After Becoming a Little Sister

The second son Sansang looked away from his elder brother who was limp on the ground begging, and looked at the eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol.

"I want half of the shares in the logistics industry." As he said so, Li Shunchen led him along.

The countdown counted down to 10 seconds, and the door was closed.

After losing the deterrence of Li Shunchen, those nobles of the chaebol rushed up like crazy, scratched the car door, and made all kinds of noises.

Begging for mercy, warning, threatening, cursing, crying bitterly - but these are all separated by the car window, leaving only vague whispers, like the whispers of the devil, bewitching, but also irritating vomit.

The second son of Sansang looked down at his knees, and tried his best to speak correctly in the Republic of China, without raising his head: "Thank you for saving my life, 1000 million Republic of China yuan per person, as long as I can get out alive, I will definitely send it to everyone superior."

The premise is that he can get out alive, and no one makes a loop at this last moment.

It really doesn't.

Baili in the front seat closed her eyes, and the head of the number one car next to her stepped on the gas pedal. The large specially equipped Dongfeng warrior roared and rushed into the fog. The direction of the broken door.

The following vehicles dragged the rescue capsule forward to keep up, and the team's searchlights were extremely bright, like a long glowing dragon rushing out of the sea, heading straight for the light of the moon and the sparse stars.

The eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol curled up and shivered, hugging her knees and staring blankly, not daring to look at anything outside.

The second son of Sansang looked at the representative of Gwanghwamun next to him in this turmoil: "I am now the only legal heir of the Sansang chaebol... I only want Sansang's electronics industry, and the HJ chaebol's logistics industry, and other I can give up everything, including heavy industry and military industry - and I can guarantee that you will live in prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life..."

The meaning is simple, there was no murder of father and brother tonight, it was just a sad accident.

As long as he agrees to help the Second Young Master conceal it, then he will have the achievements that can rise to the sky, and he will also have the most solid and reliable allies—or the means to blackmail the allies. From then on, the capital of the Sansang chaebol can be used by him.

The Gwanghwamun representative glanced at the expressionless Li Shunchen, and squeezed out a stiff smile: "Everything... is according to the second son's wishes."

So the matter was finalized, the convoy rushed out of the dense fog, and at the same time as the inner circulation warning issued a red warning signal light, it broke into the normal environment, throwing the thick and thick fog in the air. behind.

The captain of the number one car pressed the wiper, then shrugged: "It was corroded and broken, I don't think it's a quality problem, what do you think?"

Baili closed her eyes and said nothing, the radar scan diagram flashed on her watch, the air rescue was approaching fast and would arrive soon.

But Li Guang's little white fox's communication brought her thoughts back to reality——

"The latest information from the drone monitoring shows that... the corrosion intensity of the dense fog has decreased. It's very strange, as if someone is adjusting it."

Baili opened her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"It means that although it's still toxic, our car can rush back to save people—with this concentration, those people shouldn't die."

The air froze instantly at this moment.

Behind the image of Liguang's little white fox, the girl wearing the Daming Phoenix robe put a small thing in her sleeve on the ground.

It was a seal of the king of the feudal kingdom bestowed on Nanbang by the Ming Dynasty.

The first and only one.

If I don't give it to you, you can't take it away.

I give you, you—

Can't not accept...

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 925 0907-So, it's done (add 7/?

After the air freezes, it flows again because someone moved.

Li Shunchen turned around - but in the next second, his movements were frozen in place, and he dared not continue.

More than five heavily armed shield guards raised their hands and pointed their guns at his head. Not far away, within sight, a lady in a peach blossom-colored robe was dragging an epee backwards, blocking the road in front of him. On the other hand, another plump Taoist nun pulled out a Peace Defender gun from her back, opened the lever, and loaded the shocking large-caliber ammunition into it. .

Does he dare to move?

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

As a master of the dark world who started fighting, and theoretically the strongest chief of Gyeongbokgung Palace in Nanbang, he is more decisive than any Nanbang, so he naturally understands when to do things—or when to say What is the most thorough way to solve the problem.

The best way to solve a problem is to solve the person who asked it.

If there are no operators from Bureau Nine here, then he will turn around and kill everyone, naturally and neatly.

Some people may be puzzled about the cause of their death, and even want to investigate thoroughly, but will that change the fact that they are all dead?

The second son of Sansang still has enough power and time to control the inheritance left by Li Jianxi, and even use money to open the way, turning the culprit of this matter into a person who has nothing to do with him.

You can have as much money as you want, [-] million, [-] billion, even [-] billion—but the rest is all his own.

Li Shunchen, on the other hand, is still the one who possesses the power of the dragon, who can rise from a running dog to a powerful minister.

Even because of his outstanding individual combat power and his past experience of colluding with traitors, as long as the second son of Sansang is not brain-dead, he will not want to do a cunning operation-killing a donkey is fine, but the premise is that he must fight well. Donkey.

Li Jianxi can die by accident, who can guarantee that the second son Sansang will not have some "accident"?

It is as if there is anyone in the current Nanbang who can guarantee that Li Shunchen will be killed in one blow, even if the second son of Sansang spends a lot of money to invite the killer king of Jiaziyu to deal with this kind of expert knife of the same level. Guarantee that he won't try his best to get away, and finally hit back and everyone will be killed.

So obviously, as long as Li Shunchen can control the speed and not float up so that the second son Sansang insists on killing him, then everyone can continue to play happily.

The second son of Sansang owns the new Sansang chaebol after annexing the four weak chaebols. Even if he bows to the authorities, he can get much more than when he was a son, and these are all at his disposal.

Li Shunchen, on the other hand, was able to get rid of the situation of confrontation with the official, and even relied on this unexplainable credit to get one fish and two fish, no matter from the official or the plutocratic level, he was regarded as half of his own, and he was trustworthy.

We all have a bright future——

The premise is that those damned people have already died thoroughly.

If there were only nine round operators, he could still grit his teeth and rush forward, trying to exchange injuries for lives, and gambled big.

After all, there are no masters of the same level. The Ninth Bureau cadres can guard against people like him, but they may not be able to stop him.

But there are masters here—or two.

No, Li Shunchen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned his head to look at Bai Li behind him who put away his gun and showed his knife.

It's two and a half...

The sharp aura that the young Bai Li is blooming at this moment is like a real sharp blade, and the overwhelming momentum gives people the feeling that someone is holding a sharp knife, bit by bit in front of him. Arrived between the eyebrows.

That kind of scalp-numbing feeling is even more heart-palpiating than a direct knife.

Are the operators of the Ninth Bureau of the Republic all monsters? !

Li Shunchen froze on the spot, then lowered his eyes and raised his hands: "Don't be impulsive, everyone has something to say..."

"What did you say?" Baili grinned, "You said you want to be a good person?"

The captain of the number one car smoked a cigarette, glanced at the second young master Sansang, shook his head and left with a rather emotional expression, and took the two cars back to the mist to save people.

If it was an accident, it would at most make people feel indignant and surprised—Li Jianxi came out with the chaebol, and his son and daughter were fine in the end. After the indignation, should it be the son or the son? Desperate.

It's great, the big deal is that the son and daughter will become more separated when they get old, and they will not be so filial, but at least it can be regarded as half a happy ending.

But now, with the killing of fathers and brothers, the trust between the chaebols has broken down. The five big chaebols were originally united in the same spirit, but now they are definitely at odds with each other.

Watching the two armored vehicles rush into the fog without any sign of slowing down, when the light penetrated into the fog, it seemed to drag the heart of the second son Sansang into the abyss.

It's all over, all for naught.

As he thought about it, the fist hanging by his side was clenched, and then loosened, his lifeless eyes flickered, as if he was looking for something.

It also seems to be choosing something——

Then, he reached into his pocket, took out a small pistol, and when all eyes were on Li Shunchen, he pointed the gun at a man beside him.

The representative of Gwanghwamun who was rescued and almost reached the sky in one step, but now fell into confusion.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely.

Apart from the fact that my elder brother came back to fight for the property, and justifiably took over the Sansang chaebol with the weight of righteousness, and the four major chaebols all supported him, there was another choice.

That is to completely tear up the face with the officials tonight, and tie the chaebol to his side.

If there is no possibility of surrender and the leaders of the four major chaebols are not dead, it is necessary to rebuild a new cooperation system. In Nanbang, all large-scale commercial cooperation systems cannot avoid the Sansang chaebol.

They can be dissatisfied and full of hostility, but if they don't have to kneel, they can only stand on their own side.

Li Jianxi died, leaving only these two sons, one is a wimp and the other is a cold-blooded poisonous snake.

No one would want to fight behind a waste, because there is no doubt that they will lose.

Even if the other option is a cold-blooded poisonous snake, a future tyrant, at least he has the ability to correspond to cold-blooded.

This is a question that is not too difficult to decide-life or money is more important. From Li Jianxi, we can already get a glimpse of the nature of these Nanbang chaebols in their bones.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The sweet-sounding sister Yu said with a faint voice and a smile, "Kids shouldn't play with this kind of thing, it's too dangerous. My sister will keep it for you."

sccy cpx-2 pistol, 14.5 mm caliber, only 7.9 cm in length, 10 cm in barrel length, 860 rounds of ammunition, and a weight of only [-] grams. It is aimed at women's self-defense in Europe and the United States and has achieved great success in the market , in short supply.

Moreover, this is the pure white of the custom-made model, which is obviously different from the plain-pack civilian models on the market that need to place an order and wait for delivery.

The khaki royal sister accepted it with a smile, just like the Infinity Sports 1911 that replaced the butler of Big Bob.

At least she still changed it back then, and now she directly snatched it up...

The look in Li Shunchen's eyes went out, and the second son Sansang didn't even dare to turn his head back. The Gwanghwamun representative who didn't realize what happened from the beginning to the end looked back subconsciously: "What, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." The khaki-colored sister Yu took out her ID: "Special officer of the National Intelligence Service, I was ordered to investigate some secret events of the Sansang chaebol, and I will rescue you by the way."

"Ah, here—" the Gwanghwamun representative wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "It turns out to be... a special operator—cough, I mean, what should this lady be called?"

"Just call me Miss Yu, and please sign this action order."

Putting away the little white pistol she found, a certain "Special Operator of the National Intelligence Service" who was watched suspiciously by the Ninth Bureau operatives took out a copy with a smile from the gully on her chest like a magic trick. Thermal body prints and Xinxiang's action order, as well as a pen, let the representative of Gwanghwamun make a signature.

The representative of Gwanghwamun scanned the action order at a glance, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop oozing: "I, I can't... I don't have the right..."

The action order is simple, but it is also very troublesome.

He authorized special agents of the National Intelligence Service to enter the Busan Group headquarters of the five chaebols within 24 hours to retrieve any intelligence information.

This has never happened before. In Nanbang, interfering with the internal power of the chaebol to this extent is no less than driving the leaders of the five chaebols to the boat with a knife and asking them if they want to eat noodles or noodles. Want to eat wontons.

Naked power, naked coercion, without the slightest concealment.

He looked at the other party with begging eyes, as if he was making excuses: "And I have never heard that the commander-in-chief appointed the National Intelligence Service to conduct such a search operation. He—"