After Becoming a Little |

For these little brothers who usually hold guns, asking them to pick up a pen and write an in-depth review is probably more difficult than getting a bullet hole in their body-at least being shot is a passive way of hurting a few times. Examination is an initiative that is difficult to complete even when the hairline of the brain cells is burned to the point of balding.

These days, which boy doesn't like to be passive?

Mrs. Jin smacked her lips and leaned back: "Old Tu, I don't blame you, I just want to know—who is so bold?"

When she said this, she had a natural expression and a smooth tone, with one point of dissatisfaction, two points of self-blame, six points of resentment, and 91 points of curiosity. She covered it up, as if she really didn't know.

Pure passers-by, don't brag or criticize, if you have something to say, just ask.

In fact, she had already known the existence of the guy code-named Satan through the mouth of her senior sister.

In the words of the elder sister, the other party is very dangerous, and the degree of danger is no less than that of the master in his heyday.

The reason why the other party avoided her was more because of other plans, not because she was really forcing her to do nothing.

The mother monster's understanding of this is quite clear. Even though he caught the other party's tail several times in Europa, it was really just the tail, and the other party's body was still shrouded in mist.

Mrs. Jin's train of thought seemed calmer - since the other party is so powerful, wouldn't it mean that the elder sister would die if she went?

But my mother's strange thinking has always been very clear-since the other party is so powerful, but still avoids her, it proves that the other party has more important interests and plans than sending herself to death.

With a layer of cake, it means that one's own actions will disrupt the opponent's plan. In the end, the real fire came, and the opponent had to temporarily let go of some important calculations and clean up himself.

But today is different from the past, thanks to the great improvement in the physical fitness of the second evolution, the mother has already made a qualitative leap, and is very confident in saving her life and escaping.

I won't die, no problem, my daughter is still waiting for me to go home for dinner, and I will go back to reunite with Ai Rulong after I finish this ticket.

Probably this kind of mentality...

So Alia was acting as a demon herself, and was murdered by her mother's monster across the long river of time-if she hadn't wanted to help her mother's monster open a new line at the beginning, where would her capital be wasting all over the place?

Use your own invincible network star?

A certain little fairy was killed so thoroughly, it can be said to be filial and caring.

But knowing the existence of the Great Demon King is one thing, and how to deal with the Great Demon King is another. Mrs. Jin is not a reckless person like her senior sister, but she is a miscellaneous person.

If the Mohist's technology is reckless, then the Miscellaneous Family is just holding on to it, and then backhanded a rare commodity to live in.

What oddity?

Back then, Lu Buwei earned Wen Xinhou with a Qin Yiren, but today I, Lu Wugou, and Alia are involved in nine rounds, it's not a problem!

Of course, Mrs. Jin would not be so stupid as to think that she could rely on the underground forces in her hands to fight against the steel demon king, although if the other party really wanted to come to the Northland, she would not mind having a big battle with the other party.

But that's just for fun at home. If you really want to work abroad, you have to watch the nine games.

What is the little tease at Fengjing Airport today?

Did it hurt Alia's body?Or did he hit the ass of the black-robed tyrant behind her?

Do not!This is not spanking her butt, this is a spanking in the face for nine innings!

It would be better to say that it is really more fueling and embarrassing. It is better to provoke Mao Fengjing's Ninth Bureau. One Dongshan branch is not enough. So many local branches that have been provoked can always be condensed into a large group. Opinion and public opinion drove the Ninth Bureau to fight the big devil to the death.

Why is this devil, I think, it must be too jumpy.

Mrs. Jin really doesn't believe that a guy who hides his head and shows his tail can provoke such a semi-official dark world violent organization at the level of a world power.

The bald director picked up his jasmine tea and took a sip. He didn't know what to say for a while, and felt a little helpless when facing the earnest eyes of colleagues from the Dongshan branch next to him.

It's common for the Dongshan branch to be worried about sending such a precious lump here, but is it true that the bald chief is relieved?

Now he can't wait for the Dongshan branch to quickly take Aliya back, it's best to hide it, hold it in his hands, so as not to provoke so many moths.

He can retire in half a year!

Moreover, there is Mrs. Jin in Fengjing, and he has not used his kindness gun for more than ten years in Taiping.

Just as he was thinking about other things, there was a knock on the door, and before the bald director could speak, he pushed open the door of the conference room.

The bald chief has a good temper, and he didn't come up with any clichés to scold his subordinates. He just frowned slightly and looked at the little girl who belonged to the intelligence department. He couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Is something wrong? Don't worry, just tell me the situation!"

"There was an abnormal car accident at Fengjing Hotel. It was confirmed that it was man-made, but it was similar to the previous attack at Fengjing Airport. The leader didn't have the slightest impression of what he had done, and it didn't seem like he was lying. Dongshan Branch Colleagues have seized each other and have transferred the perpetrators."

The bald chief stroked his half bald head and fell silent.

Mrs. Jin raised her eyebrows: "Fengjing Hotel?"

"That's right, it's the stay with the code name A...err...cough!"

The young lady from the intelligence department first answered subconsciously, and then moved her eyes to Mrs. Jin, only then did she remember the identity of this blond haired girl.

It's over, this is not my own... and the other party is the relative of the protection target code-named A!

The young lady from the intelligence department subconsciously raised the document board in her hand to block her face, she couldn't bear to look at it directly - her bonus for this month is probably finished...

Mrs. Jin stood up and patted the ash on her body: "Come on, old Tu, I don't expect anything from you, my poor baby has been here for half a day and has been targeted twice - I know you It's hard to do, so I'll send her back right away."

As she said that, she sneered a little self-deprecatingly, and murmured in a low voice: "This is still in China. It's obviously in my own home, but I was kicked out like a stray dog. What's this called..."

Then she walked towards the door of the conference room quite lonely, counting down silently in her heart as she walked.

5……4……3……2……1……怎么还不拍桌子？

"boom----"

A rather muffled sound of slapping the table exploded behind him.

The bald bureau chief put down his hand touching his head, and was pressing it on the table at the moment. The teacups on the table still echoed the ripples from the previous slap, and the water splashed slightly on the table, showing How powerful is the opponent's slap.

"Damn it... look down on me, he?!"

The bald chief slapped the table vigorously again, causing the young lady in the intelligence department to tremble with fright.

"I really thought my Fengjing Bureau was made of mud!" As he spoke, he grabbed the teacup on the table, drank the hot tea in one gulp, and spit out two jasmine flowers, his face flushed red: "Call me to shake people!" I’m fighting him today! I’d like to see who’s doing the tricks behind this—could it be possible that the reputation of Cao Datu, the tiger of the Nine Bureau of my country’s Security Bureau, is blown out?!”

Several captains of the field team got up abruptly when they heard the words, and saluted in unison with the sound of chair sliding: "Yes!"

The bald director also stood up: "But the Dragon City Flying General is in—"

"Don't teach Huma Duyin Mountain!!"

"Go, find all the people for me to work, the guys are all ready, I want them to come and go!"

Then he maintained that majestic posture, watching his subordinates file out.

After everyone else had gone out and the door of the meeting room was closed again, and only Mrs. Jin and him were left in the room, the bald director rushed to the water dispenser, scratched his throat in a hurry, poured a large glass of cold water into it, and It looked like it was about to be scalded to death.

The cup of tea just now made his tongue numb...

"I thought you were really so impassioned, did you get burned for co-authoring?" Mrs. Jin couldn't help laughing out: "It's really you, your acting skills just now were not bad."

"What kind of acting skills? I'm just really angry, but the problem is that these great guys under my hands are all flesh and blood. If you were sitting in my position, you would have the heart to let them do such incomprehensible things ?”

Speaking of which, the bald director touched his bald spot, smashed his mouth and felt his numb tongue, sighed and sat down on the sofa: "To be honest, I really want to persuade you to send that child back to Dongshan." , Dongshan Branch is one of the best bureaus in the country, and they can go up to the department and bureau level with just the field staff, but I am a bureau here, and there are several ranks behind here!"

"Fengjing is a big city after all, is it my fault?"

"Tsk, isn't this a different geographical location... and I'm retiring in half a year, and the person who will come up by then will probably be a tough guy. I have to hand over the stall to him, and I can't give him a brain. Lawsuit?"

"Don't worry, the matter won't last as long as half a year, and in another three to five days, I have to use my second girl's excuse to clean up the dog things at Nanbang... If you are a lot tougher OK, let's work together."

"Tough wrists or something..." The bald director touched his forehead, feeling a little emotional: "It's not that it's not good, but you know about Fengjing, if there is something that can make us move in the ninth round, that's it. It’s okay to say that such a trivial matter, and our supervision scope is quite large, even you have to be the group that was cleaned up—what do you say?”

He is not the kind of young and vigorous young man, and his eyes are not either black or white, and he can't rub the sand. If it weren't for this, how could he talk to Mrs. Jin here that can only be said between friends.

Mrs. Jin's style of controlling the gray area but restraining her subordinates will definitely not be able to pass the test from a strict legal point of view. For things that go together in the gray area, it may be wrong to shoot one by one, but shooting one after another will definitely slip through the net.

But so what?Could it be that if the Ninth Bureau came to suppress it with an iron fist, could it be better than Mrs. Jin's restraint now?

Originally, Fengjing was surrounded by hills, and the folk customs were aggressive. There were eighty if not a hundred so-called gray forces, large and small, monopolizing various industries such as entertainment and building materials. You have to pay tribute one by one, and when the river sand reaches the ground, the price has already been reduced by two-thirds.

Crackdown is of course useful, but people are always greedy. If you pinch the symptoms today, you will change the corners tomorrow, and those who hit the sidelines are not under the control of the Ninth Bureau. The official handling needs people to steal and get solid evidence to convince the public. Naturally, it gave the other party some leeway to beat the time difference.

If someone else had replaced Mrs. Jin, the bald director would have pulled out his gun of kindness and killed that careerist with a single shot. He couldn't say that he could get third-class merit for killing harm for the people.

But Mrs. Jin's plan is good, whether she advances or retreats, she is quite cunning and self-aware at the same time, she is not contaminated by pornography, gambling and drugs, she is horribly tough, and two-thirds of the original pumping fees are canceled and replaced by regular security fees , responsible for the other party's normal production work without being disturbed by those bastards, and there is even a special accounting firm to help take care of the messy accounts at a low price.

After Mrs. Jin got up, those messy properties in Fengjing suddenly became orderly. The original tax evasion incidents were reduced by half, and the tax revenue was almost [-]% higher at the end of the year. Who would believe it?

Coupled with Mr. Jin's capital and background, this made the officials turn a blind eye to Mrs. Jin, and even the director of the Fengjing branch who had lived in Fengjing for a long time sat with her and drank jasmine tea.

Mrs. Jin picked up the teacup and drank it down: "Since you are moving, then I won't say anything more—I'll go back first, and I have to get up early tomorrow to take the children to watch ice fishing."

"No, you should explain it to me more clearly!" The bald director spread his hands behind her: "About Nanbang, you have nothing to talk to me about?"

"What's the matter..." Mrs. Jin turned her head and came back, baring her teeth: "I only have three or two kittens left in Huanxiguan. They still dare to stretch their claws. If I don't fight them to my death, I will keep them at home to guard the gate." what?"

"...Okay, I really can't persuade you, so be careful." The bald director patted his bald head: "I'm still waiting to retire and continue to enjoy the scented tea from Huanxiguan."

"That's the tea from my aunt Bai's house. If you like it, I'll ask someone to bring you some. Let's go."

Madam Jin waved her hands without looking back, opened the door and disappeared into the corridor.

Looking at the swaying door, the bald director who has always been kind and even mediocre grabbed the copy of Alia's internal file on the desktop and looked through it again. It's not that he couldn't read it anyway. I understand, but from the lines in the files where most of the treatment has been erased, it can be seen that the words [National Treasure] are all there.

Even if this little girl was chiseled out of gold, she is not so expensive, is she?

It seems that Huanxiguan has been silent for so many years, and it can be considered that several potential characters have reappeared...

There is also the guy who made trouble—the bald director pondered for a moment, then grabbed the phone next to him: "Help me answer the general manager...it's me, Cao Datu, the director of the Fengjing Branch, it's like this, I want to apply for a batch of For equipment for special missions, I would like to ask if there is any surplus in the warehouse—yes, yes, it is very special, and now it is cooperating with the Dongshan branch... Yes——hahaha, Lao Zhao, it’s me, Lao Cao, Why are you on duty today...it's okay, I just want to ask—"

He squinted his eyes and spoke softly: "Don't we still have a few heavy infantry vehicles in our warehouse? Just the experimental VT4 or something, how many can I order?"

"..."

PS: Bear boy hunting diary: On April 2020, 4, the bear boy was not hooked, and the shark biting toy battle failed.

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 795 0778-Premonition (Not Counting Additions)

Republic · Northland · Fengjing City

One night without words, one dream forever.

Alia, who was holding Loli Xiong, yawned and got up, and then 3 minutes later helplessly explained to the Ninth Bureau operator who rushed over that she just accidentally stepped on a lighter, and the lighter accidentally ignited the curtain , the last ignited curtain accidentally set off the fire alarm, and the fire alarm very carefully turned on the indoor fire sprinklers.

To be honest, Xiong Luoli refused this.

After all, even a real bear can't tolerate the humiliation of being drenched in cold water twice in a day and a half.