Wan Yuli's 2d Travels

"Maybe in the next few days, we need to have a good conversation."

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The chatter in the conference room did not spread outside the house due to various sound insulation measures.

At least the place where No. 2333 is located is quiet and silent, and you can still enjoy the beauty of the holy residence quietly.

If there is one word to describe the interior of the holy residence, it is resplendent.

Luxurious marble columns, vaulted ceilings, smooth floors, and mosaic patterns.

"Hmph... The decoration of the Purple Palace is only at this level."

Standing idly outside the conference room, clone 2333...or Wan Yuri, let out a low sneer.

Although she is only an avatar, she is not without her own thoughts - the uniqueness of the soul of Wanyuri's body is perfectly reflected in this aspect.

As Dong Tangyue said, this clone is a special type of "house girl".Its main meaning is the consciousness of the clone. It is a clone created by intercepting other useful abilities and "copying" a soul fragment with a special hobby of "house" among the [-] souls of the girl.

In addition to No. 2333, there are nearly a hundred avatars with the same appearance, and the same number of "cursed children" were sent to all parts of the world to implement a secret plan.

This number is not too much, and it is not too much--in order to reduce the risk of being recognized, each clone has undergone some small disguise...

If it is easy to say that another hairpin, wearing a color contact lens or changing a hairstyle is easy.

Therefore, the difference in character has become the key to distinguishing these clones from each other and deceiving the world.

After all, in this apocalypse, at least the Internet is still connected... If someone who is interested in it finds out that girl corps similar to clones are appearing all over the world, it will inevitably have some impact on the next plan.

On the other hand, in addition to carrying the consciousness of the clone, No. 2333 is also the "eye" of the girl's body. Although that girl has extremely terrifying magic power, it is still a bit too reluctant to suppress the entire continent by herself. .She is now hidden in a basement somewhere in the "Purple Palace", and even going out is a problem... And these clones scattered all over the world also act as the eyes and ears of the girl, at least to make her wheelchair life not too boring.

With this level of relationship, the girl who is now in the holy residence can also be called Wan Yuri herself.

"Although appropriate luxury can boost people's confidence in the government, but..."

Looking at the precious cultural relics on both sides of the corridor, the girl sneered and shook her head.

Of course, she can understand that the person who is currently negotiating with Hillary, the whole person "sparkling", the Son of Heaven is a wise man - that girl has a noble soul and will definitely not cover her eyes from the luxury in front of her.

But not everyone of her subordinates can be honest and honest.

After all, for ordinary people, as long as they walk here a few laps every day, I am afraid they will be aroused by some kind of desire.

Money and power - this is what the girl reads from this luxurious decoration.

At this time, the girl remembered the old man she saw at the airport who was always half a step behind the Son of Heaven.

Maybe the decoration here also has that person's suggestion in it?

Jinwu Tibetan Jiao?

No... at that age, it shouldn't be possible.

The girl shook her head, throwing some discordant thoughts out of her mind.

And at this moment-

"This lady, as a guard of the Roman Empire, please don't walk around casually."

Following the voice, Wan Yuli looked back.

It was to the right of the closed door of the conference room.

Six young officers dressed in white military and wearing military caps are standing at the door in a neat and uniform manner.

Remember these people seem to be the guardians of the Son of Heaven?

And the man who spoke, the one closest to the door, was showing a formulaic smile at the moment, and intentionally showing the epaulettes that symbolized military rank.

He was a tall and handsome man, judging by his age, he was only in his early 30s. At this age, he was the captain of the guard. He should be regarded as the leading young talent in the Tokyo area, right?

It doesn't look like it.

Just as Wan Yuli was trying to see something from the man, the man continued to speak in a businesslike manner:

"If you do this, you are also causing trouble for our escort team... Or, the police can only be on duty while wandering around?"

While saying this, the man glanced at Dongtangyue, who was beside him, with undisguised disgust in his eyes:

"Stand next to your initiator, miss. If that guy acts rashly, I will arrest you for intent to harm the head of state of our country!"

I have to say that the officer's words were so effective that Wan Yuli was stunned for three seconds.

His smug look made the girl wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.

Then--

"Mr. Officer, may I know your name?"

The girl asked with a smile.

The man in the military uniform looked very useful, and he straightened his chest:

"I am the third lieutenant of the Ground Self-Defense Force, Baowei Zhuoren."

"Is that so...it turns out to be the third lieutenant Baowaki,"

The girl's smile disappeared instantly, biting the word "third lieutenant" very hard:

"You may be mistaken about one thing. The civilian police of our Roman Empire are all selected from the military..."

As the girl spoke, she slowly walked towards Baowaki Takuto.

The invisible aura oppressed Baowei's senses, and the air seemed to thicken, suppressing his nostrils.

"You...you bastard!"

The man stepped back, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"You are the third lieutenant, and my rank in the Roman Empire army is a major!"

The girl took a step forward abruptly, and the sudden advance disrupted Baowei's backward steps, causing him to fall to the ground in a tragic state.

"Captain Baowei!"

Several other guards in white military uniforms also reacted, pulling out their pistols and pointing at the girl.

At the same time, on the left side of the door of the conference room, the guards of the Roman Empire, who were wearing black suits, also took out their firearms from their arms and confronted the white guards of the Son of Heaven.

"Have your men put down their guns, Third Lieutenant."

The girl turned a blind eye to more than a dozen gun muzzles, she slowly crouched down, stretched out her white-gloved hand, and patted Baowei's side face:

"They can't win... What's more, as a third lieutenant, what right do you have to make a fuss about a diplomat who has a military rank much higher than yours?"

Obviously this is just a little girl, how can there be such a sense of oppression?

Baowaki cursed in his heart, but as long as he met the girl's eyes, he felt chills.

He had the heart to admit it—after all, the reason for this was that he had nothing to do with himself; but the problem was that the current situation where the soldiers of the two sides drew guns and confronted them seemed to involve the issue of national face again.

"Let them put their guns down, Mr. Third Lieutenant."

He didn't struggle for too long, because the girl's voice exploded in his ear like a spring thunder:

"Put the gun down!"

"babble……"

Baowei shivered, took off the gun from his armed belt, and threw it on the ground.

With the leader's demonstration, the remaining guards threw their pistols on the ground like defeated roosters.

"Okay, pick up the gun. If you have something to do in the future, you will have nothing to do with BB."

Looking at Baowei's unbearable appearance, the girl frowned.

Can someone like this be the captain of the guard?

As if receiving an amnesty, Baowei rolled away from the girl, and the other members of the escort also picked up the gun.

The Roman armed men also wisely took their weapons back into their arms.

The two sides stood silently on both sides of the gate.

After maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10 minutes, the silence was broken.

A Tokyo ward official appeared in the corridor.

He hurriedly walked towards Baowei, and after whispering, pushed the door and walked in.

Although the guy's voice was very small, a few key words entered the girl's ears.

Gastrullus, Zone 24.

A good opportunity.

The girl stretched her waist and came to Dongtangyue, who had been serving as the background:

"Little Moon, are you interested in going out with me?"

"Are you going to kill the people?"

The silver-haired loli asked.

"Forget it... I have to send a courier halfway."

Section 115 111. Transactions

"How rubbish are the security guards in Tokyo..."

On the rooftop of a certain apartment building, Wan Yuli lowered her legs naturally, her legs wearing black stockings and delicate leather shoes dangling in mid-air, watching with interest the battle of life and death not far below.

"It's not so much trash... it's more suspicious."

Compared to the girl's ease, her facilitator Dongtangyue, who was assembling something at the moment, asked a question at the same time:

"How did the gastrula creatures in the first stage break through the interception of the giant stone tablet and enter this city?"

"Probably some unlucky bastard went to explore the outer area and got bitten."