After Becoming a Little |

The golden char siu is here, and Mrs. Jin will want to go to the mine for a while, but she can't go - you can't leave this guy on the ground, can you?

Based on Mrs. Jin's understanding of her daughter, at most 10 minutes, she would be able to scurry down behind her.

As for saying that going down the well needs to be reported for approval, do you really think this girl is not good at making connections?The four wives under him, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, all protect her. They have been screaming as aunts and sisters since childhood, and their mouths are the sweetest when they are deceiving.

Reluctantly calling Aunt Zhuzao, Mrs. Jin asked her to come over angrily: "Hurry up and get someone to bring the big girl back to me! Don't make trouble!"

"What's wrong with the big girl? Aunt Zhuzao was quite surprised, and she was quite busy, and she could hear the sound of smashing something over there: "The signal is not good, madam, wait a moment—you're a bastard, you want to kill me, right?"who do you think You Are!Who do you think, think, think you are! 』

After a few seconds, Aunt Zhuzao panted and threw something away, and made a trembling sound of something heavy hitting the ground: "I'm done...cough, there's a signal. Ma'am, what did you say just now?"Where is the big girl going? 』

"It's not where to go, it's to take me back—where are you now?"

"I'm on Nanbang's side now, I'll go back right away, and I'll be there within three hours!" 』

"... Forget it, you should be busy with your work." Mrs. Jin gave a few instructions and hung up the phone, looking up and down at the guilty Jin Chashu: "Let's go, get in the car!"

"Ah?" Jin Chashu turned his gaze back: "I drove here!"

"Then you follow me and drive back!" Raising his hand, he touched the forehead of the golden char siew: "You just leave the two sisters in Fengjing like this, and come here by yourself to make trouble? Is there anyone like you who is an older sister?"

"How can it be called adding trouble... I even brought you an amulet." Jin Chashuo took out a small amulet and handed it over: "I got it from Xiao Liguang, here—how about we Huanxi Guan also has a consecration or something like that?"

"It's still consecrated, when did we play these gimmicks at Huanxiguan?" Mrs. Jin took the amulet and glanced at it: "Ziwei taboo? This is written by Xiao Liguang himself, it doesn't look like the handwriting of my junior sister."

"Probably so. I haven't slept very well recently, so I'm going to ask Xiao Liguang if he has any suitable talismans for peace of mind."

"Did you sleep well?" Mrs. Jin touched the forehead of Jin's char siu, reached out and took a not very ripe greenhouse apple from the fruit plate next to her, and handed it to her: "Take this, put it on the bedside, and take a deep breath every night for twelve weeks , This is the Taoist secret method that is not taught."

"...Huh?" Jin Chashu touched the apple: "That's it? What secret method? Isn't it for eating?"

"It will release a small amount of ethylene gas to make itself more mature, and ethylene is hypnotic."

"..." For a moment, the Jinchashu fan who was frightened by his own mother's hard-core Taoism stared for a while, and then whispered: "But isn't ethylene poisonous?"

"You're talking about toxicity with me regardless of the dose?" Mrs. Jin shook her head and walked out, looking at the clock on the wall.

I don't know why, but the time in the afternoon always passes quickly, as if it will speed up after twelve o'clock. It was only one o'clock before, but now it is two o'clock and three o'clock.

Have you been in a daze for so long?

Mrs. Jin looked at her watch suspiciously. It was clear and sunny at the moment, but it gets dark early in the winter in the Northland. Generally speaking, it starts to get dark after five o'clock. An hour and a half, by then I'm afraid my husband will be done.

Smacking her mouth, she glared at Jin Char Siu angrily, Madam Jin raised her hand and pushed open the door: "I'll take care of you when I go back at night!"

But before he finished speaking, a slight tremor came from under his feet, and even the metal file cabinet in the meeting room next to him was shaking "crash--" and the door he was holding on was even slightly trembling.

Jin Chashu raised his head in surprise, as if he felt something, but he was not sure, subconsciously turned his gaze to the disposable paper teacup on the table - the already cold tea in the teacup had ripples visible to the naked eye.

But before she could speak, Mrs. Jin had already grabbed her and pushed her out the door: "Earthquake! Go downstairs!"

The weak tremors began to become intense. The office building was very close to the mining area. At this moment, it felt like an earth dragon turning over. Something was rolling in the ground. The violent vibration caused the door of the filing cabinet to swing open, and then It crackled again, and the glass of the windows shook.

Mrs. Jin followed behind Jin Char Siu, her gaze swept across the other rooms of the office building, some of the people inside were still in a daze, some of them reacted but didn’t intend to run out, and some walked out with a little hesitation, Speak a few words with the people around you from time to time.

Mrs. Jin raised her brows and yelled at them to leave the office building quickly, and they all went to stay in the open space.

The so-called big earthquake can't escape, small earthquake doesn't need to run, it doesn't mean that people will die in an earthquake, it's just a sad objective fact. You shouldn't add drama to yourself, and a high-level person will jump out to survive at every turn, but you will suffer severely.

The correct way to deal with an earthquake is still to be cautious, try to escape, escape quickly, and don’t find excuses to excuse yourself-maybe the house is strong or the ancestors have a few minutes of escape time, but it’s useless because you’re stupid ?

Many miners also ran out of the room because of the sudden violent earthquake, but after a while, someone jumped and pointed in the direction of the mine, shouting at the top of their lungs——

"Mine! Mine! Look over there—"

Looking at the transport roadway where a burst of smoke and dust gushed out, and the sound of falling gravel sounded like a belch, Mrs. Jin's pupils shrank like needles, and she stood there with cold hands and feet.

Chaotic thoughts surged up in an instant, but the brain seemed to be short of oxygen, unable to turn thoughts. Mrs. Jin felt her heart was suddenly grabbed by something, and she squeezed it fiercely. Immediately, her eyes turned black, and her whole body was lost. Strength, just staggered and fell backwards.

In a trance, she felt that someone seemed to support her, and the smell of her daughter's usual shampoo lingered in her nose——

"Mom? Mom, are you okay?!"

The voice seemed to be gradually pulling away, far away, and then there were other people's panicked voices and footsteps intertwined.

Countless chaotic voices intertwined into one sentence: "Mine! The mine has collapsed——"

The sword edge on Gao Xuan's head fell, completely cutting off the last extravagant hope.

Afterwards, the dim eyesight went completely dark...

PS: I touched it today, I am ashamed of everyone...

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 805 0788-Passing

Republic · Fengjing · Airport

A cargo plane that rushed over from Japan barely stopped and was surrounded by a group of dark-faced tough men.

The field buddies of the Fengjing branch of the Ninth Bureau really wanted to blow up this broken plane directly in the sky, at least it saved a security check——

Spicy Chicken Silk and Weeping Mao Maotou stood not far away, while Poseidon Boji stood beside her with a book helplessly, her expression was a bit subtle, and she couldn't read the book for a while—mainly around her. There are too many people staring.

Little nun Liguang climbed up the ladder of the cargo truck with her short legs upside down. She took a strange instrument and connected it to her gossip mirror. The operator nodded, indicating that at least this thing is not an explosive.

Spicy Chicken Silk took a deep breath, and turned to look sideways at the contact person of the Ninth Bureau's intelligence department: "Why can she run around and check my things when I'm with her?"

Could it be that I came here with the little Taoist nun Liguang, am I not an allied army?

The lady from the intelligence department smiled politely: "If you have relevant contribution points, then we will also recognize you as a friendly unit by default and allow your goods to enter freely-but unfortunately, you are not yet."

"Where does she get her contribution? I can do it too!" Spicy Chicken Shredded dissatisfied.

"She is currently acting in place of [Xuanpao Tyrant Lu Yanqing] Senior Lu, and is the agent of the other party. Senior Lu's contribution comes from two top fighter jets currently in service in Miriam. Is Miss Bernice also interested? If so, I can help you contact the diplomatic staff of the General Staff."

"..."

Blinking, Spicy Chicken Shredded a more polite and gentle smile than her, and nodded with a smile: "pedicabo."

The lady from the information department didn't realize it for a while, and after thinking about it, she didn't have any impression of this strangely pronounced word, so she could only hold it in her heart and remember it temporarily.

Poseidon Poseidon looked sideways, a little worried that if the other party had learned Latin, he would be able to tell someone to beat him into a sieve on the spot-this word is a curse word in Latin, and it is roughly equivalent to a certain word in Republic language. plant.

Spicy Chicken Silk felt that he really couldn't stand it. The hanger of Alia used his own plane to increase the favorability of the ninth game.

Although due to the Mutiny of the Rising Sun Empire, the book and the rice army stationed in Japan added a lot of military industry orders later, so she was just right...

But that doesn't matter, money or not, she doesn't care.

What she cares about is face - the dignified head of the Mellon family, with such no face, wouldn't it be degrading to speak out?

Just when she was about to go crazy and test the bottom line of the ninth inning, a cold voice came from behind——

"There's no need to check, just take the things down, something went wrong."

Spicy Chicken was terrified, subconsciously turned to look over.

A figure in a black robe stood quietly on the open space of the airport not far away, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

No one present knew when she came, but she had already come after all, as if she had been here all along.

Spicy Chicken Shreds was taken aback: "You, why are you..."

Then she subconsciously looked at Seagod Boji next to her, but the latter also had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

Poseidon Boji is fully aware of the strength of the black-robed tyrant. After all, it is difficult to justify being beaten once without counting Hercules. It is just a military base of the Japanese and Mi Army.

In comparison, this kind of hearsay record is more like bragging, without real feeling.

But now it is obvious that even the people in the ninth round have not noticed when the opponent appeared, so it is a bit too scary...

The Xuanpao Tyrant's expression was serious, but it could be seen that he was not very happy, and he even showed a bit of awe: "Get everything ready within 10 minutes—where is the field manager of the Ninth Bureau?"

She just stood where she was, and continued to give orders casually. It didn't make people feel arrogant and arrogant, but it seemed to be taken for granted, as if she was supposed to command everything. thick.

The Ninth Bureau Field Service Operators who were still at a loss and didn't know how to face this senior reacted one after another, and turned their attention to their commander.

The commander is a tall man who is unexpectedly neatly dressed and very tactical. The other party looks more like a special police officer at the airport than a commander of the Ninth Bureau's field service. After all, the Ninth Bureau's field service operators allow personalization. Strong personal style.

"Senior Lu, I am the captain of the first brigade of the field service department of the Fengjing Branch. The current combat number is 075. Please give instructions!"

Commander 075 put his legs together and saluted. With a strong military style, he could tell the opponent's origin at a glance.

"I'm Lu Yanqing, and now I need the support of Bureau Nine. All the places, people, and events you come into contact with will be classified as top secret. Please ensure that the communication is pure, and apply to the superior for permission to use heavy firepower .”

As the Xuanpao girl said so, she turned her eyes covered with a piece of black satin and turned towards the other end of the airport—Fengjing’s airport was originally a military airport, and now it is also dividing an area here, where it is parked because of this A military gunship rushed over by a Japanese cargo plane.

"In addition, load the ground attack weapons on the two helicopters, which will be used later."

She didn't give a detailed reason, but just gave the order firmly, and then waved her hand: "Call all the field operators in this area and prepare to go to the target combat location. I will give you 5 minutes to contact Bureau Nine—go."

Commander 075 had the illusion that he was still facing the highest officer in the army, saluted again without hesitation, and shouted: "Understood!"

On the other side, Brother Qiang came trotting over dragging a safety box, and next to him was a sister Yu who was striding forward. Her slender black silk legs matched with her long khaki windbreaker, which was elegant but not warm, was very eye-catching.

"Medical supplies are here, just in time to get them." Brother Qiang patted the safety box, full of pride: "As long as they haven't been brain-dead for a while, I'm sure to bring back even those who have been taken away by hell!"

These words sound a bit like the old Aunt Chang An's—it's a pity that he doesn't rely on medical skills, but biotechnology.

The enhanced version of Holy Cross Biotechnology aims to cultivate superhuman beings, while the weakened version can be used for temporary first aid—although there are many sequelae of short-term enhancement, this is still a good way to give it a go.

Just like cardiopulmonary resuscitation for a broken rib, as long as the person can survive, nothing else can be said.

Poseidon Boji opened the cargo box transported from Japan. It was the size of a container with several encrypted security electronic locks. In my heart, it is indeed too heavy a science fiction style.

Accompanied by a sound of mechanical pressure release, the sealed box opened to both sides, revealing the contents inside——

Inside the huge cargo box are several sets of rather weird equipment. The one on the far left is a vehicle that looks like the underground Pippa tank in Ultraman Tiga. It is only half the height of a person, and the huge drill bit occupies Half the length of the entire vehicle.

On the other side, there is a light white cube stacked by fist-sized 'ropes'. The long rope like a greedy snake seems to be inflated. At first glance, it looks like a small plastic airbag for express delivery. Each section is stacked neatly, and the core wire is less than one finger wide in the middle.

In addition, there is a special firearm connected to the backpack. At first glance, it looks like a flamethrower, but the rippling inside the backpack is a light blue liquid that glows with fluorescence.

Poseidon Boji looked past the two items in front and looked directly at the third item, wanting to take it with her hand.

Seeing this, the officers of Bureau Nine were startled, subconsciously raised the guns in their hands, and aimed at her in unison—but after a few seconds, they realized that there was an Ezra squatting beside her. , looking at each other with a little hesitation at the figure in the black robe, the muzzle of the gun hangs down slightly.

Poseidon Poseidon didn't care about the reactions of these Ninth Bureau operatives. After taking the flamethrower-like firearm, she turned on several switches on the backpack to confirm that all the lights were green, and then put it on her back. He gestured towards the empty airport runway with the gun and pulled the trigger.

The fluorescent blue liquid connected to the injector in her hand along the pipeline behind her, and almost in the blink of an eye, a cold air visible to the naked eye burst out, sweeping up the flat ground from bottom to top like 3D printing. An icicle.