After Becoming a Little Sister

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At noon in Nanbang, the weather was drowsy.

The warm sun was obscured by lead clouds, the weather that was supposed to be snow was suffocated, and only the cold wind from Siberia was blowing the piercing wind.

A thinly dressed woman came out of a special heavily guarded building carrying her bag, looking at all this outside with a little daze.

Her appearance is not particularly beautiful, but she is better than eye-catching Zhou Zheng. In Nanbang, a country where tracing notices can be used to play Lianliankan, such a second-eyed beauty is already an existence above the excellent line.

On a street corner not far away, there was a little girl holding her backpack anxiously waiting for something, stomping her feet occasionally, looking left and right from the corner sheltering from the cold wind, trying to find the person she wanted to find. .

Then she found the thinly dressed woman, with a surprised expression on her face, and trotted out from the corner.

The thinly dressed woman was dazed for a moment, and then she regained her senses. She hugged the little girl who rushed into her arms a little stiffly: "It's so cold, why are you here..."

The little girl raised her head, made a few gestures at her, explained in sign language that she was not cold, and brought her clothes.

"The newly bought down jacket is very warm. My sister must look good in it."

The little girl stuffed the bag she was holding into the thinly-clad woman's arms, gestured happily, and motioned her to put it on quickly.

The thinly dressed woman pursed her lips and looked at her half-sister. The lines on her cold and hard face softened a little. She took out the down jacket and put it on her body—perhaps because the little girl didn’t remember it when she chose it. A good size, or for other reasons, the red down jacket doesn't fit very well for a thinly-dressed woman. It's a size smaller, and it makes her movements seem a bit restricted after wearing it.

The little girl's hopeful eyes suddenly dimmed, and she lowered her head a little, and stopped talking.

But the woman who put on the down jacket didn't say much, just touched her head and said softly, "It's very warm, thank you."

"Um……"

The little girl who could only make a simple guttural sound murmured in response, then cheered up, took out the still warm pancakes from her bag, and stuffed them into her sister.

The woman in the down jacket looked left and right: "You're the only one here? What about him?"

Hearing her sister mentioned him, the little girl hurriedly gestured, "Dad has gone to work, he asked me to pick you up."

"Work?" The down jacket woman's eyes narrowed slightly, becoming serious and sharp: "Is it right to go gambling again?"

Facing her sister's eyes, the little girl staggered her gaze in a panic, twisting the corners of her clothes and not daring to speak.

"Didn't you go to class today? You ran out by yourself?" The girl in the down jacket softened when she saw her expression, and changed the subject: "You have to study hard so that you can live a good life in the future, you know?"

"..." The little girl didn't look up, but nodded her head silently, indicating that she heard it.

"Let's go, go home." The woman in the down jacket held her waist and abdomen, took a slow breath, and her expression turned pale: "Go back to rest first, I'll go out to find work tomorrow, you don't have to worry, I'll wait for your exam. When we go to middle school, we move out, and I will tell him about that man."

As she said that, she looked back at the prison behind her, an unforgettable hatred flashed in her eyes, but when she turned her eyes back to her sister, she suppressed that hatred again, gritted her teeth and stopped thinking about those dark memories.

The little girl's clothes are no longer new. The neckline and cuffs are a little white after starch washing, and the part of the sleeves that often rubs against the table is velvety, but the whole child takes care of herself very clean, simple but neat.

The new down jacket I wear is not a particularly good material. I can feel that the down filled inside is a cheap chemical fiber product, but even this kind of clothes needs to be accumulated for the little girl. I don’t know how long it will take. purchased luxury.

Two years, she served a full two years in prison after being tried by a military court. To say that she has no hatred is absolutely false, not to mention that there are more unknown humiliation and pain inside, the rough stitched scar on her abdomen is still up to now. Still aching, reminding her what kind of pain these two years have been.

But in comparison, she has more important things to do, and the little girl can't live without her sister.

Without her, this child would be completely destroyed by her gambler father...

With a twinkle in her eyes, the girl in the down jacket walked slowly away from this long and narrow street that no one cared about, and the figure disappeared at the corner of the street.

After a while, an inconspicuous car drove out of the heavily guarded prison, slowly following the shallow footprints left on the long street, and drove all the way forward. The person in the co-pilot was stiff and didn't dare to turn his head to look sideways.

The two people sitting in the back row had different expressions. A woman in a white coat looked at the documents without looking up: "The experimental subject who escaped before, I heard that he ran all the way to the Republic?"

A fat-headed man in a suit next to him wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a trembling smile: "It was an accident, it was an accident... And don't worry, the Republic didn't find anything, they just beat the woman to death. , I didn't know she was an experimental subject!"

"Are you overestimating your own strategy, or are you underestimating the scientific research strength of the Republic?" The woman in the white coat was expressionless, and even her skin color showed signs of slight cyanosis, she didn't look like a living person. I don't want to ask, but if the cooperation with us can't go according to the original plan, then I don't mind changing the partner... But before that, the original partner has to pay a price - if you want to continue to maintain the current life , or a better life, it's better to do as I say."

The fat-headed and big-eared man wiped the sweat from his forehead, twisted his body and bowed hard in the car, and replied respectfully, "Yes! I-I will do as you say!"

"Stop the car." The woman in the white coat handed the file to the fat-headed man: "She's already dead. She died of an accident that contained poison in her body, do you understand?"

Even though the woman had passed by the road beside them just a few minutes ago, the fat-headed man with big ears nodded in agreement, "Yes! That's right, she's dead!"

The woman in the white coat didn't say anything. She pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and even the scarred-faced driver who was driving with a wooden face followed.

After a while, the girl in the down jacket who turned another street corner seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked up at the roadside not far away, but found nothing, only a white hem just turned into the gap of the building and disappeared. not see.

The little girl swallowed her saliva while looking at the food stall by the side of the road, and her stomach made a slight 'goo--' sound.

The girl in the down jacket moved her ears, looked down at her sister's envious expression, and then looked at the students who were shopping around the food stall, her indifferent eyes rippled a bit: "Want to eat?"

The little girl hurriedly turned around and waved at her sister again and again: "No, let's go home, there's leftovers from last night's meal, enough for us."

"If you want to eat, go buy it." The woman in the down jacket reached into her arms and groped for a while, and took out a roll of crumpled banknotes folded together: "I have the money for food, and if I find a job in a few days, I will pay for it. no problem."

As a former elite of the special forces, although she can't find a good job, if she does some dirty work by virtue of her strength, it is not a big problem to support herself and her sister - especially her captain's revenge action. Frightened those cysticworms who were used to playing black hands behind their backs, and barely had more room to breathe.

If this is not the case, I am afraid that I will die in prison...

She thought so, but didn't notice that on the third floor of the building next to her, a woman in a white coat looked at her coldly, as if looking at a white mouse, thinking about how to cut a knife from her.

The man with the scarred face walked in from outside the room, bowed his head slightly and said: "It has been confirmed that the so-called vampires wandering in the slum area are the infected people who were created after the previous No. [-] sample escaped."

"there's a few?"

"There were originally six, but basically all died due to genetic collapse. Now only the last one is left. As for those who became ill after being attacked, there has not been any successful transformation."

"Sure enough..."

The woman in the white coat retracted her gaze, and when she turned around, the hem of the white coat swung open, revealing her slightly bulging abdomen.

Leader of the Broken Cross, Dr. Ji of Punishment

The CEO of Broken Cross, Scarman, stood silently in the doorway, holding hands, waiting for her order.

"What did the people at Gyeongbokgung Palace say?" She turned her head slightly, her cheeks even darker because of the dim light outside the window.

"...They are still fighting in-fighting. The faction that originally cooperated with us is now in a weak position, and it seems that they have no intention of continuing this experiment." The scarred man grinned, showing a look of contempt: "This is a scam , we were tricked by them."

The suspected blood-borne virus incident circulating here in Nanbang is actually fake—or at least not to that extent.

The woman who escaped at the beginning caused a lot of casualties, among which there were a few people who were similar to the secondary infection, but later found out that they collapsed before they were completely transformed, which means that even if they were left alone, in fact The other party does not pose any threat, let alone the raging virus and biochemical crisis.

If Resident Evil was as simple as that, and the monster girl spanned more than half of the republic at the beginning, I am afraid that the deterrent power is no less than that of a black-robed tyrant, especially for a country with a large population density and a vast territory like the republic, there are too many in the Nine Bureaus. Local surveillance is not available.

But obviously not - human beings want to get into God's forbidden zone. At present, even if they play in a bad direction, it is not so easy to kill themselves. After all, death also requires technology.

The actual situation is that the political struggle within Nambang has reached a fever pitch. Official power and chaebol power are reflected at the level of Gyeongbokgung Palace, which is a dog-eat-dog infighting between the two factions.

Moreover, the power controlled by the Sansang chaebol has been retreating—the woman who escaped caused a big mess, including the pressure from the ninth bureau of the Republic, which caused the confrontation between the two sides to suddenly become unbalanced, and the Sansang chaebol was simply being tricked. The first sap was so uncomfortable.

After all, their executive directors were forced to go to jail to give an 'account' to the [-]th Bureau. Naturally, they lost a bit of confidence. How to fight?

They brought the Broken Cross, a force that was originally in charge of Des Moines, more to borrow troops, or to rely on robbers to fight against the hostile factions. , also has the taste of Yuan Chonghuan's self-respect.

The only difference is that Broken Cross is not very interested in Nanbang. After all, after the iron horse outside the customs entered the customs, he could win the Central Plains without leaving, and he had the opportunity to sit in the world.

Broken Cross occupying Nanbang, what can we achieve here?Is it good to be a neighbor of the Republic?

The Ninth Bureau expressed emotional stability and enthusiastically asked if they needed to help each other. After all, distant relatives are worse than close neighbors.

Gao Tianyuan is still hanging on the old crooked neck tree to eat melons to watch the fun, and the melons were given by the ninth innings. They are cheap, big, and sweet.

Fortunately, the woman in the white coat does not seem to be interested in the struggle for power and territory. She cares more about pure technology——

"Then help them win, and use this excuse to deceive us, doesn't it seem like you want to borrow our strength?" She didn't show dissatisfaction with what she was deceived. Neither the threat nor the current words had anything worthy of being called an 'emotion' in it, and it was as cold as a computer.

No, or it's colder than the computer - Nuwa will laugh at the silver-haired girl anyway, but the corners of Ji's mouth have not changed from beginning to end, just pursed indifferently, becoming more and more thin.

"Okay, I'll go to negotiate with them now." The scarred man nodded when he heard the words, took two steps and seemed to remember something, then turned around and said, "Before there, there seemed to be an internal order at Gyeongbokgung Palace, which was related to that tyrant. I heard that she is going to travel here, and the Ninth Bureau issued a notice for this."

Xingbu Ji finally had a slight emotional fluctuation, and she raised her eyebrows slightly: "In what capacity?"

"In her original capacity, Arya."

"Well, I see, you go."

"Yes..." The scarred man was silent for half a second, then said softly, "Doctor, it's cold, you might as well add an extra piece of clothes, it's better for the child."

Xingbu Ji, who had already turned her eyes out of the window, didn't look back: "Go do your thing."

"……Yes."

The door was closed, and the room without the lights looked dark and cold, like a cave that devoured people.

The street outside the window is not noisy. The figure holding the little girl has walked to the other side of the street. Even if you look at the back, you can see the excited mood of the little girl. It seems that a simple fried hot dog sausage Make the little girl feel happy.

Watching her little guinea pig disappear, the woman in the white coat silently raised her hand and pressed her slightly bulging belly, with unspeakable emotions in her eyes, fear, nostalgia, fatigue, and hope.

Only now did she realize how difficult it was for Des Moines. The Broken Cross relied on the North American branch of the Holy Cross and was completely preserved by Des Moines before the demise of the Holy Cross. The Dark World Organization is still stretched thin.

The nine games in the Asia-Pacific region are like an impenetrable mountain here.

At the beginning, Des Moines actually wanted to use the chaos of the book as a springboard to re-expand the Japanese branch and even challenge the hegemony of the nine innings in order to compete for the right to survive in the Asia-Pacific region. unimaginable.

Nine innings, Arya, Gate of Truth, Europa...

The movements of stroking his lower abdomen became slower and slower, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more complicated.

But no matter how many emotions, they were reburied after closing their eyes. Pu Ji took a deep breath, and there was only emotionless ruthlessness in the eyes that were opened again—whether it was towards others or towards himself.

Des Moines has his perseverance and ambition, as does Xingbu Ji, at least on the surface - revenge.

She will use the Broken Cross to destroy Gao Tianyuan, the Gate of Truth, and even the Nine Game of the Republic.

If successful, go back to Europa to kill those jumping clowns and fulfill Des Moines' last wish to restore the Holy Cross.

Maybe so?

Xingbu Ji, who turned her head to go out, paused for a while, and remained silent for a few seconds. She took off her white coat, changed into a slightly thicker long windbreaker, and buttoned her lower abdomen.

Maybe so...

At least now that she has a target, the one who killed Des Moines is about to come to Nanbang.

"Alia...Lu Yanqing—"

PS: The college entrance examination on July 7, when the old rules are filled with blessings, I hope people will pass the test

PS2: continue tomorrow

Section 876 0859-Distant Places and NPCs (add 4/4 for the blade of "Ominous No Black Meow"