After Becoming a Little |

So far, only Bernice, who was sitting on the faceless man's shoulders and successfully picked the apple, was left in that photo.

Only this one...

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Japan·Toto Hotel·15th floor

Miss Bernice woke up from the nightmare and sat on the bed dripping with sweat. After a while, she panted and spread her hands and stared intently.

But the blood-stained hand in the dream is now white and delicate, and everything is as usual.

The door was pushed open, and the crying cat walked in with a hot porridge on its head: "Do you want to drink porridge? I heard that if the people of the Republic are sick, they will drink more hot water, and if the illness is more serious, they will drink porridge. "

"what time is it now?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon."

"...is the stock market closed?" Miss Bernice shook her head: "What time does the stock market close here?"

"15 o'clock, the market just closed 2 minutes ago." Jessica, the crying cat, put down the plate: "The Leah Fund has won a big victory, and Millikin is overwhelmed. Their funds have been blocked by us, and a larger-scale confrontation requires Wait until tomorrow."

This is the advantage of jet lag. As long as the capital is sufficient, it can even form a short-term air zone advantage in which one person surrounds a group on the opposite side.

At the beginning, Benzi also used this trick to kill most of America's sea strike force-in 1941, Pearl Harbor on Sunday.

"Huh..." Spicy Chicken exhaled a foul breath, touched his sweaty clothes: "Help me prepare hot water, I have to take a bath... Is everything going so smoothly?"

"Yes, two consecutive vicious incidents involving politics and finance broke out in Millikin, which involved a lot of energy." Weeping Mao Maotou took out his tablet and was going to explain to his spicy chicken shreds how the great Millikin is. Greatness continues in Scandal.

"You don't need to read it, I probably know what it is." Miss Bernice didn't pick up the tablet, but asked in doubt: "I mean, they didn't take any risks on the book side? Their gambling nature is engraved in their bones."

Each country will present a different personality because of the region of development and the history of development.

If we say that the people of the Republic are infrastructure madmen, obsessive patients of the great unification, they are domineering existences who seem gentle but are arrogant to the sky.

Then Millikin is an adventurer with Anglo-Saxon blood flowing in his bones, full of desire to expand outward, from Britain to Millikin, from Australia to New Zealand to Canada, and they have printed their footprints.

The book is a gambler—a natural gambler. Before commanding the fleet to attack Pearl Harbor, Yamamoto 56 was already the second guest banned from entering the casino in Monaco because he was too good at gambling and dared to gamble. , He even said that if the emperor gave him a year to gamble, he could even win a Yamato for the book.

This kind of disposition cannot be changed. Once they encounter a crisis that they cannot cope with, they will always give it a go, even though it is often the most stupid choice.

"Yes, someone tried to take the risk. They transferred the security personnel of the hotel where the exchange group stayed, and tried to attack Mr. Yan Qi of the Mitsubishi chaebol." Weeping Mao Maotou said expressionlessly how they died: "And Bai Gang The international security personnel just followed Ai Rulong and other members of the Republic and left the hotel, which gave them an opportunity."

"……The results of it?"

"As a result, the tyrant appeared at the most suitable place at the most suitable time, which made their plan come to nothing." Weeping Maomao blinked while holding the tablet, wondering if this was the tyrant's conspiracy: "Mr. Yanqi had a conflict with the neutral faction and joined Ai Rulong's actions."

"Well, this is really the most stupid move, pushing out a person who should not be an opponent..."

She thought about the ins and outs of this matter, and always felt that everything was just right.

From the current point of view, this time it is completely that the people in the book have played themselves off and sent themselves into the abyss step by step. The power they control is too scattered, but the target they want to fight against is too powerful—you have to know how to control them. With the accumulation of power, it is completely capable of confronting the Ninth Bureau or even the Republic for a while.

In fact, after reviewing the game, you will find that every time the tyrant just appears at the node where the opponent is not fully exerting his strength, it really makes the opponent have a kind of "how can I die before I exert my strength?" aggrieved.

So far, the only one that can be fully deployed seems to be the long-planned attack on the Sea God.

But even so, Des Moines also left behind an arm and a nuclear submarine, and then got nothing, and drew the hatred of the ninth game.

Squeezing between her eyebrows, Miss Bernice stood up and went to the bathroom: "Forget it, let them worry about the rest, I—"

"Tuk-tuk--"

There was a knock on the door, and Miss Bernice and Weeping Mao Maotou turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the door.

Crying Mao Maotou subconsciously walked over to open the door, but Poseidon Boji, who was sitting in the living room reading a book and acting as a personal bodyguard, stood up after a flash of eyes, and put the book in her hand on the table next to her. None of them got in.

The crying cat subconsciously stopped and looked at her.

Poseidon Poseidon didn't speak, but shook her head, then pointed to the door with her chin, motioning for her to open it, while she stepped forward lightly and stood by the door.

"Crack——"

The door of the room was opened, and the expressionless crying Mao Mao stared at the person who came by the door, his eyes were cold——

Then she scared the waitress who delivered the food...

The waitress, who was startled by the guest's stare, didn't know why, she looked around, then shrank her neck: "I, I'm here to deliver food..."

"We didn't order food."

"It was delivered by a guest named Alia from downstairs. She ordered the kitchen to make brown sugar pudding... If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

"..." The crying cat blinked its eyes, relaxed a little, and turned sideways: "Take it in."

"Okay." The waitress pushed the dining car inside. The dining car was covered by a white tablecloth, just like in all movies, with a space enough to hide people.

The waitress paused when she pushed the cart into the door, then frowned suspiciously, and pushed hard the dining cart, which seemed to be of a different weight than before. There was a little doubt in her expression, and she subconsciously looked at it. My own small food truck, but I didn't find anything wrong.

Inside the room, Poseidon Poseidon had already stood at the door of the inner room, and inside the door was Miss Bernice looking out with a frown.

Weeping Mao Maotou stood behind the waitress, lowered his head and stared at the gap under the dining car, and pressed his arm calmly.

The waitress, on the other hand, simply lifted the plate and revealed a beige pudding inside. The pudding was trembling slightly, with bright red syrup on it, exuding a slightly sweet aroma.

"I wish you a pleasant meal." Putting the plate on the table, the waitress bowed politely to everyone, then reached out to grab the trolley and wanted to go out.

"Hmm——" She turned the dining car around with some difficulty, and muttered softly, "Strange..."

"Let me help you." The crying cat stretched out one hand to press the armrest of the dining car, and stretched the other hand to the curtain of the dining car.

"Thank you, I can do it myself."

"It's ok."

The next moment, the curtain moved slightly——

The politely smiling waiter girl suddenly burst into a rage, and a hidden sword popped out from her right hand, and stabbed cruelly at Jessica, the head of the crying cat. The air was cracked, and a silvery afterimage was formed on the retina——

The curtain under the dining car was blown away by the strong wind, revealing a bundled up original waiter lady, curled up under the dining car in a coma, her eyes closed and unconscious.

"Puff -"

Weeping Maomao slammed a dagger into the attacker's lower abdomen, then raised his hand to push her away, staggered back two steps, and looked at his chest in a little astonishment.

Dark red blood was smudged, soaking through her white blouse, like a blooming red tulip.

Miss Bernice froze in place, her eyes slowly widened, her face was extremely shocked, and even her lips were trembling: "Jessica—"

At the same time as she exclaimed, Poseidon Boji had already raised her leg high, and the blade of the metal prosthesis burst open, directly grabbing the opponent's face.

dead!

"Ding----"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision, sparks visible to the naked eye burst out, and the two figures turned and staggered.

Poseidon Boji turned over and stood still, looking in shock at the ancient silver assassin dagger in the opponent's hand, then looked down at her own prosthesis with a metal gap cut out, her pupils constricted: "Assassin assassin?!"

This kind of crescent-like short dagger has always been the standard equipment of Assassin's top assassins. It is said that special iron meteorites were added in the original forging process, which has excellent armor-piercing properties-this is often the case in ancient times. The nightmare of a noble sultan in expensive armour.

However, due to the loss of the forging process and the mystery of the raw materials, the Assassin Assassin's dagger disappeared in the dark world killings in the Middle East known as "Baghdad" as early as the end of the last century.

Unfortunately, she, Poseidon Boji, was a participant in the massacre—the Gate of Truth and the Holy Cross were the main attacks.

The waitress stared indifferently at the wound on her arm that was cut open with deep bone visible, and raised her hand to press it indifferently, as if it didn't hurt at all.

"My master asked me to bring you a word."

The waitress, Miss Assassin, turned her head to look at Miss Bernice, and tried to imitate her so-called 'master' tone in a low voice, which was a frivolous and mocking tone: "You let me down so much. Now, my poor, weak, incompetent niece, I wish I could have another look at your disgrace."

Miss Bernice took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, even crushed them, and squeezed out a response: "He will see me...he will—but I'm afraid you won't There is a way to bring this sentence back!"

Poseidon Boji didn't speak, just bullied her and kicked her to the other side of the hall.

Miss Bernice hugged Jessica, who had been stabbed, and tried to hold her chest to stop the bleeding: "It's okay, it will be fine..."

There was a sudden noise at the door and the sound of chaotic footsteps, accompanied by two crisp drinks, two women who were the same as the waitress rushed into the room.

And behind them are the sea otter logistics security personnel who have reacted——

In the next second, the floor-to-ceiling glass window was directly broken, and a black figure swept across the room like the wind, bringing a cloud of glass shards that poured into the room like snowflakes, and the probe directly pressed the two attackers who rushed in .

"You guys seem to ignore my existence?"

The sound is not loud, but it seems to be ringing in everyone's ears, making people feel that their minds are buzzing.

While the strong wind was whistling, the sound of dragon whistling seemed to vibrate in the room, and the hurricane from nowhere swept across the entire living room in an instant, and the three waitresses were pushed away before they even had time to raise their hands. Staggering back, the various sofas and coffee tables in the middle were smashed by the black figure like paper.

"boom----"

The wall was cracked with spider web-like traces, and the face of a waitress who was strangled and pressed directly against the wall turned red in an instant, and she vomited blood mixed with internal organ fragments with a 'pooh' sound, her eyes widened. Looking straight at the pair of indifferent phoenix eyes in front of her, she was so shocked that she couldn't move.

But at this time, the shards of glass that had been drawn in outside the window fell down one after another, covering the soft wool carpet, reflecting a crystal luster.

"I'm in a bad mood today!" The Xuanpao girl looked back at Miss Assassin No. [-], and pulled out the Mount Tairuo Sword from her back: "So you shouldn't be here—huh?"

She looked at Miss Assassin Sister No. [-] in astonishment, to be precise, she was looking at the other's actions—she stabbed the Hidden Sword in her hand into the chest of Miss Assassin No. in a circle.

what's the situation?Why did they start killing each other? ?

This elite assassin who first sneaked in and gave Jessica the crying cat cat head a Hidden Sword, and was able to wield an assassin dagger and Poseidon Brooke [-]/[-], also looked at his companion with a bewildered expression, as if Don't understand why this happens.

At this moment, Miss No. [-] pulled out the Hidden Sword expressionlessly, pressed her face on his shoulder, and closed her eyes: "All of this is for the master."

So Miss Assassin No. [-] had a relieved expression on her face, and she let go of her grip on the Assassin Assassin's dagger.

Even though the dagger was already on No. [-]'s back vest—then she opened her mouth and seemed to say something, but she didn't seem to say anything, and finally closed her eyes slowly, admitting what happened .

The girl in the Xuan Pao frowned, not knowing what excerpt they were performing.

If everyone is an excerpt, keep the brightest part in other people's lives?

Number three, who was strangled by her neck, raised her hand and tried to break off the vise-like softness of the Xuanpao girl, and said with difficulty: "We... are here... to see the master..."

"..."

The girl in Xuan Pao threw her to the ground, glanced at the No. [-] assassin who had closed her eyes, and the light of her soul gradually dimmed and dissipated, so this backstab was really ruthless...

"Who is your master?"

"Cough-cough cough..."

Coughing out in embarrassment, the No. [-] and No. [-] assassin girls looked at each other in shock, and then took out the Assassin assassin dagger on their bodies.

They raised their daggers above their heads, knelt down facing Miss Bernice, lay down on the carpet, and bowed their heads respectfully: "We will be loyal to Miss Bernice Mellon and dedicate our physical and mental loyalty to her."