I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Anyway, if there is something she can do, the eldest lady will tell herself.

In the room, the sun was still shining, and even the air that had suddenly cooled down due to the conversation just now warmed up quickly.

Hua Mian stood by the window, stepping on the shiny and reflective marble floor, with her hands behind her back, standing still like a sculpture.

After a long time, she slowly said:

"It's just," Hua Mian turned her head back without any emotion, "don't you think our intelligence department is a bit too useless?"

"Miss Qingqing?"

Her voice was very soft and soft, as if it sounded directly in Mu Qingqing's heart, but it was this, coupled with Hua Mian's indifferent expression, that made people feel cold hands and feet.

Mu Qingqing felt a bit of bitterness in her heart when she heard the words, did she mean to blame her?

But she didn't have anything to explain about this matter. After all, as the direct supervisor of the intelligence department, her performance over the years was indeed somewhat unsatisfactory.

"Sorry...it was my fault."

Hearing this, Hua Mian finally turned around completely, and walked back from the window to a place where the sun couldn't shine.

Hua Mian really didn't intend to blame Miss Secretary, after all, it's already surprising that she can do this.

After all, they have to be responsible for the company's affairs, big and small, take care of themselves, and be distracted from dealing with other companies. It is already very powerful to be able to handle the affairs of the intelligence department like this.

However, the intelligence department can't just be rotten like this. In Huamian's future plans, this department is still very important.

So she chose to use this matter to have a showdown with Mu Qingqing, in order to avoid her dissatisfaction to the greatest extent.

Although in the original plot, Ms. Mu Qingqing will always stand with her.

But I'm sorry, Hua Mian is a suspicious and controlling person by nature, so as long as she is not restrained by the system, she can't easily trust anyone.

Ms. Mu Qingqing is no exception.

After hearing Hua Mian's previous complaints, Mu Qingqing felt a little depressed, and didn't notice Hua Mian's approach from the outside world, so when she came to her senses, the girl was already close at hand.

This also made her tremble slightly like a small animal.

And just before Ms. Mu Qingqing was about to say something, Hua Mian's hand gently touched her cheek, making her swallow the words again.

"It's okay." Hua Mian raised her head, and looked into Miss Secretary's eyes calmly, "I don't want to blame you for anything. I'm already very satisfied that Sister Qingqing has made it this far."

"For the affairs of the intelligence department, let's do it for now, and reorganize when I find someone I can trust."

"As for the investigation of that document, I will leave it to Sister Qingqing first."

With that said, Hua Mian turned around and walked a few steps away from Miss Mu Qingqing.

In the spacious and bright room, the white skirt fluttered slightly with the girl's movements, which also cheered up the secretary who was a little lost just now.

"By the way," against the light, Hua Mian didn't turn her head, and there was a smile hidden in her voice, "As a punishment, sister Qingqing will accompany me on a long trip later."

Looking at the insignificance outside the window, Hua Mian slowly closed her eyes.

Now, let her meet the Rebels, and Miss Wintermute who likes to make trouble for her.

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Chapter 65 Ashean Pauli

District 16.

The morning sky has no color, and the sunlight is refracted by the tall mirror wall and cast on the spacious black road.

The street was empty, and the few figures on the sidewalk turned their heads and watched the car speeding away.

Sitting on the cold red leather chair, Hua Mian looked out the window, propped her chin, and shivered slightly.

Looking back into the car, on the opposite side, Ms. Mu Qingqing was quietly reading the file that Hua Mian had passed on to her. Across the thick glass cab, Mr. Ouyang, the bodyguard and driver, was driving silently.

The limousine with the company logo was driving smoothly on the road, and no unsightly driver dared to approach the surroundings.

Compared with the previous life, in Hua Mian's eyes, the traffic here is ridiculously smooth.

In the black limousine, Hua Mian cast her eyes on her secretary with some boredom.

She was sitting opposite by the window, the thin morning light fell on her hair through the glass, and her black jade-like hair was crystal clear.

"What's wrong?"

The secretary raised her head suspiciously.

When peeping was discovered, Hua Mian didn't panic at all. She tilted her head and said with a smile:

"Nothing, just looking at you."

Mu Qingqing was slightly taken aback, her neck was stained with reddish color, she closed the file, and looked away somewhat unnaturally:

"It would be great if Missy could put this kind of leisure time on handling official duties instead of entrusting everything to me."

In the company, Hua Mian usually left all the work to the secretary.

Only a few official affairs that have to be dealt with will be handled in person.

So in sharp contrast to her leisurely life, Miss Secretary is very busy every day.

Hearing this, Hua Mian was also a little embarrassed, so she changed the subject lightly:

"Have the support troops for those three bases been arranged?"

Hearing this, Mu Qingqing also came over quickly and seriously, she put her legs together, sat upright and said:

"It's all arranged, and the person in charge over there has also notified that today's lunch time has been postponed and adjusted to 1 o'clock."

Mu Qingqing did not question Hua Mian's order, but obediently arranged it.

After all, Hua Mian has already given her many surprises, and in her opinion, it is no problem to create some incredible miracles.

And there is a reason for Huamian to arrange it like this.

From the plot, Hua Mian learned that the rebels will launch an attack at exactly 12:[-] noon.

At this time, most of the employees in the factory were having their lunch, and it would take a while to return to their combat positions to meet the enemy, and the guard posts for shift shifts obviously couldn't last that long under the fierce attack of the rebels.

After all, these factories, at the beginning of their design, did not consider the situation of being attacked on a large scale.

So at the very beginning, the rebel army broke into the main entrance of the base like a bamboo shoot, and even though it didn't take long for the base guards to react, they didn't stop the successful rebel army's offensive.

However, it seems that their purpose is not only to attack the green awn creatures, but for something that Hua Mian is not clear about.

There is no explanation for this in the game, and Hua Mian also remembers that there are no important secrets in those research bases, but some very routine research bases for cloning and synthetic human beings.

Is it possible that the rebels want the training data of human cloning?

However, the laws of Yuncheng strictly restrict this aspect, and Qingmang's clones have not broken through the boundaries of human relations, and the most abundant ones in the base are only those in vitro cultured organs.

However, even though Hua Mian didn't quite understand why the rebels wanted to grab that kind of thing.

But what the enemy wants to do is what she wants to prevent.

Therefore, Hua Mian will definitely not let those guys get what they want.

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The car began to slow down a few hundred meters away from the destination.

The ever-changing scenery outside the window slowly solidified, and under Hua Mian's gaze, the neighborhood gradually defined itself.

Glossy brick walls, holograms on both sides of the road, shadows from buildings, security windows, cans.

The door of the black car opened upwards, and the girl's perfect jade feet wrapped in white silk, stepping on small leather boots, gently touched the sidewalk.

Behind him, Miss Mu Qingqing also walked down with a frown.

She looked at the surrounding environment. This far from clean environment made her feel a little uncomfortable, and made her subconsciously feel a sense of crisis.

After all, with the young lady's delicate body, even if she took a breath of the alcohol-smelling air here, she would cough for a long time.

But looking at the back of the girl in front of her, Mu Qingqing suddenly remembered that the eldest lady is already a psychic, and her body is no longer so weak.

For some reason, she was a little depressed.

So, miss, do you not need her anymore?

"what happened?"

Hua Mian's curious voice sounded, waking Miss Mu Qingqing out of her wild thoughts.

She shivered like a frightened little rabbit, and then quickly returned to her previous mature and stable appearance, but there was still a slight redness around her ears, which seemed to be rebelliously announcing her master's mood.

"It's nothing."

Hua Mian glanced at her in confusion.

After carefully looking at it, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual about her secretary, she turned around, with the blue mask on her face behind her back:

"Then let's go."

After the car door was closed, Mr. Ouyang, the bodyguard and driver, nodded to them, and then connected to the surrounding cameras to observe what was going on around them.

With Mu Qingqing by Hua Mian's side, he doesn't need to follow his boss every step of the way.

Besides, when the two girls came out together, he was a middle-aged uncle in his 40s, and he was always a little out of place.

Breaking out of the online world, the figures of the two bosses have disappeared through the gate of the bar.

He glanced at the huge old-fashioned sign in front of him.

The man shook his head with a smile, and became wary of everything around him again.

【Floating Life Bar】

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"Jingle Bell--"

The bell pulled by the rope kept shaking, and the sound was a bit small, not even enough to penetrate the soothing music from the hall stereo.

But if it's just to let the bar counter notice the two visitors, that's enough.

It seems to be different from the early autumn with a little heat outside. The air conditioner in the bar is on, bright colored lights are hung on the ceiling, and the starry sky and replicas of precious paintings are pasted on the wall. The tense music makes people feel inexplicably comfortable.

"What do you two want to drink?"

At the bar, the waiter in a white shirt and black vest asked with a smile.

Hua Mian took Ms. Mu Qingqing to the seat in front of the bar, shook her hands, stared at the luminous wine list hanging on the wall for a while, and then slowly said:

"One serving of green awns, and one serving of boiled water."

In the bars in Yuncheng, many drinks are named after those legends or the names of the nine giants.

So coming to the bar and tasting these wines is also an indispensable part.

Ms. Mu Qingqing sat on the seat in front of the bar a little strangely, looking a little reserved.

Goodness, she had never been to such a place.

But fortunately, this is not the kind of high bar where there are dancers dancing on the stage, otherwise she really doesn't know how to maintain this tense and serious expression on her face.

"Your drink has arrived."

After the bartender smiled at the two new customers, he presented two transparent glasses.

There was the sound of clinking cups.

A cup of dark green, a cup of transparent.

Hua Mian spread her hands, pushed the dark green wine glass to Mu Qingqing, made a gesture of invitation, and said in a smiling voice:

"Try?"

Miss Mu Qingqing took a sip obediently.

Fresh, aromatic, with a very mild anise smell, like a sunset, disappearing quietly, leaving only a very light sweet and minty fragrance.

She felt that the taste was good, but in the next moment, she put the wine glass back on the table with a bitter face.

The wine was sweet at the beginning, but it became very bitter within a few seconds, and it was difficult to enter the throat. It really tortured the secretary for a long time.

The lights were dim, the wine was colorful, and the girl's face was blush like a peach blossom.

It is like the first sunshine after the rain, and it is like the blossoming of iron trees.

It added a little charm to Miss Secretary, an iceberg beauty who was originally cold.