After Becoming a Little Sister

"Someone launched a special biological virus to create a terrorist attack."

"Ah..." The long-legged woman was terrified, and then said puzzledly: "Then why did you go to the Busan Manor? Isn't it more important to find the source and then solve this problem!"

"..." The khaki-colored elder sister gave her a meaningful look, and then cast her gaze on the intercepted cold chain transport vehicle.

The long-legged woman followed her gaze subconsciously, and then saw the LOGO on it.

She was not active in the Busan area and quickly checked the company, and then looked at the company's affiliation, her eyes widened——

"... Sansang?!"

"Besides this, there are some people who can't have an accident at the Busan Manor."

The khaki-colored sister Yu sat in her car, took out a note and read according to the line stick on it: "For example, one of the very important girls, she is an ordinary sophomore on the surface, but In fact, it is the most special existence of the new generation of the Republic. Whether it is her beauty or her wisdom, she is one of the best in the current Blue Star, and the sky is not born... What kind of fucking information is this..."

Ruthlessly rubbed these rubbish lines into her mouth and ate them, the pica khaki-colored elder sister put her hands on the window of the car, and repeatedly urged: "Save yourself, call for reinforcements, your most important task is to save the current The situation tells the outside world that both the Gyeonggi Province General Administration and Gwanghwamun need to know the information before they can make a follow-up response, and leave the rest to me.”

"..." Looking at the other party's determined appearance, the long-legged woman who had just recovered from the explosive message had red eyes for no reason.

She sniffed, took a half step back, and saluted the khaki-colored sister, "Please! I swear, I will never disappoint your expectations. I will report everything that happens here—I will Let those people know that the sky of this peninsula cannot be completely covered by their shadows!"

It is sonorous and powerful, and it looks extraordinarily slender after putting the legs together, comparable to a certain Yujie of size 43.

"Don't act like I'm going to die. I'll treat you to a drink when I'm done working." The khaki-colored elder sister smiled: "Then I'll go first. Let's all move towards our goals. It's getting dark, but the dawn will always come."

The red car rushed out and galloped away into the distance in the night.

The long-legged woman seemed to remember something, and shouted at the taillights of the car: "Your name! What's your name!"

"I'm just—" A reply echoed along the wind: "A kind-hearted person passing by!"

Even the taillights seem to be brighter...

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Nanbang·Busan Manor

Li Jianxi didn't even bother to guess how many things these republicans had hidden, he only knew that after tonight he could only bow his head.

Bitter tricks, such a cruel trick, even consumed a lot of the backbone of their own faction by the way!

Looking at those who lost their lives outside the security circle, Li Jianxi raised his head, closed his eyes, and let out a painful sigh——

Money is not everything, and the people in charge of the chaebol are just ordinary people, especially now that the people in charge are no longer the strong ones who pioneered the family business at the beginning, they are just more than conservative.

Without these backbone forces who have worked for the chaebol for many years, when the sun rises tomorrow, the chaebol faction will have an unprecedentedly empty confrontational force.

When the management group is wiped out, who will contact those original and official networks?

Who will be the soft nail to resist the pressure from officials or competitors?

Could it be that even the management affairs of the subsidiaries have to be personally handled by the presidents of the major chaebols?

To put it bluntly, Li Jianxi doesn't think that the leaders of the four big chaebols have this ability at all.

When it comes to business management, they are not even as strong as any of their managers. They just rely on the foundation laid by their parents and the inertia of the country's operation.

Drain the bottom of the pot, use this most ruthless way to draw the bottom of the pot...

I even have to thank her!I would also like to thank the other party for saving their lives!

With such a scandal, such a faux pas, the entire chaebol faction of Nam Bang had to bleed out to appease the other side.

Otherwise how to explain?

A distinguished guest from the Republic, a distinguished guest from Europa America, came to your daughter's birthday party but encountered such an accident, and even nearly died. Is it just a matter of being sorry?

In business and business, it's like a genius doctor can use medical skills in exchange for favors, and a calligrapher can use works in return for favors.

The businessman repays the favor and the grace of saving his life, he can only cede some benefits and regress, and besides thanking them, he must obtain their understanding.

This is the rule of the game that they have to abide by after reaching their height, and it is also the so-called righteousness.

Li Jianxi was silent, watching the swarms of rats swarming from nowhere being wiped away by the republic's 'security teams' like pencil marks with an eraser. As if it would be exhausted, the Great Wall of Steel, after another round of hailstorms and intensive washing, looked at the messy and empty main hall, and actually cut directly to the flamethrower, burning a solid wall of fire head-on.

Originally, more than a hundred people remained in the entire main hall, but now only half of them are left. Those who were able to run over at the beginning were all accommodated in the middle of the city wall between the shield guards and the vehicle-mounted city wall. In just 5 minutes, they went from simple The defensive formation was transformed into an annihilation formation.

5 minutes is just enough time for the minute hand of the clock to move a standard grid.

There was a dense sound of propellers in the sky, and something fell heavily from the dome of the main hall.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The low knocking sound, with the falling stone dust, looks like the roof is being renovated.

A maid in the gold-rimmed maid group began to compare the indoor data, and finally put a tablet in front of Lianhua: "Miss Fu, is this okay?"

Lianhua took the tablet and looked at it, looked up again, picked up a pen and adjusted a few points on the tablet: "Move 20 centimeters laterally, this blasting point is not good, reduce the charge here by [-]%, and finally ..."

She raised her head again and looked at the dome painted with oil paintings. It seemed that countless numbers and illusory architectural structures flashed in her eyes, and she fixed her sight on a certain point.

"Finally add here, it should be no problem - let's blast!"

The synchronously transmitted information has been received. After adjusting the details of the blasting, the Song's heavy industry engineering team retreated a little on the dome, gesturing to the heavy carrier helicopter in the sky with the signal light stick in their hands.

"rise--"

"Tom—"

"Tom - tom - tom -"

The dull sound of bricks and stones cracking sounded from above everyone's heads, and the people in Nanbang were scared out of their wits and screamed again and again.

The officers of the Ninth Bureau were indifferent and showed little interest in raising their heads.

The gold-rimmed maids held up umbrellas to shield everyone from the falling dust. Li Guang's little white fox pulled the armrest of the seat, tiptoed to lift the umbrella over the head of his senior sister, and waited for the completion of the blasting.

The not-so-heavy dome is like a pointed egg that has been chiseled, and a whole piece of the dome has been screwed with fixing bolts. After being pulled up a little bit, a heavy-duty carrier helicopter with metal claws fixed it. Lifted up like grabbing a claw machine.

Your skull has been ripped off—

After the cutting-edge engineering team of Song's Heavy Industry finished their work, they looked down at the scene inside. The entire main hall was full of flesh and blood, and only the area of ​​about 70 square meters directly below was still clean and tidy.

The captain of the engineering team took off his helmet, shook his long hair, and revealed Butler Yuko's expressionless face.

Glancing at the head maid with gold trim, she made two tactical gestures, and then she was hoisted up by the ladder of the helicopter, giving way to the rescue helicopter.

From the beginning to the end, whether it is the Ninth Bureau or the Song family, they all aim at absolute safety and absolute life protection, and they are not willing to let the protagonist group take risks. All the preparations were originally deduced and simulated countless times It's just one of the plans.

Nuwa even simulated how to ensure the safety of the protagonist group if Nanbang is suddenly washed away by a nuclear bomb. For this purpose, a doomsday survival pod that can be hoisted by a heavy transport plane is prepared. You only need to hide in it before the explosion. Within three to 10 minutes, even with the radiation residue, someone will come to take the rescue capsule back.

No one can touch them - don't even think about it!

But just after the rescue helicopter entered the field, it was overwhelmed by a gust of black wind from the side, and a piercing alarm was issued, and the exclamation of the pilot resounded throughout the public frequency band——

"Maydy! maydy! Hit! Birds! Repeat! Birds!"

It was not a black wind, but a group of black blood crows, fluttering their wings and making hoarse calls, they were drawn into the helicopter flying in the sky like floating clouds, the flesh and blood were smashed into the propeller, and the metalized bones were stuck to death In any mechanical structure that can be drilled into, the thumping impact makes the crisp sound of gold and iron colliding.

The rotor shaft of the rescue helicopter was completely stuck, the blades twisted and broke in the air, and fell towards a dense forest with thick black smoke, even the communication was completely cut off.

Bai Li frowned, and found that things were not simple - with the arrival of these metal blood crows, strong electromagnetic interference covered all communication frequency bands.

Broken Cross? !

No...it's not like...if you send high-power signals, the military emergency frequency band can still be used...

At this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly sounded.

"call out----"

Something swooped down, casting a shadow from the cloudy sky.

Metal spurs!Incomparably sharp metal spurs!

The metal bone spurs slanted and left scars between the light and shadow, rushed into the brightly lit main hall, and went straight to the door of the sleeping girl who sat on a high seat. roar!

The girl finally opened her eyes——

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 920 Ordinary people can organize most ordinary people to defeat magic and grudge

Topic: In the world of fantasy and fantasy novels, can mortals organize most ordinary people to defeat magic and fighting spirit?

Opinion: Of course.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War: Mou Gong": "Soldiers who subdue others without fighting are those who are good at what they do; therefore, go up to fight against strategy, secondly to fight against enemies, secondly to fight against soldiers, and then down to attack the city."

There are many ways to win, we can simply summarize it as [Spiritual Victory] and [Physical Victory].

The first is the victory of spiritual confrontation: as long as there is a social group, it is impossible for any individual to evolve completely away from the group.

Extraordinary power also requires systematic learning and inheritance, and requires special resources to support them. They cannot all be lonely, and they have the ties of many ordinary people.

Therefore, special individuals also originate from groups of ordinary people.

And it needs a society supported by ordinary people to provide productivity support.

We can organize most ordinary people, so we can naturally spread the cultural concepts we need into existences similar to universal values, allowing the owners of magic and grudges to restrain themselves.

Or use the part that is biased towards ordinary people to build an organized and large-scale restraint force to check each other.

This is a cultural victory - possessing extraordinary power, but not being able to cut itself off from the people.

Unless you want to be a loner and become a public enemy.

Physical confrontation can be said to be a military victory.

Under the fantasy world setting, it should also have the feasibility of 'technological progress'.

We have most of the ordinary people. In other words, we have absolutely sufficient productivity. Although these people cannot practice magic or fighting spirit, they can engage in the research of "similar technology and mechanical civilization" and achieve results.

This is also the confidence of the farming style to crush special individuals in the vast majority of novels in the late stage.

The production base determines the superstructure, and magic and fighting spirit are not invincible.

Make weapons that ordinary people can use, and use sufficient productivity to carry out large-scale installations. Quantitative changes can completely overcome qualitative changes. Owners of magic or grudges cannot be like machines that have energy and will never be weak.

What if magic or vindictiveness had strategic destructive power, comparable to an atomic bomb?