After Becoming a Little Sister

The thick semi-circular solid wood desk can wrap his whole body including the boss's chair, but when he bumped into it now, he just waved his hands and split it in half. The wind and the flying stubble fell towards the opponent's face.

Mages should never get so close to a melee unit, as Mages are inherently weak.

No way, no way, no one will study magic all day long, and still have time to go to the gym to get a muscle, right?

If the bald man's punch was real, even an African elephant could be repelled. He had broken the horns of an American bison with his bare hands.

But the big devil is neither an African elephant nor an American bison for the first time, and the same villain will not be knocked down twice by the same routine.

He was punched by Lao Lei earlier because of carelessness, and the Great Demon King regarded him as one of the three major hatreds in his life. How could he make the mistake of underestimating the enemy for the second time?

Despising the opponent strategically, and despising the opponent tactically, the Great Demon King just sneered, drew back, and lightly implemented the principle of not touching the opponent.

The vines under her feet seemed to come to life, stretching rustlingly, producing ferocious thorns visible to the naked eye, blocking the other party.

"Do you know why in the era of cold weapons, aliens were once called gods by humans?"

"Because human beings at that time were so stupid!" Tore off those tough vines with bare hands. The bald man stopped the bleeding of the wound just by stretching his muscles. At that time, he finally tore off that layer of vain and fat man's disguise.

"No, because in the era of cold weapons, in that barbaric era that can only rely on hand-to-hand combat, alien species—or those immigrants from the world of divine grace."

As the Great Demon King said this, a little cyan glow appeared on his fingertips: "It's really a god!"

That bit of cyan light condensed into a tiny spike visible to the naked eye, shooting towards the bald man's heart in front of his face.

The bald man's eyes froze suddenly, but the hands he erected to block in front of him were suddenly pierced, and the muscles that were tense and as strong as high-density rubber failed to block them at all, and the spikes were like a sniper attack. Like a bullet, it nimbly penetrated into his heart, and then suddenly exploded into a spray of blood.

In the era of cold weapons, with such a method, it is like taking back a hot weapon to reduce dimensionality and strike.

Why is such an existence not a god?

The Great Demon King looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, allowing the other party to stand still on the spot, with somewhat disdain and boredom in his eyes.

Human beings are still so weak, even if they have gained individual power, they don't know how to use it—or the one in front of them doesn't know how to use it.

If it's those guys from Huanxiguan, she should be [-]/[-] with them with only such a little power.

If it was Alia... the big devil thought for a while, and felt that he should be on the run now based on the killing methods shown by the other party.

Although she was very reluctant to admit it, she had to admit that in terms of thorough killing skills, that guy was really unparalleled in the world.

Even Aliya gave her the illusion that this guy spent half his life practicing how to be a killing machine efficiently.

It's not that the human race has no strong people, there is a kind of strong people with talent like the fairy sister, and heretics like the bald guy are also a kind.

But none of them have as strong a sense of oppression as Aliya gave the Great Demon King. The strong human race shouldn't and can't have such pure violence.

This is not based on the other party's wanton posture or the strategy of adding a little bit of wisdom, but the most simple and direct intuition - will die!

Once the opponent catches the gap, he will be killed instantly!

The level of suppression between the predator and the prey in the food chain made it hard for the big devil to believe it, but he had to believe it.

Compared to this stupid guy in front of him, he can only be said to be——

"Huh?!" The big devil's eyes suddenly became solid, and he narrowed his eyes to look at the guy who should have been severely injured in front of him: "Can you still move?"

"I still want to see your means, but if it's just this level, it's nothing special." The bald man stood up and looked at his heart.

There was indeed a piercing mark on the suit vest. He felt like he had been shot by a gun, and it was a gun that could penetrate the inner armor of a bulletproof suit.

Moreover, compared with normal firearms that pass through, this kind of 'gun' can also explode inside the body, causing secondary damage.

But if it's just this level, why don't you find a special shooter?With an anti-materiel sniper rifle, he can even kill an African elephant with one shot.

The bald man twisted his neck and made a crisp bone sound: "Then next, it's my turn..."

The Great Demon King felt that she was very stable, but she didn't know one thing - she was already an old NPC, but Jinping had just appeared on the stage.

It’s impossible for a new villain to be deflated. Ah Mo’s equipment can no longer keep up with the version, and if a heavy tank fights Faye in a small space, how can it be possible to not be deflated at all?Even if the bald man couldn't beat her to death, he still had to punch her back anyway.

The big devil shook his hands and threw out several wind blades, but under the premise of 'not killing the opponent', it was not able to restrict the opponent's advance.

She frowned: "Do you want to die?!"

"If I want to die, then you shouldn't be here now, but should be entertained by me with mines and rockets!"

Throwing a punch at the big devil, the bald man grinned grinningly and looked at the other's face that was close at hand: "This is just a sparring!"

The bald man is not stupid, he just wants to teach the other party a lesson, don't look like he is his subordinate, instead of completely angering the other party.

The Great Demon King snorted helplessly, and a translucent shield appeared in front of him, trying to block the opponent's punch.

But after the shield rippled like water ripples for a few laps, it suddenly shattered into light spots, and the punch came straight to her face without losing momentum.

"?!!"

The stunned Great Demon King only had time to raise his hand to stand up, and was directly sent flying by this punch in the next second.

She tapped her feet on the ground again and again, and then stopped after walking about ten steps away. She looked at the opponent's hand in surprise: "What is that?"

"A little prop." The bald man opened his palm, and inside was a crystal-shaped cross: "Those demon hunters used it to deal with alien species, but now it seems to be very useful?"

With the great devil's eyesight, he can see clearly whether the cross is useless or not, or Jesus will not bless those who use the cross to pray for his blessing.

Will the Lezi people bless the guy who drives a convertible and uses a sniper rifle?What grave mocking...

What is really useful is the little strange thing inlaid in the center of the crystal-like cross. It is also made of translucent material. At first glance, it looks like a diamond, but it has not been cut in fact, it is just stuck in a specially polished In the groove, seamless.

God Amber...

She took a deep breath, no wonder her shield would be nullified in a short moment when the other party punched her.

"I have to admit that you have done a lot of preparation work." The palm of the drooping palm of the big devil shrouded in a swirling blue light: "But you have to know, never provoke a person where she is best at, this kind of thing, I know better than you, know better, and—”

"boom----"

The door was forcibly broken open, and the leader of the bodyguards in black outside the door pushed a Vulcan cannon on a small cart and rushed in anxiously.

"BOSS!"

"..." The Great Demon King looked at the broken gate, took a deep breath, and let go of his hand, the blue light disappeared.

Without those vines that hinder perception, she was afraid that if she did something on this side, the benefactor on the other side would sense abnormal elemental fluctuations and come directly to the door.

The bald man watched the blue light in her hand disappear, and silently breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine."

"But—" The head of the bodyguard in black looked at the messy interior and felt that this statement was really not credible.

He heard the sound of demolition inside and was ready to break in, but after pushing the door a few times and finding it couldn't be pushed, he knew something had happened.

In the past few minutes, he has brought all the weapons he can use in his hand. If it were not for this indoors, he should be carrying a bazooka or a recoilless gun. Shot is a bodyguard subordinate wearing indoor CQC special equipment.

"Your subordinates are good, but the weapons in their hands are useless to me."

The Great Demon King waved his hand, and the vines covering the room withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dust.

"You don't need to remind me." The bald man picked up his suit and put it on, covering the wound: "Let them go back and give them a bonus. Good job, but this time I have nothing to do."

He didn't mention the matter of the big devil sneaking in quietly from the beginning to the end, because he knew that with the opponent's methods, his subordinates couldn't prevent it at all.

This guy is not just relying on profit or bewitching to play tricks on people's hearts, but has the means of "playing" on the physical level. If he can't resist the bewitching of the other party, he is not the partner of the other party now, but just like those puppets The other party's subordinates.

"...Yes." The head of the bodyguard in black was convinced that his boss was fine, and the revolver in his hand slowly stopped spinning.

"Next, we should talk about cooperation."

The big devil gave the bald man a face, this time he didn't sit on the boss chair, but sat on the sofa: "Let them go out."

"Vincent stays, and the others leave this floor." The bald man waved his hand and sat on the boss chair: "Isn't our cooperation very simple? What else should we talk about?"

"I have a new request, are you not going to listen?"

"I have only one request, and that is that you provide the technology to completely cure my daughter's ALS."

The bald man picked up a cigar: "As long as you can satisfy me, and I can do what you ask, I can help you. This is an exchange of equal value."

The unspoken meaning of these words is that you don't sit on the ground and raise the price, you know how much you can exchange for equal value.

"Your expansion seems to have encountered many obstacles."

"The Third New Divine Grace City has too many other forces, and there is also Gao Tianyuan who is familiar with the dark world here."

The bald man did not refute the other party's argument, although this sounded like a fortune teller saying that your seal is black and there will be bloody disasters.

The third largest force in the dark world in Xin Shen En City is actually Gao Tianyuan.

Once here, it is adjacent to the book, and Gao Tianyuan has several large shrines in Kagoshima alone, which itself is the traditional sphere of influence of the opponent.

The second reason is that after the other party is now semi-officially incorporated, the Lei Department has washed it for nothing and went to work as a non-staff operator for TPC, which is called someone above.

The bald man has no intention of confronting Gao Tianyuan head-on, not to mention that his business scope is different from that of the other party. Simply provoking the other party is very likely to attract the attention of the authorities. This kind of confrontation seems extremely irrational. He is here for money, not for It's okay to seek death.

"The rules of the game here are different from those in America, and your influence will never penetrate the official level."

The big devil got up and paced around the messy office, opened the cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, looked at it, raised his eyebrows and praised: "Romanee Conti in 90."

"Why not? Don't they like money?" The bald man didn't believe it: "No one will have trouble with luxury cars, villas, cash and Romanee Conti!"

"Yeah, no one, if they are not supervised, it is indeed the case." The big devil gestured to the bottle of wine in his hand: "How much is this bottle of wine?"

"20 dollars." The bald man exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, not paying attention to it: "This kind of wine, ordinary people can't drink a sip in a lifetime, but as long as you cooperate with me, I can give them as much as they want to drink."

"Then do you know what the consequences will be after they take a sip of this kind of wine?" The big devil opened the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and shook the wine to smell the aroma.

"...What are the consequences?" The bald man narrowed his eyes.

"They will lose the value of cooperating with you in an instant. The official power of the Third New Divine Grace City does not come from the set of voting games that you are familiar with, but from the decentralization of power from higher levels and the transfer of departmental powers and responsibilities. , which means that as long as the highest supervisor does not relax, then these guys below will always have to walk on eggshells and work conscientiously. This is the unique official ecology of the Asia-Pacific side... The scent of the roses that are about to wither, this smell really makes people feel sick. People are fascinated by..."

"I don't believe they don't love money." The bald man was silent for a few seconds: "There is a secret connection, which is also a form of cooperation."

"It doesn't work in secret." The Great Demon King shook his head: "You don't understand. If you want to control them, the best way is definitely not profit."

"But the threat of kidnapping can easily provoke those aliens."

"Why not in a more subtle but efficient way? What's the difference between a good guy and a bad guy?"

The big devil sat down and looked at the wine glass in front of him: "You see a glass of wine here, very good wine."

"What do you want to say?"

"The idea of ​​a good person is to ask me to give him a cup. The idea of ​​a bad person is to grab it directly. What they can control is their own actions, their own way of thinking, and their own hands, but they cannot control their hormone secretion. One's own dopamine cannot control one's own adrenaline, the part of the body that humans can control has always been the body that makes him believe that he can control his own body."

"..."

"This thing is called Qijielahua." The big devil took out a small bottle, which contained a little light yellow powder: "This thing can make people intoxicated in sweet dreams, just a little bit can make people feel happy." Can't get rid of it any more."

The bald man's eyes became sharp: "The Asia-Pacific side has an extreme attitude towards illegal drugs."