After Becoming a Little Sister

"Idiot—" he said, with strong dissatisfaction in his cold eyes: "I have to say it several times! Those are just two lumps of useless fat! Flat chest is the real beauty! The whole world doesn't understand this most Pure beauty!"

As he said that, he pulled all the study materials into the recycle bin, used professional military intelligence processing software to empty them and then shredded them, and he couldn't restore them. By the way, he threw away the few Playboy supplements that he had finally bought on the desktop. into the trash.

Then he put his legs up on the desk, put his hands on his chin, and looked at the mottled light and shadow coming in from the window, thinking about what kind of special force wanted to mess up the stagnant water in Eastern Europe. So fell asleep.

After a long time, he woke up with a yawn, stretched his waist, and subconsciously twisted his neck, which was a little stiff because of the wrong posture.

But then, an angry roar came from the office, and the closed heavy door couldn't hold back——

"You damn bastard! Suka Briat! Idiot! What have you done!!"

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"Super soldier? Mental strengthening?"

Miss Ma frowned: "What kind of black technology is this?"

"It's not so much black technology, it's better to say it's some kind of...psychological suggestion." The balalaika elder sister in a large windbreaker of the paratroopers stood up straight with her head about 1.9 meters, her tall figure was full of oppression, and her inner body was full of pressure. The dark red lady's suit was well-fitting and neat, not at all like a former military commander.

With a cigar in her hand, she stood in the snow and looked at the helicopter that was landing in front of her: "At the beginning of the bipolar hegemony, both the Millikin and the Soviet Union had related super soldier plans, but the results were not very optimistic."

"So come up with a bunch of guys who can transform into Superman after psychological hints?"

"It's not a superman, it can be said to be a weakened version of a super soldier. I'm not sure about the progress of this project, but I have encountered many such existences. The airborne force I belonged to was the most elite quick-response force in the Soviet army. , there is a special operations group that exists like this."

"So why are people like this abandoned? Shouldn't they be treasured in the army?" Madam Xiao Ma raised her hand to signal the helicopter: "You can even be recruited by you as a thug—is that okay?"

"Oh, this is a sad thing." She blew out a smoke ring: "When a powerful country is torn apart, do you still expect those big men who only care about blood-sucking to care about these so-called future plans whose inputs and outputs are completely out of proportion? ?”

At that time, Mao Zi planned to use two to six generations, about a hundred years, to gradually improve super soldiers—or improve the entire human race.

Not just improving the production method, but improving the whole including genes and spirit in all aspects, so as to exchange for the promotion of a race and prepare for the future era of stars and seas. It is a basic subsidiary project of the interstellar colonization plan.

This kind of weird idea is also in line with Maozi's big-handed painting style, but thinking and actual actions are two different things. The dream is very full and the reality is very skinny. In the end, only a batch of weakened versions were produced. Special existence, and a large part is even used in the espionage field.

Adding a mental seal through psychological hints, the other party is a normal existence in normal times, and you may not even know that you have other identities.

But it only takes a special mental reminder to open the ideological seal, and it will induce a series of subsequent "mutations" in the other party, just like a completely different person-this kind of method is simply unnecessary for the KGB who attacked the outside world at the beginning Very easy to use.

They dispatched a large number of special latent spies, and because they were concealed enough, many of them even got to the core of the relevant fields, and then they were awakened by them and brought back a lot of information.

At the peak, it was probably before and after the Cuban Missile Crisis. In fact, when Kennedy and his staff discussed two countermeasures, Maize Xiaofu knew the other party’s response through this special spy that was activated temporarily, and got the other party’s response almost simultaneously. meeting minutes.

It's a pity that people can't be generalized from person to person. Even if you give the answer and copy it, you can always regard the victory as a defeat. It really exposed the problem of Maize Xiaofu's lack of talent. His ability is not enough to become the boss of a superpower. In terms of ability alone, he is not even as good as Beria, who was brought down by his own boast.

But this is not the fault of the ideological stamped fighters in any case. Whether it is intelligence collection or field combat, they have done a good job. Even after the enraged Yu Xiaofu terminated the project, the military still changed the name of the project. Bypassed his review.

It is said that he even signed it himself, saying that this project is good, but he didn't know that it was just a new version of the ship without changing the shell, which is really confusing.

"How much does such an elite cost?" Madam Xiao Ma looked at the group of boys coming out of the helicopter: "Can it be compared to the A-level executives in the dark world?"

"It's very cheap, $[-]." Sister Balalaika had pity in her eyes: "If they fight alone, their combat effectiveness can probably be compared to that of a B-level executive, that is, an elite level with enough experience in individual combat. They are fully equipped with weapons and maintain a small team combat formation, then they can suppress most of the A-level executives of the Dark World organization until they cannot lift their heads."

"One hundred thousand dollars a time, this is a bit cost-effective!" Xiao Ma said enthusiastically: "The elite field staff of the Ninth Bureau is only at this level. It sounds like a needle is not poking. How many people like this do you have?"

"No, it's $[-] per life."

"..." Miss Xiao Ma's smile froze for a moment, and she looked sideways: "Are you serious?"

"When I bought their lives, do you know how much it cost?" Sister Balalaika looked at her seriously, without avoiding her gaze.

"How many?"

"For three thousand dollars, plus some housing and heating expenses for their families, I got two teams of elites. They helped me eliminate the mafia family in Romania. They played for three years in the Transcaucasus and earned me over $200 million.”

As she spoke, she took a deep breath on the cigar in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Do you think a guy like me is hateful?"

"It's okay." Miss Ma looked at the group of boys who were approaching silently in the snow: "I just feel that you are a little tired from life... You have worked hard."

"..." As if she didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, Sister Balalaika looked at Sister Xiao Ma in surprise.

However, the eyes she saw under the sunglasses from the side of the other party did not concede any false consolation, but real emotion and sigh.

How could this guy understand their world...it shouldn't be...

Sister Balalaika's doubts continued until the group of Maozi approached. The leader of the Maozi was not a very capable guy. He looked a bit like a plumbing worker with rough skin and no iconic scars on his face. Or any scars, if the whole person is thrown into the crowd, they probably won't be noticed much.

"We are still confronting those guys." The first sentence he came up was dissatisfied: "I am ready to make a tentative fight tonight, you disrupted our deployment."

"What does the employer mean?"

"If we're not here, they can't push forward at all." Pingfan Maozi shook his head: "It's hard to use drones to establish the air superiority, but the ground troops are not strong enough to expand, so they can only fight small groups Encountering a battle, eating a little more is a little bit."

"Bring them all back and let them fight on their own." Sister Balalaika crossed her arms and said, "We have a new job."

"I haven't got the money yet, what about the liquidated damages?"

"Here they are, we won't touch that quagmire for the time being. Now there are a lot of eyes from around the world, and there is no harm in reducing the sense of presence—let me introduce you, this is our new employer, and she has taken care of our entire business. Hotel Stalingrad."

"……entire?"

"The whole, including me, I'm actually preparing to call some more old brothers back to help."

"Then she must have a lot of money." Said bluntly, facing Miss Ma's outstretched hand, the other party shook it symbolically, and said in English: "Welcome to Siberia."

"Actually, I can understand Russian." Miss Ma shrugged after letting go of her hand: "Your boss admires you very much."

Pingfan Maozi showed no sign of embarrassment, he grinned and remained silent.

"How many people like this do you have?" Miss Ma was very satisfied: "I can see that he is a veteran, he can't hide from my eyes, if you can find more elites like this, then even if you add money It's ok."

Is one hundred thousand dollars less?Theoretically, it is quite a lot, more than 60 yuan, which is not a small sum of money anywhere.

But is it more than one hundred thousand dollars?If it is calculated in the field of mercenaries, a team of soldiers can play elite soldiers at the level of a king, and a single operator should not be lower than this number-but for the former Eastern Europe, such a person is too much. too much.

There are too many. After the disintegration of the once largest ground force, hundreds of thousands of elites were displaced, their weapons and equipment were sold off, their establishments were broken up, and no one cared about them at all. After withdrawing, they found that the unbreakable alliance behind them had fallen into the frozen ground and snow, and they couldn't even find their way home on the map.

Comrade, where is Stalingrad?I can't find it on the map!

A major in the airborne troops like Balalaika can only be forced to hang out in the gray area. One can imagine what the situation of the soldiers at the lower level will be.

Facing Miss Xiao Ma's idea of ​​wanting someone, Miss Balalaika shook her head: "If you want ordinary veterans, we still have a lot, but if you want them like this... To be honest, I don't know if there are any." How many."

She had commanded the two elite teams before, so she could tell the difference. After all, the thought-stenciled fighters who were not activated in normal times looked like normal people. It is a warrior used in a special field.

After the disintegration of the former Soviet Union, the project was cancelled, and a large number of such people fled to various places, or married wives and had children, or continued to live in their own way. Maybe many people have obtained a better life now.

"And the most important thing is the way to wake them up. Only the person who trained them knows." Sister Balalaika took out her cigar and handed it to the ordinary Maozi: "It may be just a sentence, or it may be a song. Even some kind of special keepsake, which is very troublesome."

"Uh—then their transformation method—I mean the awakening method, is it a cigar?"

"No, it's a song." After receiving the cigars and handing them out to the brothers behind him, Pingfan asked with his eyes if Balalaika could speak.

"She has already bought our lives, so there is nothing to hide." Sister Balalaika didn't care.

"I repeat, I don't want anyone to work for me." Miss Ma raised a finger: "I'm just giving my sincerity for our friendship. You should fight for yourselves."

"For yourself, go to fight with the guy at the door of truth?"

"Yes, it sounds absurd, but if you don't kill those guys, how can you establish a new order?" Miss Ma shrugged: "Even if it's just an underground order, it's still a good start, isn't it? ?”

Sister Balalaika nodded noncommittally, while Pingfan Maozi blinked and looked at Miss Xiao Ma seriously again.

"Compared with those, now let me see what you look like after you are awakened?" Miss Ma looked at him: "If there are sequelae or something, then forget it, I mainly want to evaluate your specific strength .”

"There are no sequelae - if we are tired, we will enter a special state where we are highly concentrated and the pain is suppressed after we are awakened. It will last for about 6 to 12 hours, which is more suitable for special operations in cities."

Saying that, Pingfan Maozi cleared his throat, gestured to his brothers, and everyone started singing together.

When the first sentence of the song came out, Miss Xiao Ma raised her eyebrows——

"Вставай, страна огромная! Вставай на смертный бой—"

"This is... "Holy War"?"

She hummed along to the song in a low voice, and looked thoughtfully at the Maozi who didn't change on the surface, but whose temperament was changing rapidly.

They give people the impression that they are a bit like the chant knights of the Judgment Chamber of the Holy See of Light in another world. Through the dual effects of self-hypnosis and blessing priest spells, they become fearless war machines, giving people the feeling of fanatics.

It would be better to say that the history of this song really fits the perception of this fearless soldier-this song is an old song from World War II, and it was created when the Germans invaded the Soviet Union. It is known as the first song of the Great Patriotic War. A song once inspired those soldiers to keep going forward, turning Stalingrad into a complete meat grinder and completely shattering Tokusan's soldiers.

The song was not completely sung, and after singing for a while, it began to repeat a little abruptly, and then the sentence came to the end.

In this way, it explains why you don't suddenly "transform" when you are singing on the street or in a movie.

The ordinary Maozi's eyes are shining -- although it's just a feeling, but after that brave spirit is fully displayed, it's entirely possible to praise the other party for the radiance in his eyes, as sharp as a knife.

Madam Xiaoma squinted her eyes and looked at the group of boys, tilted her head and looked behind the ordinary boys, and then turned her gaze back: "If you don't use guns, how far can you do it?"

Pingfan Maozi didn't speak, but just looked at her with cold eyes, as if he was considering how to cut the knife.

Sister Balalaika smacked her head and said, "They won't talk to you now, unless you let them fight and give formal orders."

"Really?" Madam Xiaoma took out her little helper and threw it into the snow next to her: "I want to try to be more specific."

After she finished speaking, she kicked her foot into the snow, and a cloud of snowflakes was thrown up with great force, and she directly crashed into the opponent's formation.

Sister Balalaika frowned, and subconsciously wanted to stop the other party, but the khaki-colored sister Yu stopped her: "Don't worry."

"I'm afraid they won't be able to control their hands!" Sister Balalaika was a little worried: "Even if they are empty-handed, there are at least so many of them."

An elite team consists of 12 people. If we go back to the primitive society, so many mammoths would dare to tease a mammoth in Siberia together, let alone facing a similar one - the other party would take the initiative to throw the best gun.

"It's okay, she can control it."

"...?"

Sister Balalaika stopped in amazement, thinking she had heard wrong.

But then she knew why the other party said that - the black lotus blooming in the snow fully explained what is called the limit of human beings, the peak of physical fitness, and the natural evolution.

As he turned around and raised his arms, fists and feet whizzed and made the wind sound, even the splashed snowflakes were shaken and scattered. When a straight fist hit his chest, he even created a wave of air visible to the naked eye in the snow curtain , the Maozi who rushed forward was sent flying three or four meters away by her punch, exaggerated as if he was performing acrobatics.

Little did she know that Miss Ma was even more surprised—these guys really didn't seem to feel pain?

Looking at the macho man who fell to the ground but got up again vigorously, even she frowned.

Although she can directly kill the opponent, how many people can be expected to have her killing power?

In the case of conventional warfare, especially street fighting in cities, it is almost impossible to wipe out an entire team of elites in an instant.

Everyone is biubiubiu with guns, and it is impossible to easily invite you into the urn with heavy firepower, so when equipped with tactical equipment such as bulletproof vests, troops that can ignore minor injuries and battle damage can be called terrifying.

There is something about Maozi's technique!

Does the Republic have related skills—forget it, the Republic doesn't seem to need this.