After Becoming a Little |

This is an old-fashioned community, built in the last century, and it belongs to the category of unit distribution housing - in order to free up more building area, the corridors of this kind of housing are often built relatively narrow and slightly steep.

Today's buildings, as long as they have more than seven floors, are considered high-rise, and elevators must be installed. If it is a high-rise residence with more than twelve floors, it is even required to install no less than two elevators for each building, but the old community naturally does not have this. plant something.

In the last century, even a city like Dongshan City, which had begun to be built as a metropolis, still had certain plain architectural styles.

It's like the inconspicuous low-rise building on the ground of the Ninth Bureau, and the old cars driven by these field operators for seven or eight years.

The crazy woman had already reached the fifth floor, and in front of her was an old lady who was slowly going up the stairs.

I don’t know whether the old lady used the new lid or not, but she can tell that she is in good health. Even when she climbed up to the fifth floor with a vegetable basket, she didn’t look too tired. She just held on to the handrail with a little doubt, and looked back subconsciously .

The old wooden handrails had already turned a layer of amber due to long-term rubbing. The crazy woman looked down at the handrails at her hand, sighed, and reached out to touch them.

I don't know why this woman stopped, but maybe because the other party is a woman acting alone, or because the domestic environment is so good, the old lady didn't think there was any danger, so she just asked a little suspiciously: "Girl, are you Didn’t I go wrong? The upstairs is the top, and the two houses belong to my family.”

"...No, I didn't make a mistake."

"Oh oh oh!" The old lady seemed to have thought of something, showing a kind smile: "Then you are Xiaojia's classmate?"

"..."

"Li Yujia, my tenant—come up first, she's not at home, she won't be back until later, why don't you come to my side first?"

Speaking of which, the old lady turned her head and walked up, babbling as she walked: "Xiaojia is a very good child, if the house on the other side is not for my son and they have furniture and things, I would rent the whole house." I gave it to her, but let me tell you, although the single room I live in is a little smaller, the rent is also cheap..."

The crazy woman stood there silently, her breathing gradually became rapid, and a gloomy blood gleam appeared in her eyes.

Some kind of irrepressible impulse made her gradually clenched the palm of the armrest, so that the back of her hand had visible tendon marks and her knuckles turned white.

The old lady walked up to the top, looked down subconsciously, and stopped talking, looking a little astonished.

The crazy woman took a deep breath, just about to say something——

"Tat T T T T—"

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the brief silence in the corridor.

"Let's play again next time!" 』

"Playing?What a fart, it’s a bad day today...』

"You lost 700, I lost more than [-], what did you say?" 』

"Okay, okay, let's go, go back and pick up the baby with an umbrella, this batch of weather..."

There was a faint voice coming from the machine shop on the first floor, it seemed that the guests who came to play were about to leave.

"Step aside! 』A cold and stern male voice sounded, very impatient.

"Eh?Who are you?In a hurry to reincarnate? 』

"roll! 』Accompanied by a low cry and a slightly messy dispute, it seemed that the people below who were about to come up were stopped by some unexpected circumstances.

The crazy woman sighed, and looked up at the old lady: "You saw it."

"... What did you see?"

"Me too—I was forced to do nothing." As the crazy woman said, she pulled the entire wooden handrail off the railing of the stairs with force, and the sudden sound of metal screws breaking brought a pile of cushions on the floor. The reddish-brown rust gray of more than ten years under the handrail.

The old lady opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to speed up her pace.

"Grandma?" There was a sound of opening the door on the top floor, and a small voice came from the door: "I'm hungry! Do you want to cook?"

"Girl! Go in! Go in!" The old lady looked at the crazy woman who was striding up below her, and waved her hands in panic: "Go in! Lock the door!"

"Ah?" The child pulled back the anti-theft door, with a look of confusion on his small expression.

The crazy woman grabbed a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall of the corridor, shook her hands and smashed it directly on the back of the old lady. The latter suddenly fell forward as she was climbing up, lying on the ground with difficulty. up the corridor.

"Close, close the door!"

"--grandmother!"

"Ka——"

A piece of handrail stick was stretched out, before the gap of closing the door, trying to get into it to prevent the door from closing.

But the old lady jumped forward, and her fingertips pressed against the underside of the anti-theft door at the last moment. She didn't know where such an old person got such flexibility and explosive power. She pressed her fingertips forward, stunned The restless children who were still pushing the door pushed back together.

The sound of "Ka——" happened to be the sound of the handrail stick rubbing against the edge of the door.

The change here only took a few seconds, and the sound downstairs had subsided. Although I don't know what the field officers of the Ninth Bureau did, which caused the women playing mahjong to scream like pigs, but they hurried Footsteps had already rushed up to the third floor or even the fourth floor.

The mad woman reached out and grabbed the old lady's hair, pulled her entire upper body up from the stairs, and reached into her pocket for the keys.

The old lady struggled desperately: "You let me go—let go!"

When the old lady was young, she probably had some experience in fighting. She actually knew how to grab a crazy woman by her collar and hair, reach her with both hands and scratch her face.

But this kind of method is at best the shrews on the street fighting each other. For the mad woman who came from the army, it is nothing more than increasing her anger.

Picking up the fire extinguisher that had rolled down in the middle of the corridor, the crazy woman lifted it up with vicious eyes, and smashed it heavily on the old lady's head.

"Boom—boom——"

Blood visible to the naked eye seeped down the old lady's silver-white hair. She looked at the scene in front of her eyes slightly, but her hand that was holding the collar of the mad woman loosened weakly.

The old lady opened her mouth and was panting with difficulty, but her other hand was still tightly clutching her left pocket, her withered palm was like the root of a knotted Populus euphratica tree in the desert.

Hearing the heavy footsteps that had already reached her feet, the crazy woman let out a breath, pulled the old lady's hair up, faced the stairs, and was just about to lock herself in front of her as a hostage, but unexpectedly, there was a slight sound behind her. The door opened.

She frowned and looked back in surprise.

A little girl grabbed the lock of the anti-theft door with both hands, and opened a gap in the anti-theft door. There were still tears of fright and crying in her eyes. Her big eyes looked at the scene in front of her timidly, and her voice was crying: " Grandma, grandma... woo..."

"……idiot!"

The crazy woman sneered, reached out and grabbed the anti-theft door and opened it forcefully, dragging the old lady's body to get in.

And at this time, the field operatives from Bureau Nine had already appeared in front of her, and they drew their guns at her at an absolutely terrifying speed, almost snapping their fingers——

Then the crazy woman shrank back and pushed the old lady in front of her: "Come on!"

"..."

The pupils of the man number 15 shrank suddenly. Although the hand holding the gun remained motionless, the muzzle was still retracted straight towards the mad woman's upper body, but the fingers close to the gun retracted unconsciously.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

The other two field operators who arrived a step behind him opened their coats almost in unison, pulled out their guns, and pointed at the crazy woman in unison.

There were no fancy warnings, and no messy confrontation. If it wasn't for the crazy woman holding the old lady as a shield in her hand, she would have already made several bloody holes in her body.

"Come on—shoot!" The crazy woman made a wild voice behind the old lady, laughing hoarsely, "Let me see how powerful you are! Are you better than those vicious dogs in Gyeongbokgung Palace? Even more powerful!"

"...Let her go, I can count you surrender and extradite to Nanbang."

"Do you know why I escaped from that place?" The crazy woman poked her head slightly with a grin, "Because even if I die, I don't want to die in that hell on earth—"

"boom! ! 』

With a gunshot, the scorching metal bullet tore through the air, bringing up a transparent turbulence in the air, almost rubbing against the madwoman's forehead and embedded into the wall, bursting out a large group of off-white gravel brick powder.

The crazy woman touched her forehead, and the burning pain was almost instantly replaced by the paralysis caused by excessive pain - if it wasn't for the warning in her heart, this shot would have blown her head off.

"..."

The taciturn man number 27 held his gun steadily, and a little blue smoke visible to the naked eye was rising from the muzzle of his gun.

"You almost hit me... What a pity, still almost!"

As she spoke, the crazy woman backed away, and the tungsten steel awl that was placed in front of the old lady's eyes with her backhand remained motionless, and the semi-conscious old lady was dragged into the room weakly by her.

"boom----"

The door of the room was closed, separating the two worlds like a cage of trapped animals.

"...I hate playing mahjong." The man in number 15 said so, lowering his gun: "The first thing I will do when I go back this time is to strictly investigate the violations of the housing reform business in Dongshan."

"My mother also shoots—and it's the work of urban management and industry and commerce, and it has nothing to do with our Ninth Bureau." The stand-alone brother put away his gun, looked around at the structure of the corridor and the lock of the security door, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then He shook his head slightly at the number 15 man and made several gestures.

"It can be opened, but it takes time, at least 10 seconds. 』

This is not a Class A security door, nor is it a lock body with explosion-proof and saw-proof performance. It is not difficult for him to open the door.

But the problem is that there are people behind the door, and the other party still has hostages in their hands. Ten seconds is enough for the other party to smash the hostages into a sieve...

The man number 27 was silent for half a second, gestured to the two of them a few times, and went directly upstairs to the rooftop.

"The windows don't have anti-theft nets, so I'll break in with a rope drop." 』

The stand-alone brother threw his small drone to him, then looked at his watch, ready to count down.

And at this time, on the first floor downstairs, a woman wearing sunglasses looked curiously at a group of menacing... eight women?

"I'm not done with them!"

"This is hurtful intentionally! It's so rude! I'm going to court to sue them!"

"They don't come down tonight if they have the ability!"

"But the rooftop on the top of the building is connected to other buildings..."

"Go! Go up! What if they get away?"

Although they talked about going up, their footsteps did not move. The eight women just yelled in place, clutching their arms as if they had been hit by a car, cheering each other up and retreating together.

Epiphyllum glanced at the dust on their bodies, and probably understood what kind of treatment the other party had suffered just now. The feeling of being thrown to the ground by three field operators from Bureau Nine was probably not very pleasant, although the other party was definitely merciful. fling.

She looked up. If she heard correctly before, the other party should have shot.

died?Or was it caught by a heavy blow?

Epiphyllum pondered for a few seconds, but chose to go up to have a look.

Although the gangsters on the Dao are basically unwilling to deal with the Ninth Bureau-of course, many who claim to be on the Dao may not be able to reach the level of the Ninth Bureau... But Epiphyllum is an exception. Madam Jin's methods are fierce, and she can win the tacit approval of the Northern Bureau. It has existed for so many years, and Epiphyllum has more or less experience in contact with the Ninth Bureau.

Even sometimes, they cooperated with the Ninth Bureau's operations in the Northland, which can be described as a classic operation of the police and the people helping each other to create a harmonious society.

An eighth woman wanted to stop her: "Are you with him—"

But before he finished speaking, Epiphyllum squinted at him just as he raised his hand to take off his sunglasses.

The eighth woman's words were choked in her throat, and Li couldn't speak. She wriggled her mean lips with difficulty, and squeezed out a look of not knowing whether it was a smile or not.

Seeing that Epiphyllum and the three smelly men on the other side still have such a temperament, the eight women who wanted to find an excuse to vent their anger almost fell silent instantly. Epiphyllum's eyes were as cold as ice, and more importantly, a slight The hideous wound ran across her right eye obliquely, and the wound could be seen on the upper and lower eyelids.

That was the scar left by Mrs. Jin back then. In the past, she carried the Qingming Sword in her hand and swept the Eighth Street of Fengjing City in the rain.