After Becoming a Little |

You must know that their headquarters have never left the Europa region after going around. The current headquarters is in the Lyon region of France, and it has been held down by the Holy Cross in the early years.

Although the latter won't do anything radical to such a large Ming World organization, it's disgusting, okay?

If I have to say it, I probably can't cough it out and can't swallow it, just like chronic pharyngitis.

The field operator of the Ninth Bureau, who was called chronic pharyngitis by Interpol, waited for a while, and when the strange guy came out, he put his hand on his shoulder calmly: "Hey, brother."

The latter was startled, and looked over for no reason: "What's wrong?"

The field operator brother felt the feedback from the palm and confirmed that the opponent's muscles did not have some kind of unconscious muscle memory response, so he was convinced that he was an ordinary person.

Different people reacted completely differently after being held down suddenly.

People in the dark world have generally received military training. After being controlled, no matter how much you can cover up, it is impossible to completely pretend that you are an ordinary person. Most of the time, there will be a subconscious muscle reaction process.

But judging from the hand feeling just now, the other party is indeed a useless person at the level of a dead house, and can even be said to be the weakest of weak chickens. Not to mention the slack and weak muscles all over his body, even his reaction feels a little slow.

Caigou, can't you go to the gym for a workout?

If it doesn’t work, buy a SWitch fitness ring and paddle a few times. What is the meaning of this feeling of being hollowed out by alcohol?

The field brother from Bureau Nine thought contemptuously, apologized, and left the house.

Mr. James, a good-for-nothing business liar who didn't know what happened, shook his head, recovering from the trance.

What did I come here for... I came here...

With that in mind, he subconsciously took out his phone.

But he seemed to be looking for something by pressing the phone, but in fact the screen of the phone was moving by itself, and some strange pages popped up from time to time, occasionally mixed with some red-marked characters and pictures.

There's a woman... There's a woman... in a red dress...

A babysitter's car that just left...the order record of Taifeng Building...

The chaotic and complicated pictures reflected and flickered in his pupils, as if they were about to be imprinted in his mind, repeating them over and over again.

It wasn't until several minutes later that he suddenly raised his head and looked around subconsciously.

Oh, by the way, I came here on a whim, to see the World Expo.

And I have to taste the delicacies of the Republic, the place called what is the building-it really sounds like the place name of a church or museum.

I saw a very attractive woman on the plane before. It would be great if I could meet her again. That red dress is so beautiful, very beautiful. The other person's appearance... What does the other person look like?

Memory blurred a bit here, but he didn't care much after thinking about it for a while.

Anyway, it was just a chance encounter, so be it.

He subconsciously scratched his arm through his clothes. He always felt like his arm had been bitten by some bug, with a strange burning sensation, maybe he was allergic to something...

He dragged his suitcase out of the airport, looked at the navigation on his phone, and went to a nearby hotel.

After entering the hotel and putting away his luggage, James took off his coat in the bathroom and checked his arms suspiciously.

A little red, but there are no other obvious wounds, there is only a strange little red dot if I have to say it-it's not the kind of needle hole from a syringe, but a wound that looks like it was pressed by something. Just a little bit.

But the strange itching feeling is always lingering...

James scratched his head, took out his phone and checked what medicine could help him get rid of the itching.

Oh!Found it, silver ion antibacterial gel... Although it is a gynecological product, it may be effective for yourself?

In addition, my oral ulcers are a bit serious recently, maybe I can add an active silver ion antibacterial care spray, which seems to be very effective.

Swiping the screen of the phone dully with his eyes, James looked at his watch and subconsciously opened a seemingly normal video app.

After the software was opened, a newly released technological evaluation video popped up. The video host was demonstrating how to use 3D printed components to assemble a firearm that can only be used once. By the way, he also demonstrated how to reload the ammunition.

After watching this video with a blank face, James stood up a little stiffly, pulled his suitcase, took out a large number of personal electronic products inside, lined up on the table, and took out the tools to familiarize himself with the road to disassemble.

3D printing firearms is not a high-end technology. In the early years, there were even open-source drawings published online. This dangerous thing can only be used once or three times, and it will be scrapped after use-but even so, including the Republic and the Airlines from various countries, including a big country like the United States, still add these things to the list of security checks.

However, James has now dismantled a large number of electronic product parts, which do not look like 3D printed components, but still assembled a strange portable firearm in a crude way. It is only the size of the palm, and even the barrel It's just a normal aluminum alloy straw-this is obviously a disposable item.

For national-level military manufacturing, it is actually not difficult to make guns. The skilled workers in those villages in the Middle East can even mass-produce exquisite handmade Kalashnikovs. In terms of quality, they are not inferior to those who sell them by the ton. expired munitions.

But on the other hand, the seemingly simple manufacture of ammunition is a long-standing and difficult problem-the technical content of this thing is not high, it can even be said to be simple, and in theory it does not need the support of an overly complicated industrial system.

But ammunition is a product that requires a very high yield rate. There is no strict quality management system to manage the industrial assembly line. The reliability is not good enough, and it is almost impossible to manufacture qualified ammunition in large quantities.

Players like the Republic who have to paint their ammunition due to lack of copper, at first glance, the soil is not good, and the familiar army green paint surface with five combat effectiveness is almost nothing compared to the yellow copper shell casing. It's a shame.

But if anyone carefully studies the paint on it, they will find that it is a solid black technology, like the paint surface of high-pressure ammunition brushes, which cannot be rubbed off with a grinder.

In contrast, Millican was really stunned by environmentalists. After the incident in 05, a green ammunition replacement plan was passed, saying that lead warheads polluted the environment, so they changed to lead-free warheads—to be exact , is replaced by a tungsten core.

Later, it was found that the flight performance of the tungsten core was average. After thinking for a while, it was directly changed to copper pillar cutting, and then a steel tip was inserted into it, with a brass core and a brass shell, which is very beautiful.

Anyway, with strong financial resources, even if the price of ammunition is four times the original price, they dare to ask the gentlemen on Capitol Hill to nod, and then dual-wield fire to form a stereo...

It is naturally impossible for James to rub out these strict things with his bare hands. His special one-time gun is of course equipped with special one-time ammunition-he takes out half a box of capsules that he eats every day from the suitcase, and he will The powder in these capsules was poured out, mixed, packed together, and pressed into a copper buckle that was removed from a suitcase, which was just an ornament in any case.

The warhead is not metal, but a small glass cone with a yellowish powdery substance mixed in it.

Carefully putting the gun close to his body, James stood by the window for a while before recovering.

He looked at his hands in confusion, and twisted his stiff neck that seemed to have been bent over for a long time, wondering why he had been in a daze recently.

It must be too much pressure, and I should really relax-with the money of those stupid investors.

Thinking so, he pushed open the door of the room and went straight to the pharmacy.

The clear sky outside the window changed, and the wind howled, and thick clouds visible to the naked eye began to gather slowly, covering the sky of Dongshan City.

It's going to change...

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Dongshan City·Taifeng Building

There are many boxes on the third floor. In the antique restaurant, there is a long corridor running through the third floor. On this side alone, there are four boxes of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. On the other side, there are piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings. Arty is not enough, it can only be said to be in line with the consistent naming scheme of restaurants.

In the chrysanthemum box, a group of people were sitting, and the atmosphere among them was somewhat... awkward.

Xu Shao smashed his mouth and looked at the children in front of him—maybe they couldn't be called children, but to be precise, they should be teenagers.

The other party is a few years younger than oneself, if it is a normal relationship, then it is probably the existence of a younger brother.

It's just that their cautious appearance made Xu Shao feel as if he punched the empty space even if he wanted to express his tolerance or kindness.

Three big boys and two girls were wearing plain clothes, even a little simple, with traces of careful washing.

In comparison, Xu Shaoyi's tailor-made famous brand has a gap in texture alone.

The door of the box was pushed open, Lao Xu was talking to the people outside, he came in with a wine glass, sat on the main seat, and put down the glass somewhat tiredly: "These people... Heh, in business, they play every time, see People say what people say, and ghosts talk nonsense..."

As he said this, he looked at the juniors on the table suspiciously: "What's wrong? The dim sum before this dish is not to your taste? How about I go to remind you and serve the main course directly?"

Among the five teenagers, the leader was a big girl with a thin figure, who smiled politely: "No, it's delicious, thank you, Uncle Xu."

"Hey, thank you." Old Xu repeatedly waved his hands: "Today's meal is your brother Ah Hao's treat, don't look at him like this, he has the kind of temperament that can't get along with others, and the one who cares about you the most is usually He, do you still fit the clothes you sent over last time?"

"Well, it fits very well." The skinny big girl knew that this was just old Xu's rhetoric, but she still turned her head and nodded slightly to Xu Shao seriously: "Thank you brother Ah Hao for the clothes."

Those teenagers also nodded: "Thank you brother Ah Hao!"

Xu Shao picked up the teacup, took a sip with a slightly stiff expression, and muttered something he couldn't articulate: "Mmm...mm."

The skinny big girl thought for a while: "Uncle Xu, I think...after graduating from high school, I will go to work."

"..."

Old Xu put down the chopsticks holding the peanuts, and was silent for a moment: "Xiao Li, there are some things that Uncle is not talking about, but wants to tell you that sometimes... a good starting platform can gain greater benefits, you Going to work now after graduating from high school is nothing more than being a wage earner, but if you can continue your studies and finish university, then the starting point will be much higher."

"I know." The skinny girl nodded and shook her head again: "It's just that I seriously thought about it. My grades are not outstanding, and even if I go to college, it's just an ordinary undergraduate. At best, I can only spend more than four years. Just a diploma."

"But that diploma is a stepping stone."

"...I can stand outside the door, as long as a few of them go in." The skinny big girl said softly, "I don't have any talent myself. Instead of spending more time, I might as well—"

Young Master Xu put down his teacup: "You can go to college with peace of mind, I will pay whatever you want, including your younger siblings."

"Shut up!" Old Xu turned his head and gave Xu Shao a hard look, then turned his face and explained in a pleasant manner: "You brother Ahao didn't mean that, he just wanted you to follow the normal path of students to study, no need Worried about the stress of life."

"I understand. In fact, whether it's you, Uncle Xu, or brother Ah Hao... I am very grateful to you, and I know what you mean." The skinny big girl turned her head and touched the top of the youngest girl's head, her eyes were gentle: " It’s just that Mi En fights Mi Qiu, and now that I’m an adult, my family can try to bear it.”

As she spoke, she also looked at Young Master Xu: "Even if I work part-time, I probably won't be able to earn enough money for the few of them to go to college in the future. Brother Ah Hao will need to lend it to us at that time."

Young Master Xu frowned, but didn't say anything.

"When I was in the army with your father, it was a fateful friendship." Old Xu pondered for a moment, raised his glass and sighed: "Niece, you did this because you want me to never forget you in my life." Don't worry..."

"..."

"What kind of enmity... I owe your father too much. You think I am repaying you for the expenses of your study and life, but in my opinion, what kind of repayment is this? This is just a normal expense for your own children." Old Xu took a sip of his wine, raised his finger and pointed at Xu Shao next to him: "He has no skills, and he can only guard the family business in the future. I will give him a large part, but there is another copy. I have already written it." Yes, I will leave it to you."

"Uncle Xu." Seeing his suddenly depressed appearance, the skinny girl said somewhat at a loss, "That's not what I meant."

"Don't talk about this, don't talk about this." Lao Xu waved his hand: "I know you are an ambitious boy, and you are all good boys, but listening to Uncle's persuasion, even if it is just a stepping stone, it is better to hold it in your hand." No good, all expenses and fees are trivial—if it’s really not possible, you can help me work after graduation, or help your brother Ah Hao, be his assistant or something, just ignore his frivolous Temper, now these expenses will be deducted from your salary in the future."

"I--"

Before the skinny girl could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over, and it was not the waiter brother serving the food behind the door, but a man with a beer belly.

Old Xu frowned slightly, but immediately let go, raised his wine glass and smiled, stood up and greeted him: "Ju Sun, long time no see."

This Sun Ju himself has no ability, but his mother is a big boss here in Dongshan City, even after retiring, she still has connections and face.

Director Sun's skills were mostly spent on how to get benefits from his mother, and used her network to the fullest. Although he had no ability, he spoke in a pretentious manner, and held a high-minded attitude, but in terms of human relations, in the end Not many people are willing to offend him because of these small things.

Director Sun nodded, raised his eyes and glanced at the group of half-sized children in the treasure chest, and said with a light smile, "Mr. Xu, is this a family banquet?"

"Yes, yes, isn't it just a holiday in high school, so I quickly brought these nephews and nieces over to Dongshan to watch the World Expo, just in time." Old Xu said so, raising the wine glass in his hand and taking the lead Dry mouth: "Is Director Sun a friend here?"

"Hey, what kind of friend, a junior." Director Sun waved his hands indifferently: "His father and my wife are somewhat related, and the child calls me uncle, so I naturally have to take care of him—come on, Xiao Huang, this is Mr. Xu, the helm of the Xu Group, not to mention Dongshan City, even the whole south, he is well-known."

The image of Lao Xu to the outside world has always been gentle and even forthright with a little quack air.

Traffickers and pawns can sit and drink with him, the same table is a big boss or something, and there will be no loss of temperament. If I have to describe it, then Lao Xu is probably the kind of person who can talk to people. Old-fashioned businessman who tells nonsense.

Eat the relationship network, eat the contacts, and rely on your own face to get along.

Director Sun's position in the commercial system is not high, but the place where he is stuck is still crucial. What's more important is that the other party's mother, Yu Wei, is still there. People of the older generation have experienced many turbulent times from then to now, and the cards of favor they have accumulated are far from being grasped by young people, and no one knows what the other party has to rely on.