After Becoming a Little Sister

"At least the Ninth Bureau won't throw you into the pot like Ishikawa Goemon." The plain old man opened his suitcase and looked at the dismantled firearms inside: "I will find a suitable one nearby. The sniper point supports you, if you can't bring the target out before the middle of the banquet, then give up the mission."

"If you give up the mission, you have to refund the money." Mu Youzi shook his head frantically: "I don't have any money, I spent it all, I won't refund."

"No, it's just another way to complete the task."

"So what kind of riddles are you playing, can't you tell me honestly?"

"No."

"why?"

"You talk too much, and it's easy to leak information."

"Just a little bit - just a little bit!" Mu Youzi gestured at the gap between his fingertips: "I will never say anything, if I talk nonsense, I will swallow a thousand needles!"

"She's going to kill."

"Who?"

"That one." Uncle Pingwuqi glanced at Mu Youzi with pity: "She has murderous intentions."

"...Can I not go?" Mu Youzi smirked and touched the wallet on his body: "I will refund the deposit right away, and I will also refund the evening dress skirt by the way..."

"No, work hard." Uncle Pingwuqi patted her on the shoulder: "The pension will be paid to your home."

"This is the only thing I can't accept! I don't want that stinky woman to use my money after taking over my house!"

"Oh, then I'll keep it, you still owe me a lot of money."

"..."

……

……

"Mr. Steward, don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter cleanly!"

The skinny leader in a leopard-print suit nodded and bowed, smiling sheepishly in front of the old butler of the Busan Manor.

He has a very clear position on himself - a toilet cleaner who does dirty work and tiring work.

In comparison, the old butler of Busan Manor is the confidant of President Sansang, and the man named Li Jianxi seems to be the uncrowned king. Compared with the iron-clad chaebols, the high-ranking official officials can't form an effective deterrent at all.

These guys who are rolling in the mud know who's thigh to hug best.

The old butler sighed, as if he had aged many years, and he was no longer as vigorous as before.

He raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the man in the leopard-print suit. After pondering for a moment, he reminded in a hoarse voice: "It must not be discovered by others. If it comes to a critical moment... let them never disclose information again, understand?"

The expression of the man in the leopard-print suit froze for a moment, and he turned to look at the truck beside him.

The cargo compartment door that was just closed cut off the last light.

Between the hidden gaps, you can see the iron cage inside and the immature face with hopeful eyes.

The child's face is naturally not dirty. Those who can 'play' in these manors are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. How can they tolerate children who are dirty like little beggars? On the contrary, these children are beautifully dressed and well-groomed , There is no shortage of food.

The only sense of disobedience is probably that these children are wearing a collar around their necks.

It makes them look like a little dog...

The man in the leopard-print suit vaguely saw his own reflection in the eyes of the outermost child, and could even see his funny and astonished face.

But as the carriage door was completely closed, those eyes were also covered behind, like the light reflected in the eyes that was gradually devoured, and finally turned into darkness.

The man in the leopard-print suit seemed to have held his breath for a long time after diving. He suddenly came back to his senses and exhaled a breath of difficult air. He felt that his entire chest was oppressing him, and his rapid heartbeat gave him the illusion that he was having difficulty breathing.

The butler of the manor didn't speak, but just looked at him with sullen eyes, which were completely different from the little fairy before.

The previous panic did not apply to the current viciousness - the man in the leopard-print suit looked at those children like dogs, while the housekeeper looked at him like a dog.

The man in the leopard-print suit squeezed out a smile: "I will definitely send them to their destination, no one will find out, don't worry."

In fact, this is also the reason why Little Fairy is not worried about these guys being silenced immediately - those children are the playthings of dignitaries.

In comparison, those who are on the manor side now are just the tools and lackeys of those people.

Can a tool determine the life of another plaything?Of course not.

Maybe there is one of these little girls who is loved by so-and-so, or maybe Mr. Sansang hasn't got tired of playing with one of the poor girls, maybe now he is gritted his teeth and reluctantly parted with her, and after thinking about it, he has to interrupt these scumbags. Legs to vent anger.

In any case, it is not these servants who decide the lives of these children.

Let Nu Wa listen to the communication, just to wait for that eldest son Sansang, or the president of Sansang to say something himself.

Say something pleasant, such as silencing, such as getting rid of, such as the dead can keep secrets—anything is fine, although the recording cannot be used as evidence, but a certain black hand behind the scenes who does not want to be named needs evidence ?

She just needs a bucket of dirty water that is dirty enough. If there is no difficulty, everyone can create difficulties together.

The reaction of the manor housekeeper was not unpleasant. He arranged for people to transfer these children at the first time, but what he didn't know was that all the electronic devices in the entire Busan manor had become bugs and monitors. Countless information was stored in an electronic ghost. The threads are summarized and analyzed, and finally the required details are found.

When the butler man said the first sentence, a plump nun who was watching Japanese TV dramas outside the manor had already received the notification, stood up and started stretching to prepare for warming up.

Everyone is moving, the only difference is who moves faster and longer.

The plump Taoist nun took out her earphones and put them on, leaning against the wall of the manor and listening to the song with her eyes closed, her toes moving on the ground along with the melody, with a happy expression on her face.

There was a camera by the wall, even facing her profile, but she didn't care.

Now in the monitoring of the Busan Manor, the picture they can see here is naturally everything is normal.

Several cars drove out of the manor. The plump Taoist raised her eyes and hummed softly the tune in her earphones, showing no intention of stopping those cars.

Therefore, it was just a suspicious car. It can only be said that the butler of the manor was quite cautious, but in her opinion, this approach was a bit stupid after opening the whole map.

It was not until a while later that the manor released a few more cars, as if the cars that had been driven out had not encountered interception or other circumstances.

These cars are not the kind of cars with the windows and curtains pulled tight to hide it, but three food transportation vehicles, and there is even an advertisement for a green farm on the side of the car. The windows are wide open, and you can clearly I saw the empty cages on the top and some remaining vegetables and fruits.

The driver turned the steering wheel freely, and occasionally talked to the people next to him, as if he didn't know that there was a strange cargo in his car.

Only in the back seat of the car in the middle, the men in the leopard-print suit held the phone nervously, and looked suspiciously at all people or things outside the car window, as if wary of someone who would rush out to him. Like a knife.

"Galaxy ~ there is a string of interstellar fire ~ take the helm ~ look for the constellation of Orion—"

The faint singing sound reached his ears.

The boy's throat rolled, and he glanced at the driver in the front row with disgust, intending to ask him to turn off the stereo in the car, but felt that if he did so, it would appear a bit deliberate and arouse suspicion—the other two cars The drivers of the car are all their own people, but the driver of this car really doesn't know that there are other things in the car.

Those children have been trained for so long, and they have learned to be obedient early on, and they dare not make any noise.

With the mentality of being cautious, Minion Man didn't say anything, and turned his gaze back to look around again, keeping his finger on a certain app on his phone.

"Passing by indifferently~mysterious and beautiful~she is like mysterious rain~"

"I can't help it either~ I look up at you~ You just keep your thoughts—"

Minion man plucked his ears again, his suspicious eyes turned into irritability, and he looked at the driver in the front row.

Just play the song, can't you amplify it a bit?

This is looming, what a broken car, what a broken horn!

It seemed that he had heard his inner voice, and suddenly a loud horn sounded from the front.

"boom----"

There was a bang, accompanied by flames, which suddenly rose in the middle of the road.

The first car seemed to be terrified, turned the steering wheel abruptly to the left, and directly hit the sidewalk eaves on the side of the road. Half of the car rose into the air and hit a thick street tree heavily. .

The banyan tree with a dense root system trembled suddenly, and the roots hidden in the surrounding ground bounced upwards, lifting half of the neatly arranged bricks on the sidewalk, as if some monster was about to rush out from the ground, the thin The smoke and dust are like waves of air rushing away.

The rubble from the blasted road was thrown high up like hailstones, and then fell to the surroundings.

The windshield of the car Min Luonan was riding in was also smashed, cracked and cracked like a spider web.

The residue of the windshield collapsed into the ground like finely shattered ice cubes. The driver was hit on the top of the head by something, and with blood dripping from his forehead, he fell directly on the steering wheel, making a piercing sound. A horn blew—

"beep----------"

The clear singing voice immediately followed the sound of the trumpet.

"Heating alone~ is equal to fire~fire plus light~is equal to me~if I and the song plus you~the temperature will increase even more~"

That wasn't a singing sound from the car stereo, but a woman's humming, scattered, fragmented, out of tune.

But her voice is soft and melodious, and her tone is brisk, and even connecting the messy lyrics, she seems clear and durable.

Minion man's whole body was stiff, his lips were trembling, and he stared at the woman who appeared in the middle of the road with wide eyes.

The other party took the earphones away from her ears, pressed them in again, and then turned left and right. It seemed that her expression was a little distressed because they were not very comfortable to wear.

So she put the fierce-looking Peace Defender gun under her arm, took out her mobile phone, unplugged the headphone cable, and replaced it with an external amplifier.

The singing voice from the thin voice of the mobile phone speaker set off a slight noise in the wind and snow, and a man's passionate singing voice was full of joy——

"Ali~Alibaba~Alibaba is very careful in following the bandits~"

The woman then sang along cheerfully——

"Ali~Alibaba~Alibaba is so brave to follow the bandits~"

The minion's throat was rolling, and the sweat on his forehead was almost dripping down. He took out his mobile phone in a hurry, opened the app without a name with trembling fingers, and then pressed down on one of the red buttons.

Press it once, press it twice, press it three times... He looked at the frozen picture on the phone in astonishment, the button was flashing bright red on the screen of the phone, but the phone seemed to be dead , No matter how he pressed it, there was no response.

Shaking the phone vigorously, while trying to press the button, he looked up in fear at the woman slowly walking in on the road.

Someone rushed out of the third car, reached into the inside pocket of his suit, and pulled out something—

"boom----"

The dull sound of hail was heard, and the woman closed her eyes and sang along with the phone's wild voice——

"If you sell dry wine, you don't have it~ If you sell dry wine, you don't sell it~ Dry wine, cough, cough..."

It seems that it was because the tune was too high, she couldn't keep up after singing a few lines, she opened her eyes and threw a gun horizontally, and the other minion who crawled out was shot in the middle, and there were spots of blood Splash away, sprinkle the summer shaved ice strawberry jam on the off-white snow on the roadside.

Without raising her head, the woman just took out her mobile phone and pulled back the singing.

"Tonight—"

"This--"

"you--"

"You used to—"