After Becoming a Little Sister

I don't know why, seeing Lu Wuxia running wildly excitedly, my mother thought of this line in her head.

Although she doesn't play games very much, she always pays attention to the entertainment trends on the Internet, and she has heard of some trendy things.

After all, the profession of journalists is all about collecting and analyzing information. If you can't keep up with the times, it basically means that you can retire.

So isn't this the same as those players in apex, who used to say one thing after another.

But when she really started to fight, she was as eager as her, and her mind was full of confrontation and persuasion...

"...Pfft." She couldn't help laughing.

The clear laughter couldn't be clearer in the empty church with only two people.

Lu Wuxia glanced back at her in the midst of her busy schedule, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, it's just——I think you really are me."

My mother looked at her strangely, and felt that it was still the same.

Even if it is because of the teaching of the master, because I have seen a more 'dangerous' dark world here, I have more concerns.

But she is herself—the same appearance, the same ability, and even the essence of character.

"...It's inexplicable." Lu Wuxia, who was full of blood, turned around.

Everyone approached the pipe organ, and she and her own mother kept their mouths shut and listened to the sounds around them.

No one—or people down there.

Lu Wuxia took a deep breath and kicked open the disguised side door for organ maintenance.

"boom----"

The loud sound echoed throughout the church, and the mother monster with the gun counted silently, but still did not wait for anyone to respond.

So what is this?

Are those people on the top, or have they retreated from another direction?

They looked at each other, and Lu Wuxia made a tactical gesture, trying to go down first.

But the mother blamed her, put her gun behind her back, replaced it with a short-barreled shotgun, and walked down.

What they couldn't even notice with their strength was an existence that was almost completely silent - even the breath was perfectly restrained, but it was actually in the shadow not far from them.

Outside the slightly opened stained glass window, the wind blows in, reflecting the gorgeous light through the window.

The mottled silhouette shone on the side of that being, only faintly illuminating those gorgeous eyes like morning stars and the other's fair wrist.

A vanilla smell of ice cream was slightly rolled in along the wind, and then dissipated in the wind.

The bracelet on the white wrist began to faintly flicker with an imperceptible red light.

On the street outside the church, some passers-by looked up subconsciously, as if they saw a shooting star streaking across the sky.

There are also pedestrians subconsciously raising their heads, as if they were going to take out their umbrellas - it seems that there is rolling thunder coming over them.

But the sky was clear and cloudless, and there was nothing, only a seagull flying over from nowhere, swirling in the sky not far from the church.

The cloud layer was silently cut by something...

……

……

The dark passage under the pipe organ is unexpectedly deep and spacious.

Lu Wuxia touched the masonry of the wall with his hand. It was not made of reinforced concrete, but purely excavated and cut bluestone.

This level of large stones and this way of building buildings are rarely seen after medieval castles gradually withdraw from the position of fortresses.

So this place is a cathedral on the surface, but in fact it is a nest of alien species that has been hidden for many years?

With flickering eyes, she followed her mother monster and walked down slowly, keeping an eye on the surrounding situation, always being careful of traps or something.

But it didn’t—maybe it’s because the other party used these areas for themselves. Even the grooves where there should be organs have been abandoned long ago. Only some traces of the Cold War era can be seen, such as completely rusted. Remnants of some engine extensions rusted inside.

They walked down for more than two minutes before they vaguely saw the bottom, and there were secret passages extending in all directions.

The depth of this underground secret room was really an incredible project back then...

The two of them looked at the corridor on the left with faintly lit lights, and they could still hear bloody gas, gunshots, and shouts of killing coming from inside.

The mother gestured strangely: "I'll go, you be careful."

Lu Wuxia shook his head: "Together, the other party has a lot of people, if you can't do it, just withdraw."

"Grab a leader and retreat."

"it is good!"

In the lighted hall, the hall door has exquisite carvings, and some gun holes can be seen through the light.

Lu Wuxia stopped, looked at the bloodstains on the ground, and looked at the marks around him, including the scratches on the door frame and the marks of sharp knives, and deduced in his mind what happened before. Things that happened.

There should be a person here... just squatting here...

Staring at the almost imperceptible footprints on the carpet, Lu Wuxia frowned.

This person squatted here and was discovered?What are you doing squatting by the door?

These scratches and slash marks should all be left by the other party when he was attacked, and he himself probably used a gun—there were marks left by a few bullets on the surrounding walls, with a sense of haste and embarrassment. , the bullets are a bit messy.

Of course, it is also possible that the target he wants to aim at has excellent maneuvering ability, and can run out of this kind of trace similar to Brownian motion.

then……

She looked to the other side of the corridor, and looked at each other with the mother monster who was also looking in that direction.

Then he actually ran away and was chased by several alien species?Where is it over there?

The mother shook her head strangely, and pointed to the gate—normally, there would be no boss to chase after me.

So the guy they want to catch is probably in this most 'lively' banquet hall.

Voices can still be heard in the banquet hall——

"Abraham! Surrender! We'll give you a decent one!"

"Shut up, old bat, come and kill me yourself if you have the ability, anyway, I still have some bullets, you see, you can get it yourself, or let some poor guy come over and die, hahaha——"

"...Damn it, Spoon! You go!"

"I, I... my lord, I feel so bad—ah! I was injured before... I can't move..."

"you--"

"..."

Lu Wuxia listened speechlessly by the door, feeling that she might have really overestimated these alien species before.

Apart from the large number of people, they should have nothing left...

He took out a fingernail-sized mechanical bug from his pocket, and gently stuffed it in along the crack of the door. The two pressed the button on the side of the helmet at the same time.

An indoor scene looking up from a peculiar perspective was presented in front of them——

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Abraham Martin, the youngest Master Witcher.

He is a lucky man who has experienced life and death several times and claims to be protected by the gods.

Although the way of protection is rather strange - in his own words, every time when he is dying, as long as he shouts to continue breathing, the goddess of fate will come to save him and let him continue to breathe indeed.

Because the Vatican couldn't find a corresponding oxygen angel or the like, they simply gave him the title of Silver Wing.

Although this title is more touching than those weird angel names...

But now, he felt that he was really going to have nothing.

After coughing a few times, he spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and he raised his hand to press his waist and abdomen.

Where is it pierced, the digestive tract can still cough up meat, lung lobes?Stomach?

Unexpectedly, it didn't hurt very much, just a tingling feeling, hot and prickly.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned his back against the lifted long table, raised his head and shouted over there: "Hey! Aren't you ready to come? Then I'll be leaving!"

"...Do you think it's still possible to leave?"

"Why not, as long as you reach the ground, you still dare to chase me? I called for backup before I came!"

"Hmph! Call for backup? Is that your rookie partner? He should have been caught and sucked dry by now!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you really underestimate my partner, although he is indeed a novice... Ahem... Speaking of which, I still haven't figured out which prince you are, you look like a child, It's really hard to tell, can you tell me your name?"

"Why, do you want to send the information back before dying?"

"Of course not, I just want to die more clearly. By the way, can you take a photo of yourself later and send it to my mailbox? My mailbox is checked regularly by nuns, so they can know who killed it Killed me, and then helped me avenge...Speaking of which, Sister Tina never checked my email after seeing my pron member subscription email...What a pity...I kind of like her shy look ..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually sank, and then there was a sound of something falling on the carpet, which sounded on the ground.

"..."

The little boy's eyes flickered, and he pointed to a viscount not far away, motioning him to take a look.

The viscount also wanted to roll and get hurt, but he gritted his teeth, thinking that wealth and wealth are in danger, and cautiously poked his head over, full of vigilance——

[Crack——bang bang bang bang bang! 】

It's the familiar flash bomb again!

It's the familiar six rounds of revolver drawing!

The poor Viscount flew upside down on the spot, struggling and screaming, rolling around on the ground.

The special highly active silver ion bullet penetrated into the vampire's flesh and blood, no less than throwing a spark into the gunpowder pile.

The scorching flesh and blood were peeled off, and the screams gradually subsided. The messy hall looked like a fire scene. The bricks and stones under the carpet were melted to form huge potholes, and there were traces of lava crystallization on the edges. There was an unpleasant burnt smell in the air, permeating the banquet hall.

"Hahahaha! Be fooled!"

A moderate voice sounded, leaning against the thick solid wood long table, but the voice sounded from several directions of the long table.

The muscles on the cheeks of the extremely pale Master Demon Hunter twitched, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground feebly.