After Becoming a Little Sister

"Explain? Explain what?" Big Bob didn't even lift his head: "What did I do wrong, you need to find me at this time? Didn't I say it? I'm just asking about your affairs. I'm busy learning how to do it recently. A qualified father... 140 grams of sugar? Hell! Can pregnant women eat so much sugar? Is this a dessert that pregnant women like and not some confectioner's conspiracy?"

For the millionaires in Michigan, especially those at the level of Big Bob, no one understands business public opinion guidance and fraud better than them.

The culprit of obesity is not high sugar but saturated fat or something, which they concocted themselves.

They even bought doctors and experts back then, advocating the harmlessness of smoking—anyway, as long as they can make high profits, they can do anything.

From the myth that a drop of blood can detect all diseases, to the long-established health theory of yogurt, to the widespread academic fraud and public opinion manipulation.

After all, for them, curing patients is not a sustainable business development model, and capitalism is full of dirty blood from beginning to end.

Why don't people in Millikin believe in officialdom and authority, because this matter has a criminal record and is very serious.

Maybe they don't have the courage to deceive people directly to death, but they have the courage to cheat money by creating anxiety and demand, and they are still very courageous.

Know about avocado?

The four old stars wanted to say something harsh, but Big Bob was a lunatic, and everyone knew about it.

Being able to drop a nuclear bomb directly, and it's still a hairy boy, the incompetent playboy image that Big Bob painstakingly created in the early years has long since collapsed.

Originally, I wanted to get along with you as normal trash, but what I got in return was just contempt, I will stop acting, I have a showdown~

An unscrupulous madman who has no bottom line but holds a military-industrial complex including global delivery capabilities!

For as many years as Lockheed Martin has been the main military supplier of Millikin, and how densely Millikin has overseas military bases, there are as many back doors as Big Bob has.

This matter is still a sine function—it is precisely because of this fear that no one dares to say anything when it is clear that Spicy Chicken Shreds will go to the Republic and not come back. a bit.

But if you really get anxious, God knows what other moths this guy will come up with.

A white woman in the Four Old Stars pondered for a few seconds, with a low voice: "Bob, you were the one who proposed the genius plan of collecting the Alchemy Stars, but now they have been robbed by the people of the Republic. You have nothing to do with it." Want to say something?"

"If you say you are idiots, you are really idiots. Are you stupid when you watch movies? Huh?"

Big Bob threw aside the food tutorial in his hand: "I asked you to collect geniuses and maintain our technological advantages. What did you do? Violence?"

"... Violence is an essential process, I—"

"Your mother is a son of a bitch!" Blowing mercilessly, Big Bob looked even angrier than she: "That's Alchemy Star! Better than those nerds in your Redwood Ridge Lab Genius gathering place! My niece took so much effort to join in and get the basic information - you just go to kidnap? Go to blackmail? God should have put you idiots back in the first place! Why didn't your dad shoot you back then On the wall or in any dancer's ass?"

"Enough, Bob, you—"

"Fack! Are you worthy of telling me enough? Don't you have any money? Ah? Don't you use money and beautiful women to seduce? Even if you spend some money! Spend some! The KGB knows how to use swallows and crows-you today Come here and question me, just because you messed up everything yourself, and then you want me to take the responsibility?! DuPont, if you old guy who sells Ass nods, I will let all your factories take dirt planes now!"

Big Bob yelled at these guys, his face was so outrageous that it didn't look like they were making trouble, but it looked like they were sending them to the door to seek death.

After a while, the four old stars interrupted the communication with ugly faces. After all, the four pampered old money is no match for a lunatic like Big Bob.

Big Bob glanced at the board meeting on the side, and then yelled furiously, scolding more than a dozen directors, and then turned off the communication with a look of rage.

However, only a few seconds after turning off the communication, he rubbed his face to adjust his expression, showing a relaxed smile.

The old butler walked into the kitchen: "Sir, they are very dissatisfied with you."

"I know, but so what?"

"...Safety first, it's a bit too much for you to humiliate them like this."

"Excessive?" Big Bob twitched the corners of his mouth: "Send out my previous medical report, the one that was dying, and tell that old DuPont guy that I added an additional 30 billion to the revenge fund, plus five deployments. The intercontinental ballistic missile in Florida will take effect once I lose contact with the outside world for 48 hours. If he dares to give me a bad impression, everyone will die together-you must quietly tell Morgan that the missile is actually not targeting Dupont, but Morgan and Ross."

What is bundling blackmail?If DuPont kills Mellon, Morgan and Ross will die instead.

Although a nuclear bomb cannot accurately destroy the entire large family, it may not even be effective-Milikan's local interception system still exists.

But who can guarantee that when the nuclear bomb is launched, the person who happens to be hit will not be himself in the big family?Who in the colorful world is willing to gamble their lives?

Big Bob is the only one among them who has no bottom line, especially when Big Bob really has this strength. Of the five top financial families, Mellon, Morgan, Dupont, Ross and Cole, only Mellon and Dupont have mastered it. The military industry.

In other words, if Big Bob doesn't do anything, then once DuPont picks things up, he has to figure out whether this bastard wants to use his own cards to mess with others first.

This simple and efficient but malicious enough strategic intimidation maintains the current simple balance of power.

No one will take the initiative to provoke a lunatic, but will restrain other people who can communicate, try not to cause trouble for everyone, this is called checks and balances.

At least no one dared to take the initiative to do something until the big ship of Milijian had not completely sunk.

And some things are meaningless to these capitalists, especially the so-called loyalty to the country, whoever becomes the world's boss, they can still be prosperous and rich, the emperor has changed, but can I Yan Shenggong—cross out— Top giants, can't the scalp be itchy and the water too cold?

There is no such reason!Even if it costs a little money, spend a little more, it is acceptable for the rich and the idle to be happy.

"Sir, the level of chaos on Europa has exceeded our expectations."

"It doesn't matter, the more chaotic the better, how is the action in the ninth round?"

Big Bob opened the oven and brought out the steaming cookies: "Try this, Japanese-style matcha-flavored butter yogurt cranberry flow heart white chocolate strawberry cookie, I also specially prepared cherry blossoms for decoration, I think she I would like it... Does Alchemy Star have a genius for making desserts?"

"The Ninth Bureau has gained a lot. The actions of the Rosicrucian Society are very rough. The Ninth Bureau is now like a savior."

The old butler didn't mention the gold star, even though everyone knew what he was talking about.

Big Bob is one of the masterminds behind the scenes. It is true that Minerva gave the list, but it is he who is behind the competition for talents.

There is no bottom line in the competition for talents, threats and temptations are used to the extreme, and the action of the door of truth has greatly stimulated the nerves of the Rosicrucian Society.

The more everyone robs, the tougher the means will be. Someone on the Alchemy Star will die for this, and even more innocent people will be involved.

But the more chaotic it is, the more it can reflect how rare the Republic's gentle attitude is, especially since the size of the Ninth Bureau is still one of the biggest predators.

What is Stockholm?Five hunks are fighting, four hit you, and the last one says you come behind me, I will protect you, don't be afraid.

The truth behind it is heartwarming...

Big Bob doesn't care how many Alchemist stars die. These geniuses are usually salty fish without pressure.

"If some people don't die, they don't know what peace is. People nowadays have been peaceful for too long, forgetting that there are many problems that can only be solved by means of iron and blood."

Stuffing a matcha-flavored cookie into his mouth, Big Bob frowned: "This thing is so weird? Obviously I added so many delicious ingredients."

The old butler didn't respond, and wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully: "It's delicious—from a beginner's point of view."

"Okay, I need a baking teacher, go to Japan to find a suitable one, have you bought another paradise?"

"Sir, please be sensible, your daughter has not yet been born."

"So I just buy a paradise now instead of customizing one after she has something she likes. Is there anything wrong?"

"No, it's reasonable."

"That's right--inform Assassin on the Lost Paradise, add more fire to Europa, kill or kidnap, whatever you want, let Bureau Nine be a qualified savior, remember to be real, I mean -"

Big Bob scratched his neck, and his tone was relaxed as if he was cutting a cake: "It doesn't matter, as long as you keep your brain, it's okay to lose some limbs, as long as you can think normally, their value is this."

"The Ninth Bureau will not agree with this kind of action strategy. We have to consider the weight of the influencing factors when we cooperate with them in the future."

"Do I need their approval?" Big Bob looked at the old housekeeper with strange eyes: "It is my niece who is cooperating with them, not me."

"But if we need to join, these are stains."

"Come on, who wants to join? I'm from America. Although I hate this rotten country, at least I swore an oath to the Stars and Stripes when I was young."

Big Bob laughed out loud, with a bit of arrogance, like a schizophrenic.

He helps the Republic, helps the Ninth Bureau, because his niece will join the Republic camp.

He stayed in Millikin, and he was indirectly helping the Gate of Truth to recruit talents, because he was born as a Millikin.

One size fits one size, the differences are clear but they don't hinder each other. For him, there has never been any need for compromise.

One should live like burning in this life. If there is still some concern in the softest part of his heart, then he is doing the thing of protecting that concern now.

"When my daughter is born, she needs to get the citizenship of the Republic after birth, but she can be with me until the age of 14... No, 16 years old-how about 18 years old? How old is the right age for marriage in the Republic?"

"For female citizens, twenty years old."

"Great, 20 years, after 20 years I should be too old to move, and then I can find a sea island for retirement, and then find some good-looking models, the ones with big breasts and long legs, I hope to At that time, I can tell my daughter that her father likes that figure!"

"According to the current speculation of our scientific researchers, there is a special expression in the wife's gene, which will cause the future lady to fall into growth stagnation."

"What do you mean?"

"She has a great probability that her figure will be fixed at the age of 12 or even younger."

"……dwarf?"

"No, it looks like a wife."

"Well, I can still accept it... No, it should be said that I have to accept it, I love loli! Remember to remind me that I like this."

"It's a crime, sir, and the FBI will come after you."

"Then sponsor them another sum of money... Do you think I should find a few supermodels to have a party while I can move freely now?"

"Pregnant women are emotionally sensitive and fragile. Please don't irritate your wife. She has already developed obvious pregnancy syndrome."

"Okay, to hell with supermodels - I need home baking tutors! NOW! NOW!"

"Yes, my sir, your wishes are above all else."

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"Create chaos and force them to join us!"

A voice sounded in the conference room, with a sonorous tone.

Elder Sister Shenxian looked at this ruthless man who was called a business tycoon, tilted her head slightly, with a little interest.

"Mr. Des Moines, we will report your proposal, but please do not disclose relevant information to the outside world."

A staff member of the Ninth Bureau said so with a serious expression.

This is the earth, the earth where Mego is still alive.

And the fairy sister here is not a domineering fairy sister, but a relatively soft and cute one.

Of course, the reason why I say relative is because the cuteness of the fairy sister is external, not the real code of conduct.

Among the heroes who fought in the era when Shenzhou was almost on the verge of sinking, how could there be anyone who was truly innocent and soft?

Sister Immortal's hands were probably more bloody than all the people present combined. She had done everything that stirred up disputes between the two countries.

My heroes and enemies are enemies, and only a country with a strong mentality like this book will kneel under the pomegranate skirt of the fairy sister.

If it were reversed and the Republic was harmed, it would be the revenge of ten generations, and at this moment, it is estimated that she will have to hunt her down all over the world.

The short meeting ended, and the staff members of the Ninth Bureau frowned a little as they watched Des Moines leave.