's normal to want to be strong, but sometimes, being strong is not a good thing, especially in an inappropriate environment Down."

The contradiction between the Sansang chaebol and the government is irreconcilable. The strength of the government lies in administration and law, and it has a great reputation.

But it’s just a reputation. The current officials have not yet fully grasped the power to implement righteousness-the military has a deep gap with them. An official without force is a tiger without teeth. It is possible to poke it to death.

President Sansang wanted to be a hunter, and wanted to control a force of his own, but he just wanted to stage a catastrophic scene when necessary.

After all, in Nanbang, a place where the commander-in-chief is more dangerous than any country in the world, another assassinated commander-in-chief does not seem to be a big deal.

Gyeongbokgung Palace cannot, will not, and dare not do such a thing for him.

One is that there are internal restraints, and the other is that those who kill the king cannot have a good end.

Once Gyeongbokgung Palace is involved, the next puppet in power will have to clean Gyeongbokgung Palace even if his head is full of cement, so as to ensure that he can at least be a living puppet, not a dead celebrity—— There are so many examples of this kind, there are too many to count.

Nanbang Zaicai is also a dish in contrast. The Asia-Pacific monster room has continued the power struggle for thousands of years, so that a seemingly reckless guy like Li Shunchen has an innate delicate cognition, and can clearly understand in the whirlpool. See where you stand.

Maybe he's not a hero like Li Jianxi, and he doesn't have the ambition to listen to politics for the hereditary.

But at least they won't be stupid enough to be used as knives without realizing it—for example, those two silly hi who went to the Busan branch.

It would be better to say that if the man with the big cake face is really an idiot, it will not be his turn to be the chief of Gyeongbokgung Palace...

The second son of Sansang understood, but his heart was a little cold - because he found that his father had hidden too many things that he didn't know.

This made him even have an illusion of 'my forbearance has a use after all', empty and lonely.

If Li Er, the King of Qin, led his troops into the Xuanwu Gate, his father had waved his hand and created a few intergenerational magic camps waiting around, and the invincible three-eyed firecrackers had all been aimed, then His Majesty Li Er probably This is also the mentality.

It took a while to restrain these powerless thoughts, the second son took a deep breath, and suppressed the panic in his heart: "Before you said that the Busan branch was smashed, what do you mean?"

"Literally, smashed."

"...Is it just smashed like that?"

"Otherwise? Why smash it? Knock on the door and tell you politely that it's demolition?"

No matter how thick and thin the man with the big cake face is, he can't be so thin as to show him how other people mess up.

How to explain it?ah? 80 population can lose against two dragons, how to explain this?

Oh, the other party came, two people, jingling a good job, killed the chief of the Busan branch and the capital of Gyeongsangdo, and then patted their buttocks and walked away gracefully. We dare not chase Can I just pretend I didn't catch up and nothing happened?

If the details are revealed, the second son, who doesn't understand the dark world, will probably have to think about the matter of "is there any need for cooperation in food batches like Gyeongbokgung Palace?" Anyone can go.

Hide it, the family ugliness cannot be exposed...

But more importantly, there was an unknown master in the ninth game, and the strength of the opponent was not even much inferior to the three special advisors. This was very troublesome, and it made the big-faced man very afraid.

He asked himself if he could protect himself one-on-one, but with the addition of Jiebei Wanguizhen and Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master Zhang Yanzhi, killing him would probably be no more troublesome than beheading a pig.

If an unknown special consultant is added, the difficulty of killing pigs will even be reduced to killing chickens.

As for ambush her?impossible.

The sky is vast and the earth is vast, extending in all directions. There are only those who can be thieves for a thousand days.

Even if explosives were buried in the ground of the Sansang Manor and prepared to be destroyed, there is no guarantee that anyone who takes the time to go to the toilet will be drowned in the toilet by the master who sneaked in.

Individual ability is so strong that it reaches the level of an A-level executive officer, that is a really disgusting person...

He was silent, and the second son Sansang was also silent. For a while, the silence was the night manor today.

After thinking about it, he couldn't think about it, and the second son Sansang even smelled something ominous.

But the power is not in his hands, he can only sigh, his eyes are deep: "My father this time... I am afraid that he is too arrogant..."

The pie-faced man didn't speak, but the corner of his mouth curled up, and he took his last sip of wine.

He nestled quietly on the sofa and looked at the night outside the window, waiting for the unexpected guest who should come——

The night gradually deepened...

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"Sleep ass! Wake up!"

Aliya kicked open the door of Malajisi's room, and rushed in aggressively: "Malajisi, come out! Why didn't your door of truth hold down the Broken Cross? Why are you cooperating? Nan Beibei has danced for so long, why didn't you just crush her to death? Why are you so cowardly!"

Spicy Chicken Shreds stuck its head out from under the blanket, and a moment later, the head of a crying cat poked out next to the blanket, both hair messy and fragrant shoulders half exposed.

Aliya froze on the spot, the ferocity on her face turned into that of a supervisor, then she looked left and right, and seemed to understand something.

The ferocious aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by humility——

Aliya, who was so humble once in a while, rubbed her hands and said with a sneer, "That... busy?"

"..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just do that - I've had enough sleep today and I've had too much energy, you're busy, you're busy, I'm going to leave early..."

"...you stop for me!"

"No need to deliver, no need to deliver, why are you so polite, see you tomorrow morning, you are busy, so I won't bother—"

"Ai! Li! Ya!!"

After a while, Spicy Chicken was fully dressed, and sat in the conference room to criticize Alia: "Are you saying you are sick? Ah! Are you sick!"

"Yes, yes, I am sick, I admit my mistake, I regret it, your lord has a lot, don't be angry, you will not be well if you are angry..."

The khaki-colored man walked in wildly with two documents, and stopped in mid-air as soon as he stepped in, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong.

...Is the way to open the door by yourself wrong?

He thought for a while, stepped back, and reopened the door of the meeting room.

It's still the scene of the spicy chicken shreds holding down Aliya's education...

"???"

The khaki-colored man with a black question mark on his face hurriedly stopped the strong brother behind him: "Wait!"

Brother Qiangqiang realized it instantly, jumped behind a huge potted plant not far away, shrunk up, and then took out an alarm.

It is the kind of alarm that elementary school students hang on their schoolbags or clothes, and when it is sounded, it will make a huge sound-there are all operators from the Ninth Bureau in the hotel area, and a car of bread is not enough to describe its density. It takes less than ten seconds for the hotel bread man to rush over after hearing the noise.

As for the one who can kill the khaki-colored Wild in ten seconds, Brother Qiang feels that such an individual does not exist in Blue Star at present...

"It's inside... eh? Where's the person?"

The khaki-colored man poked his head wildly to look through the crack of the door, and was just about to turn around to talk to Brother Qiangqiang, but found that no one was there.

"Is there a fight inside? Why is there no sound?" Brother Qiang poked out half of his head and lowered his voice cautiously: "Could it be a confrontation? Let's call someone first!"

"...No, it's funny inside."

"Really funny?"

"fake."

"Oh, it's all right." Brother Qiangqiang stood up now, adjusted his clothes, and stuffed the whole box of life-saving medicine he just took out into his pocket: "Who is joking with whom?"

"As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bernice scolding the young lady."

"...Huh?" Brother Qiangqiang paused when he raised his hand to press the doorknob: "Is it the other way around?"

"No, if you don't believe me, see for yourself."

"No, no, my eyes have heavy karma." Brother Qiangqiang covered his eyes, thought for a moment and quickly changed to covering his ears, his eyelids closed tightly: "I haven't been here today, I don't know what happened, you guys talk, I'll go back first I'm asleep, call me again if you need anything."

At this moment, the door was opened, and Aliya backed out with a bow and bow.

Then she saw the strange and wild interaction between Brother Qiangqiang and Khaki: "What are you doing? Are you playing in the Tenen High Theater?"

"...What happened just now?" Khaki pointed wildly at the meeting room, as if I was not afraid of death after seeing the previous plot.

How else can I say that this guy is the protagonist, just this awareness, just this rushing tower, just this Wei Guang's appearance of "I'm just curious".

Ordinary people have long been wiped out by the narrow-minded Ezra with an A-level physical amnesiac, but when he asks, everyone thinks it is normal.

Aliya shrugged: "Accidentally interrupted her happy night, it's my fault, I have to admit it."

"So where are you going now?"

"It's supper for Miss Bernice, pour tea and admit my mistake, do you understand?" Alia slapped a document on his chest: "You and they analyze it first, I'll go and see if there is red bean paste ~ the most memorable~ It’s an ancient poem~ the most dismissive thing is lovesickness~~”

Alia, who was humming a song, drifted away, and Brother Qiang poked his head out from behind the door: "Going away?"

At the corner of the aisle on the other side, Alia, who had just turned around the aisle, also poked her head back: "I forgot to ask, what did you hide just now?"

"It's actually like this." Brother Qiangqiang rubbed his face: "I accidentally caught a cicada before. I thought I caught it, so I caught the whole summer."

"...But it's winter now."

"Yes, I just realized it, and then I found out that it was not a cicada, but a cockroach, so I was scared and hid."

"Hey——you're so disgusting, you're gone, I can't talk..."

Brother Qiangqiang was relieved, and took out a banana from his pocket to calm his shock.

And the wild khaki color is full of contempt: "After you caught Xia Tian, ​​did you wash your hands?"

"..."

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