After Becoming a Little Sister

Aliya doesn't believe that these old foxes don't understand their own thoughts. Is the Republic incapable of crushing those bugs now?

Aren't they some kind of opponent? When the aircraft carrier battle group hits the face directly, it is impossible for the dragon to ride the face to lose.

Not to mention any masters in the dark world, even if they have werewolf vampire superpowers, they still have to be bombed by carrier-based aircraft, and after that, it is the work of finishing debts-turning a crisis into an opportunity, this is qualified thinking of superiors.

Baili seemed to understand but half understood, but she understood one thing.

The little white flower-like woman in front of her is definitely not as simple and weak as she looks on the outside.

What kind of monster is this...

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"What kind of demon is this? Or a god? That guy said it was the blood of God."

The greasy-haired man put the OK bandage on a mirror next to him, ignored the smiling eyes of the blond man, and asked the scientific researcher behind him without looking back.

"You're OK... Poof... It's still Hello Kitty... Hahahahaha——"

The blond man couldn't hold back, interrupted his words, and laughed until he collapsed, covering his stomach: "A majestic angel! A-level executive with a starting price of 80 US dollars! He actually likes this kind of pink OK stretcher that only little girls use." ..."

"My daughter gave it to me." The oily man glanced at him.

"..." The blond-haired man's smile froze, and the expression of wild laughter froze on his face.

"I have a wife and a daughter, and I have done a paternity test. She is my own daughter. This year, she is 7 years old. Every morning, she will hold my hand and let me send her to kindergarten. Do you have one?" the oily man said condescendingly Looking down at the blond man: "She will also dance me the dance I learned in kindergarten, do you have it?"

"..." The blond man's eyes gradually lost their brightness.

"She will put OK stretch in my bag, do you have any in your bag?"

"Are you sick!" The blond man stopped smiling and stood up gnashing his teeth: "You're looking for death!"

"Ah--"

The greasy-headed man ignored him, but looked at the researcher who was flipping through the analysis report: "So, can you tell me what kind of blood sample this is?"

He understood the word blood sample in the whole report, and he understood all the other nouns when they were taken apart, and they were blinded when they were combined.

What?Low level of education?

Isn't this nonsense, if he has a high level of education, he will go to the dark world?

I didn't think about doing rap directly at the beginning, I already have self-knowledge.

An old buddy of his originally formed a hippie rock band, and later changed his career to become a drug lord. The reason is that he has to be exposed to such things anyway. At least it is more convenient to be a drug lord.

In comparison, he can even be said to have a successful career—at any rate, Silver Cross is a large multinational chain enterprise.

He is also a senior executive of the world's top three large service companies, with a car, a house and a generous year-end bonus.

It's just that the job risk is a bit high, but it doesn't matter, he told his family that he is an elite in programming technology.

After all, there are not many industries that are prone to sudden death these days. If you don't become a program technology elite, you can only go to Nanba University to lead it.

As we all know, the only person who can die in Nanbang is the Grand Commander, and the anti-social personality who has committed [-] crimes can still live calmly under the protection of the government, occasionally watching monkeys through the window, euphemistically called human rights.

"...this is the key to the future."

The scientific researcher in a white coat looked at the data in front of him with enthusiasm—or madness.

Then he waved those pieces of paper, probably because he knew that these guys in front of him would not make fake data to confuse academic honors, so he fell into the excitement of "what did my mother see?"

"This is the hope to open the future! No! This is the hope of all mankind! Where on earth did you get it? I need more data! Is there any more? Modo Modo!"

The blond man picked his ears: "Where did you recruit this researcher?"

"One of the most famous professors of biology at Dongdae." The greasy-headed man checked his weapon and gave a silent warning: "His son was tricked into gambling and owed a huge debt, which was later bought by us." Yes, in exchange for his consulting services on our research."

As he said that, he put his gun on the table, and his tone was neither high nor low: "And the research project and content are absolutely confidential."

The scientific researcher stopped talking, opened his mouth, looked at the gun, his Adam's apple rolled, and silently put away his excitement.

The blond man sneered and said, "Could it be yours who first dragged his son to gamble?"

This scientist in a white coat has gray hair and wrinkled face, but he is really eye-catching when he says things like Modo Modo.

If you know that you usually hear people say this kind of thing, you have to be Ginza Mama-san with a glass of wine for [-] yen.

"No, we don't have this hobby. Generally speaking, those who do this kind of thing are small organizations in Southeast Asia." The oily man pondered for a moment, then looked at the blond man.

"This is the preliminary data given by your laboratory." He put away the information: "He is our scientific research consultant." It seems that it is true. "

Just like the old professor thought that their gang of killers would not fool him with fake data, they also thought that such a random scientific consultant would not have been arranged by such a coincidence to play the oboe for them.

The blond man shrugged indifferently: "Whatever you want, at this point, we have killed and injured so many people, does it matter whether it is true or not? Anyway, it is out of our control, and someone from above will definitely be sent over."

Things have become so big that you can't cover them even if you cover them.

They are the executive directors, to put it bluntly, they are the bosses, and they are half social animals who usually come forward to settle something.

But once it involves more in-depth insider content, especially those that need to make dirty transactions with the official high-level officials of the book, there will be those fat people who don't understand the ball to come out to do things.

Those administrative directors are like ducks in water in the dark world. They are really rookies, and they even need the protection of these experts, but if they can't test drive, they can climb up.

A killer who is at the top is nothing more than the king of killers, but if the management is at the top, he is the mastermind behind the king of killers.

These days, those who can fight and have the ability to be in the management team are either evildoers who have mixed with a powerful and powerful border official, or they are the boss of the organization.

For example, the Great Sun Empress of Gao Tianyuan, or the First Holy Son of the Silver Cross, these are genuine giants, but they are rare in number after all.

Most of them specialize in the art industry, and those who fight will honestly practice the skills of killing people, and those who engage in PY transactions will honestly wash their Ass.

As for some guys who don't talk about martial arts directly chop people down to kneel and obey, after all, it's still very rare—or no, never before.

The blond man yawned: "I have to go back and change. I wonder if I can get reimbursed."

"...I have to go back to celebrate my daughter's birthday."

"I strongly suspect that it was because of your previous Flag that caused so much trouble in the future."

"Ah--"

The greasy-haired man twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and walked out of the safe house with the blond man.

But when the two parties turned different corners, their expressions became serious almost at the same time, and they took out their communicators and started contacting each other.

"Take care of the people on the other side of the sacred scale, surround the laboratory, and rotate the three-person team at the scene, and keep the samples out of sight for 24 hours."

On the other side, the blond man is doing the same thing——

"Think of a way to get rid of those idiots at the Silver Cross...create chaos! Can't the fire alarm? Is the laboratory still called the laboratory if it didn't explode? If it doesn't work, you can call the police and say that someone is throwing a messy X party in the laboratory , They will definitely come faster than picking up money-do I have to teach you all this! Find a way to send the samples away, and you must not wait until the silver cross master arrives... Yes! Whether it is true or not, this thing is very important !"

The oil-headed man and the blond man stabbed each other in the back, secretly calculating how valuable this thing would be, but they had no idea what kind of uproar the news they passed back caused a commotion in their respective organizations.

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Europa Paris Suburbs Silver Cross Manor

In an underground building so huge that it could be called a military base, the Twelve Holy Sons who were urgently recalled were holding a holographic video conference.

"I've finished reading the information." In the screen, the Ninth Son took off his glasses: "If the data is true, then the owner of this blood sample has completed the most critical step in our vision. Half of the success is achieved in the body, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a milestone in natural evolution."

The Ninth Son is a young man with two-color pupils, thin and handsome, like a nobleman, with light golden hair in a single ponytail, making it difficult to tell male and female.

The First Son was the only one sitting in the conference room, with his hands folded under his chin, sitting on the head.

In the unlit conference room, only the blue fluorescent light of the holographic projection illuminated his vague cheek outline, revealing that it was a man's face.

Eleven holographic projections were reflected in his eyes, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "If the resolution of the Supreme Council is valuable, you should get it—— Nain, is it valuable?"

"Yes." Ninth Son Nain nodded: "If I can find the original body and prepare the serum, I have 30% certainty to complete the existing super soldier plan. As for the immortality in the information... purely from the data , the original body of this blood sample will not be disturbed by the oxidation-reduction reaction, and the most basic thing is that it can guarantee eternal youth. I need to do more experiments myself.”

"You said before that she is a woman?" The First Son did not forget the title of the Ninth Son.

"From the blood sample data, it is, but this is not the blood sample of Baishou Taixuan. She has type O blood, but this blood sample...is a type that has never been seen before."

"Since it is valuable, then take it back." The First Holy Son lowered his eyes: "The latest intelligence shows that the intelligence agency of the Republic will bring new samples and the original body back to the mainland of the Republic. The road is the only chance to intercept it. Who of you go?"

The eleven sons fell silent. The seventh son in charge of the field service department thought for a while and asked, "What about the specific route? The air route is too short, and they only need three hours to transport it away."

"The person who took over the sample before, the information has been found." The first holy son typed Baili's photo on the public screen: "Baili, a member of the special operations team of the Republic's national security agency, one of the field commanders, Arrived in Takamahara, Japan 22 hours ago, and was intercepted when the other party tried to get samples from some traitors in Takamahara."

"What's Gao Tianyuan's reaction?"

"Cold treatment, they want to push this matter down, but internal investigations into related incidents have been carried out, and dozens of senior executives have been purged."

A long list of deaths was listed-in fact, most of them were diehards of Suzhan Mingzun's faction, who were hacked to death by Alia.

But it's not bad, anyway, he died, and he died so real that no one would think it was real.

As for when Aliya declared herself a tyrant?

After the Poseidon, of course...

"Probably in order not to irritate Gao Tianyuan, the Republic did not mention related incidents. The intelligence department checked some recent information and suspected that the other party would most likely be transshipped through the maiden voyage of the Poseidon cruise ship—this is a suspected target."

The simple information of little angel Ai appeared on the screen.

But it's too short, and there are many places that are directly blacked out.

In terms of the status of their Twelve Holy Sons in the Silver Cross, there is no possibility that their own intelligence department will not show them.

So this means that even a veteran dark world organization like them can obtain encrypted information.

This is very interesting...

"The other party is related to Baishou Taixuan - the apostle of the Republic who walks on the ground, Baishou Taixuan."

The eyes of the First Holy Child flickered, and he added: "It is because of the special relationship between them that the Supreme Council accepted the relevant information."

Nothing can bring more goods than the fairy sister's own words!

An old monster who has lived for nearly a hundred years, even if she says that she can live forever by eating stinky tofu, people can still eat stinky tofu until it is endangered.

Of course, there is another way, which is to say that stinky tofu can make men more powerful...

The information has reached this point, and there is no way to check it further, but it is enough.

The Seventh Son nodded: "Then I'll go, I'll take two teams of elites there."

"...Is there anyone else?" The First Son was noncommittal.

The projector represented by the Third Son turned on, and Des Moines' voice came in: "This is a trap."