After Becoming a Little Sister

But whether they do mental calculations or not, they have all the heavy weapons that can be transported up, and they have a confident assessment of the strength of many parties.

Now suddenly there is a 'rough' special elite team, this feeling is like a sudden extra person on the opposite side in a 6V6 melee, it is like an accident where the rules of the game are trampled.

"I'll go and see—"

Halfway through her words, her ears trembled, and she turned her head slightly.

In the corridor behind, the pale corridor lights were quietly on, and there was no one and no sound.

"...Boss? Are you there?"

"Those rough guys, what kind of weapons do they use?"

"There is no sign of using heavy firepower. It is more like a close combat. The think tank suspects that it is some kind of biological weapon or enhanced soldiers. Unfortunately, there is no instance of witnessing it, but it is very dangerous."

"How dangerous?"

"With a team of three or less, it is not recommended to engage in a direct confrontation with the opponent. The chances of winning are not high."

"Hmm..." Baili raised her hand and pressed the communication next to her ear: "I will try my best."

"what?"

【boom------】

With a bang, the metal cabin door beside Baili twisted and shattered.

The flames, together with the metal fragments splashed after the explosion, hit the wall at the other end of the corridor, pattering like molten iron.

A woman in a British-style windbreaker casually threw the empty grenade launcher aside, her cold eyes glanced around, arousing a little doubt.

"Sun thief, look up."

A voice sounded from the top of the head, and the pupils of the woman in the windbreaker shrank suddenly, and she raised her head suddenly.

But what greeted her sight was a flash of brilliant knife light——

【Zheng———】

……

……

Ah Shuai supported the table with both hands, looking at the tablet on the table.

Some red dots are lighting up and some are disappearing. The 3D modeling of Poseidon is like the map of Demon King City in the game, slowly rotating on the tablet.

He pursed his lips, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally he raised his head: "Put your defenses back, all back, they are here."

"Who?" The subordinate next to him subconsciously drew his gun.

"Those monsters that shouldn't appear in the world." He took a deep breath: "Three...or more, at least pure-blooded, let them fight, we can't suppress them until we activate the knights. "

"I understand." The subordinate nodded: "I'll call them now."

Ah Shuai changed his posture and folded his hands on his chest: "It came faster than I thought...and there are more..."

So the legend is true?The so-called divine blood, even the most cunning guys in this group were alarmed?

His eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at the fireworks outside the window.

The endless fireworks dyed the entire Wuyou Island and even the entire sea in the color of sunlight. The happy tourists couldn't imagine what the short and tragic fight under their feet meant, let alone how much danger they were about to face.

A pure-blooded vampire—or vampire, whose individual strength is far beyond imagination.

The strength and speed of the opponent are still second, and the most troublesome thing is the tenacious vitality that is absolutely difficult to kill with light weapons. This immortality is no less than the legendary natural evolutionary, and is one of the most famous "alien species" on the entire earth. one.

It is very simple to deal with them. Heavy firepower directly crushes them. Anti-aircraft machine guns smash them into pieces, even blood races cannot survive. No matter how powerful the aliens are bombarded by howitzers, they will turn into pieces of minced meat covered in mud.

But where does this kind of thing come from on board?In this 'narrow' environment that cannot be expanded, the opponent is almost invincible.

Ah Shuai withdrew his gaze and raised his eyebrows—the man behind the fishing probably didn't expect to provoke such a terrible guy, right?

I really want to see the other party in a state of embarrassment...

……

……

"Vines~ crawling all over the earl's grave~ the old castle is barren and overgrown with weeds..."

A young girl was walking unsteadily in the cabin on the bottom floor, singing and forgetting the words while walking.

She licked the cream of the crepe in her hand, hummed a fairly familiar tune, and occasionally sang a few words she still remembered. She looked very happy, and she didn't fit in with the weird and dark atmosphere around her.

"The butler is a French-speaking and well-mannered pig... who makes up for it by reading the Gospel of John before sucking blood..."

She stopped, sniffed, then rubbed the tip of her nose in disgust, and took a bite of the fruit on the crepe as compensation.

In the darkness, footsteps could be heard. Gently and lightly, a gust of cologne-scented wind was blown up.

A flirtatious man walked out of the darkness slowly, with a beautiful smile on his pale face: "It's dark, little girls shouldn't play outside, it's dangerous."

The girl tilted her head, licked the cream in her hand, and just looked at him quietly.

The air slowly froze, and the smile on the flirtatious man's face gradually faded: "You disobedient girl, you really are not likable..."

The girl thought for a while, looked down at the crepe in her hand, and then raised her hand: "Do you want to eat?"

"... Heh." The coquettish man smiled again, but the smile turned cold.

He raised his hand to his mouth, raised his little finger like an orchid finger, put his index finger on his lips, and leaned forward slightly: "Hush—listen..."

"Alas..." The girl sighed, shook her head, and swallowed half of the crepe in one gulp.

"I asked you whether to eat, whether to eat, whether to eat, you can say whether to eat or not..."

She mumbled and walked forward while chewing on the crepe: "In the end, you told me, listen, the second thing I hate in my life is people who pretend to be aggressive in front of me..."

The corners of the coquettish man's mouth gradually curled up, his pale face, his evil smile, and the sharp fangs slightly exposed between the smiles.

But in the next moment, his eyes became astonished, and his pupils suddenly shrank like needles.

Something exploded in the hallway——

"Give your mother a cake! Can't you understand human language?!"

【boom----------】

PS: Tomorrow morning at [-] o'clock, I'm going to help with a marriage reception ceremony, and it's still dark at seven o'clock...

PS2: Continue tomorrow (frustrated

Chapter 1065 1046-End 2020 with coo!

"It seems to look very good." The man who turned on the light gestured at the clothes on his body: "How about this one?"

"...too small." Gao Danan tried it on in the mirror: "It doesn't fit."

"That's right, you still have to order for your figure—this gentleman, can you make him a suit that fits you?"

The man who turned on the light looked over, and saw a man with a soft ruler on his shoulders slumped on the ground, his eyes were dazed, and he seemed to have never recovered.

And beside him was an apprentice with an unnaturally twisted neck—or a hired waiter. The originally handsome blond hair and blue eyes were drooping messily, his eyes were dead gray, and blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose. Just like that, he was twisted like a twist and blocked the door.

"What a disappointment. It appears that this gentleman is no longer available to us."

The man who turned on the light sighed, raised his hand——

The next second, the door was slammed open, and a familiar breath rushed in.

The woman in the windbreaker covered her shoulders, her face pale: "Where is Martin?"

"...You don't look very good." The man who turned on the lamp lowered his hand: "Who can hurt you?"

"Where is Martin?!" The latter ignored him, but lowered his voice and shouted angrily: "He lied to me!"

"what happened?"

"I—" The woman in the windbreaker's eyes flickered, took a deep breath and suppressed her anger: "What about others?"

"He went to search for prey. If we are lucky, maybe we can take him away directly."

"Is it bad luck?"

"Perhaps just like you...the door of truth?"

"No, republican."

"Wow, then you are really pitiful." The man who turned on the light slowly took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, suddenly becoming literary and refined: "It seems that tonight is really not the time to act."

He looked at the man: "Sir, are you a republican?"

"I, I..." Seemed to be finally awakened by the other party's question, the tape tailor's throat rolled: "I am! I, I am!"

"Then you can live one more day." The man who turned on the lamp raised a finger and smiled: "See you tomorrow."

He's not afraid of the Republicans, but he still has work to do, and now is not a good time to turn the tables.

Gao Danan looked at the woman in the windbreaker, tilted his head and raised the clothes in his hands: "Do you want to change into a new one?"

The woman in the windbreaker followed his line of sight and let go of the hand covering her shoulder.

A horrific wound appeared on her shoulder, which looked as if it had been cut alive, and even the section of the collarbone and the texture of the slightly trembling muscles could be glimpsed—like a watermelon hawker skillfully It's like the watermelon has a hole.

The pupils of the man who turned on the light trembled slightly, and pushed his glasses: "Didn't you use a gun?"

He also thought that the Republic suppressed the opponent with heavy firepower.

After all, after the one-to-one seventeen battle that year, the Republic seemed to suffer from some kind of fear of insufficient firepower. After the former red giant bear fell, they even raised the banner of the strongest light infantry on the earth. Directly fill up the fire support skills.

The blood race is not afraid of any opponent, but the blood race is not stupid enough to fight against the planes and cannons, and has been deliberately avoiding big countries with powerful armies such as the Republic, Russia, and Millikin.

Of course, it's just to avoid it, if it's time to do it, like now, it's the same as doing it now.

Gao Danan looked at the wound and licked his lips: "What a fast knife..."

"Mount Emei!" The woman in the windbreaker looked a little ugly: "30 years ago, Collins used the same knife in Eastern Europe."

The man who turned on the light frowned suddenly: "Bai Dongcheng—"

"No, it should be her descendant. If it was Bai Dongcheng, I would probably lose my hand."