After Becoming a Little |

The unremarkable uncle of the driver looked at him eagerly, and thought that something major had happened, and immediately reached into the underwear pocket of the black suit: "Do you need me to do anything?"

"You—" Mr. Jin paused, looked at the familiar movement, pointed at him in surprise, and lowered his voice: "You carry this kind of thing with you? This is the hinterland of the country! Does your Mr. Ai know? "

The uncle driver blinked and took out his mobile phone: "I mean if something happens, do you need me to call 120 for you?"

Mr. Jin exhaled in one breath, glared at him angrily, patted his arm, turned his head and left.

But when he reached the end of the corridor, he seemed to have thought of something, and he turned back and asked, "Why do you need to call the ambulance instead of calling the police?"

"..."

The driver's uncle looked innocent, pretending that he was just talking casually.

With no response, Mr. Jin shook his head and turned the corner.

The driver uncle yawned, looking at his nose and heart, thinking in his heart that your wife's body shape and pace, if you really want domestic violence, don't call an ambulance for fear that you won't be able to withstand it...

He turned his head to look at the closed door of the suite, and shook his head.

It's okay here, at least it's a reprieve. After all, it takes time for Madam to come back.

However, you can make an appointment with the hospital in advance, and by the way, you should have a medical examination yourself.

"I don't know if Secretary Zhan will reimburse you..."

……

……

Arya's mother stood up and extended her hand to a young man sitting next to her.

"You may be the most ideal drug lord I've ever seen, Mr. Cordron." Arya's mother shook her head: "I never thought you would choose such a way to lead the people out of trouble."

Codron laughed: "Ms. Lu, I hope you didn't comfort me like this because of the Chinatown performance team I specially recruited."

There are still firecrackers left outside the house after the lion dance team's performance. Some local children gathered together, picking and choosing, looking for the small cannonballs inside the firecrackers that had not exploded.

There are a row of computers in the house, sitting in five rows in a row. At first glance, people think that this is an Internet cafe.

"No, I firmly believe that your hard work will pay off. In fact, this is the most realistic game I have ever seen, both in terms of story and sound effects."

Arya's mother raised the camera in her raised hand: "If your plan is successful, then at least young people will have a new way to understand your plight."

Codron shook his head: "Our greatest misfortune is that we are so far from God, yet so close to the United States. Arms come from the United States, and our goods go to the United States. The local drug dealers are hard to shake - I hope more To be able to sit in a peaceful country as a young man playing games at ease, rather than being a notorious drug lord here."

Arya's mother comforted him: "At least you have done part of it, such as playing games."

"Yes, you are right, I borrowed the idea of ​​Arma 3, and the sound effects of my weapons are all recorded. Compared to dry documentaries, our generation prefers to learn about the outside world through entertainment. ."

Kederon walked out of the house with a few invited guests: "For example, I knew Wu Hongyu of your country at the Lijiang Tower. He was a respectable gamer, and now he will watch in the game. We, Heroes never die!"

Alia's mother, who has traveled many places, doesn't know where the Lijiang Tower is, but she knows Wu Hongyu, so she nodded with a smile: "I will help you promote this game, where will it be released?"

"It may be at the CJ exhibition in a few months. After all, our official Chinese translation progress is quite slow. You know, there are not many game talents in our country - although I am cultivating, compared to being a drug lord, I am I want to develop tourism and normal agriculture, and using games as a cultural breakthrough is just an attempt..."

He spoke softly, surrounded by guards with standard M4 assault rifles, thanking the Americans - they could even sell their souls to demons for money, not to mention such light weapons.

In fact, Codron only bought a batch of anti-equipment weapons from the Americans last month, and plans to open a movie with his peers next door to grab some space.

There is a cultural war to be fought, resources to be grabbed, and both hands to be seized.

Codron didn't say his plan, but just told the guests he had invited, hoping that they could tell the facts they saw. For example, there were actually a group of people in their country who wanted to be good people.

A little boy was riding a bicycle, stumbling over from not far away, with tears and snot on his face, as if he was too scared because he might roll over at any time.

Everyone didn't care, Cordron glanced at it, and even showed a slightly speechless smile.

However, Arya's mother immediately looked stern, and reached out and grabbed the arm of Cordron who was closest to her, and almost threw him back into the house by throwing him.

At the same time, her right hand had reached out and grabbed the M4 rifle slung by a guard next to her.

Rabbits rise and fall, but in the blink of an eye.

The little boy shivered and pulled something away, the silver pull ring was still hanging on his skinny fingers, the fist-sized dark green object with chocolate-like ravines streaked a weak arc towards Arya's mother. Fly over.

"boom----"

Chapter 54 054 - The World Line That Turns Back Again

The grenade shot into the air by the butt of the gun exploded in the air, and the swirling shrapnel hit the surrounding melon eaters, but fortunately, there were eaves and pillars where Arya's mother was, but they successfully acted as obstacles.

Alia's mother, whose forearm was scratched by a small fragment, just frowned, dragged the frightened companions back into the house, and pulled them up to check their injuries.

After such a lap, it looked fine, but the one who was injured the most was Cordron - Arya's mother's heavy toss made him roll over the computer desk as if he had jumped from a high-speed train. Not to mention, I also bumped into the mess of monitors, tables and chairs.

The companions were trembling. They may have heard of the armed confrontation between drug lords and the police in this turbulent country, and they have also seen the terrifying current situation where people will be surrounded by people and robbed of money when they walk on the street - but when a grenade is within a short distance of them. Less than ten meters away, it exploded diagonally above, and the scattered shrapnel sputtered away like a rainstorm hitting a tarpaulin. The sudden scene change made them unable to recover.

Cordron reacted, but before he could do anything, fierce gunfire erupted outside.

"That voice... AKM?"

Arya's mother was licking her wound, and when she heard the gunshots, she squinted her eyes and smothered her own blood: "Mr. Cordron, is this your enemy?"

Cordron's face was ashen. At this time, there were hurried footsteps at the door. One of the two guards who followed up pointed his gun at the door, and the other looked at Arya's mother with embarrassment. She grabbed it and used it as a baseball bat.

Arya's mother handed him the gun: "Next time, remember to wear a sling. A close-fitting security guard like you is still taken away from the gun. If you are in our country, you will go to a military court in the morning."

Without looking at the aggrieved expression of the guard's brother, Arya's mother turned her head to look at Cordron: "We need weapons, I heard that you drug lords like to get some gold-plated AKs or diamond-encrusted sand eagles. Can you lend me a hand?"

Codron sighed: "Ms. Lu, this is why I want to make a game to let everyone know the current situation of our country. This is a kind of cultural discrimination - just like I used to think that all of you Chinese people can kung fu."

As he said, he twisted his arm that was almost dislocated, recalling the unbearable throw, and still had some heart palpitations: "But it seems to be the case at present... If you say that, you were born in the Shuchuan region of your country. Is it true that you can get pandas?"

Alia's mother blinked: "Look less on Twitter in the future. If you have to read it, I recommend that you only follow the President of the United States."

Cordron shrugged and overturned the computer desk where he was sitting and playing games—a bunch of Bernelli M1-E***Y shotguns were taped to the back of the desk.

"I only prepared this." Then he reached for the gun: "This is a good product for the police in the United States. I am not confident in my marksmanship, but this gun is mainly for indoor defense, and I can shoot it with my eyes closed. —"

The door was opened, and a man dressed in the uniform of a soldier under Codron broke in. The guard breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his gun subconsciously.

However, Arya's mother snatched the *** that Codron had just picked up, and shot at the guy who broke in.

*** Hitting people doesn't have the effect of directly knocking people into the air in film and television works, but the intruder who was shot was still struck by lightning, staggering back half a step and then fell to the ground.

The guards were startled, and the two brothers subconsciously turned their guns around, but Codron pressed the guard's muzzle after reaching his neck to see the other's appearance.

"That's not mine, I remember the looks of each of my guards..."

"How did you find out?" Cordron said, looking at Arya's mother in amazement, in lame Mandarin: "Silly, Qi?"

"...Huh?" Arya's mother didn't react, she subconsciously slid her ***, and a cartridge case popped out with a click: "What did you say?"

Cordron said it again in English, but there was no specific term for 'murderous' in English, so he could only use 'ominous' instead, and also gestured to fold his hands together to feel the tranquility.

After Arya's mother figured it out, she sighed: "Mr. Cordron, you have to believe in science."

"..."

But after seeing Cordron's confused face, Arya's mother explained: "His muscles on the back of his hands are moving, the muzzle of his gun is moving, his eyes express his aggressiveness, and the next second he will face You pull the trigger—"

She shrugged and shot her hand at the door that she had hidden back: "Our kung fu is not metaphysics, it can only allow us to have a more systematic way of physical exercise and fighting skills, and through a lot of repetition Muscle training, we can naturally find the common performance before the opponent's attack..."

There was a muffled groan from outside the door, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Two seconds later, a loud bang accompanied by the blown door panels flew in, but Arya's mother had already pulled people to hide behind the overturned thick computer desks.

Arya's mother gave a live explanation: "At the same time, it can also strengthen your combat awareness. For example, a person who touches against the wall and pulls the grenade ring is naturally not our teammate. Keep enough exercise. It allows you to secrete enough adrenaline in the face of danger, get a more efficient response ability, and strengthen your senses."

Codron was immediately shocked by Arya's mother - and he also believed more in the description of the Chinese people on Twitter.

Speaking of which, those Chinese people seem to have a terrifying orderliness. Often, the person at the top who takes the lead said something, and the following is a neat retelling—if those people have such terrifying orderliness, they still With the skills of Ms. Lu...

God, thank you for letting us only border the United States and not approach such a terrifying country that is so powerful that it tries to hide its true strength.

Arya's mother checked the gun in her hand. She seldom used this kind of gun. After all, those people didn't use this kind of thing much when interviewing in war-torn areas.

Those guys didn't use the shoddy weapons from the war zone, nor the remnants of the last world war or the cold war, but the five good and cheap things that they sold themselves, Arya dear. Over the years, my mother has seen more standard light weapons than her own.

It can only be said that no one of the big countries that can stand firm today is really stupid and sweet, and all of them are behemoths.

Alia's mother has not seen any storms in these years. She rescued Maozi's elite special forces in Ukraine, saved Pakistani friends in Kashmir, and beat up black policemen who cheated tourists' money in Registan Square in Samarkand, Uzbekistan , and even fought side by side with the peacekeepers in South Sudan and the DPRK——

In contrast, in this kind of small farce-like drug lord fight, saving a three drug lords with ideals, conscience and courtesy, what a big deal, you must know that when the whole area is rotten, he Even half a 'good guy'.

After all, he has never sold his goods to anyone other than American gangsters, so he can be regarded as a direct-sale store with a good reputation.

Arya's mother stood up: "We can't stay here, it looks like your enemy has infiltrated your team."

Speaking of which, she returned the *** to Codron, and possessed the body to pick up the AKM brought by the first intruder. Sure enough, this old friend is more comfortable. The works of the old gun king span an era after all. A masterpiece, even if the follow-up derivative gun family is a dog-tailed sable, it will not hide its flaws.

[Dark night gave me black eyes~I use them to find the light——]

The phone rang, and Arya's mother, who was carrying a gun with one hand on the shoulder strap, took out the phone from the pocket of her trousers, and shook her hair to connect: "Hello? Dear daughter, what's the matter?"

As she spoke, she kicked open the crumbling door, glanced across the chaotic long street, and caught a glimpse of a group of rabble who were shooting at random, so she leveled the muzzle.

"Da da da da-"

Day 55 055 - Look at other people's families

Inside the hotel, Mrs. Jin was drinking tea with Queen Jin.

Queen Jin put down the tea and smashed her mouth: "It's incredible..."

"Huh? Could it be that my tea brewing skills have improved?"

Holding an old-fashioned enamel vat with a quote from Taizu in red letters on a white background, Mrs. Jin spat out half a piece of tea: "Why do I think the taste is the same?"

"..."

Queen Jin looked down at her delicate teacup, and put it on the table in a speechless manner. Her own mother would never change the habit of holding a teapot in her life. How much she misses her childhood in Taoist temples what.

"I mean Mr. Ai's daughter!" Queen Jin sighed with emotion: "She doesn't know her father's true identity at all, this is really—"

Just now they went to look for Ai Rulong, thinking that since Queen Jin was also at Dongshan University, the two children would take care of each other, but who would have hit a soft nail in Zhanlan.

After returning to the room, Jin Wansan talked about the fact that Ai Rulong never revealed his true identity to his daughter with twelve points of admiration, which shocked both Mrs. Jin and Queen Jin.

Mrs. Jin closed the lid of the enamel jar and put the cup back on the table: "Sounds like an illegitimate daughter, doesn't it?"