After Becoming a Little Sister

The weeping cat came back to his senses, and said, why does it have to be Alia who blows up something to be considered a big deal?

...Well, with her strength, if something is blown up, there will indeed be quite a commotion.

The weeping cat raised his hand and took the tablet from the spicy chicken feet that had finally picked it up with two toes. He looked through the internal communication of the protagonist group, and after confirming some things, he pinched the tablet tiredly. He pinched his brows and felt that the reality was too absurd: "I found the business card I dropped earlier."

"Business card? What business card?"

"That business card with our contact information, including the emergency contact information of the Ninth Bureau, the Gate of Truth, and even Gao Tianyuan."

"Oh, if you find it, you will find it...Wait a minute, why did you say this suddenly?" Spicy Chicken Sensitively sensed that something was wrong.

Even the inflatable yellow duck next to her sensed it, and let out a serious "quack" when her feet were submerged in the water.

"That business card was picked up by a child, and that child is the one we met in the night market before. She is now with the kidnapped girl from the Republic downstairs in this hotel."

"It's a good thing. Why don't you go and bring them back?"

"There is a problem with the communication. They don't seem to hear our reply, and they can't tell where it is. What's more troublesome is that she seems to have made all the calls."

"Ah, this—" Spicy Chicken Shreds thought for a moment, "Is there any problem with this?"

"...she called for help, Bureau Nine has already started to move, don't forget, Aliya and Steve are also outside."

Spicy Chicken Shreds looked at the sky outside the window in a little astonishment, then slowly slid into the water, with only half of its cheeks exposed, grabbed the inflatable yellow duck with its hands, and bubbles gurgled out.

After deducing it in her mind for a while, she reappeared and looked at the inflatable duckling seriously: "If you can receive someone, everything is easy to talk about, if you can't..."

She squeezed the inflatable little yellow duck hard, and the latter gave a very dignified response——

"Gah--"

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Busan Red Light District · Underground Street

Mrs. Jin glanced across the so-called KTV, which was as wide as an underground shopping mall, her eyes were dark.

The deafening music was still playing, the lights were flickering, and the overall atmosphere was dark and gloomy—there were only seven or eight people on the dance floor.

These people huddled in the corner panicked, as if they were facing the official anti-pornography campaign, but more people seemed to be having fun in the boxes inside. Those boxes with good sound insulation were covered with frosted glass film, I can't really see the details inside, so I can only get close to the door, so that I can vaguely see the situation inside through the palm-sized glass pattern gap.

Perhaps it was because of Mrs. Jin's terrifying power that the leaders of the red-light district didn't even dare to inform the people below that something had happened outside. The reason why Mrs. Ju kept them was to wait for the matter to be resolved before letting them go back. Mind - lest they add to the mess and drag them down.

Without warning, these boxes were operating normally, and the light of the colorful lights inside was reflected from the door glass of each box, illuminating the corridors in a strange way.

In this grotesque light, Mrs. Jin lowered her head and looked at her feet.

A dark brown bloodstain, like someone holding a mop soaked in water, pushed forward on the dark red carpet, extending all the way to the end of the corridor.

Mrs. Mei propped up the explosion-proof shield, hid her small body behind the explosion-proof shield, looked left and right, and waved to the nearest one who was limp on the ground: "Where's the person who came in just now?"

The man who didn't know whether he was here for fun or working here rolled his throat. He didn't dare to speak. He just shrank his head, raised his finger and pointed to the corridor, signaling those people to go in.

Mrs. Jin ignored these people, frowning and striding forward, looking at the bloodstained trace all the way.

Three brothers had followed in before, but there was no movement at this moment, and the bloodstain also extended to the end of the corridor and disappeared out of thin air as if it had been cut off in the middle.

This is not a stilted building by the river, it is an underground club transformed from an underground passage, and it is absolutely impossible to escape from here quietly if all the exits are blocked.

Mrs. Jin stood at the end of the corridor, looking back at the dozens of boxes around the corridor, and realized that the so-called murderer she was looking for was hidden in this certain box.

Mrs. Mei retracted the short blade into the scabbard slanting down on her back waist, and pushed the plain round shield away. Several extended modules protruded from the round shield, which looked like a small explosion-proof shield, enough to Block her half body behind.

Then she took a Heckler-Koch MP7 from the back of the round shield, held it with one hand, and approached the door of the box, observing the situation inside the box through the transparent peephole of the round shield.

Singing, laughing, fighting, hugging and rolling on the sofa.

These boxes are like a small world completely separated from the outside world, blocking the outside noise and indulging in their own enjoyment.

For some reason, Mrs. Mei suddenly remembered that line of poetry——

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that she saw two men studying the backyard flowers before, it was too eye-catching.

Mrs. Jin walked slowly behind her, seemingly thinking about something, and didn't make a sound.

Although Mrs. Mei looks small and even has a baby face, she is actually one of the four Mrs. Mei, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, who has received professional military training like Mrs. Ju.

Because Mrs. Ju has served in the military, and because she wants to go out to be a mercenary or join the Foreign Legion in the future, she has participated in three months of special training at Maozi's side, and she has learned from those special training instructors. Proved his own strength - the special training period itself is half a year.

It's just that later, due to other reasons, she gave up martial arts and went into business, and chose to be the manager of a security company with Mrs. Jin.

Well, the four wives of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum are just managers of security companies, and Mrs. Zhu is also the vice president of Fengjing Panda Hobby Association.

The main president is Jin Char Siu, because she has two rolls in name - in the files of the cultivation base, she has adopted two rolls in earnest, and she can visit them at any time, but she can only see them and not touch them.

The annual adoption is 10, the lifetime adoption is 50, and the title adoption is 100 million.

Yes, to put it bluntly, he is the kind of person who is responsible for paying the food expenses and then making a name for himself...

Mrs. Mei is probably a strong panda type. She looks cute and cute, but she is actually a real beast.

What she's showing right now is standard indoor search skills, and she can be pulled into R6 to play a guest role as a wave of elite operators at any time.

It's a pity that there are dozens of boxes, and she searched carefully seven or eight of them, but found nothing wrong.

When she stood at the door of the ninth box, Mrs. Jin pressed her shoulder calmly.

Mrs. Mei lowered her eyes, looked at the bloody handprint on the doorknob, and slowly raised the gun in her hand.

Everything in the room is normal, the two women are singing, but if you look closely, you will find that the two women are trembling slightly while singing, their makeup is stained with tears, and even the singing is trembling.

What does this mean?

That meant there was someone else hiding in the box—the kind that terrified them.

Madam Mei held the shield in front of her, took two steps back, and then slammed her whole body sideways into the door——

"boom----"

The box door was knocked open, and Mrs. Mei leaned against the door and walked in, hiding behind a large shield and sweeping vigilantly across the room.

But to her surprise, there was no one in the room except for two singing women.

If I have to say it, it is probably the blood that is spread all over the ground and has not dried up.

The two women screamed and hugged each other, and one of them raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the inside, indicating that the person was inside.

The other was so limp that he couldn't straighten his legs, so he could only cry helplessly on the sofa.

Mrs. Mei pressed forward slowly, the gun in her hand was raised through the door, a little hesitant - she was afraid that the three brothers were also inside.

The layout of this box is a small living room serving as a KTV singing room, a small toilet on the side, and a small inner room next to it, where there are beds for those guests who are not used to "exercising" in the box.

Mrs. Jin stood in the box, looking silently at the door of the small bed room, then slowly turned her head, looked past the TV on the wall, and looked at the bathroom next to it, as if the thick wooden door of the bathroom had flowers.

But there are no flowers on the door, only the wallpaper, with an aesthetically old European pattern, and even mildew spots have grown due to humidity.

The walls of these underground compartments are covered with thick sound-absorbing cotton. The walls look solid, but in fact they are just simple partitions-the place where this kind of business is done is expensive, and who can generously give up the area to What about brick walls?

The only thing is that the door is very thick, whether it is the door of the box or the door of the room, it is supposed to be for sound insulation on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is also to ensure that any moths, such as gangsters fighting with weapons, will not casually crash into any guest's box It hurts the innocent.

Mrs. Mei took half a step back, opened the door of the small bed room with the rope hooked to the doorknob, and raised the gun in her hand vigilantly.

The moment the door opened, her eyes swept across the dark room, and her pupils shrank suddenly—there were three unidentified men in black clothes piled up beside the bed, and the blood spread along the side of the bed to the side of the door, and even reached her feet. side.

But more importantly, a huge hole appeared on the side of the cot room, leading directly to the adjacent bathroom.

Mrs. Jin was standing at the bathroom door——

"Ma'am, little—"

Before Mrs. Mei could finish her sentence, she saw Mrs. Jin kicking heavily on the thick wooden door frame, the whole wooden door trembled inward, and the wooden door frame that locked the bolt hinge was broken in the middle .

"boom----"

In the next instant, Madam Jin pushed down the entire thick wooden door, and a figure inside was directly pressed against the wall of the bathroom, making the messy sound of flesh and blood hitting the ceramic glass.

The figure below wanted to struggle to get up, but was pressed down heavily by a whole thick wooden door, like a mouse stuffed in the crack, how could it be possible to exert force?

Raising her knees against the thick wooden door, Mrs. Jin's back was like a big bow drawn, her right hand clenched a fist and pulled back violently, and then punched down hard, directly piercing through the wooden door and chiseling in the on the body of the figure.

"Boom——"

A muffled groan, accompanied by a bloody grunt, came from under the wooden door, and the figure stiffened suddenly as if struck by lightning.

Among the flying sawdust, Mrs. Jin just punched hard through the wooden door, each punch was heavy, and the thick wooden door was as fragile as a foam board under her gold silk gloves. The gold silk gloves that were originally glowing in metallic color were now stained red with dark blood, and the flying sawdust even changed from the original yellow-white color to dark brown, and the plasma flowed slowly along the ground.

"Boom——"

"Boom——"

"Boom——"

Punch after punch, punch after punch, a total of 27 punches.

Mrs. Jin punched the entire upper part of the wooden door into a huge hollow, and the figure below was already bloody and bloody, and was directly beaten into an indescribable pool of mud, and the bones were broken into countless pieces.

The tiles on the floor cracked like spider webs, and Mrs. Jin's elbow raised a huge gap in the sink next to her. The tile fragments of the sink that fell under her fist were smashed into powder and mixed with flesh and blood.

Mrs. Jin's hair was hanging down between her temples, with beads of sweat on her forehead, she stood up panting.

All of a sudden, the crackling sound of bones exploding was low and continuous.

When the chest is inhaled and exhaled, the core muscles are tightened, and a huge amount of breath gushes out from the mouth and nose with heat waves, which makes the tiger and leopard tremble like a muffled thunder when it breathes.

Muscles and bones scream!

Tiger Leopard Thunder!

"Fix him with a shuttle." Mrs. Jin said in a deep voice, turned on the faucet of the sink next to her, and rinsed her palms.

Mrs. Mei nodded, walked up and raised her hand to pull the trigger, but she suddenly sensed something, and instantly swung her arms sideways, pulling Mrs. Jin away from the sink, and the two figures retreated extremely quickly.

Flesh wriggles—

The figure that was beaten into mud by Mrs. Jin trembled and began to convulse. The flesh and blood on the ground slowly wriggled and shrank back together like an upside-down movie. Rewrapped in.

"What is this?!"

Mrs. Mei asked in a trembling voice, the submachine gun in her hand was almost subconsciously fired at the other party, the intense gunshots rippling in the private room with pungent gunpowder smoke.

But that figure was only pushed back a little by the impact of the bullet, and then the bent waist was twisted back again. The unbroken head was drooping because of the twisted neck and neck, and its eyes were fixed on it. With Mrs. Kim.

The latter's eyes were like lightning, and the silver threads on his temples raised slightly, pulling Mrs. Mei behind him: "You go first, tell them to copy the guy, there is something wrong with this thing."