After Becoming a Little Sister

The subordinate subconsciously took it, and immediately frowned—it was an arm.

It can be seen how thick and powerful the original owner is. This arm, which seems to be torn off by life, is about the same thickness as an adult man's thigh.

"This is?" His intuition was a bit wrong: "Biological weapon?"

"Aliens, vampires, came more than expected, Earl Fernando also came." Des Moines did not lift his head, pressed his twisted wrist, and opened the arm armor: "Did you bring the medicine?"

Hearing this, the subordinate's expression became hesitant: "Sir, this—"

"If we don't take the opportunity to catch them now, we'll just wait for their revenge." Des Moines said coldly, "Do you choose to pay the price now once and for all, or choose to reduce your losses now and then be hit one after another ?”

One of the advantages of Des Moines is that it is extremely decisive.

When I was in Blue Star, I was able to give up the mouthful of the Poseidon, instead of being entangled and hesitant.

In Japan, Alia's face was directly raised, and the submarine base could also be sacrificed in exchange for Xingbuji's evacuation.

In the words of the Republic, most of the masters in the dark world are short-sighted people who do great things and sacrifice their lives, and see small profits and die, with almost no strategic vision.

After all, people are eating their own food with their brains. Who cares about sustainable development? Every day is precarious.

But it seems that Blue Star and Des Moines on Earth are exceptions.

This kind of personality is extremely rare among the dark world mice. You must know that Des Moines has always been cruel enough to himself and others, and he is definitely not the kind of coward who cuts his flesh just to escape.

It can only be said that he has a rare strategic judgment on the fog of the instantaneous situation.

If the land is lost, the people will be lost, and both the people and the land will be lost.

But this principle is simple to say, and those who can see the situation clearly and be practical can be regarded as qualified superiors.

Facing Des Moines' indifferent eyes, the subordinate's throat rolled, and the probe took out a small box from the safe deposit box that he carried with him, and raised his hands.

When the small box was opened, the cold air visible to the naked eye condensed into white mist, lingering on the top of the three tubes of reagents in the box. The reagents were translucent blue, dotted with stars, and looked more like some kind of perfume. With a viscous texture.

If it weren't for the cool syringe with the style of sci-fi movie props, I am afraid that not many people would think that this thing would be a reagent for hitting people-who would want to give themselves such a gorgeous but dangerous injection? What about sexy things?

Des Moines picked one up and tied it directly around his neck, and the scale bar on the side was pushed down by the push rod.

A moment later, the blood vessels visible to the naked eye spasmed and climbed up his neck.

That terrifying scene was like tree roots spreading and stretching under the skin. The intense pain made Des Moines arch his body slightly, clenched his hands into fists, clenched his teeth, and let out an unbearable muffled sound.

His subordinates watched this scene with concern, while the elite behind him guarded him vigilantly, beware of anyone rushing out to launch a surprise attack at this time.

It took a full 5 minutes for Des Moines to stand up straight again, panting heavily, as if he had been fished out of the water.

The hair on his forehead was dripping with drops of rain or sweat, which hung between the brows, and as he reached out to comb his hair, the hand on the broken armour was visibly exerting force to the naked eye. There are tendon marks when you hold it tightly.

"How long will it last?" he asked, taking off his gauntlets.

"Normally, it should last for three hours."

"The remaining two will be handed over to the knights, and let them choose two core combat power injections. Have you taken control of the ship?"

"...We made a mistake." The subordinate took the half of the arm armor, with a look of guilt on his face: "The control of the ship was taken away by the electronic warfare team of the Gate of Reality."

"The door of truth? Are you sure?"

"Yes, our team was attacked and lost the ability to fight. The support personnel are convinced that in the final stage of the electronic warfare, it was the Gate of Truth that gained the advantage in the battle for control of the ship."

"What you see may not be real, and maybe someone wants you to think so." Des Moines wiped the water from his face: "If the Gate of Reality had gained control, it wouldn't be so quiet now, They've already come to the door."

If you open the full picture and hang up, you don’t rush to snipe, either there is a problem with your head, or the picture is too big and you don’t care about grabbing people’s heads.

Who else is manipulating all this behind——

"You said our electronic warfare team was attacked. Who was the attacker?" Des Moines asked a crucial point.

"It should be of a different species. The two biological weapons were destroyed by the opponent, but we also found other traces of attack at the scene. They used the standard weapon of Millikin. The opponent fired rockets directly upward from the lower cabin, destroying the The armor of the two biological weapons...could it be the cooperation between the Gate of Reality and the alien species?"

"Bazookas... standard weapons... it is indeed possible that the Gate of Truth brought this kind of thing up, but it is also possible that it is the Republic, followed by Takatahara, and the ship sails from Japan-it will not be a foreign species, and those old-fashioned guys will not choose Working with Truthgate, they look down on those Yankees the most."

It's strange to say that aliens always feel that they are superior to others, not a member of inferior races like humans, but they also feel that they should belong to a certain era.

The vampires believe they are the afterglow of the Tudor dynasty, and the werewolves are the orphans of the self-proclaimed Romanov dynasty.

It feels like a group of shadows living in the crevices of history. The old and the young have to put some gold on their faces, and they even abide by the old etiquette even when they report their names or dress up.

"Contact everyone, gather in the direction of the engine room as soon as possible, shoot down there, and blow up the power system of the Poseidon." Des Moines turned and walked in another direction: "Where is the submarine?"

"I haven't contacted the submarine yet. The other party should not have arrived at the originally planned point."

"The public frequently sends out spare contact codes, telling them to abandon their original plan and stay away from the Poseidon for the time being. It is not so easy for us to get the target - torpedoes. Once we fail to take down the engine room, we will directly blow up the Poseidon Abolish it, and it cannot be allowed to go forward according to the current route."

"Yes!"

Modern torpedoes are much more intelligent than they were during World War II. They can shoot up to [-] kilometers away, and they are attacking such big targets as the Poseidon. Des Moines is not worried about the capabilities of the submarine. That is his last hole card.

There is no one to rely on in the vast sea, if any messenger of justice wants to take them all at once, he has to choose between the lives of thousands of people on the Poseidon or them, the mice of the dark world.

"Also——" Des Moines stood still, raised a finger and turned around: "At all costs, keep those alien species. They are on the boat, and they will be killed on the boat. If they jump off the boat, they will be killed." Let the submarine drown them in the sea, activate the knights, and let them drive each other to the direction of the sacred scale after finding the alien species."

"Now?" The subordinate was stunned for a moment: "But other organizations still—"

"Now—our biggest enemy is not other organizations, but those few monsters who should have been abandoned by the times, but have stubbornly survived until now. Their determination to achieve their goals is stronger than all of us."

Des Moines was silent for half a second, looking up at the ceiling with gloomy eyes: "I suspect that there are higher-level beings coming."

"The superior... Could it be that the Duke is here?"

"No, it's higher. Everyone underestimated the attraction of divine blood to vampires. Before I wanted to kill Fernando directly, but I didn't expect to attract the remaining aliens. Judging by their appearance, they were not hunted at all. Consciousness, and even leisurely help each other... Have you ever heard that vampires will help each other?"

Between different races, fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, and it is considered a deep friendship without a shot in the back.

help?They can't wait for others of their kind to die early...

Des Moines' subordinates were silent, and their expressions became serious.

"What do you think can make those who think they are noble races bow their heads, just like a pack of wolves with a wolf king, duke? Fernando, the vampire who claims to be the closest to the duke, will board the ship and become his subordinate so easily?"

"If it's not the Duke, is it... the Prince?"

"Oh... maybe."

"..."

PS: I hope everyone must pay attention to keeping warm. I went out without a hat like a fool today. When I came back, I felt that I lost my ears. beating...

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1074 1055-Surprise Not Surprise

Aliya was still strolling around the bottom deck when she got the news.

"Heterogeneous? Suspected master? Big fish?"

Flipping through the various possibilities and conjectures in the information, the girl Ya felt that Nima was outrageous.

I caught a fish, why did I catch a great white shark?

Co-authoring the Poseidon, there is no Huanxiguan three Obasan confessing their relatives and then gang-beating me—cross out—the scene of being beaten by my gang, it becomes me and you fellow vampires meeting fellow vampires and shooting in the back ?

Anyway, you can't get around the process of recognizing your relatives, right?

"This kind of thing happened, everyone didn't want it..."

She sighed, put away the communicator, and asked around: "What kind of alien, vampire, or monster, how is it possible? It's not materialistic at all!"

What can you say?

Khaki Wild and Khaki Yujie are still worried about whether the friends on the top floor are taking good care of themselves. It's cold, it's windy and rainy outside, so I need to add a few more clothes, so I don't care about vampires or not.

Monster Well, see a lot.

A humanoid Godzilla with a fire ax smashing two metal monsters was by my side.

But when it comes to the topic of alien species, Khaki Wild is still quite curious, mainly because Blue Star does not have this specialty.

"Have you dealt with them?" He asked Yu Jie next to him.

The khaki-colored elder sister who was thinking about something came back to her senses: "Who? A vampire?"

"Ah."

"...There was a confrontation, a very tricky group of guys, and the conventional damage basically couldn't keep them. In the words of the game, they are fleshy and strong disgusting monsters. When the health bar is full, the speed is extremely fast. "

The khaki-colored sister thought about it for a while, and finally used a not-so-popular example to make an analogy: "It's like the Xunlong in Monster Hunter P3."

As she spoke, she still looked wildly at the khaki color: "You understand what I'm saying?"

"Understand--"

The wildness of the khaki color is instantly clear, after all, he was also rubbing the PSP with C hands at the beginning.

It seems that their childhood and youth trajectories are almost the same, even their hobbies and interests are the same.

Looking at each other, both of them suddenly smiled knowingly.

Aliya rolled her eyes, and smelled some kind of sour smell—how are you doing?

No, it's not good.

She stepped forward for a while, and waved her hands without looking back: "You are free to move around, and I will do something."

"Miss?"

"Don't ask, if you ask, I just slipped away, I didn't carelessly, I avoided—"

"?"

Watching Alia's back disappear into the darkness, the couple looked at each other in blank dismay and shrugged.

Look!Even the shrugs are so in tune!

Just when Khaki Wild wanted to say something, a sound of footsteps came from the direction Alia left.

They thought it was the latter who came back, and just turned their eyes back, but immediately frowned.

This heavy footstep is not Missy...

The khaki-colored elder sister raised her eyebrows, and took a look at the way she came and went: "There are also in the back."