After Becoming a Little |

A large boundary between light and darkness is strangely divided above the sky, and in the urban steel jungle at the end of the line of sight, there are dark clouds shrouding it.

The dividing line between sunny and rainy is actually a rare sight, especially in urban areas. Even high school students are aware of the impact of the urban heat island effect on rainfall. I'm afraid it can only be on the plane, passing by a certain group of cumulonimbus territory by chance.

But at this time, the urban area of ​​Dongshan City seemed to be covered by a big black hood, and the darkness was as terrifying as the end of the world.

The voice of the eldest son of the Nan family sounded from the bed behind her: "When I was a child, seeing this kind of scene, I would feel that it is a very happy thing to be able to stay at home and have fun when the rain is pouring outside."

The sky outside is as dark as the end of the world, with flying sand and rocks, and heavy rain, but through a layer of window glass, the room is still bright with familiar lights. That kind of small sense of security is indeed addictive. .

The assistant lady turned around quickly: "Master, you're awake!"

"Yeah." The young master of the Nan family propped up half of his body, and subconsciously touched the back of his head: "It's really ruthless... But thanks to her, I haven't slept so well for a long time."

He hasn't slept so long for a long time—this kind of experience of sleeping from one night to eleven o'clock the next day usually only exists in the decadent campus life of college students.

Before entering colleges and universities, they had to deal with the unfinished life of the cold window. They got up early every day facing the morning sun, walked into the teaching building under the morning dew, and then returned to the dormitory again wearing stars and moonlight, and even turned on the lamp to read at night.

After leaving college, they need to deal with aimless toil, wake up early every day with the alarm, chase the exhaust of the bus or the congestion of the high-speed rail, sit in their small and narrow workstations, day after day I am busy with value creation that I don’t know the meaning of.

Maybe there are some things that can be called entertainment at night, but when you look up at the sky, you may not be able to feel that there are no stars in the dark night of the steel jungle.

Only in the ivory tower of colleges and universities, they have matured, but they don't need to face the pressure of society and independent living. The ephemeral sweetness is like ants drowning in honey.

The youngest of the Nan family missed the days when he was a drowned ant, even earlier, but he was attached to the bed and did not want to open his eyes.

The orientation of the head of the bed is a science, just like the Feng Shui of the house, it is believed by many people.

They think that a hundred years of life is divided between day and night, running around during the day, maybe lying down or walking, maybe riding a boat or riding a car. A bed that is so familiar that I can no longer be familiar with it.

Li Liweng even said in "Idle Love Occasionally" back then that the bed is a common thing for half a lifetime. That's really apt.

The Nan family believed in this very much, so the members of their family, especially the luxurious beds, were willing to spend money, some wood that was boasted to have a calming effect, no matter it was true or not, they were willing to try it.

On the bed of the eldest son of the Nan family, he could see the window and occasionally bask in the sun, but he was not facing it.

He just sat on the bed like this, looking over the shoulder of the assistant lady, looking at the sky of Dongshan City in a daze.

"It's rare, it's rare." The young master of the Nan family sighed: "It's yin, and it's thunder... If you talk about it, you can't sleep, but if you say it, you will be pregnant."

The assistant lady blinked. She, who graduated from the Wharton School of Business at the University of Pennsylvania, could understand the sound of these words, but she couldn't figure out what the hell it was.

But compared to those small interests in literature, she still cares more about the current affairs——

"Eldest Young Master, the person who caused a conflict with Second Young Master at Dongshan University last night." The assistant pursed her lips, parted her red lips with some hesitation, and said in a harsh voice, "Yes...it was Lia Fund Ai Ru Daughter of the dragon... Arya."

"Yeah." The young master of the Nan family nodded, "I see."

"... Young Master?"

"You wonder why I didn't respond?"

"This--"

"The Lia Fund... Ai Rulong." The youngest of the Nan family shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Since I have to bow my head and admit defeat before I start, how can I react? I should have guessed a long time ago. Now, with the identity of Fuqu's cousin, even if she wants to stand up for ordinary people, the people of the Song family will not be able to do this."

"what?"

"Among the people who came last night, there were people from the Song family." The eldest son of the Nan family rubbed the back of his head: "When the other party came over, it was more of a gesture to show that he was standing by that girl... who is there?" , should the Song family take it so seriously? It is nothing more than a partner with equal qualifications. During this time, the Song family and the Lia Fund have cooperated too much."

In fact, he didn't finish his words. Expressing posture is one aspect, and there are other hidden things, which are actually contained in it, and it's just not clear for a while.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a cloud of darkness in his heart.

Mrs. Song's family is on the island of worry-free, and theoretically she will not interfere with the affairs of these juniors, so it is very likely that the person who sent someone over last night was that gentle-tempered cousin Fuqu.

It's just that her methods are so clever that she needs to review the video to understand it?

He really deserves to be a genius, the youngest of the Nan family thought, looking out the window inexplicably.

Unexpectedly, another such genius came out of the Song family.

I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing...

……

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At [-]:[-] noon, it was raining heavily in Dongshan City, but in British time, the sky was dark blue with moonlight remaining.

The empty airport is not too crowded, and the plane here happened to land too.

Dongshan rains, drenching Paris.

The British Red Dragon Queen looked at her watch and whispered to the people around her: "That's why I feel that Europa is too small. I have to adjust the time forward by an hour even though I just crossed such a distance. .”

Paris time was an hour ahead of London time, and the crowd who picked up the plane stood in the pre-dawn night, seriously waiting for the Duchess of Westminster to step down.

She doesn't move, no one dares to move.

The old housekeeper propped up a black umbrella behind her: "Your Highness, today's schedule is a bit tight."

"I know." The Duchess nodded, and after thinking for a while, she said softly, "Tell the Rosicrucians that the meeting with them will be postponed for an hour."

The old butler didn't say much, just nodded in agreement.

This may be the only small temper of this duchess - most of the time, he hopes to see this duchess with a little more human touch, but the inheritance of several generations of duchess is often more Hair arrogant, more and more indifferent.

It's like a giant dragon entrenched on the top of the mountains, looking down on the world.

"Unexpectedly, there is an orbital accelerator hidden under my nose." The Duchess looked at the romantic city under the subtle rain with some interest: "It's really not simple, that shadow..."

"Yes, we have used all our intelligence capabilities, and so far we are still unable to confirm the identity of the other party, but the current disclosure of intelligence information shows that the other party's participation is behind many historical events."

"This is a normal thing. If his identity was confirmed casually, he might not be able to exist forever, and he would have been strangled long ago."

As the duchess said so, she turned her head slightly, and the long skirt unfurled a dark flower in the air.

Her hair danced lightly, her head was thrown back, and her whole body just turned around at an angle.

A metal bullet that tore through the rain curtain and created a transparent turbulent channel in the air, from the angle of her turning, seemed to be passing by in front of her eyes—the scorching bullet was spinning, slowly reflected in her eyes. Moving forward, with the remaining red streamer.

There are raindrops in front of it, a thin drop, even because it is too small to form an oval, it looks more like a splash.The metal bullet shattered half of its body, and the water droplets turned into finer, almost undetectable flowers. After being contaminated by the temperature of the bullet, it began to boil and roll. Behind the warhead, a little trace of smoke swept down.

The speed of time suddenly accelerated after passing her eyes.

The stream of light followed her cheeks like this, and finally passed over the tip of her nose, sending out a wave of heat in the raised hair, and easily penetrated into the metal skin of the aircraft cabin door behind her——

"Du--"

The dull sound was even a bit unusual.

The metal skin was easily torn apart like a plastic film, and the warhead did not deform at all, but ran forward with difficulty, making a clanging sound of smashing some kind of mechanical structure, and finally lost power.

Inside the hole the size of a finger, there are white eyes slowly rising, which all have the sour smell of metal after being burned at high temperature.

It can be seen that this warhead does not use conventional lead or copper in order to ensure the penetration, but some kind of stronger metal.

So strong that even she dared not ignore the first shot...

The Duchess maintained that sideways posture, and raised her hand. The right palm wrapped in white lace gloves, slender and well-proportioned, just casually opened to the air.

In the next second, some kind of strange energy, wrapped in a low buzzing sound, suddenly exploded in the rain——

"Boom——————"

Visible air waves rolled in the air, like the sound barrier cloud brought up by the plane after it broke through the critical point of sound speed. It was parallel to the height of the private airliner under her feet.

After the sonic boom cloud surged forward for a while, it rolled back again and shattered in the air.

A total of six beams of light coming from different angles were fixed in this sonic boom cloud, and even brought a cloud of sparks visible to the naked eye in the rain. Looking up from the ground, it seemed that the sky stood up suddenly. A shield wall.

The next moment, the Duchess put down her palm.

Something was loosened, and the metal bullet that faltered in the air fell together with the pattering raindrops, making a slight metal collision sound on the flat ground of the airport.

Everyone raised their heads, looking at the miraculous scene, inexplicably shocked.

The Duchess walked down slowly, her voice faintly penetrated, and rang in everyone's ears: "It seems that someone doesn't welcome me."

No one answered, and no one dared to make a sound at the scene. The man in the black suit lowered his head, and only the sound of his breathing fluctuated delicately, like a ghost facing the real king in the rain.

Evil, yet humble...

When a car came, the Duchess stood there and waited for a while. When she couldn't wait for the follow-up, she shook her head bored, said nothing, and got into the car.

The convoy turned slowly and left towards the outside of the airport. The rolling wheels were crushed in the puddles, splashing a cloud of dirty water, which mercilessly splashed on the feet of the black suit welcome personnel.

No one looked up, and no one dared to say anything.

The Duke of Westminster, the owner of Westminster Abbey, the monarch of the dark world in Britain and even the entire Europa, the red dragon queen of Gazi.

In the past 20 years, she seemed to have disappeared, disappearing from the eyes of the world.

It wasn't until the holy cross bloomed like fireworks in its heyday and then closed the curtain that everyone suddenly realized that there was a certain person, a certain figure, standing there all the time.

It's just that the figure is too huge, as big as the background that covers the entire dark world of Europa, and no one can see the whole picture of the other person clearly unless he raises his head to the highest point.

So in this early morning in Paris, in the dawn and night before the twilight of the sun, the other party announced his reappearance in this way...

The Red Dragon Queen, who was considered domineering, powerful, and once reigned over an entire era, was now leaning on the seat in the car with a sickly flushed face.

In the back seat blocked by the raised partition, the old butler calmly took out a handkerchief and handed it to the Duchess: "Your Highness, do you need to rest for a while? I will take care of those things and no one will disturb you rest."

"No, I can't." The Duchess shook her head: "The last time I fell into a deep sleep, it took two full years. I don't know how long it will take this time... Although I don't want to admit it, every generation of Red Dragon successors is getting weaker. .”

Saying so, she took off her right hand glove.

The palm of the hand can be considered fair, but it cannot be said to be delicate—the mottled scars between the fingers are like the appearance of fine cuts after healing, tearing the skin that should have been beautiful to pieces.

It should not be the hand of a pampered duchess, but rather the hand of a rough hunter, or a careless cook.

Feeling the faint pain in her palm, the Duchess put on her gloves again: "Who attacked me just now?"

"I don't know, I caught a tail, but the other party didn't say anything, and committed suicide by taking poison."

"...a dead soldier?" The Duchess raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised.

In today's dark world, it's not that there are dead men. After all, in this dark jungle where money is exchanged for lives, there are many desperadoes.

But in the same way, the vast majority of people have a way out, even if they can't hang out in the dark world, with their accumulated social experience or means, they don't worry about making a living in the gray area, so they won't give up easily and squander themselves Only one life.

It is definitely not some small organization or individual that can train dead soldiers, but a rigorous, even large organization with a systematic personnel training and education method, so that a group of existing elite abilities can be cultivated by brainwashing. Talented with absolute loyalty.

Intelligence, manpower, logistics support, resource allocation, and various collaborations.

If this kind of organization is large enough, as large as the Holy Cross expects, then it is already a qualified country.

"However, although we couldn't find out where they came from, we found this thing on that person."