After Becoming a Little |

An access ID appeared on the screen again, but this time the access ID was not Yaodao Ji's, but "Yao Dao Ji Liaison Officer"—that is, the ID of Miss Liaison Officer herself.

But any fool knows who is behind this...

The supervisor glared at her again: "What are you looking at! You should pass the normal interview quickly! If you delay work, your bonus will be deducted or mine?"

The intelligence officer opened his dead fish eyes and tapped on the keyboard silently. Behind him came the nagging voice of the intelligence officer——

"As the current liaison officer of the Demon Saber Girl, she must be trying to arrest her own lord, and notify each base to keep an eye out for the other party's whereabouts, and try to send support forces if possible." He touched his chin and added a sentence : "Maybe Master Yaodao Ji... Cough, Yao Dao Ji will imitate the appearance of other people, so if there is an upright appearance as a real Yao Dao Ji, it must be a fake, just ignore it!"

"..."

PS: May owes more to me, it is too weak, and the next step is to tie with June.

PS2: Continue tomorrow~

第533节 0530-天佑米利坚？呵……（6月推荐5/5

Japan·Military Forces in Japan·Handa Zama Base

One officer's room, two people, three boxes.

The officer paled and shook his head: "No! I can't promise you! If I do this, I will definitely go to a military court!"

"If you don't, you don't even have a chance of being court-martialed."

A woman covered in a black burqa, with only a pair of eyes exposed, stared coldly at the person in front of her.

A Middle Eastern Persian-style scimitar shines brightly around her waist, with a simple silver-gray color, and the linen-wrapped handle can be vaguely seen, revealing the traces of time—this is a very old knife. Yes, but also a murderous knife that has been used many times.

"But... but bombing civilian areas... I can't do it alone!"

"You don't need to worry about this matter, you just need to complete your part." The burqa woman opened a suitcase, turned it around and showed him the contents: "One thousand denominations of euros, here are 100 million—— you know what I mean."

"I...I have to think again...I..." The officer looked at the three briefcase-style boxes with flickering eyes, and his throat rolled, revealing a greedy light.

300 million euros is a huge fortune anywhere, enough for him to pay the price of trampling on the law and even human nature.

"Yes, our master has always been kind and will not force others to do things they don't like."

The woman in the burqa took out a photo from the inside of the robe, lowered her voice, and leaned forward slightly: "But I won't do this—"

The officer's eyes tightened suddenly, looking at a woman and a little girl in the photo, his voice changed: "What did you do to them?!"

"Aren't you divorced?"

"I--"

"We didn't do anything, just want to tell you that sometimes marriage and relationship can't be broken just by relying on a thin divorce contract."

The woman in the burqa didn't take back the photo. Instead, she erected the photo thoughtfully and put it on a frame beside the table.

The photo in the frame was obviously cropped, leaving only the officer standing alone with a happy smile.

But after adding this photo, it was harmoniously merged into a family portrait - young parents, lovely daughter, happy family.

"You can't do this... I thought it was a deal, isn't it a deal?!"

"Yes, but if you don't agree, the deal will fail."

The female detective in the burqa held the scimitar at her waist, and with a flash of coldness, the officer only felt a cold touch licking his throat like a snake.

There was a light sound on the desktop, and he turned his head to look over, watching the photo staggered up and down, slowly falling to cover the ground.

"..." The officer's face became ugly, but the hand that was clenched before was forced to open slowly.

The woman in the burqa glanced at the waist around his waist, but said nothing.

They know their master's physical condition better than anyone else.

So as long as they can fulfill their master's wishes during this period of time, they will not hesitate to use any means and pay any price.

As for whether it will go against Mr. Bob's wishes... Heh, if the master and Miss Bernice are also dead, they will not continue to live at all.

They were already a group of dead people back then, but they were saved by Mr. Bob and have continued to live on till now.

So what are you worried about?

There was sadness in her eyes, but her voice was still cold, and she slowly put the scimitar in her hand on the table.

The officer looked at the two things on the table - the scimitar on the left had a palpitating cold look, and the falling and broken family portrait was pressed under the scimitar.

And on the right is money, a lot of money, 300 million euros-this is just a down payment!

"I...promise you." The officer sat down dejectedly: "I'm only doing it for my child...you don't want to hurt her."

As he said this, he covered his face, looking like an old father who was cornered.

The burqa woman nodded: "If possible, we don't want to do such a thing."

"...I still say the same thing, if I'm the only one who can't use the missiles, it needs a whole confirmation process."

Speaking of which, the officer raised his head: "Especially, you guys still want to use the B61 nuclear aerial bombs—do you know how closely guarded those two nuclear aerial bombs have been since the arsenal accident and the Rising Sun Empire's rebellion?!"

"You don't need to worry about this." The burqa woman took out a mobile phone-like thing from her clothes and threw it at him: "Look at the heart rate display on this, if the heart rate suddenly drops severely, prepare to enter the launch process."

"..."

"If the heart rate stops suddenly." The woman in the burqa picked up her scimitar, and said in a low voice, "then press the firing button. Do you understand, Your Excellency, Weapons Officer?"

"I...I know..."

And just as the burqa woman turned around to leave the room, the communicator that looked like a mobile phone started to vibrate.

She turned her head suddenly, and the weapons officer also lowered his head, staring at the screen dumbfounded.

On the screen, there was a line graph of heart rate numbers that plummeted like a cliff.

The weapons officer raised his head in astonishment, and wanted to say something, but the phone belonging to the base suddenly rang.

A majestic and deep voice came through the microphone: "I am Colonel Kent, and immediately come to the missile launch base to assemble and stand by. We have discovered a group of very radical remnants of the Empire of the Rising Sun. They are going to detonate a bomb from the former Soviet Union in the downtown area. The nuclear dirty bomb is hidden in a private hospital, maybe we need to take some coercive measures..."

The weapon officer looked up in shock and disbelief, but met the meaningful eyes of the burqa woman.

"..."

……

……

A certain shrine in Japan

Yaodao Ji looked at the minivan in front of her, blinked, then turned to look at the young lady of the liaison officer beside her.

"That's how you came out?" Yaodao Ji asked, really unbelievable.

"Yes!" The liaison officer's young lady, whose face was flushed with a little excitement about the secret agent operation, hadn't realized how good she was.

With a little pride, she pointed to the big box in the carriage: "A full set of mobile weapons and equipment, and your knife, my lord!"

Yaodao Ji pinched the center of her brows, feeling tired like 'I am riddled with holes in Gao Tianyuan'.

To be honest, if the young lady of the liaison officer could come and go freely, Gao Tian would not be able to survive to be the younger brother of the Xuanpao Tyrant now, and he would be gone three or fifty years earlier.

The Gate of Reality devotes all of its power to the Japanese branch, and there are troops stationed in Japan and the United States sweeping behind. This can only be carried out by means of a small-scale combat force attack, because they know that if they want to invade in an all-round way, The price is too high for them to bear.

Gao Tian's original defense system has a full six layers, and this is after the girl in the red skirt made a fuss and destroyed the original automatic defense system...

So what's happening now?Have all my Gao Tianyuan members become twenty-five boys?

Yaodao Ji didn't say anything in the end, she probably understood what Yamato Nadeko and the others were thinking.

She could only pat her liaison officer on the shoulder with a subtle expression: "You've done a good job, but next time if you want to do something, you'd better tell me first."

After all, she is also a native of the village, so why is there only one set of intelligence network plus all the wealth?

But this kind of thing is kind after all, and she couldn't help but scold him.

Pulling out the heavy demon sword from the carriage, Yaodao Ji looked at the mottled marks on it, pursed her lips and stared blankly for several seconds before recovering, carried it behind her back, and straightened her clothes.

The Miss Liaison Officer took out other equipment: "Don't you need these? I moved them with great difficulty!"

"No need." Yaodao Ji glanced at the equipment and smiled: "It's not needed."

Whether it is his sister who has disappeared for many years, or the tyrant His Royal Highness standing on the top of the dark world, they are not easy for him to deal with.

What's the use of taking these things?Self-deprecating or do you want to do an equipment display?

And she wasn't going to fight the other party to death, she just wanted to ask some questions.

Something... that has been suppressed for a long time...

She exchanged glances with the shrine maiden standing next to her, who smiled and nodded at her while holding the broom.

Yaodao Ji turned her gaze back and looked at Miss Liaison Officer: "You just stay here, I will be back soon."

As she said that, she walked towards the gate of the shrine, her steps were as gentle as when she went out to buy wagashi in the past.

"...My lord, what do you want to do this time?"

The young lady of the liaison officer clenched her fists and shouted at her back: "If necessary, I can help you! I know many sisters from the intelligence department! We can all help you!"

"I..." Yaodao Ji looked back at her, was silent for a moment, looked up at the not-so-dazzling warm sun in the sky, and finally smiled: "I'm going this time, probably because I want to owe something to someone. Give her something back—or take back what she owes me."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and without listening to the reply from the liaison officer, she disappeared outside the door.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a dull roar of a locomotive, a modified Honda motorcycle with "Noisy and Superior" painted on the left and "Night Lucy Bitter" on the right swept over the gate of the shrine with smoke and disappeared at the corner of the street. the end.

The Miss Liaison Officer's eyes widened in surprise, then she remembered something, and suddenly turned her head to look at the Sister Sister Sweeper who was smiling gently.

"Ah, ah, ah! As expected of an intelligence liaison officer, it should be said that he is really sensitive to details?"

The squinting witch elder sister touched her face: "That's right, she is a bosozoku~ Although this is something that happened when I was young, it is an unreasonable behavior that violates the rules of the shrine after all. You wouldn't think You need to report this, right?"

But the young lady of the liaison officer just widened her eyes: "You—have you been here since just now? How much have you heard?!"

"..."

The squinting Miko elder sister, with a stiff smile on her face, couldn't keep up with the rookie's reflexes.

Have you been here all this time?

She was about to say something, but found that the liaison officer in front of her started to push the equipment in the car in a hurry, looking like a child who belatedly wanted to clean up the hot TV before her mother came back.