After Becoming a Little Sister

He looked into the eyes of the khaki-colored sister Yu, and he couldn't go down, so he got stuck.

The khaki-colored sister Yu smiled softly, raised her hand and pointed at the blank column on the action order, as if pointing: "It seems that you never thought that you would have such an exciting experience tonight, if something happens We can all predict the future, so is that still called impermanent fate?"

Then her expression became serious, and she showed her ID card again. The shining emblem was as lofty and bright as the bright moonlight in the sky, without selfish desires and distractions: "I am for the peace of Nanbang, if you I have the right to inquire about the official internal information. I think I can receive an alert from criminal detectives in Gyeonggi Province. They have found evidence that the Samsang chaebol has colluded with a terrorist organization. They are now pursuing it. I suspect they want to engage in A big move—you know what I mean."

Anyone who understands understands, and anyone who doesn't understand can't do it.

The representative of Gwanghwamun thought he understood, and was shocked, but fell into a new confusion.

If the Sansang chaebol wanted to make a big fuss, why did they kill themselves?

As if blessed with mind-reading skills, the khaki-colored lady shrugged her shoulders and added just right: "It's a pity that the goddess of fate is on the side of justice, and they play off-some things are not like they play with money." It can be easily controlled."

So the representative of Gwanghwamun suddenly took the pen, and tremblingly touched the tip of the pen to the action order.

The ink on the tip of the pen slowly smeared, and his throat rolled, not daring to look into the eyes of the second son Sansang next to him.

If it is signed, then the deal proposed by the second son of Sansang before will be invalidated. Although at that time he was looking at Li Shunchen's deterrence and felt that he would die if he didn't agree, but why didn't he have the slightest selfishness?

The khaki-colored elder sister sighed slightly: "I thought... Lawyer Wen sent you here because he absolutely trusts you..."

For a moment, the Gwanghwamun representative's eyes froze, all voices were rational, endless shame and guilt surged out of his heart like a sea tide, and the hastily constructed The dam called self-interest was beaten to pieces.

He trembled his lips, let out a breath, and then took a deep breath——

In the next second, he slapped the action command on the front of the car, and the strong and powerful handwriting jumped out of the paper, and even the last stroke directly scratched the paper because of too much force, and penetrated the back of the paper.

Some tears flowed down, but he seemed to be born again.

The crew members next to him also wanted to give him a new life-the captain wiped the paint on the front cover of the car distressedly, and glared at each other.

The representative of Gwanghwamun, who didn't notice this, handed the action order to the khaki-colored sister. This submissive man, who was timid and frightened, straightened his back slowly and firmly, and his tone was full of confidence again: "I I request that the mobile team be dispatched immediately to protect my personal safety, not because I am afraid of death, but because I have to meet the commander in person and tell him something—tell him personally!"

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the second son of Sansang, his eyes were no longer hesitant and confused, but solid and enthusiastic after making a decision: "I am very grateful that you saved my life, but I think our cooperation , it shouldn’t be possible...Sorry, I’m an official person.”

He even laughed and grinned, not as if he had lost the glory and wealth of the rest of his life, but as if he had regained something precious that he had lost, refreshed.

At this time, Captain Park of the Busan Bureau, who had been hiding in a corner and was lucky to escape with the Gyeongbokgung Palace operatives, also rushed out from the edge in disgrace, waving his hands and shouting 'here !here! ' Then, he ran over with his mobile phone in hand.

The Ninth Bureau operatives stopped him. The public official who was stopped by the Republic cadres at his home didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He just gestured to his mobile phone: "I want to see the representative! I have something to say to him! Important words!"

The representative of Gwanghwamun frowned, and looked at the khaki-colored lady with a questioning look.

The latter drew his gun in his hand and smiled reassuringly: "I will protect you well, this is my job."

As she spoke, she gestured to the action order in her hand: "At least within 24 hours, I can't let anything happen to my superior."

"Then please let him come here." The representative of Gwanghwamun politely bowed slightly from the operatives of Bureau Nine: "Thank you for your hard work."

Only then did the tall shield-wielding operator get out of his way, staring at Captain Park of the Busan Bureau as if looking down on a little chicken, gesturing to the picture on his phone, and then talking about some of his own guesses, adding fuel and vinegar to it. Crooked meal.

What could be better than being a [-]-year-old boy at the last moment to abandon the dark and turn to the bright?

Perhaps this should not be called Erwuzi, but called "rebellion after probation"—Captain Park brought precise backstabs, which completely confirmed what Khaki Yujie said before, and the mastermind behind all the turmoil The Sansang chaebol, it's just that they played things off themselves.

The representative of Gwanghwamun just listened without saying a word, and then he turned his eyes to Li Shunchen, who was stared at by the [-]th Bureau operative.

The cowardly fear was dispelled by the aura of the envoy representing the government at this moment, looking at Li Shunchen as if looking at his own subordinates, his tone was low and sonorous: "Chief Li, I think you should be responsible for what happened tonight. The commander has an explanation—explain it personally!"

Li Shunchen closed his eyes and stopped talking, his expression showing a bit of slump.

The roles of the winner and the loser are reversed, and the triumphant victory and the decadence of losing all previous achievements are intertwined.

How can the momentum of people and people change so drastically?

No one knows, but it has to be said that the current representative of Gwanghwamun has a little bit of envoy bearing.

In the ancient history of the Republic, there have been too many vivid deeds of envoys. No matter what kind of person they are, once they travel on festivals, it means that they represent the entire dynasty and the face of the huge and ancient country behind them.

Just like the civilization disguised as a country, the mighty power descended from the sky, walking on the earth.

If you are an envoy of a big country, and even a powerful one, then no matter what the purpose is, it is impossible and impossible to weaken your momentum, or you have enough confidence to speak hard.

The representative of Gwanghwamun represents the official orthodoxy of Nambang. This country may not be powerful compared to the surrounding countries, and it is even a bit arrogant and ridiculous, but it cannot be denied that this is a small and well-equipped country. Officials, after they are really serious, still have the qualifications to exercise public power on this land, and this qualification is called righteousness.

But at the end of the day, he came to his senses and realized the righteousness. Naturally, he didn't blame the representative of Gwanghwamun for being a different person.

"Do you need us to do anything? Mr. Representative." Bai Li was very generous.

Before seeing him as a coward, he didn't respond, but now that he is acting like a businessman, Baili will not lose his manners.

It would be better to say that the Republic was the radiation center of the Asia-Pacific cultural circle back then. Etiquette has long since abandoned the rigid form and has been integrated into the depths of the bones.

When I don't need it, I can be elegant and easy-going and breathe out fragrance, and when I really need it, I can be really elegant and easy-going, and breathe out fragrance.

Although these words are spoken to foreigners, it is estimated that they will be regarded as making things difficult for others with the Mandarin 8 test questions...

"Please restrict the activities of these people, and wait until the trapped people are rescued, please also restrict - if possible, I would be very grateful to be able to provide some first aid assistance." The representative of Gwanghwamun bowed to Baili solemnly: "Afterwards The official will thank you all, and it is our disrespect for such an accident to happen.”

Saying this in the capacity of an official representative means that tonight, whether it is a shooting or a fight in the ninth round, or even pulling out a heavy vehicle and bombing with a howitzer, it will not be regarded as a point of nonsense by the official afterwards. Gwanghwamun Endorsing the Ninth Bureau, allowing the opponent to make this kind of legitimate defensive behavior, and even thanking them.

Baili is very satisfied. Although I am causing damage in your territory, I know that I am a good person, so I accept your thanks without hesitation.

Correspondingly, it is natural to help this weak Gwanghwamun representative do some small things within his ability.

As a result, the Gwanghwamun representative became the most capable armed force in the current situation. The stinky younger brother of Gyeongbokgung Palace could only watch as his chief was controlled by others with long guns and short cannons. I don't know what to do.

This wave has stabilized, and the flying dragon is riding on the face. No one can turn this situation over again.

The Sansang chaebol is no longer the leader.

Nanbang officials successfully split the chaebol group.

The second son got his wish and became the heir.

The protagonist group has rich benefits and can grab them at will.

The Ninth Bureau of the Republic even used only a security team and a few heavy equipment teams to completely break the backbone of Gyeongbokgung Palace.

This wave is a win-win situation, and everyone has a bright future.

The helicopters finally came, and the reason they came so slowly was not because they lost the line, but because they were going to kill the cloud birds.

What came was not a reloaded helicopter, but an armed helicopter—although it wore the belly paint of a rescue helicopter, it could carry the weapons and equipment of the Republic, and even the iconic Tianyan 90 helicopter special short-range Air-to-air missiles hang brightly, next to the traditional Yi Neng rocket launcher.

[Prototype Ten-Type Rotor Gunship Lei Yan] of the Northern Land Model of the Republic

There are two types of Lei Yanniang in the north and the south. The mainstream view is that the difference is caused by the different processing units and batches in the north and the south. After licking the outside, I found that the photoelectric tracking and night vision system on the nose of Lei Yanniang in the Northland and the triangular vertical fins under the tail are similar to the prototype in 07, while the Lei Yanniang in the south has a The changes, especially the fins, were directly flattened - this is not a change that can be made by simple processing, this must be a big change!

With such a big change, we can start a new line!Then ask the general manager for a budget!

The birth of Lei Yanniang had many fates. The prototype was only made in 07. After the Wuzhi, the extreme rotor load test project encountered an accident during the flight test. All the warning lights above the altitude of 1800 meters were all on. , none of them landed. The two test pilots discussed briefly for a few seconds, and then spent 4 minutes driving the semi-disintegrated prototype to fly more than 20 kilometers, avoiding all residential areas along the way, and finally made an emergency landing in a rice field. superior.

Experts rushed over and found that the oil pipes of this prototype engine were all broken, all the hydraulic oil had leaked out, and the tail drive system was damaged so badly that it was no different from being scrapped. How did this thing come back?

As a result, they turned their heads and found that the two test pilots were still feeling sorry for the rice fields they had crushed by themselves, and wondered whether the child who was strolling by the rice fields before was frightened by their forced landing. —Although they have already pulled up, they switched from the target rice field to the second block before the emergency landing. This kind of operation of pulling the double jump to the limit when smashing down will be sprayed to death in Hollywood movies.

The experts asked them why they were so desperate, and the two test pilots were even more surprised than the experts, saying that this is not a prototype?

If the prototype is smashed, what will be used for follow-up research and development?Another fight?Isn't this nonsense...

Back then, Lei Yanniang could only dance in the air, but now Lei Yanniang can cross the wind and snow openly, and the seven rocket nests beat the cloudy birds that were driven back by the drone until they didn't even recognize their mothers. The fireworks exploding in the air are more beautiful than the fireworks display.

After thoroughly confirming the air supremacy, Bai Li looked up at the formation of her own rescue civilian helicopters, threw a cigarette into the open space next to her, and pressed the communicator next to her ear to contact them: "This is the security team, the target is confirmed. Safe, can it be transferred?"

"This is the Air Rescue Squad, you can turn to—wait a minute, I'll connect to the tower communication...Hello? Is it the ground tower? We are the hospital rescue helicopter, here to carry out the rescue and transportation of the seriously injured...Okay, no problem... …why are there so many formation flights—well, of course it’s because the injured are all rich people, the Busan manor of the Sansang chaebol, you know who it is...Okay, okay—hey, a bastard Strange thing, how did we get discovered when we flew close to the ground at low altitude?"

Baili took off the communicator and picked out her ears. Although I, Baili, don't understand aviation, you have already played two rounds of fucking rocket nests, and you still ask why the other party can find out?

"Ahem, this is the Air Rescue Squad. We've finished our work. Now we can transfer the target to a safe area. We will escort the heavy carrier aircraft away and take them all away at once."

Speaking of the formation of helicopters in the sky, they circled separately towards the two sides, and a large orange-painted Mi-26 with big waist and round waist was revealed at the core of the formation.

This thing can hold more than 80 passengers at a time, and that's not counting the flight crew, flight engineers and flight technicians, who pack and take away.

When the heavy rescue helicopter landed, the vehicles that rushed in to rescue people also came out.

The number one car was parked in an open space on one side, the captain jumped down and nodded to Bai Li.

People were saved.

And so the last hope is shattered...

The second young master Sansang sat slumped on the ground, his gaze was empty.

Beside him is the third princess Sansang who had been bitten off a piece of flesh and blood, and now she is looking at her elder brothers in panic—the two elder brothers, the second elder brother who is paralyzed on the ground, and the other who was kicked out of the car Ti slipped out, with burn-like blisters and burn marks on his body, and looked at the elder brother here with resentment.

It was miserable, life was worse than death, but he didn't die.

Why is he not dead?

The Second Young Master Sansang looked at him directly, he didn't even care about the anger of the four big chaebols, he just looked at his eldest brother.

Why doesn't he die like this?

sorry...

Regret that I didn't kill him neatly before...

"Pa-ta--"

A small object was thrown on the ground by someone, and rolled along the ground.

The girl in the phoenix robe stood in front of him, looking down at him, with a cold full moon hanging behind her.

If the sun restrains the scorching flames and weaves into a bright and elegant lunar moon, pouring down the silver light like water.

At this moment, the girl is no longer as proud and inviolable as she was when she faced Li Jianxi before. Instead, she is like the exiled fairy who came out of the painting, lightly moving her lotus steps to stop in the world.

The Second Young Master Sansang looked down at the small thing in front of him, and focused his gaze a little.

A seal, a golden seal with turtle buttons, is the same as the prince, and on the seal is the words "King of Korea's Seal" written in the book.

The girl looked down at him: "Pick it up."

"..."

"I can give it to you if you want it—I can give you whatever you want, pick it up."

The focus of Sansang's second son's eyes was completely closed, but his pupils shrank like needles at this moment, as if he could hear the implication from the other party's words.

Something is being strung together in the mind, from the beginning to the end, from the beginning of the dinner party to the end of the unresolved farce.

is her……

is her! !

she is she is she is she——