After Becoming a Little Sister

"It's not my bluntness, but the fact that the rules of the game are like this."

Des Moines opened his eyes: "Young man, this world is not just your republic, but if you want everyone to continue playing, you have to abide by the rules of this international game. Although Silver Cross is only a dark world organization, the entire Europa official will Endorse us."

"Do you know how many guns are pointed at you now? Even if you die here, we can blame it on the Poseidon accident!"

"I bet you there's no armed force staring at me in that glass wall behind you, because you know that after the Poseidon incident is over, you can't shoot me anymore, because you're in the 'good guys' camp , and good people don't shoot casually."

"..."

Des Moines leaned forward: "No matter what your boss explained to you, or what you want from me, I will still say the same thing, call that woman, and I will talk to her personally. No one can."

"She is something you can see whenever you want? Who do you think you are? Hmph!"

"As long as the other party still exists in the dark world, I don't think my identity doesn't even disqualify me from meeting the other party?"

"Dark world?" The interrogator seemed to be laughing, and looked at his companion, the meaning of the arc at the corner of his mouth was unclear.

"Why, the other party has another identity?" Des Moines sat back, adjusted his sitting posture in a leisurely manner, and raised the silver bracelet on his hand: "This thing doesn't mean much, I'm on your ship, and your aircraft carrier By the side, I can't escape, prepare me a glass of whiskey, less ice."

"Have someone bring you a drink and you don't even want to say please and thank you?"

A female voice came out from the speaker, and the voice was clear and sweet like a girl.

Des Moines raised his eyebrows: "Are you watching?"

"Yeah, I'm looking, whiskey?"

"Give me a glass of whiskey, less ice, please."

"You're welcome, only boiled water." The door was opened, and a girl with a glass of water stood at the door.

Des Moines looked at her, his eyes subconsciously moved down the other's face, and then his expression gradually froze.

The girl just put the water glass in her hand to her lips with a blank expression, drank it in front of Des Moines, crushed the empty paper cup and threw it into the trash can by the door: "Your eyes are too rude, So there is no more boiled water."

"...You Republic thinks this is very humorous?"

"what are you saying?"

"How old are you?"

"It's impolite for you to ask a girl's age so casually, but I'm still young, so I can proudly tell you that I'm only 18."

"An eighteen-year-old general—still an admiral, do you think it's possible?"

"Oh? You think my ability is not worthy?" Aliya waved her hand: "You all go out."

The interrogator closed the notebook gloatingly, intentionally or unconsciously: "No, no, no one thinks that someone can pretend to be a general in our aircraft carrier battle group, right?"

The companion tugged at the hem of her clothes, and then she shut up and hurried out with the documents.

Aliya sat down in front of Des Moines, pressed down the extra bright lamp to illuminate the tabletop, and supported her chin with her hands, only half of her face was exposed.

And the sharp eyes like a falcon——

"Introduce each other?"

"Des Moines, member of Silver Cross, rank...third executive officer."

"Alia, the director of the Ninth Bureau of the National Security Department of the Republic, military rank - general."

"..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1109 1089-Alia, who can't play big chess, is just pure and wicked

Des Moines still can't accept an 18-year-old general.

This is not the prince of an imperial country, nor is it the warlord general of a small third world country.

Do I really think Des Moines is a fool?

"If you want to subdue me in this way, you don't have to. Although it involves military secrets, the extradition clause will be invalid...but I will prove my worth in other ways, and you will not keep me in prison forever. on."

"You think you are important?" Aliya tilted her head to look at him, her eyes flickering under the brim of the hat.

"I do matter."

"Then do you think it's you that is important, or the interests of the Silver Cross or even the entire dark world?"

"...The interests of the entire dark world?" Des Moines thought for a moment, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a mocking tone: "That may be more important."

"No, think again."

"Is it still important?"

"You and the dark world are not important."

Alicia leaned forward, put her hands down to support the edge of the table, and looked at Des Moines only a punch away.

Des Moines could even see his own reflection in the other's deep eyes—seeing his own face, and the other's face in his own eyes.

"—but without you, it means a lot to me."

When she said this, she didn't mean to be joking at all, even with a sense of 'if I think about it, you will all die'.

What did she think of herself?

Or what does she take the dark side formed by the whole society as?

Des Moines wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

A certain grand, grand narrative rhythm, accompanied by the other party's understated tone, filled his trance vision like the sun rising to illuminate all things, so that the so-called dark side is also good, the human nature Regardless of the dark crevices, they all dissipate invisible under the light.

It's as if there is a road that has never been imagined, just spread out in front of you, extending to a brilliant distance.

But as the girl retreated, all of this disappeared, and only the cold cabin was shrouded in front of him again.

Gray metal walls, a long gray table, seats welded to the floor, and the light from the desk lamp between the two people.

"..."

Some dazed Des Moines woke up, looked at his palm subconsciously, and then his expression became serious: "What did you do to me?"

"Make love—something to do." Aliya took off her hat and rested her cheek with one hand in a leisurely manner.

Her body was no longer the upright and tough sitting posture before, but she was slightly leaning slightly relaxedly.

If Aliya was originally like an iron-blooded general, then now she is some kind of leader who is more unruly than the generals who are in battle.

Indescribable perception, Des Moines told himself more than once that the person in front of him was just performing, but he had to admit that the posture performed by the other party was far better than the so-called great commanders of today's Western systems, and had more real power The calmness that dominates life and death.

Sighing, Des Moines no longer looked at her: "Whatever you want, I have the right to give up any chips that the Silver Cross can give."

Aliya wants so many things, she also wants the perfect size front armor, can you give it with the silver cross?

Heh, what kind of atmosphere is blowing, something that the Q version of Quantum Dragon God can't do, this is the rule of the universe.

It's as if one of the rules of the entire universe is Licking Huanxi View, this dog-licking universe should be destroyed in a sense.

What?Am I also a member of Huanxi Guan?

That's all right - the universe is nice!Thank you universe!

"Your submarine base." Aliya tapped the handrail lightly with her fingertips: "Including your submarine, and the French submarine-launched nuclear bomb carried on the submarine, and I also want the internal personnel list of your Silver Cross-I mean Including people of your level and higher levels."

The silver cross in this world is not destroyed like Blue Star's holy cross, and it can keep secrets perfectly like a dead person.

Even if the Republic relied on its own strength to forcibly seize these spoils, the other party could still expose its own losses, making the Republic's plan to make a fortune silently fail.

A secret undersea base and an exposed undersea base are two completely different concepts.

It is roughly equivalent to the Seal of Darkness and Brightness, which is mutual generation and mutual restraint. The former is mutual restraint, and the critical damage is full, and the latter is free, which symbolizes scraping.

It's as if those bastards in Millikin really want to know that there is such a submarine base and let it go...

Hanging alone overseas, it was blown up while the moon was dark and the wind was high, and after the blowup, you could still say innocently that who knew there was something there.

No, no, no, no one is hiding some big treasure there, right?

By judging others by herself, Aliya can even make up the other party's eccentric face.

But fortunately, that place should be one of the top secrets belonging to the Silver Cross, and not many people knew about the destruction of the Holy Cross.

In the same way, on the earth side, it should also be a secret that is only circulated at high levels, and at the very least, it must be an NPC at the level of the Holy Child who knows more or less.

As for the homotopes on both sides of the cross, the 'education' of the Holy Son is not bad, and it is still possible to keep a secret if you really want to.

Didn't see the Holy Cross, even if he made the parents of the ninth son, Nain, in order to grab such a biological research genius like her, did Nain choose to forgive the Holy Cross when he learned the truth later?

And I am willing to lead a group of people to rebuild a new organization, even the name has not been changed, it is true that I love it deeply.

What is it called?This is called revenge for killing the father, but that's all!

Of course, it's more because the Holy Cross is so cold, the hatred can't find the target, and Des Moines treats her pretty well.

Des Moines has always been very kind to his own people. Apart from being ruthless enough, this guy perfectly fits the personality of a hero who wants to do big things.

What Aliya wanted right now was to let the other party honestly cut this piece of meat out of such a hero.

And they have to keep the secrets themselves, honestly hold back the loss, and can't tell others.

"……Do you think that's possible?"

"If it's impossible, then you Silver Cross, and even the entire Dark World, will be responsible for the Sea God incident."

Aliya picked up the tablet on the table and threw it into Des Moines' arms: "You pretended to be pirates and launched an attack on the Poseidon, hitting at least four torpedoes."

Des Moines raised his eyebrows, subconsciously raised his head again.

"After checking the traces of the torpedo attack and the wreckage of the weapon, the Republic followed the clues to find you who stole the weapon from the French arsenal. At that time, you will not be as simple as you are now."

"..."

Even if he knew that the other party knew that he had a submarine, and he knew that the other party knew that he knew that the other party knew that his submarine was carrying torpedoes and was ready to sink the Poseidon at any time, he never thought that the other party would go so far.

One of the three dignified sovereign powers on the earth, and a dark world organization, what about his face?

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "You say it is? Who will believe it?"

"Yeah, who would believe it, but we have evidence, even the Poseidon is lying in the sea, anyone who doesn't believe it can watch it, we can even salvage the ship at the scene of the accident and broadcast it globally."