After Becoming a Little Sister

In terms of naval battles, everyone didn't understand it, and they were frightened.

The space station crashed...

In a high-end apartment in Milliken, a whole team of heavily armed special forces slammed open the door—

"FBI! Open Door!"

After a while, the noise mixed with dog barking and the sudden lighting of lights gradually radiated around this high-end apartment.

At this time, Milliken was only five in the morning, but some departments had been working all night for a long time. After the special forces had taken control of the scene, a whole team of people in black suits walked nervously into the high-end apartment, and they were controlled in Several people sitting on the sofa stared blankly.

It can be seen that the special forces did not act rude to anyone other than smashing vases—maybe they didn’t dare, or they might have had special instructions, but no matter what, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa still kept his words. with basic decency.

Although he was woken up by someone breaking into the door at [-]:[-] a.m. and kept on the sofa, no matter how he listened to it, it didn't match his decency.

The middle-aged Asian man in pajamas glanced at the people in black with angry eyes: "I think you should give me an explanation! I have not violated any laws, if you can't show convincing evidence, then you will Just wait and talk to my lawyer!"

"I know you corporate executives are very good lawyers, and our complaint rate has been high recently, which is distressing." The leader of the men in black was a black man in the dark who wore sunglasses in the middle of the night. He took off his sunglasses. He showed his big white teeth, glanced at a photo on the wall next to him, and asked quietly, "What do you think of the company you work for?"

The photo shows a group photo of several men ringing the bell on Nasdaq. The senior executive smiled brightly. Everyone was wearing yellow kangaroo logo overalls. The background behind them was the successful ringing of the bell in Times Square. Meituan takeaway advertisement.

"...I won't answer any of your questions until my lawyer comes!"

"I don't think you will be able to see your lawyer." The man in black looked away from the photo frame: "Actually, we just have a few questions for you to answer. This is a special executive order signed by the Secretary of State."

The man in black took out a piece of paper and spread it out, on which Milliken's bald eagle emblem was large and conspicuous.

"..." The senior executive was silent for a moment, then looked around at this strange big battle, obviously puzzled but also felt something was wrong: "What do you want to say?"

"This is not the place to talk, and I think you should be treated with enough courtesy. After all, we are not bad people, and you are not a criminal." The man in black, who was born with a talent for rap, shrugged: "Please come with us, sir, we I won't hurt your family, or I don't dare... Oh, I don't dare anyway."

The special forces escorted Mr. Senior out in earnest. Several team members with guns and live ammunition stared straight at him, holding their weapons in their hands. Bean-sized sweat was rolling down their foreheads, obviously they were too afraid. clear.

Mr. Executive pursed his lips and thought for a while, followed them and went out, while comforting his wife and children: "Don't worry baby, Dad will be back soon, it's alright... Darling, trust me."

"Sir, we still have a lot of things to do." The man in black walked to the door and glanced back. He didn't know whether he couldn't hold back or meant something: "Your uniforms... I mean uniforms, there really aren't any. Under your pyjamas? For God's sake, I really don't want a conflict with you."

The inexplicable senior executive subconsciously reached out and lifted the hem of his clothes, but this action alone frightened the whole group of armed men. Amidst the clattering sound of guns, seven or eight guns were pointed at him, and all kinds of 'stops' ! ', "Don't move!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" The man in black quickly raised his hands to signal everyone to calm down: "Take it easy, take it easy, I'll just ask, it's nothing else!"

The senior executive put down his hand suspiciously and thought for a moment: "Can I...can I change into a dress? This is pajamas."

"No no no, absolutely not—sir, maybe I shouldn't have reminded you how dangerous it was, but if you change your clothes... I mean, change clothes that don't fit, you're going to scare the big guys. It's bad, so let it be, it'll be good."

"..."

The senior executive had the intention to speak a few dialects, but in the end he held back and followed them out with a cold snort.

The special forces soldiers with guns and live ammunition drove directly to the armored vehicles on the road. The continuous special vehicles were all under martial law from the street to the end of the street. If I was a little worried about whether it might be some kind of kidnapping scam, the senior executive was forced into the hands of the other party. There are guns, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so now I feel that something has happened to the real Nima, and it is still my own accident - but what am I doing?I didn't do anything!

The armored vehicle escorted the senior executive to the core of a military base. He stood for more than three minutes just by taking the downward elevator. After a while, he was taken to a special room. In the middle of the room was a A layer of super bulletproof glass curtain wall with a thickness of 80 cm separates the space between the interrogator and him.

...what is this place?

In addition, are you going to use this glass to interrogate the Hulk?

"Name." The inquirer on the opposite side of the glass curtain wall cleared his throat and asked softly, and the electronic voice came out.

"...Lewis."

"Country of Citizenship."

"Miliken." The senior executive looked at the battle, pulled out his seat resignedly, and sat down: "My parents' generation worked in Milliken, and I was born in this country. What do you want to ask?"

"You just need to answer our questions." The interviewer smiled politely: "Age?"

"37 is old."

"According to our findings, you are currently employed by a service company, is that true?"

"It's like this, I work for Meituan, and I'm the executive president of the Millikin branch...Is there any problem?"

No matter how late he realized, he was aware of the other party's purpose - not for him, but for the company he worked for.

But this is even more mystical. How could the takeaways have anything to do with this group of people who looked like Milliken's military?

Is it because the delivery boy put medicine in the pizza when he brought it over, which caused the soldiers to be sent to the hospital collectively?

The uneasy senior executive did not find that the inquirer on the opposite side was more uneasy than him. The other party showed a photo, and the image lit up on the large-screen monitor on the table in front of the senior executive: "Do you know this?"

It was a cool-looking fighter jet with an overhead view of half a blue star in the background and an endless sea of ​​stars. It looked like some kind of game CG.

The thing that went too far was that the fighter was brightly painted with the yellow kangaroo takeaway, and even the standard Republic square characters.

"……do not know."

The senior executive raised his head and looked at the inquirer as if he was looking at idiots - you are all working so hard just to show me a game CG?

Next door to Horizon [-], there are dozens of Republic Logistics Company MODs, why don't you go and ask?

"It seems that we can't reach a consensus yet, and I have to say it's a pity." The inquirer shrugged and eased the atmosphere.

The senior executive said in his heart that it would be more regrettable that he had reached a consensus with you. I am afraid that it is not because the IQ will drop to a negative number.

"Why do you work for this company?"

"For the money." The senior executive leaned back, leaning on the back of his chair, his expectations getting worse and worse: "They give money, and I go to work for them, what's wrong with that?"

"...I mean, is there a deeper factor behind this, such as feelings?"

"I'm just an employee. The relationship between me and the company is an employment relationship. I create value for the company, and the company pays me the salary I deserve. What kind of relationship do you want me to talk about?"

"Then what do you think of the republic? That's your homeland."

"What do you think? My country is amazing, at least they won't take me to the military base at midnight and ask me some nervous questions! And in Milliken, the security at night seems to have degenerated into a primitive jungle-- Even you hyenas, inexplicable hyenas!"

Anyone who is put up like this will be so angry that the senior executive has made up his mind to let the legal counsel sue the gang after he goes back.

"Well, it can be seen that you are a pro-Republic, and you have 8 years of experience in studying in the Republic, and travel records twice a year, each time for at least half a month - can we doubt that you are here? Duan World received secret training from the Republic, such as space fighters?"

"...What?"

"Uh - space warrior." The inquirer flipped through the information in his hand, and then prompted: "Or Force Warrior, the kind of lightsaber."

"???"

The eyes of the senior executive whose chest were rising and falling quickly were rounded. After a while, he recovered, his anger accumulated, and he gritted his teeth: "No! Yes!"

"Is there any special aircraft driving? Heavy fighter jets or special space fighter jets, I know that your company's employees will review the proficiency of vehicles used to achieve the purpose of quickly transporting goods. Is this also something special? Personnel screening?"

"...What are you asking?!" He stood up suddenly, and the grumpy senior executive grabbed the chair he was sitting on and slammed it against the glass curtain wall: "If anyone wants to play with me in this way, then Let him stand up for himself!"

However, at the moment when he stood up, a special mechanical structure suddenly unfolded on the four corners of the ceiling of the room. Several dark mechanical weapons were aimed at him, and the visible warning laser aiming beams moved around him.

The inquirer and the partner around him whispered a few words, and looked at the document in his hand with an MMP expression, but he still had to appease the senior executive.

"We reiterate that we are simply asking questions, as long as you answer truthfully."

"..."

Glancing at the firepower in the four corners of the house, the senior executive grabbed his chair back angrily and sat down with a livid expression.

"Then it's the same question as before, is this some sort of screening process for military personnel?"

"No."

"Then does your company have military business-related qualifications?"

"……No."

"Your company has a logistics business called 'help and delivery'. Will it undertake military supplies?"

"No, we don't transport contraband."

"Including aerospace, items that have a certain relationship with the military field?"

"...No! We just deliver food and daily necessities!" The gritted executive patted the armrest of the seat and emphasized: "Food! It's fucking burgers and fucking pizza! And fucking drinks and Zuo Zong Tang Ji - not a weapon! No one eats a weapon! No! I hate weapons! I'm a staunch gun ban!"

The inquirers looked at each other, nodded, crossed out a few lines of the information in their hands, and turned to the next page.

"So does your company have fighter jets for your own use?"

"..." The senior executive's eyes were straight, and after a long while, he took a hard breath, and the blue veins on his forehead were about to burst: "No! Yes!"

"Very well, I don't think so either. After all, it's hard to hide a fighter jet that requires a lot of logistical maintenance on Milliken's side - so does your parent company, I mean the Republic headquarters, have fighter jets for their own use? "

"……No."

"You are now trying to use drones to deliver fast food, so are there armed drones for your own use?"

"We deliver meals, not bombs!"

"Then, have your couriers received training in 'helping to dump garbage'?"

"That is the professional ethics of the service industry. We do not make mandatory requirements. If it is convenient, it may help."

"That is--will you launch an attack on a hostile target that obstructs the delivery of goods under the pretext of 'helping to dump the garbage'? The attack methods include not limited to missile strikes, laser weapons and electromagnetic cannons, but also direct physical impact. "

"...No, we don't have hostile targets, we don't have missiles, and we won't be stupid enough to hit people directly."

"Then the last few questions - can your company promise not to undertake the transportation of military items, including special parts for fighter jets and aerospace, during the period when Millikin is open for business, and not to provide 'help to dump garbage' on the grounds of , to conduct military operations, especially not to launch raids against the aerospace field, to comply with the international convention on the Blue Star High Orbiter...?"

"..." Mr. Executive rubbed his forehead hard to prevent himself from dying here because of a blood vessel explosion, and nodded with difficulty: "I promise, I can promise, because we are not related to the military at all, we are just a service industry !"

"Yes, as far as I know, our military contractors are also services, serving capital."

It was rare for the inquirer to utter a word of Milliken-style humor, but unfortunately, the senior executive ignored him and looked like he was about to die of anger.

"After asking some basic questions about the company, we need to discuss more detailed cooperation after sorting out the intelligence for a period of time in the future. Now it is about the individual. Sir, can you use the lightsaber?"

"...No, my daughter will, do you want to take a look?" Mr. Executive couldn't hold back, and sneered: "She even cooperates with me and shouts NO when I ask Star Wars lines, much smarter than you. !"

"Okay, I understand." The interrogator stood up with a serious face and instructed the armed men behind him: "Control his daughter immediately, the target is extremely dangerous, but if the other party doesn't take the initiative to attack, absolutely cannot use coercion! "

"Wait!" The senior executive said eagerly, "What are you going to do?!"

"Actually, we don't know either." The inquirer shook his head: "But since you have confirmed it, we must do the corresponding checks."

"I was joking!" Mr. Executive hurriedly explained: "I just said this casually - you don't want to hurt my daughter!"

"Relax, sir, we have absolutely no intention of hurting you, at least not now." The inquirer sat down again, showing a gentle smile: "Then can we all calm down now and have a good talk?"

"...Ask, if there is anything else to ask, I can tell you everything I know, but you must not hurt my daughter!"

"We just follow the rules. In fact, even these... uncomfortable issues are not selected by us." Wei Li usually has obvious external characteristics, among which there are quite a lot of mythological and literary descriptions about the characteristics of 'white crane feather-colored hair and child-like appearance', do you understand this?"

"Crane...a childish face?" The slightly uncertain senior executive muttered: "Or a white-haired loli?"