After Becoming a Little Sister

"Who is that?"

"Moving company...why is there a moving company?"

"Did John say he was moving? John, where are you—people?!"

"Fack! Why didn't you keep an eye on him!"

"The police ain't here! The police ain't here! We're dead!"

"Get my grandpa's shotgun—or you guys run first, and I'll help John!"

"We're dead... Where's the baseball bat? Why the hell don't you hit a baseball--golf club! And this! Take it! Let's go!"

Just as they were yelling, their legs were shaking, and they were in a mess, a teenager was already staggering and crying, crossing the street and rushing back towards his home.

Even though he is a genius of Alchemy Star, apart from this identity, he is just an ordinary boy.

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"someone is coming."

The woman who dumped gasoline said so, threw away the gasoline can in her hand, and drew her pistol.

"I heard it." The man in black naturally heard the screeching sound of brakes outside. It might be better to say that the other party was too arrogant and had no intention of hiding it.

At this moment, none of them felt that the person who came was worth caring about.

Just kidding, they are bad guys!

When have bad guys been afraid of someone coming?It has always been a drama of murderers chasing innocent victims.

Just like in a horror movie, I have never heard of a villain being scared by passers-by.

"It's really uncomfortable just killing people and not collecting money." The woman sneered in a low voice, slightly opened the gap in the blinds, and looked outside.

They were standing in the second-floor corridor of the house, which ended at a window shaded by shutters that let in sunlight.

The wisps of sunlight shone in the room, separated from the mottled light and dark, half of the woman's face was hidden in the shadows, but her sight was bright and cruel.

Until her suspicious eyes moved away from the moving company's car, she looked at a teenager with a distorted expression on his face crossing the street.

"...It's actually across from us, so this little guy just went to visit the neighbor's house?"

"Who?"

"Target, found, he is coming back."

"That would be great, first get rid of the outsider, then fake the scene, and finally take him back."

"Moving company—it seems that this little guy wants to move away. We were lucky to come earlier."

"Heh, those unlucky companies came late, so they probably won't find anything."

The companies they are talking about are naturally not real companies, but organizations from the dark world.

Who wants to spend money on things that can be solved with guns?

The geniuses of Alchemy Star are geniuses, but they are just wild geniuses, with nothing but brains.

Except for a very small number of guys who were born as alchemy stars who grew up to be giants in the field, most of the others regarded their talents as a hobby, lived ordinary and ordinary lives, and were not even willing to get involved in these unnecessary disputes.

This means that even if it costs money, the other party may not join them, so just use the tough one.

In the words of the Republic, this is called toasting and not eating fine wine, and they deserve it.

The woman licked her lips: "It's really pitiful for me to grab that little guy—what's the sound?"

"Clang...clang...clang..."

The knocking sound was getting closer and closer, and I didn't even know when it matched the frequency of my heartbeat.

I didn't feel it before, but now that the woman listens carefully, she actually feels that her heartbeat is also accelerating with the gradual acceleration of the voice.

The momentary heart palpitations made her a little out of breath, and she got better after recovering, but it still surprised her.

However, the moment she asked the question, the knocking sound disappeared, and only the sound of opening the door came.

The man in black threw the little girl who was tied up by him onto the spreading gasoline stain, and looked sideways: "What did you say?"

"...It's nothing, he should have come in, I'm going to arrest him."

The woman was in a daze for a moment, tightened the gun in her hand, and walked down the corridor.

Then she and a woman who looked like she was wandering in her own living room met eyes...

She herself was wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket that looked like a villain, with heavy makeup, flirtatious and dangerous, and a gun in her hand.

The other party was wearing a T-shirt at home that I didn't know where to find it, it was too loose, with a plain face, and even his hair was simply tied up.

This Asian woman, who was tired to a certain extent, reached into her t-shirt with one hand and scratched it, and the other hand was holding a matte black metal rod that I don't know if it was a crowbar or something. , the stick has regular edges and corners, but it doesn't look like a sharp edge at all.

"Oh, someone's, I thought the kerosene leaked." The tired and lazy woman looked curiously at the woman in the leather jacket with the gun: "Are you a bad guy?"

"..."

Blinking, the woman in the leather jacket with the gun actually felt a stabbing chill in the back of her vest.

No... No... There must be something wrong...

She gritted her teeth, clenched her teeth, the numbness that was so cold and stiff all over her body receded slightly, the gun she held in her hand suddenly lowered and pointed at the other party, and then pulled the trigger——

"Bang ding——"

There was a gunshot, and the sound that came back was quite subtle.

The tired and lazy woman held the 'iron rod' in her hand in front of her face, and a piece of sawdust exploded from the door frame beside her, and the remaining scratches of the bullet were still clearly visible on the iron rod.

"Let me tell you, after my Wumu mace was directly cut off, I replaced it with a cold iron one. Let alone you are a rotten sweet potato and a rotten bird egg, even if you are a life-threatening scholar, then I Don't be afraid, because I have practiced this move to the point where I can block bullets even if I break my mace!"

"You!" The woman in the leather jacket with the gun backed away, fixed her gaze on the opponent, and shouted upstairs, "There are enemies! The people of the Republic—"

"There are still masters?" The tired and lazy woman raised her eyebrows, and seemed to be a little more serious: "There is still a smell of blood, let me tell you, you guys can't kill people, right?"

"Bang bang bang bang——"

What answered her was a series of gunshots, but there was no feeling of the slightest hit.

The figure of the other party dissipated like a wave of water, and the figure appeared beside her, with a cold tone in the beating tone: "Murders who break the law, you guys talk about human rights every day, why don't you understand this truth?"

"?!"

The woman in the leather jacket with the gun turned her head suddenly, but when she turned her gaze around, she could only see a dark iron mace, which grew bigger and bigger in her sight.

It's like the golden cudgel sweeping across the world, filling every corner in sight...

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Hearing the gunshots like popping beans, the young man tremblingly threw himself on the door of his house, knocking open the door which was already concealed.

However, the moment he pushed open the door, a figure flew over and landed in front of him like a dead dog, followed by the scattered fragments of guns, which scattered all over the ground.

The grip of a gun landed at his feet, and the thing seemed to have been severely smashed by a hydraulic forging hammer, showing a distorted texture.

The young man raised his head in astonishment, his eyes glanced at the half-dead woman in leather clothing with strangely bent arms, and then fixed on the standing woman, opened his mouth, and said "ha—" after a while With a cry, he also collapsed to the ground.

"No, what does it mean that you have seen me like a ghost? Am I so scary?" The tired and lazy woman scratched her stomach speechlessly: "I said boy, you are John, right? Can you say "Nice"?" ? Hello? Are you OK?"

"You—you are from the Republic! You are here to pick me up, right!"

"Indeed, but it seems that we came a step late." Dong Guanzhu looked up at the second floor: "There is another one upstairs. If it didn't come down, it probably took your family hostage, or maybe it set up a trap or something. You Who did you provoke?"

"I, I don't know... save them! Please save my family!"

"I'll save you if you don't tell me, but you have to go out first. There are our people in the car outside, and they will protect you. By the way, you are quite fluent in Mandarin, and you are a good learner."

While talking, Dong Guanzhu walked over and stepped on the girl in leather clothes. He didn't mean to pity her, but put his iron mace against her lips: "Speaking of it, where did the bastard come from? If you don’t make it clear, I’ll let you choose whether you want my cold stick or the hot stick.”

"...Nine innings!"

"It's just nonsense, where did you come from, that old lady from Bureau Nine?"

"You are from Bureau Nine! It's you!"

"Yes, this is still a flip-flop. I didn't realize that you are a big onion." Dong Guanzhu's eyes turned cold, and he moved forward with the iron mace in his hand, smashing a tooth of the other party with ease: "Don't even think about it." Gritting your teeth and committing suicide, you have committed a crime, let me tell you, attacking the external scientific research personnel of the Ninth Bureau, at least you have to start in 20 years."

After finishing speaking, she reached out and lifted the other party up, holding it in front of her like a meat shield: "You go out first, I will discuss the conditions with the guy above, and I heard that your boy is good at metallurgy, so you can make a new one for me when you have time." The Wumu mace? I want something that is super light and easy to carry, can be stretched and stretched, and can vibrate at a high frequency, and it’s best that it can easily break off some kind of divine grace gold, no problem, right?"

"me--"

"It seems that you are acquiescing, go and go." Lord Dong Guan pushed him out, and glanced back at the silent corridor: "Brother upstairs, can you understand human language?"

"... Liben? Or a republican?"

"It seems that I don't understand, Yamamoto—my ancestor—"

Responding loudly, she poked her head into the ear of the crippled leather-clothed woman and whispered, "Guess what the hand I used just now is called?"

"..."

"I read a novel before. It is said that the old house of a beautiful girl with three wu is quiet and peaceful, and it is full of beautiful cherry blossom trees. The ancestors created a special kind of ninjutsu..."

The eyes of the girl in leather flickered, isn't this guy from the Republic?

"Today, the old house still retains the appearance of that time. It is simple, clean, and spotless. The mystery of ninjutsu lies in it. What is needed is a completely peaceful and comfortable heart, reflecting even the slightest ripple from the outside world. The name of the ninjutsu, let me tell you quietly, don’t tell others, that ninjutsu is called..."

Amidst the bang, the house was blown away by the air waves and made an overwhelmed creaking sound——

"Blood Hands - Gu Jiaming!!"

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The dark world was in chaos, like the Battle of Pingele.

Accompanied by the sudden entry of the Ninth Game, the forces that had not yet been finalized and did not know how many national killers became paralyzed on the spot.

In the first hour, indescribable monsters from the Far East landed in Hungary and Slovakia.

In the second hour, the evil hegemony stretched out its claws and touched Austria and Slovenia.

In the third hour, the tyrannical republic provoked turmoil and disputes—Germany and Italy were poisoned one after another.

In the fourth hour, the Ninth Bureau of the Republic joined the fierce talent competition...