After Becoming a Little |

"Sickness is like this. In the early stage, I thought how long it would take, but in the later stage, the body collapsed, like a snowball, and everything was broken." The Da Ri Empress expressed her understanding: "If this is the case, you can accompany him In the end, the child can also be born slowly, there is no rush."

"...Your Highness, what exactly are you looking for?" Loli Erye said so, but couldn't hold back after all, and changed the subject again.

"Of course it's to satisfy my curiosity." The Empress Dowager raised her eyes, met the eyes of Loli Erye, and smiled: "Don't you think that there are too many things in this world that are hidden by them Yet?"

"But even the Gate of Truth and Area 51 failed to resolve useful information."

"That's enough." The Great Sun Empress nodded: "This is completely enough—do you know the urban legend?"

"know."

"All urban legends have prototypes, whether they are true or false, they all have the most basic information."

The Great Sun Empress picked up her mung bean porridge, and finally picked up a small steamed bun, and walked out while eating: "I won't bother you, just leave after eating, his plane is about to arrive."

Loli Erye looked at her back, chewing on the steamed bun of unknown taste, and finally just slumped her shoulders somewhat dejectedly.

Yaodao Ji still maintained that sluggish posture: "You—"

"You'll understand when you grow up." Loli Erye didn't look at her, and even her voice was cold, but there was a little tiredness in it: "We are all just pawns, but even if we are pawns, we still have something to look at." What kind of curiosity is there outside the chessboard..."

"No, I mean..." Yaodao Ji gestured with her chopsticks: "You found me a playboy as my stepfather?!"

Loli Erye looked back in astonishment.

"Well, since he is a playboy, isn't he rich?"

"..."

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Japan·Morning Light

A special runway has been cleared at Haneda International Airport, waiting for a special plane to land.

At the end of the runway, there are many vehicles waiting, including the welcome team of the American embassy.

And the car of the embassy of the republic...

General Hei Jiying yawned, and picked his nostrils in the car indecently: "Why can't these guys pick a suitable time to arrive?"

The civilian staff of the embassy sat next to him and looked at the materials, without raising their heads, they chuckled and said, "Because if it's normal time, no one is too busy to take care of them."

"If they hadn't said they were going to visit the Republic, the devil would have cared about them." General Hei Jiying curled his lips in disdain, then turned his head to look out the car window: "This is... here?"

The civilian staff looked at their watch: "It should be their plane, let's go."

The car door was pushed open, as sharp as a falcon, straightened his back, and the heroic General Hei Jiying put on his military cap with every step, evoking a friendly rather than subtle Smiling, looking at the commander-in-chief of the US military stationed in Japan in front of him.

"Your Excellency, Major General, I didn't expect to see you here." He said so, extending his hand in a friendly manner.

His Excellency the major general’s eyes twitched, soldiers faced soldiers and generals, and the opponent was the embassy military attache of the Republic, a major general rank could overwhelm the other officers of the entire Japan-Mimi Army to communicate with him normally.

How did such a bandit-like fellow be sent here?

With a headache, he raised his hand to salute each other, and held his hand with a smile on his face, "General Black, are you all right?"

This sentence was spoken in Mandarin, and General Hei Jiying was very pleasantly surprised to hear it.

As usual, he scratched the opponent's palm, and the black general even gave him a hug: "It's great, my friend, I've been here for so long, and I finally heard you say something human... Cough, I mean, Finally, I heard the familiar dialect."

"Let me go!" The major general gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear.

"No." General Hei Jiying patted him on the back heavily, which made him almost lose his breath, and then let him go, and kindly helped him straighten his collar, and said in a low voice with his teeth bared Words that don't match your kind expression: "Don't think that you are a big deal because you get people here."

He leaned close to each other's ear: "Let's know about the four majors?"

"..."

The major general snorted coldly, and walked directly to the other side with his elder sister, the liaison officer.

The eldest sister of the liaison officer glanced at him: "I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with him. In the words of the Republic, this should be called sympathy between opponents?"

"He's not my opponent, he's just a bandit! A villain! A scum among soldiers!"

As an academic elite from the West Point Military Academy, he didn't like the cunning guy of the oriental peasant at all. The opponent he wanted was the same as General Hammer Pershing, who was awe-inspiring, tough, and had the same old personality. A guy with the iron will of a Prussian soldier.

The eldest sister of the liaison officer stopped talking, she had no interest in studying the relationship between her general.

"Mr. Bob said that we should be careful about security issues. The remnants of the Empire of the Rising Sun are preparing to attack him."

She looked at her tablet, shrugged and repeated the message sent to her by Mr. Bob to her boss.

"What?" Your Excellency the major general was a little surprised: "Empire of the Rising Sun? They are not—"

"Shhhhhhhhh!"

A strange sound of tearing air came to his ears, and he almost subconsciously followed the movement of the sound, looking at the passenger plane that had just opened the hatch.

A person, just stepped out of the passenger plane, fell down like this...

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……

The hardworking airliner who has been here for a long time finally arrived at the destination.

Airliner-chan was sliding against the ground, and now inside her, in Mr. Bob's room.

Mr. Bob straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, looked at the bloodshot eyes, and looked at himself for a long time, but finally said nothing.

He just took out the small machine like a pager and pressed his finger on it.

After a while, a string of ugly numbers flashed on the small screen of the machine.

"94.44%"

After tearing off an alcohol wipe and wiping his fingers, Mr. Bob put the small machine into his pocket expressionlessly: "Where is the person?"

The woman in black appeared behind him like a shadow ghost: "It's ready."

"Then let's start." Mr. Bob sprayed some perfume on his body to cover up the unpleasant dead breath on his body: "Let's start with George first."

"His name is John, sir."

"it's the same."

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

Mr. Bob waited until the plane had come to a complete stop, then walked out of the room, came to the outer hall and looked at the elites, showing a villainous smile like a demon king: "Now, it's our hunting time!"

Everyone showed such smiles one after another, looking like a hungry demon in hell, holding a sharp fork to face the living beings, longing for the flesh and blood of the other party.

The plane door was opened, and Mr. Bob swept across the crowd and patted George on the shoulder: "George, my dear George, go, you should stand by my side, just like my friend!"

"It is my pleasure, sir, but my name is John."

"It's okay, it's all the same, it's all the same."

As he said this, he gently pushed George out of the cabin door, and looked back at his butler, saying something in his mouth: "We will—"

【boom----】

With a muffled sound, George, who walked out proudly with his head held high like a rooster, exploded his head.

Red and white, with the hotness visible to the naked eye in the cool weather in the morning, are just painted on the white paint of the aircraft, like an abstract oil painting.

The short silence stopped all the laughter and laughter. A moment later, there were screams piercing the sky and chaotic running sounds. The elites who were originally well-dressed were in a mess and began to push and run around. The plane inside looks like a mindless hamster.

Mr. Bob made a pompous roll: "Attack! It's an attack by terrorists! Empire of the Rising Sun!"

But no one cares how superb his performance is, because there are many people who are more flamboyant than him. These rich and desperate people never expected to encounter the special neurotic gunman in their hometown outside their homeland. Hiding embarrassingly behind various furniture in the cabin, shivering.

Mr. Bob squatted behind a sofa, looked at his watch leisurely, and said to the butler beside him what he had just said: "We'll eat that later...what's it called?"

"fried leek dumpling."

"Oh, yes, leek box." Mr. Bob remembered the strange pronunciation, and was a little curious: "Is this food delicious?"

"As far as I know, this is a regional delicacy of the republic. Even among republicans who eat everything, some people don't like its pungent smell."

"But Bernice likes it."

"Yes, Miss Bernice likes it, so it should be a rare delicacy."

"Great—is it a mess out there now?"

"It's messy, sir."

"Two more shots, I'm hungry."

"Yes, sir."

……

……

"Today is a terrible day. In a sense, on this special day today, the scariest thing is that it's sunny and warm here!"

Mr. Bob shouted excitedly to a group of reporters who had heard the news and gathered around like vultures seeing carrion: "This is really like a nightmare! Everything is turned upside down horribly, today , Just now, one of my best friends fell beside me like this, I understand, there shouldn’t be sunny yams, light, green grass and children’s laughter here!”

He stood by the car, waving his hands, like the high-pitched head of the German Third Reich: "During World War II, this place used to be a hell on earth! When I came here in the 80s, it was like a superficial Hell whitewashed with gold, I never imagined, even to this day! Today! Nothing has changed!"

A reporter pointed the microphone in front of his face, and despite being pushed and shoved by a bunch of security personnel, he still asked with difficulty: "Then Mr. Bob! What are you planning to do with the elite group of Wall Street here this time?" ?!"

"Look, that's all you care about."

Mr. Bob wiped his tears: "My poor friend George...the sun is shining here, the trees are green here, and there is nothing new to report here-in this hellish country, they are concerned about the news."

After speaking, he turned into the extended bulletproof Cadillac sedan, waved his hand expressionlessly, and signaled the driver to drive, leaving only chicken feathers on the ground.

The reporters were doing their reading comprehension one after another, leaving only the military personnel stationed in Japan and the United States not far away, their expressions stiff and full of anger.

"How to announce the result of the incident to the outside world?" The eldest sister of the liaison officer took out the mirror to touch up her makeup, then raised the tablet and asked her boss.

Your Excellency the major general opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out an answer from his throat: "The...remnants of the Empire of the Rising Sun, terrorist attacks!"

"In this case, we have no way to explain to the senior management of the book."

"Do we need to explain to them?!" Your Excellency the Major General turned back angrily: "Everyone knows that there are no terrorists! There is no Empire of the Rising Sun! But they know that there is--that's enough!"

"Okay, I'll do it now." The elder sister of the liaison officer shrugged and turned to leave.

But before leaving, the major general stopped her.

"You...find a time and contact Miss Bernice."