After Becoming a Little Sister

"Bring it for an inspection." Through the one-way glass door, he sighed, his eyes deep: "I suspect that someone has tampered with her."

"Hands and feet? What kind of hands and feet?" The blonde Hirano looked at the strong girl suspiciously: "Subcutaneous chip implantation? Wiretapping? Brain-computer interaction mind control?"

"If it's those means, it would be the best. What I'm afraid of is some extraordinary power that we can't understand."

"……what?"

"For example, super powerful hypnosis or something, after all, these methods have appeared before."

Brother Qiangqiang said, put on his glasses, opened the safe next to him, and took out a small box that must be locked in the safe.

After the 24-hour small box connected to the internal refrigeration equipment was opened, a white mist visible to the naked eye diffused out, but it still couldn't cover the several test tubes neatly stacked inside and the star-like color of the test tubes.

The blonde Hirano blinked: "You want to poison her? Starlight Potion is still a semi-finished product."

"No, I just want to add insurance." Brother Qiangqiang looked at the box of potions, and said in a distant tone, "Besides, this is not the original starlight potion."

The starlight potion is a modified version of the enhanced potion for the Seven Deadly Sins of the Holy Cross. It is essentially the same as the enhanced potion for making biological weapons, and it is still unfinished.

According to the current progress, it will take an unknown number of years to produce a perfect super soldier serum of the level of the US team.

"Then what is this?"

"This is a legacy of Xingbu Ji's new human project. She had an unfinished idea before. Because of the lack of an 'anchor', the enhanced characteristics are uncontrollable, ranging from inflammatory storms to genetic collapse."

"So isn't this still poison? If you want to poison her to death, don't do it now. Besides, what did the child do wrong? She just likes you, and even a rival like me didn't do it. You What's the hurry for a guy who can enjoy it while lying down?"

"...You learned this when you went to Japan for further studies in the past few years?" Brother Qiangqiang squinted at her: "Is your mind full of shady delusions?"

"No, I just understand one thing. Sometimes if you don't take the initiative, you won't get anything—but that's for the future, let's talk about this thing again, the Xingbu Ji you mentioned, shouldn't The one from Broken Cross? I remember you met her in Nanbang?"

"Yes, from the Holy Cross at the beginning, to the later Des Moines stage, and finally to the current Broken Cross, they have been seeking ways to artificially create gods, but because they can't find what the so-called god should look like , so a bunch of demons were transformed, "

"you know?"

"Not only do I know, I also have this." Brother Qiangqiang took out an ordinary box from his pocket.

But after opening it, inside the box is a dazzling machine extension device.

It looks as if the most delicate watch parts are stuffed into this box the size of two pens, and it also emits a white mist of cryopreservation after opening. A little white mist cannot cover up the trace of Bright golden texture.

Blonde Hirano stared at the contents of the reagent tube with rounded eyes—it was a knuckle-long test tube filled with a strange liquid.

The liquid is slightly viscous like blood plasma, but it has flowing golden filaments. If you have to describe it, it probably looks like the existence of blood after smelting gold. No matter how you look at it, the blonde Hirano can't guess what it is. .

Let’s say it’s blood, I’ve never seen anything like this before, but if it’s some other kind of gold paint, it wouldn’t be loaded with this kind of biological reagent preservation box.

"Do you know why I was in such a hurry to come back?"

"why?"

"Because someone gave me this thing and asked me to randomly select a few people and inject it. She will do a controlled trial."

"So what is this? A special potion?"

"Blood, I saw with my own eyes the blood she drew from her own body." Brother Qiangqiang held the blood sample in front of his eyes, looked at the light, and said with deep eyes, "This is the anchor that stabilizes the Starlight Potion. Sample, completion—no, it should be said to be a guide, to guide the order and path of gene enhancement, like a super evolutionary acceleration without trial and error."

"...Whose blood is this?"

"This is the blood of God."

"..."

PS: Something happened, touched it

PS2: Make it up tomorrow

Chapter 979 0961-Davarish!Vodka! (for September monthly pass 9/?

Eastern Europe · Protagonist group settled in the hotel

Standing wildly at the door in khaki color, wearing AR glasses, the face of Nuwa is in the glasses.

"I don't agree with this method of recruiting local personnel. We have some intelligence system personnel hidden in Siberia that can be used. 』

"You said you were an intelligence officer, can this be the same?"

『According to data evaluation, the probability of you persuading them is very low. 』

Alcoholic Maozi, whose full name is Konstantinevich Isakov, once served in the Soviet Army.

When the Soviet Union disintegrated, his Shangfeng tried to lead his special forces back to Moscow in response to the emergency security committee's call, and he was also the group of people who chose to implement Shangfeng's orders.

But because of the KGB, their conspiracy was leaked, and a series of commanders in the army were urgently arrested and imprisoned.

Isakov, who had been imprisoned for several years, did not wait for any fair trial, but was expelled from the original military. After being released, he was forced to retire and lost his marriage and family.

Since then, he has been reduced to a drunkard who touches porcelain, and has been hanging around in the gray area to this day.

He has adopted a child under his name, but the child has no blood relationship with him, but the posthumous son of one of his original subordinates—compared to the incident where these commanders were stopped and imprisoned, his subordinate has a more violent temper , snatched a military helicopter and tried to lead a special operations team to parachute and behead Nikolayevich.

It is a pity that the tactical execution was intercepted by colleagues, and the airborne battalion stationed in the area led to the KGB, and at that time the KGB chose Nikolayevich-this was a dishonorable betrayal.

As a matter of course, this subordinate was convicted of treason against the country and executed.

Back then when he went to the battlefield... or should be said to die generously, his daughter was still in his wife's womb, and he only got the news of having a child, but he never stopped.

He wrote a letter to his wife saying that he could not let the child lose another mother, and then heeded the command of the officer.

Until now, there are not many brothers left under Isakov's command. They used to crawl around in the gray area, once mixed with the notorious bald gang, occasionally fought with them, and sometimes even played a cameo as a mercenary However, almost 20 years have passed, and as the world has become more and more sinking, they have also been dragged into the mud.

It's rotten—it's hard to get back, it's a serious illness, and Maozi's life is hard now, and it's even harder for them.

It was also because of this that Nuwa felt that the possibility of persuading them was very low.

These are people who have seen one of the biggest upheavals of the last century, even experienced it themselves.

In addition, they are still the victims of this accident, all the way down to their current appearance, even if they don't hate this world, it is absolutely difficult for them to work harder - even if it is money, there must be money. It takes life.

"No, I think the probability is quite high. If they can move, they will be much better than those of us who came from afar."

"Why don't you go find a mercenary? Nu Wa made a suggestion according to the optimal solution of probability: "They are better equipped and have more combat experience, and they are much stronger than these social idlers who have not fought for more than ten years." 』

"Because we're not just going to fight an encounter, we need something more, something deeper."

Khaki Wild took off his glasses after speaking, and did not continue to explain to Nuwa what he needed——

"What I need is justice, People's War, not My war."

The implementation of justice in Siberia has to be done by Maozi himself.

Just like back then——

……

……

The bald men were 'asked not to leave' this large conference room with good food and drink, and the elite field staff of the Ninth Bureau guarded the door.

The Ninth Bureau did not restrict them to death. After all, it was legally unreasonable. They could not use the sword of the Republic to kill Maozi's prisoners.

But there are some things, those who understand understand, and those who don't understand can try it by themselves, and if you try it, you will die.

Unless these bald heads call the police themselves and ask Maozi's officials for help, and then the two sides hand over, the Ninth Bureau will definitely release them.

But when you think about the pissing behavior of these guys Pengci, you know that they are some gangsters. Unless the Ninth Bureau pretends to kill them all and bury them in the Siberian permafrost to feed wolves, otherwise they will not go Throw yourself into the trap.

Nonsense, the people from Bureau Nine will leave sooner or later, at worst they will be beaten.

If Maozi's officials caught him, it would not be something that could be solved by beating him up and taking half his life away.

When the khaki wild came in, the baldheads were still thinking that this place is pretty good, there is food, drink and heating, and the most important thing is that the people in the ninth game don't seem to even want to beat them - they don't know Bureau Nine is Bureau Nine. In their perception, this is the bodyguard of a rich family.

Big families are weak, so they asked about the situation, and after they told the truth, the other side stopped persecuting them.

Although they talked about the so-called professional ethics when they were sober, they vomited it all up when they were drunk. Precursor of business means?

They can't understand the existence of the Ninth Bureau. The method of being able to follow the vines and touch the ground casually is the basic quality of the intelligence organization. Mr. Goose thinks that it is very deep, but in Nuwa That's it.

Nuwa·Organ Gestures: No one understands tracking in the electronic information age better than me.

The bald guys have everything to eat and drink. If it weren't for the fact that they were a little bit forced after sobering up and didn't try to be brave, they probably should have asked the elite field staff of the Ninth Bureau who guarded them for cigarettes and alcohol, but even so, they still squatted down Blowing water on the chair was very cheerful, without the slightest sense of being imprisoned.

When the khaki wild came in, it happened to be the time when the bald Pengci stood up and patted his chest bragging how much he could drink.

The former looked at the vodka and water of life in his hand.

The latter's gaze was fixed on him, his throat rolled, showing a frightened expression, and he didn't dare to move for a while.

Not only him, but the others did not dare to move, as if they were all frozen.

The khaki wild man whispered something to the field brother outside the door, the latter nodded his head with a suddenly realized expression, gave him a thumbs up, and then explained to the colleague next to him, and went out went.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the group of bald men with meaningful eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth to show a kind smile... Maybe it can be called a kind smile?

If only the pity in his general facial expression wasn't so obvious.

The bald men subconsciously stood up and picked up the chairs cautiously. Two of them even couldn't find their weapons because their companions were holding the benches, so they subconsciously stretched out their hands to break the long legs of the table—it's a pity that This table is a super strong kind of thick solid wood conference table, so that Mao Zi's strength can't break it.

"Oh! Don't get excited!" Khaki calmed them wildly and skillfully: "Calm down! Calm down, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you!"

"Cooperation?" The drunkard Maozi looked at the water of life in his hand with a pale face: "Then what do you mean!"

"...Isn't it all about bringing this when we talk about cooperation with you?"

Khaki wildly gestured to the vodka in his hand, and showed a seemingly simple and honest smile: "Davarish, what time do we have?"

The drunkard Maozi was silent for a moment, his face paled and paled, and finally swallowed: "It seems...it seems to be okay..."

Mao Zi drinks so many people to death every year, and someone blows the bottle of disinfectant, all of them come from this way.

"But you can't do this!" Fortunately, the alcoholic Maozi is a little self-aware: "This, we all drink it with water, the 40% kind, and drink it directly!"

"I have asked someone to buy it." Khaki looked wildly at the vodka in his hand, and shook his head: "This is not for you, this is for me - sit down, sit down, let's drink first and then talk .”

The field brother who was guarding the door was going to get the wine. As a hotel opened in Maozi, there is not much else in the warehouse but a lot of wine. The little brother came back directly with a trailer, and there were boxes of wine on it. Stacked neatly.

"This is good!" The alcoholic Maozi gave a thumbs up: "Davarish! Halahu!"

Speaking of which, he jumped up and wanted to get the wine, but was directly pressed to the ground by the elite field boy, twisted his backhand, and the elite field brother who was two sizes smaller than him easily put his face directly on the On the icy ground, he took out a gun from his suit pocket and pointed it at the guys who changed their faces.

Khaki sat wildly on his seat without moving, poured out two glasses of wine in his hand, and put them on the table.