After Becoming a Little |

"What human beings understand now is just a line. For biological evolution, you are far from enough~" Xuanpao said proudly, puffing out her small breasts that have nothing .

"..." The khaki-colored elder sister subconsciously looked at her palm when she heard the words, feeling the wonderful sense of control over her body at the moment when she dodged the gunshot just now.

This is the so-called...biological evolution?

The elevator door was opened in the middle, and two crooked nuts in suits and leather shoes wanted to walk in, and then froze in place, looking at these two guys whose painting styles were completely wrong.

There are dark red traces on the wall of the elevator that look like dried blood, and the sweet aroma that makes the blood pumping lingers - no matter how you look at it, it looks like the beginning of a horror game scene that lures players in .

The two crooked fruit elites rolled their throats and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The security guard standing next to the elevator door poked his head in and met the khaki-colored sister Yu.

The latter frowned slightly: "If you don't come in, please get out of the way."

An unknown sound came from the security guard's earphones. He stopped reaching into his suit pocket, let the door open, and watched the elevator door close and go down.

The crooked nut elite was very surprised: "There must be something wrong with those two people!"

The security staff kept their eyes fixed: "No."

"No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a normal person!"

The security staff squinted and said, "If I were you, I would pretend that I didn't see anything."

"..."

The Xuanpao girl naturally didn't know the story of the evil forces forcing the righteous passers-by to bow their heads. She just felt the energy running in her body and opened her eyes with a little worry in them.

The little angel's body has no foundation. Although it has potential, it has been pushed to this point in a month and a half, largely relying on her own powerful spiritual power comparable to that of a warrior from another world.

But she didn't know whether it was because of Gou's plan to reduce her combat power again, or because something had exceeded the limit of Blue Star's human body, she found that the possibility of her body collapsing was increasing.

Now she can exert a stronger power, and she is still overwhelming. If she is put on the original Poseidon, my old friend Des Moines will not be able to sustain the submarine at all, and I am afraid that he will be chopped up on the spot. Crushed to feed the fish.

But everything has a price. If she uses this power excessively again, it is very likely that it will not be as simple as repairing after the collapse, but a real collapse.

Now that the hand is broken, it's nothing more than a night.

But the next big explosion breaks it to such an extent that it probably won't be able to be repaired.

The Xuanpao girl deduced it with her invincible White Head Taixuan Jing, and found that if she followed Blue Star's training method, she would have to have the physical fitness of her own mother to be able to fully accommodate this level of spiritual explosion.

And if you want to use the level A skills that you used to use when you were the head of the legion, you basically need the physical fitness of the fairy sister...

Rubbing her face with her good hands, the Xuanpao girl sighed: "Wildness, I may have to rest for a while."

As she said this, her tone was slightly desolate, as if she was about to say goodbye to life and death.

But the khaki-colored elder sister who has no emotion is unmoved: "Oh."

"...Why is your reaction so weak?"

"What should I do?"

"Get excited and worry!"

"Didn't you say you rest? I also worry about rest?"

"I said that in a cryptic way! It means that I might die!"

"Obviously you said it was okay before..." The khaki-colored sister walked out of the elevator door, glanced at the environment of the underground garage, and stopped before she was about to step out: "Okay, it seems that I will accompany you after this time Let's rest together."

"Dou, let me tell you, I really can't fight like before. I'm old and my body can't hold it."

The Xuanpao girl who was severely weakened by the version let go of the hand on the khaki-colored Yujie's shoulder, took out the little helper behind her waist, and checked the lower ammunition: "I have to rest for a long time before I can continue to explode— —This time on the side of the book, I have been hurt at the root."

"How long do you mean by a long time?"

"My mother has been exercising for at least 20 years before she has the physical fitness of Mingyue Tianya. If it were me, it would not be too long."

As the Xuanpao girl said so, she raised her hand and fired a shot. The spinning scorching bullet shattered the foggy split glass of the third-floor underground garage, and blood bloomed on the shoulder of a sniper hiding behind the wall, knocking him over. on the ground.

"boom--"

She blew gunpowder smoke: "I have to recuperate for at least a month—"

"It's only been a month, what do you have to say!" The khaki-colored elder sister looked at the Infinity Sports 1911 in her hand distressedly, and put the magazine on top: "And you are much better than your mother now, okay?"

"boom--"

"A month is a long time! Do you know how long it took me to evolve? It's only been a month and a half since the beginning, but what happened here would take at least 200 million words in a novel."

While speaking, she raised her hand and pointed a shot at a corner. Someone screamed and rolled out, and the shotgun in her hand fell to the ground.

"Where did you come from procrastinating and paddling novels..."

"boom--"

"You don't understand, I'm like a body now, relying on the overload of the soul solar furnace to generate strength."

"boom--"

"Don't think I haven't seen Gundam."

"boom--"

"So these cultural works are all inspired by information interference. They are actually settings or plots that happened in a different world. Why don't you believe it?"

The two walked out of the elevator door, walked quickly between light and darkness, their figures naturally flashed behind various pillars and cars, and raised their hands from time to time to shoot like a whack-a-mole. It is the children who play smashing cannons with a little dejection before school starts, rather than fighting with anyone.

Cool, handsome, natural, with the character of the protagonist,

The attackers hiding in the underground garage tried to find the target in astonishment, but they couldn't find the other party in their line of sight. Even if they were lucky enough to catch something out of the corner of their eyes, they turned their heads away in the next second. What he saw was also a metal bullet spinning and tearing through the air, approaching his pupil with a scorching breath.

After walking all the way to the side of the car, the girl in Xuanpao blinked and tilted her head to look at the bottom of the car: "Wow... so ruthless?"

The khaki-colored elder sister squeezed her brows: "I just bought a new car——"

"Let the spicy chicken be reimbursed!"

"I should have gotten an ordinary car if I knew it earlier." He said, smashing the windshield of a car next to him with a punch, and opened the door of that car amidst the shrill car siren: "Go Come on, let's go back and talk."

"Why didn't it explode?"

"It should be ignited and exploded. If it is detonated by remote control, it will be easily blocked."

"Then let's go." The girl in the black robe sat in the co-pilot of an unknown and unknown red car, watching the khaki color wildly fiddle with the wires: "You still know this?"

"Ah, I learned it when I went to Hawaii summer camp."

"Hey, hey! Don't fool me with memes about summer camp, can you?"

"It's true—there are a lot of PMC tactical training in Hawaii, and they run it as a summer camp, let alone there, even in Southeast Asia and even in China, there are still shooting ranges for civilian use in China. "

In fact, there are two types of shooting ranges in the Republic. The official ones require a letter of introduction, and they can only be played in the name of learning, such as North Industries, but they have real ones, including those on active duty.

Private ones generally exist as shooting clubs, generally .22 small-caliber guns, or some small self-defense weapons and hunting guns.This kind of shooting club existed as early as the 80s, and the latest one is only a few years old. The advantage is that you don't need a letter of introduction from your unit, you can go with your ID card.

But this kind of shooting clubs are basically indoors or semi-indoors. The main reason is that the population density in the Republic is too high, so it is difficult to find suitable venues for outdoor shooting ranges in the eastern coastal areas. Far, the fan-shaped area within two kilometers is the coverage area of ​​stray bullets.

There have been related accidents on Jinling General Mountain, which is still blocked by a whole mountain, so there are some official military training grounds that are not blocked by mountains, and there are even dozens of blocking walls in the shooting range. Mi Gao was afraid that stray bullets would fly out and accidentally injure innocent people.

Xuan Pao Nu looked at the people who were gradually surrounding them through the rearview mirror, frowned and said, "Who are these guys from?"

"It's from the Wall Street elite group, I guess it's the PMC who came here..." The khaki-colored sister Yu patted the dust on her soft black stockings, got up from under the seat, and shook her long hair. It's like playing an indescribable little game in the car.

Xuanpao girl doesn't know much about these professional things. After all, she is the commander of the legion in another world, but she is just a little white flower in Blue Star. The original Ai Xiaotian even read novels and only read romance. The knowledge reserve is completely supported by the accumulation of the earth's world line.

Use Hongyan Huoshui's search engine to search for PMC, the full name is Private Military Co***actor, which is the so-called private military contractor - so there are two PMCs under the name, Baigang International and Sea Otter Logistics. The girl in the black robe suddenly realized: "It turns out that Blue Star's Hawaii really has a universal technical school... Black Water?"

"The black water was blown out. He is a younger brother in the PMC industry, not even as good as your sea otter logistics." The red car was started, reversed in a small semicircle, and rushed out roaring.

"If you say that, Hollywood movie screenwriters will be sad." Xuan Pao Nu threw a crystal bomb, smashing the window glass of the khaki Yujie's car, and only the inside of the crystal bomb the size of a pen , a red countdown ring is slowly flashing, and gradually speeding up.

"Heishui is famous because they do things too high-profile, and miscellaneous fish will be killed if they are high-profile, so now that Heishui has gone bankrupt and has been reorganized into an EX company, which only provides security training services to the outside world."

The so-called military contractors, in terms familiar to Chinese people, can also be considered as mercenaries - but many people have the impression that mercenaries are a group of regular troops who have retired and dare to continue to operate as long as they have money. The lunatics in the old industry are different, but in fact mercenaries are a long-standing profession, far less exaggerated than those shown in TV movies.

There are even mercenary regiments in some countries, such as the Langka Mercenary Corps of the Great Empire, the Foreign Legion of Spain, the Foreign Legion of France, etc... After all, France is a country that cannot fight without foreigners, dwarfs and women. country, everyone knows it.

"PMC is a wider business scope than mercenaries. They not only provide combat services for mercenaries, but also do chores such as logistics and express delivery. In theory, as long as they are not official private military service providers, they can be called PMCs. .”

An ordinary college student Kasou who is familiar with the situation in the dark world, wearing Yujie's clothes and using a soft mezzo-soprano, said strange words: "Including the owner of the food stall who sells pancakes and fruits to the warring troops in the Middle East, they are all PMC personnel."

"Have you sold it?"

"I've sold it, and the income is not as high as advertised on the Internet, and the people over there don't like eating pancakes very much."

The khaki-colored elder sister stepped on the gas pedal to the end: "They love to eat barbecue!"

"Da da da da da da——"

A burst of intense gunshots hit the tail of the red car like a sieve, and even the car's rear bumper fell off when passing the exit speed bump, but this did not affect the two monsters inside the car at all. .

The girl in Xuan Pao even yawned, feeling that the group of rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs was so noisy: "No wonder so many people died over there, the barbecue is so harmful..."

"This kind of tactical training provided by the company can be regarded as one of the basic sources of operating income. After all, it is much easier for them to open a shooting range as a coach to satisfy the second disease of young people or survivalists than going to the battlefield. .”

The red car rushed out of the underground garage, meandered for a while amidst the traffic, and disappeared at the end of the street corner.

And the so-called PMC elites, who were wearing handsome black suits and sunglasses in the underground garage, just rushed out of the underground garage like a necessary scene in a movie, looked helplessly at the taillights of the red car, and then stopped to catch up. pace.

The khaki-colored elder sister looked at the smaller person, and showed a disdainful queenly smile: "For them, the core of the security business is to protect the safety of the employer, and there is no such thing as hunting, unless—— "

"boom----"

A loud noise came from behind, and a thick black smoke rolled out from the underground garage surrounded by flames visible to the naked eye.

"Oh, it seems that the bomb they put under the car is not small." The girl in the black robe turned her head to look through the smashed rear windshield, and then looked at the khaki-colored sister: "You just said that unless what?"

"...Unless it's like it is now." She slumped her shoulders, watching the several black BMWs rushing out and getting into the traffic behind her, constantly approaching: "Miss, can't you calm down?"

"If I don't stop, will they still be alive to chase me?"

The girl in Xuanpao was particularly wronged, so she took out her mobile phone: "I am Lu Yanqing, where am I at...forget it, read the news, we are playing with people in a red car Peekaboo, hurry up and save me, otherwise I will be beaten to death by a group of soldiers—ah~ I’m dead~"

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Yamato Nadeko was pinching the phone in astonishment, with a dull expression.

The topless girl pouted, poured Fanta into the gourd, and looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? This expression?"

"... His Highness was hunted down."

"Huh?" The topless woman looked back at the mountain subconsciously: "Hunted? In the headquarters??"

"No, another Highness."