After Becoming a Little Sister

"Nanbang National Intelligence Agency, is there a master like you?" The man with the scar narrowed his eyes slightly in surprise.

"Heh, you can be considered a master if you have more guns?" The khaki-colored sister Yu didn't shoot - she had to figure out what these people were doing.

"Forget it, just use it!"

"Then I might be a master... as high as several floors."

"boom----"

A gunshot broke the confrontation between the two sides.

The khaki-colored sister Yu suddenly fell back, and her hair had no time to go back. The slightly rippling forehead hair was brushed by a scorching metal bullet, and several strands of hair were cut off in front of her.

And while those hairs were still flying and falling in the air, the man with the scar on the opposite side had already twisted his waist and turned around, and a diagonal kick like a battle ax directly forced him up, kicking the khaki-colored Yujie's wrist.

The small white pistol did not get out of his hand, but fired instead. Facing this kind of person who came out to disrupt the situation in one-on-one, the bullet finally did not stage a slow-motion scene, but directly hit his chest. It's like some kind of warning or punishment.

It was as if a hammer hit the chest of the person who shot the gun, and he fell straight down on his back after sitting up from the ground.

Then the khaki-colored sister Yu and the scarred man intertwined together, the khaki-colored windbreaker and the black windbreaker blasted each other, and the sound of cloth sleeves tearing the air was like two people wielding sledgehammers making trouble , Raising his hand and punching, he smashed the surrounding furnishings to pieces.

The notice board on the plastic pole was broken in the middle, the aluminum alloy guardrail was twisted into a grotesque appearance by the whip leg, the edge of the column with the cute calendar was swept away by a punch, and the tiles and bricks were smashed, and even the paper was smashed. A gap that looks like it has been bitten was made, and only half of the face of the cute little animal head is left.

It wasn't until several seconds later that the two sides backed away from each other, and the blows like a violent storm stopped.

A piece of paper the size of a fist floated leisurely between the two of them, like a leisurely white dove, with half a smiling face of a small animal printed on the white dove.

It's a pity that this is not a church, and there are no flickering candles.

The scarred man glanced sideways at his subordinates, wearing body armor, he was just lying on the ground gasping for breath, looking like he was about to die.

"For a lady, this kind of behavior is really rude." The khaki-colored lady raised her hand and twisted the broken hair in front of her forehead: "I'm actually quite satisfied with this bangs."

"...Yeah, I'm disappointed in him too—if only I could hit it right."

"Boss, if I can hit the target...cough cough—" the subordinate lying on the ground coughed and got up on hands and feet: "Then I should be the boss... this person is super scary... ..."

This distance can dodge bullets, and it can't even be described as terrifying.

Where the hell did this monster come from? !

"Shut up, idiot." The man with the scar no longer looked at him, but stared at the khaki Yujie who had no killing intent: "If we leave now, can we just pretend nothing happened?"

"You don't want anything?" The khaki-colored Yujie tilted her head and stared into his eyes.

The man with the scar twitched the corner of his mouth: "If you want to stop me, I can't take it away... I have no choice but not to."

"Heh..." The khaki-colored sister Yu shook her head with a smile, her charm was full of charm, and her tone was teasing: "Do you think I believe it?"

The same conversation was reversed, and the atmosphere suddenly chilled.

"Then you just want me to die?"

"I can't stop you if you want to go, can I?"

"...It means that apart from me, none of my subordinates can leave."

"That's up to them."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Didn't I say that?" The khaki-colored sister shrugged: "The special operatives of the National Intelligence Service are just passing by."

The man with the scar nodded: "Okay, since you said that...there is only one result?"

The khaki-colored elder sister looked at him with a smile, but didn't answer.

The man with the scar pulled the bolt of the gun, and said coldly: "Then we have nothing to talk about."

"..." The khaki-colored sister Yu's smile restrained: "So love will disappear, right?"

"Although I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry—please die here!"

"Boom———"

With a bang, the lights of the entire hospital dimmed instantly, only a few beams of light were found from the emergency wall lamps on the surrounding walls, which reflected alone in the spacious and empty hospital hall, and in more places, only A glimpse of the car lights penetrating from the main entrance.

The light coming from a distance swayed and flicked across, pulling out a fleeting square light curtain, which looked like an old shop and hair salon closed, only someone inside lit a cigarette, in the dimness Sitting upright, recalling the past.

But that's not smoke, and there's no past here.

It was the flames from the muzzle of the guns blooming, one after another, there were not many people in the hall who hadn't escaped yet, and they were all lying on the ground praying to God and worshiping Buddha, they didn't even dare to scream, instead they picked it up. a life.

The flames were like fireflies dancing, drawing faint flame whips one after another in the air. The muzzle flame illuminated the serious and hideous face of the shooter, and all kinds of things were smashed into pieces. Splash, splash spread all over the sky, making a mess.

This is the simplest truth - there are many of them.

The man with the scar and four or five of his subordinates shot at the ghostly figure brazenly in the hall, trying to kill him on the spot in the darkness. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could at least suppress it.

And the purpose of the man with the scar was not to fight in the first place, but to find someone.

The good news before was that the man ran back by himself, and was in a certain operating room upstairs.

The bad news is that the extra master in front of him who doesn't know how to describe it seems determined to make them pay the price.

Amidst the gunshots, the barman rolled down to the corner, pressed the bone conduction communicator next to his ear, and said something in a low voice.

Amidst the deafening gunshots, the man with the scar that was illuminated by the gunfire on half of his face didn't say anything. He just nodded and made a short answering sound, and then he led the people forward again for a certain distance.

Gangjing's subordinates looked at the emergency wall lights that were on and the escape route signs, turned over and got up, and walked towards the stairs on the side of the corridor against the base of the wall, preparing to go to the second floor to take people away—as long as they move fast enough, Then maybe everyone can evacuate safely, and the mission objective can be obtained.

After all, the other party is only one person...

Thinking of this, he pulled off his mask, tightened the gun in his hand, rushed along the wall to the second floor, and wanted to go to the side where the operating room was to find that guy—as long as he was alive It's fine, half dead or not alive, if it's really not possible, dead is better than nothing.

But there are people on the second floor.

Not someone who should be here.

A woman—a woman holding something.

The woman just held a hard metal object, turned around at the corner, and put the gun directly on the back of his head.

"Don't move." The hot girl Mu Youzi said coldly, "You'd better listen to me—let go."

"..." The fine man paused, subconsciously tensing his muscles, wanting to resist.

But there was a slight sound of the machine, and the person behind him opened the safety, telling him that this is not a toy, but a real thing.

The barbaric man stopped moving, this woman really has a gun.

The woman leaned against his back, and slowly groped forward with one hand along his waist.

This is of course not you and me messing around, the hot girl Mu Youzi skillfully disarmed him, and even took away the secondary weapons around his waist, and then stopped: "Broken Cross Right? Can you tell me, what exactly are you doing here?"

It doesn't matter whether you kill or not, after all, no one will pay the people of Broken Cross if they kill them.

But intelligence is important - that's a good thing that can be exchanged for small money, and the more you know, the better.

Of course, some information cannot be known, and the more you know, the faster you will die, but it is obvious that this has not yet reached that point.

The hot girl Mu Youzi stood on her tiptoes, leaned into the man's ear and blew, with a soft voice: "Ouba~ Tell me about your goals and tasks, people just want to ask clearly, as long as you If you say so, you won’t do anything~ He’s also a special operative of the National Intelligence Service, so at most he can arrest you, Smecta.”

The barbarian man didn't speak, he seemed to be thinking about something, and didn't mean to resist.

The hot girl Mu Yuzi twisted her body, her tone became sweeter and sweeter: "And as long as you say something, I will let you be healthy~~~oh~"

"Listen to your voice, you're still a young girl, aren't you?" The slender man seemed to be stimulated, and immediately scolded righteously: "You have to be ashamed! You have to be ashamed, do you understand! Use your body to seduce you every now and then. Enemy, this is something bad guys do, don't you love yourself at all?!"

"...?"

PS: This chapter is sponsored by four book friends, "Lu Ranzhen", "Quartet of All Stars", "G_Tenko", and "Sister Zi's Sin Bag".

PS2: Continue tomorrow (the more I write down, the more likely I find that the wild khaki color is Yucixin's vest!

Chapter 933 0915-Harmonic memetic infection (tenosynovitis, uncomfortable, blah blah)

Hot girl Kiyuko didn't expect to meet such a guy.

This man is sick!

Don't you know that now he is the fish on the chopping board and you are the knife!

Especially the accent of the other party——

"Are you from Osaka?" The hot girl Muyuko pointed the gun forward: "I'm from Kyoto!"

People in Kyoto look down on people from Osaka, just like everyone looks down on people from Kansai, it is already common sense.

It's normal for people with notebooks in Broken Cross. After all, the people who took away before Xingbu Ji had some members of the Japanese branch of the Holy Cross, and compared with the liberalism in Europe and the United States where disasters are imminent, the dark world in the Asia-Pacific region Whether it is the headquarters or the branch, the organization has a more "loyal" cultural cognition and will not change doors easily.

It's just that this kind of loyal guy is now dangling in front of me for their mission, which is very annoying. After the hot girl Muyuko frowned, she emphasized again: "Tell me what is your goal? What! Say it or not!"

"Hmph! Those who say that you are a farmer overestimated you! It was obvious that you would do anything for money before, even if you betrayed your own shame!" Immediately, the gangster man became upset: "But now you are doing it again. Started to discriminate because of the region!"

What about good and healthy things!If not, make people surrender?dream!

"Shut up! You are Dulai talents!" The hot girl Mu Youzi gritted her teeth for a moment of displeasure: "Running to Nanbang, it feels like going home, right? No wonder you're making trouble everywhere!"

"Fart! You should be ashamed! Listen to your weak tone, you are not from the National Intelligence Service, you are from the Navy!" The man with a stick was furious: "Did you inherit the tradition of hospitality hotels at sea? Really? Ridiculous enough!"

"You're still an army manure! The Changzhou Clan relies on you guys, no wonder it can't prosper!"

"If it weren't for you idiots of the Satsuma clan who have lost again and again, how could this situation be like this!"

"You bastard really doesn't know how to read the atmosphere, and now you've been hijacked by me, kora!"

"Then shoot! See if I will surrender! Kill me!"

"Iron-"

The two black guys talked to each other for a while, and the hot girl Mu Yuzi was so angry that she directly smashed the butt of the gun.

The fine man fell down in a cooperative manner, twitched his body, raised his hand and made a non-stop movement, expressing that he had worked hard.

It's not clear if she really passed out, but Mu Youzi didn't intend to kill her - she didn't bother to kill if she didn't have money to pay her.

And this is still a fellow...

With a cold snort, the hot girl Mu Youzi listened carefully to the faint gunshots from the corridor next to her. It seemed that the fierce fighting and shooting like popping beans before had weakened, which made her feel like "wanting to physically persuade the fight." But I was afraid of the feeling of being beaten by both sides, so I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

"Sure enough, it's still your fault!" The hot girl Mu Youzi resentfully gave the slender man at her feet a kick: "I should have shot you! Wasted my time!"