After Becoming a Little Sister

The progress bar was pulled back, one syllable was released from the intermittent singing, and then pulled to another sentence. The woman lowered her head and fiddled with the phone seriously, without paying attention to the boy.

Minion man raised his hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead to his eyes, the hot tingling sensation made his eyes bloodshot.

But he only dared to lower his head and continue clicking the button. Instead of responding to his operation, the frozen phone popped up a pop-up window [The app has stopped responding], telling him what happened before.

The detail he didn't notice was that the pop-up window didn't use Nanbang language, but the square characters of the Republic.

The two options below the pop-up window are both [Close Application], and there is no [Wait for Response].

Fear and anger mixed and rolled in his mind, and finally he was completely ignited by a smooth singing voice——

"True love~ your true love~ I can't tell—"

He slammed the mobile phone in his hand on the floor of the car, and let out a hysterical cry: "Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

"I can't tell~" The woman's singing sounded in his ears: "Sayou~ Where~~"

Minion man turned his head in astonishment, and what he saw was the bright smiling face of the plump Taoist nun.

And the muzzle of Sen Leng that was in front of him.

"boom----"

The window glass on the other side seemed to have been smashed with a sledgehammer, and a black figure slammed into the inside of the window heavily, causing the window with the explosion-proof film to bulge outward in a huge arc.

Something was blasted inside, and the sticky dark color was stuck to the car window with residue, slowly sliding down like sauce smeared on the wall by a child.

The wind stopped.

Snow is still falling.

There were no cars on the front or back of the road, only a few pitiful flames burning on the front of the first car, bringing up rising black smoke.

The plump Taoist nun put away her Peace Defender, paced to the melody as if dancing, turned to the back of the carriage, and twisted the not-so-strong padlock with her bare hands.

The carriage door was reopened, and the light shone in.

The children curled up in cages half the height of a person, hugging each other like pet cats and dogs.

Some children raised their eyes and looked at the person who opened the car door with timid eyes. The clear eyes only reflected the wind and snow, but not the brilliance.

The plump Taoist nun stopped humming, but the playback on her mobile phone continued.

"Thanks~Thanks~Thanks~Thanks—Leslie Cheung—who! Can! Replace! Replace—your status—"

The audience screamed in the audio track, and the eyes of those children also turned, but they were frightened, as if they were frightened.

She looked at the collars around the children's necks, turned her head slightly, and fixed her eyes on a certain biotoxin syringe on it.

"Ah……"

The wind picked up again, blowing the swaying flames that were about to go out brilliantly, turning into raging flames and completely devouring the wreckage of the broken car.

Someone climbed out of the car, reached out and pulled out a gun with difficulty, and pointed at the plump Taoist nun who was showing half of her body at the rear of the car.

The snow was getting heavier, and the whimpering and crying of the children seemed to be nothing, mixed with the sound of the music playing outside, wandering away in the distance——

"This night! This night is going to explode!"

But at the moment when the gun was fired, the man holding the gun seemed to have noticed something.

He looked down at the liquid slowly oozing out from under him—it wasn't blood...

Turning his head subconsciously, he saw that the liquid spread all the way back to the fuel tank of the car body, and it was still flowing out.

Some sparks fell down, just a little bit, flashed an imperceptible reflection in his eyes, and landed on the dripping spring.

"This! It's late! It's going to be an explosive night—"

【boom------】

PS: Sea otter logistics moved "People are collapsing, mother is Fu Hua". I forgot what I promised before, and I am ashamed of the boss.

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 915 0898-The rain in the southwest is a bit heavy recently (I touched it today

With a messy timeline, Lan Xing finally made it to six o'clock at night.

The sky began to get dark, and the winter night fell early.

The dark blue sky reflected the peaceful lights of thousands of houses, and something gradually became noisy.

Now in Nanbang, I don’t know how many people have cast their sights on the Busan area, on the Sansang Manor in Busan, trying to see clearly behind the chaotic fog, how many parties are planning, and how many are breaking the game? hope.

Princess Sansang's birthday party was not so grand.

However, the Sansang chaebol wants to make this birthday banquet similar to the swearing-in meeting, to win people's hearts. I don't know how many invitations are sent out. Whether you come or not, it is already considered to be in line with the next fierce struggle. .

It was friends who had survived the winter and shared the flesh and blood of those who had escaped.

It is the enemy who does not come, but who stipulates that the hunter must be able to beat the prey?

If the guests outside of Nanbang are pure guests, then no one in the entire Nanbang can be alone.

In Millikin, the three things that no one can avoid are birth, taxes, and death.

In Nanbang, among the three things that no one can avoid, paying taxes has become Sansang.

The situation is so great, the scourge of the country must be eliminated-but how can it be easily eliminated if it can grow into a scourge of the country.

Unless you have the determination to kill, shoot with a beast-like state of mind, and shoot through that irrational heart.

But Lawyer Wen didn't, at least from the looks of it now, he didn't.

Everyone is waiting for today's dinner, waiting for tomorrow's sun to rise as usual, and waiting for the upcoming fierce battle after completely standing in line.

But what they don't know is that some people don't want them to see the sun tomorrow.

Not even willing to let them see the dawn.

There is no second day——

……

……

"I love dawn! I love dawn!"

"Shut up, Jacky Cheung is the God of Songs..."

"Jacky Cheung? Then where did you put me, Lin Zixiang? Ah?"

"Don't make noise—is the sniper spot occupied?"

"The Gyeongbokgung gang hang people, I will be watched even if I set up a big spy, I didn't put the gun on his head!"

"Work harder, after finishing this wave, everyone will get a wider share of the year-end bonus..."

"Do you still have hairtail over there? We are all rice noodles, grain and oil, and we can add at most two boxes of Red Fuji."

"Don't make noise, someone is starting to enter the venue, check the information."

"I'm really convinced of the stupidity of Gyeongbokgung Palace. I put a mirror on that man, and he almost made a dolphin sound. Did I shoot when I put on the mirror? Ah? If I shoot him Can you still call out?"

"Which guy? Oh, I saw it - the first heir of the Tianle chaebol... Hey, my, next."

There are not many high-rise buildings around Busan Manor, but there are tall trees, occupying some commanding heights is extremely simple for the field operators of the Ninth Bureau.

Although some people in Nanbang were not happy, they even raised the words 'they may assassinate our people' during the meeting, put forward the threat of nine innings, and even asked the officials to come forward immediately to let these outsiders get out of Nanbang .

Then there was no more - all the participants looked at him like an idiot, and the director of the National Intelligence Service who presided over the meeting stood up and asked him to sit in the main seat.

Come on, you are so brave, you can say it yourself.

So the flags and drums died down, nothing happened, and the years were quiet...

In order to protect those guys, the Ninth Bureau even brought miniature nuclear bombs. Do you still care how many guns they have?

To put it bluntly, in the opinion of Nanban officials, it is better to let outsiders like the Ninth Bureau who have no interest in guarding the key positions than let Gyeongbokgung come up.

The ghost knows how many young people there are in Gyeongbokgung Palace. Even if it is the so-called official faction, the leaders above don't dare to believe it all.

It would be better to say that the so-called official faction is just a slap in the face, not so obvious.

The people in the dark world are all for money, for being popular in another field, especially for the high-level plutocrats who have been iron-clad for so many years, there are really idealistic fools who can live alone in the wolf den of the eight-way radicals of?

Save yourself, this is not a republic. A meal allowance of 300 yuan and a wider portion of hairtail at the end of the year can satisfy people. How can there be such a hero who serves the country and the people.

So under the premise of mutual distrust, the people from the Ninth Bureau who came thousands of miles away silently set up a big sniper, skillfully put the aiming frame on every so-called dignitary who can see, as long as they These people can be collapsed with the flick of a finger.

If this list is put together and posted on the dark web, it will probably become an assassination buffet. I don’t know how many business tycoons in the area want to make Nanbang’s chaebol dead.

This is a plot that even the directors in the Chasing Dream showbiz would not dare to mess up. It is full of black humor and absurdity, making people unable to laugh even if they want to.

And under the protection of this layered framework, it is Nanbang's own official personnel's outer protection network, and the Sansang chaebol manor inside.

As the night began, someone moved delicate dishes into the banquet hall like assembly line work.

But the diners hadn't arrived yet.

The diners—or the meal itself—are still on the way.

In the distant night sky, there was a faint howl, like a hoarse monster singing in the snow.

So a member of Bureau Nine picked out his ears and looked around suspiciously.

"Where is the dog barking?"

……

……

"Twelve kids, but no two little ones?"

Aliya sat in her room, wearing only a white undershirt, and let her good sister Yucixin help her with makeup.

Although Yu Cixin was a hanger when she was wild in khaki color, but this did not prevent her body from being one of the existences who had mastered Blue Star's strongest makeup skills, and her achievements in makeup were comparable to disguise.

The other one who is so powerful is called Qianmian Yaoji, a scumbag who divorced her husband and was rejected by her daughter. Now she is squatting in a corner of Europa, not knowing what she is doing.

"Although I really want to say that this is wrong information, in fact, if there is no information, there is nothing." Picking up the appropriate cosmetics, the khaki-colored sister Yu did not raise her head: "The identities of more than ten children have been found out, and three of them One was abducted, and the other were adopted by "good-hearted people" in the orphanage. In a sense, the good life promised by those kind-hearted people has been fulfilled, at least there are not too many traces of abuse."