After Becoming a Little Sister

Come on, if it was the ninth round, the previous shot shouldn't have been a sniper rifle, but a recoilless gun.

Either those lunatics don't do it, or they do it, it will definitely be a thunderous military strike mode, which is much more ferocious than the gate of truth.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure it out. In his impression, those who can appear here are either some small organizations with little ability, or some behemoths, but this kind of style is not suitable no matter how you look at it.

In the end, he looked at his watch, and he could only put all this behind him, thinking that it might be a warning from some Lone Ranger.

The master of the dark world in the Nanbang area... Heh, it's ridiculous.

This kind of chaotic area that seems to have national sovereignty but is actually weak can only be reduced to an arena for all parties to compete.

Thinking of this, he ordered the convoy to start, don't stop along the road ahead, and go to the destination as soon as possible.

Scanning his surroundings sharply, the man with the scar subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

It's just that because the side rearview mirror was knocked out, I couldn't see the specific situation of the car behind me. I could only vaguely see a car behind me from the rearview mirror above the center console, and there was only a shadowy shadow left behind.

The man with the scar narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

But the convoy still drove forward and gradually picked up speed.

"Have the preliminary test results come out?"

"Come out, there are 11 targets that meet the initial screening of the perfect original body of the blood-borne virus, and the follow-up... there are three in total, one in our team, and one of the other two teams has two, Not a lot of luck for a team."

"That's the normal situation. It's very rare to be able to screen out three." The man with the scar snorted coldly: "Don't think that the follow-up research will be easy because of this short-term luck. I don't want to see you These guys hold the Doctor back."

"Okay, you make sense." The preliminary blood sample comparison was not difficult, and the researcher who followed the car handed over the information: "Although I think the blood-borne virus we released this time seems to have encountered another virus that appeared in the Busan area. It is not just a matter of luck—the one in the No. [-] car, his blood sample showed a very special reaction, it seems It is one of the people infected with the heterogeneous virus."

The man with the scar took a few glances at it, picking out the data he could understand and memorizing it.

Although the current executive officer of the dark world is no longer the kind of person who can only fight and kill in the past, and his academic qualifications are all high, but the time he took up the post was after all, not now, and some of his academic qualities are not up to standard. It is also a problem left over from history, no wonder he didn't work hard himself.

It's better to say that if he had a good education back then, how could he go all out to eat blood and eat...

After writing down the specific information, and preparing to answer a few questions when the doctor asked, the man with the scar handed back the information: "Since the guy in the No. [-] car may be the Primarch, I hope you can... wait! "

He raised his head abruptly, looked at the broken rearview mirror, and seemed to think of something.

Then he grabbed the walkie-talkie in the car and said in a serious tone, "Car No. [-]! Answer immediately!"

"Zizi...Zizi——"

There was a rustling sound from the communicator. Although the convoy was still driving normally, the man with the scar didn't get a response from the No. [-] car at all.

Accompanied by the emergency braking of the leading vehicle, the entire convoy slid forward in unison before braking successfully. A few seconds later, dozens of Shattered Cross operators in chemical protective suits rushed out of their respective vehicles. Get down, hold the gun in your hand and surround the No. [-] car directly.

The driver of the No. [-] car and the operator in the co-pilot position were unknown, so they almost subconsciously raised their hands in a French military salute, for fear that their companions would shoot him seven times if they slipped their hands.

The man with the scar came over with a gun in his hand, and turned all the way to the back compartment: "Open the compartment—"

There are two lines for communication in the car, one is to contact the driver, and the other is to contact the person in charge of the escort of each car.

The car is still there, and the driver is also there, but the people here don't answer, which is so weird that it makes people chill.

Accompanied by a burst of violent demolition, the unresponsive compartment was opened from the outside.

Then everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene in the car, their eyes glazed over—the people in the car were lying down in disorder, as if they were in a coma, while the stretcher in the car was empty, and a big living person was lying there. They disappeared under their noses, as if they had evaporated.

Ah this-

The man with the scar walked into the car, grabbed the nearest man and took off his helmet, only to find that it was indeed his man, but passed out.

After he checked his whole body, he found that there was a tiny hole in the arm of his chemical protective suit, and there was a needle hole in his arm, which seemed to be injected with a strong anesthetic.

After walking two steps in, the man with the scar stopped and looked down at the floor.

He stomped on the floor twice, pursed his lips and backed out: "Open the floor."

The operators looked at each other—how did the floor come off?Dismantling the car?

Two operators who were not wearing chemical protective suits rolled up their sleeves, leaned over to look around, and unexpectedly found that the floor was not the tight-fitting chassis of the original emergency vehicle, but had traces after cutting, and you could still smell it when you squatted down. The sour smell of metal was just covered by the strong smell of disinfectant before.

They tried to lift the floor, and found that a big hole was cut out in the chassis of the car at some point, and it also perfectly avoided vehicle parts such as the drive shaft, and there was something scratching on the drive shaft Remove traces of original oil stains.

Someone cut open the chassis of this car, dragged the person down and took him away?

"..."

The man with the scar squinted his eyes for a while, then put away his gun: "This is misleading, the other party fled from the car openly, when we left the tunnel."

If there are vehicle wreckages at the exit and entrance as obstacles to the line of sight, avoid the line of sight when queuing through the narrow exit. If you move quickly, just get out and avoid it.

That shot was not aimed at sniping him, let alone a warning, but simply aimed at smashing his rearview mirror, so that he, the only person who could detect the opponent's movements, could not see the changes of the car behind him.

So what the hell is this?

To be able to do this is just to snatch a person...

At that time, even they themselves were not sure that the other party was one of the original bodies, and it was even more impossible to talk about the inner ghost.

The man with the scar took a deep breath: "Send him back, and the second team will go to that hospital with me."

"Boss, there is a fable in the Republic called Carving a Boat and Seeking a Sword..."

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll give you a shot right now—wasn't there a woman who stopped us before? Since she sent someone to the hospital, she must have some connection with him. If she is caught, no matter what Pressing questions or using them as bait is better than finding a needle in a haystack."

"But won't people leave the hospital?"

"Are you an idiot? You have to register when you enter the hospital. If you can't catch anyone, you can find the information she left!"

"Then what if she left false news?"

The man with the scar raised his hand expressionlessly and put it on his forehead: "Shut up!"

"OK." The man under him didn't look scared at all, he gestured for a zipper around his mouth, and raised his hands.

Naturally, the man with the scar would not actually shoot. The brutal leader in the movie who shoots his subordinates at every turn will be shot and retaliated by his subordinates sooner or later. He will not be so stupid if he doesn't know how he died.

But it's true that I'm upset, I have to find some travel allowance and action bonus for this guy from the mouth, and I'll take a look at the foot he took first when he got in the car later.

"Although we don't know who took the original body away, it is obvious that we are enemies from now on." The man with the scar snorted coldly: "If we follow the clues he left to find it, it is estimated that we will have to spend a lot of time to find it." Half a day to explore the sewer near that tunnel..."

"Boss, I don't think you're right." Gang Jing's men thought for a while: "Actually, we should be enemies from the beginning, otherwise why would you rob people? Boss, your logic is flawed."

"……To shut up!"

……

……

"You'd better not talk."

The ordinary uncle said so, and continued to drive without looking back, ignoring the person who was sitting stiffly in the passenger seat.

"..."

Opening his eyes, the outdated entertainer, who was covered in injuries but only felt numb, could no longer pretend that he was in a coma.

He glanced at the street scene outside the car, looking at those rioting scenes, his vision was a little dazed.

Just when he couldn't hold back and wanted to say something, Uncle Pingwuqi stepped on the brake and said, "Here we are."

The outdated artist turned his eyes back from the car window, looked at the building in front of him, and said with a little surprise, "Doctor, hospital!"

Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you here to save me? Thank you so much! Although I don't know who asked you to come, I will give you money too! I will give you... I will give you 500 million round!"

500 million yuan is actually quite a lot, equivalent to [-] republican yuan, which was not even the price for Brother Qiangqiang's life back then.

The ordinary uncle glanced at him, and he didn't know whether he felt his generosity or stinginess, so he just opened the door and got out of the car: "Let's go, someone paid for you - you know his daughter, he entrusted me came to find you."

The ex-artist's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and then he became a little anxious. He began to think hard about which female fan he had slept with was the kind of powerful lady in the family, who could ask his father to call in professionals to rescue him.

But before he could think about it, the ordinary old man had already walked towards the hospital, neither calling for a stretcher for him, nor calling for doctors and nurses to help him, acting as if he didn't care.

The has-been artist hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car, staggering and jumping forward on tiptoe: "Wait! Wait for me!"

Although the wounds on my body looked terrible, I didn't feel any pain at all, and I didn't feel any weakness in my spirit or anywhere. On the contrary, I was very excited. The numbness from those wounds was more like When I was sleeping, I accidentally slept on my side, and the slight numbness was acceptable.

This weird feeling made the former artist panic and uneasy, he almost subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek, and then was frightened by the foreign body that didn't resemble skin: "Ah! Ahhh—— My face! There's something on my face!"

The unremarkable uncle glanced back at him, and when his eyes met, the out-of-date artist seemed to have found his backbone, and rushed over to grab him: "My face! Is there something on my face? Hurry up!" Call the doctor! Call the doctor!!"

"...This is the hospital." The plain old man looked at his watch: "Be quiet and go in by yourself——the innermost operating room on the second floor, there are doctors waiting for you there."

The outdated entertainer nodded frantically, howled and pushed those passers-by away, and just plunged into the hospital.

In the monitoring screen, there is no ordinary uncle who is stuck on the edge of the dead corner of the monitoring, only the outdated artist seems to have gone crazy, bloody and wounded everywhere, rushing straight to the second floor up.

The hot girl sitting on the hospital bed in the operating room yawned, swiped the short video on her phone, and sat up in surprise: "Here he is! He is here!"

Almost at the moment she finished speaking, a past artist with injuries all over her body slammed open the door and staggered and fell in.

He glanced around in fear, and then grabbed the body of the black doctor in the slums covered by the green surgical gown as if he had caught the savior: "Doctor! Doctor, save me!"

Then he saw the hot girl and seemed to suddenly realize: "It's you!"

The hot girl Mu Youzi snorted coldly, reached her waist and prepared to draw a gun to warn the other party to be honest: "That's right, it's—"

"It was you who asked someone to save me!"

"I..." The hot girl Mu Youzi tilted her head, and silently put the gun back: "What did you say?"

"Thank you, thank you!" The ex-artist hurriedly thanked, and then climbed onto the operating table automatically and consciously: "Doctor! The doctor checks me quickly! Operate me quickly! I'll give you money, I'll give you a lot of money— —My father is very rich!"

"..."

The black doctor in the slum was in a trance, and silently picked up the scalpel.

How familiar words...

Then he also gave a familiar answer. The face behind the mask showed a treacherous smile, with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"it is good--"

PS: The group of friends will take wedding photos tomorrow, so envious...

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 932 0914-Love yourself!Be ashamed! (add 4/4 for reward

To be honest, in a sense, today's outdated artists are the kind of crabs or crayfish that jump into the boiling hot pot in sand sculpture videos.