After Becoming a Little |

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"In addition, I will go there in a few days. You can bring more people and arrange it over there. A few children go to play to ensure safety, and don't be disturbed by those smoky guys." Between words, Mrs. Jin narrowed her eyes slightly. Open your eyes, with a cold light in your pupils: "By the way, let's clean up the mess..."

Gyeongbokgung Palace and Gao Tianyuan act in a similar style. In the Nanbang area, the other party exists as an umbrella in a gray area. Compared with Gao Tianyuan, who uses various shrines as nodes in the Honko area to ensure regional order while suppressing polar forces. Fukumiya's methods were much cruder.

Although the other party is also a semi-official organization of the same type as the Ninth Bureau, their understanding of maintaining order is still at the point of "I don't care as long as it doesn't make trouble on the bright side." Nanbang's gang forces stabbed each other. It doesn't matter if blood is spilled in rivers, as long as the matter is not quarreled to the level of public opinion, they dare to collect money with peace of mind, regardless of other things.

Many times, gang forces doubt the meaning of the existence of these gangsters—compared to Gao Tianyuan, Gyeongbokgung Palace is simply a model of taking money and doing nothing, which is extremely embarrassing.

If there is a conflict between the extreme forces in this book, you can ask Gao Tianyuan to mediate. If some normal operating companies pay security fees but are still harassed, Gao Tianyuan will even reduce the dimensionality and suppress those small forces that are disobedient and messy. So as not to damage your own happy farm.

After all, the palm of the hand is the cow raised by oneself, and the back of the hand is the sheep raised by oneself. They are all high-quality ingredients, and the water should flow long.

But Gyeongbokgung Palace is not, not only not, they even help those gangs who give more money to stand on the platform, and the ones who get hurt in the end are naturally the bottom working people, and the income of small traders is almost one-third One of them will have to be searched by this group of people.

Mrs. Jin didn't mean to be a savior to save them. Her influence was only to protect the people of the Republic in the trade between the two sides. After all, the trade in the border area was frequent, and there were many small traders from the Republic in Nanbang. Gyeongbokgung Palace was not so good. To play with these people's ideas, and even beat those gang forces a little bit so that they don't break up too much and extend too long.

What they said was to give the Ninth Bureau a face, but if the Nineth Bureau didn't want such a face, they wouldn't know. Anyway, they didn't even get a response, which seemed to be a bit of disregard.

Mrs. Jin fought with the other party's gang forces, and she had always pulled the banner of the Ninth Bureau, and also pressed them to rub against each other.

It's not that Gyeongbokgung Palace has never confronted her before, but she can't make a big show of it and doesn't have the ability to slap her backhand to show her power. She was poked by Mrs. Jin several times and her hands were covered with blood, and she stalemate without embarrassment—Epiphyllum Perennial Just wandering around in these places, she is more like a person from the dark world, not like a simple gray area double bonus red stick.

The Fengjing branch has never intervened in related matters, but sometimes Gyeongbokgung summoned up the courage to launch a big AOE move or something, but Mrs. Jin was able to predict and transfer all the staff away, causing them to punch In the air, it is a waste of work.

After coming down again and again, Gyeongbokgung Palace also understood one thing——

The Ninth Bureau does not intervene, but those hanging people are definitely watching!

If they hadn't shared part of the convenience of the intelligence system, would it be possible that Mrs. Jin would still be able to count?

As a result, over the past ten years, everyone has survived the fights and quarrels, and it has become what it is now, with a tacit understanding of fighting with each other - but now Mrs. Jin doesn't want to talk to them about tacit understanding, and is going to take the lead Flip.

Aunt Zhuzao nodded and said yes, and began to plan the itinerary in three to five days. While they were discussing these topics of beatings and killings, several cars drove to the edge of the lively venue, but this time it was not Mrs. Jin's men who got down , but her husband.

Mr. Jin didn't have much communication with Alia, but he still remembered the girl's appearance after meeting him a few times. He found the group of boys and girls in the crowd with just one glance, and then pointed in the direction of one of them, talking to the people around him. The man chuckled and said, "Did you see it? It's the girl with the red ribbon on her eyes."

Uncle Liang blinked, a little puzzled: "This is... what kind of game?"

"No, she has a problem with her eyes, but it's not permanent. The doctor said it won't take too long to recover." Mr. Jin sighed: "If it wasn't for this, how can we rest assured that she is standing here? Let her go everywhere to seek medical advice."

"That's good... that's good..." Uncle Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled: "Speaking of it, it's the fault of the development of the times. At that time, the family planning made it so that even the eldest sister and the second sister had only one child. Where it makes people jump."

"I wanted to have two more at the beginning, but Wugou... well, giving birth is such a hard job for a woman, anyway, I can't bear to let her conceive again, that girl Chashao is sensible, she came out without much delay , but I heard that Xiaoya didn't want to come out at the beginning, so she almost took the elder sister in."

"...The hell is closed. Fortunately, there is a caesarean section now." Uncle Liang shook his head and stopped bringing up this topic: "I'm not sure whether I will have a child in the future, so let nature take its course."

"You still have to give birth to one, or when you get old, you will know how hard it is to be alone." Mr. Jin looked at his watch: "Let's go, say hello to the children, and go back to have lunch later Let’s get to know each other better at the time——Let me tell you, when you meet the elders at the dinner table, there is at least one dish you can chew to buffer yourself, so it’s not so embarrassing. If you have to occupy the children’s time while playing, they won’t I like you Uncle Liang who came out of nowhere."

"No, brother-in-law, why do you still understand this?" Uncle Liang said in surprise, "You're not trying to fool me, are you?"

"Why am I bluffing you? You have few relatives in your family. When I was young, I followed my father to put them on display. During the Chinese New Year, it was exhausting... There are also some things that my daughter told me. This is the benefit of having a child." , at least I have one more junior who has to communicate with me no matter how much I complain, who made me her father?"

When Mr. Jin said this, the tone of his tone was raised, which seemed to show off his daughter.

Uncle Liang laughed and shook his head. He grew up watching Jin Char Siew, and understood how reliable and outrageous she was to her parents.

But when they were walking forward, suddenly from the direction of the boys and girls, there was a loud and loud crowd shouting, which was also mixed with some kind of sharp and panicked hiss, which made people suddenly startled. ——

"The child! The child fell! The child!"

"Falled in a hole in the ice, caught in a trawl-stop! Stop!"

Mrs. Jin in the car pushed open the door and jumped out. On the side closest to the crowd, there were already people lying on the ice, frantically brushing off the snow on the ice, and following the ice rolled forward by the machine. Down the trawling net, anxiously looking for the child who was caught in it.

It took several seconds before everyone found the conspicuous red hair band under the thick ice.

But in their line of sight, the owner of the red headband had already struggled to loosen the shackles wrapped around the trawl net, and slowly sank down into the invisible abyss...

PS: There was another earthquake today, and I was shocked.

PS2: I have been busy for a day, I have nothing to do tomorrow, and I will continue tomorrow.

Chapter 798 0781-The wind and snow on the river go west, and the purple air in the black robe comes east (for G_Tenko3/7

Shouts of panic erupted all of a sudden.

Some of us ran forward, some subconsciously backed away, and some lay on the ground anxiously looking for the figure under the ice, but what we could see was the deep and dark bottom of the water, and the bottom of the ice that was constantly moving towards the bottom. Fishing nets moved forward.

After a few more seconds, the fishing net under the ice stopped - someone stopped the machine that was trawling the net on the other side.

Ice fishing in Fengjing is done on the ice surface of the original Northland River. The waters here are long and wide. The ice layer in winter is thick enough for thousands of people to walk freely on it, even if it is a large truck with a load of tens of tons. Rolling over from above is not afraid of sinking. It is conceivable how thick and strong the ice is. Even if the ice is fished, it takes a long time to work with a machine to make a vertical hole the size of a bucket and put the trawl net down.

After these trawl nets are put down, they will go down the river water under the ice surface, and people who also drilled ice holes in the downstream will pick up the buoys, and then use manpower to pull the entire large sheet covering several kilometers at the other end. The net is pulled straight - now the manpower has been changed to a machine, and the winch is electric, so the natural force and movement are much greater.

The vertical hole that was opened was not spacious, and there was still ice residue on the edge, which was not round. Under normal circumstances, even if someone wanted to jump in, it would be difficult, and they might be stuck in it, but no one expected it. It was a child who just got caught up in it.

There was a woman crying and howling words that didn't make sense, her voice was sad——

"I told her not to catch that fishing net before! I said it before! She insisted on catching it! I said it before!!"

The old fisherman was so angry and impatient, his hands were shaking, he shouted loudly: "Down the net! Down the net! Roll the net back!"

However, those who just saw the child fall from the net into the bottom of the water all looked at each other and fell silent, their expressions became very ugly, and they didn't know what to say.

Aliya's voice sounded, but only among the few friends around: "Drive people away, don't waste time here, Li Guang!"

The Tairuo Mountain Sword was preserved by Li Guang's Little Stewed Chicken Noodles, but obviously she didn't bring it out.

No one knows where she put the epee that needs to be kept in a heavy lead sword box, but fortunately, the Qing Ming sword is still on her back as a spare.

Hearing the words, the khaki wild man took a deep breath, exchanged glances with Brother Qiangqiang, and began to disperse the crowd of onlookers who gathered around him for unknown reasons. The former even grabbed an electric horn with his hands and shouted: The face is in danger of cracking! Everyone back up! Turn around! Go back!"

The eager look in his tone seemed to be real.

If someone fell into the water here, there might be more people watching the fun, but once the ice cracks here, it will be like shouting for fire downstairs, after all, more people will pay attention than simply shouting for help .

This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is purely due to the nature of seeking good luck and avoiding disaster.

Mrs. Jin strode over and said in a deep voice, "Someone fell?"

In her line of sight, the little nun Liguang had already pulled out the Qing Ming sword in an area downstream from where the child fell, raised it high, and pierced it hard into the ice.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The hiss of the friction between the sharp metal edge and the solid ice layer made people's teeth sore involuntarily. However, after all the three-foot green sharp edges of the Qingming Sword pierced in, the little nun Liguang still didn't feel the feeling of piercing through the ice layer. , the wooden little face couldn't help but become serious, and his eyes were a little ugly.

Too thick……

She pursed her lips and let go of the Qingming sword, took out her gossip mirror and clicked it a few times, then held the Qingming sword again, and pulled the Qingming sword forcefully, as if using an iron spoon to hold the Qingming sword. The half-cut watermelon was swirled to dig out the flesh, but the ice was ten times harder than the watermelon, and it was very difficult for the little nun Liguang to exert force. If the Qingming sword was not sharp enough, I am afraid It is difficult to move an inch.

But even so, it is not easy to dig a hole in the thick ice thick enough for a truck to drive through. After the hole is dug, the child may not be here—the river under the ice is still raging, and even more so. The big possibility is that the child has rushed further along the current.

Just as Little Aunt Li Guang gritted her teeth and tried her best, two voices rang out at the same time.

"I come!"

"Pocket! Go help—"

The former is Mrs. Jin, and the latter is spicy chicken shreds with a serious face.

Mrs. Jin lifted her overcoat with a sullen face, revealing her well-proportioned figure under the army green padded jacket, her blond hair fluttering in the cold wind, her not strong figure gave off a somewhat majestic feeling like a mountain out of thin air.

The little Taoist nun Liguang stepped aside, Madam Jin reached out and held the Qingming sword she was all too familiar with. Unscrewing, accompanied by the splash of ice, an ice top with a height of less than half a meter was unscrewed out of the thick ice layer. Turned around in the empty space, and stopped just like that.

Then a foot stretched out and stepped on the thick ice that was cut out.

Mrs. Jin raised her eyes, and she caught a glimpse of a woman wearing only a simple windbreaker. Under the windbreaker, a tight-fitting leather jacket outlined a seductive curve. Her slender legs stepped on the ice with one foot and the other on the ice. On the hard ice next to him, he straddled his legs.

"... Make way." Poseidon Boji looked at the woman he had met twice, and reminded softly with a cold expression: "I will hit you."

Mrs. Jin frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything, she just got up and moved away.

The next second she got up, something in Poseidon's long boots opened abruptly, and the sharp metal parts flipped out like a blade, and at the same time it tore the boots, it bounced off violently, like a spider's foot. He chiseled on the cut ice block and fastened it firmly.

Almost at the same time, the leather jacket on the calf was also torn, revealing several miniature nozzles, the white jet flames were inconspicuous in the clear sky, and the heat wave rushed out obliquely towards the surrounding air, that The distorted scorching air and the suddenly steaming water mist were clearly discernible, and the powerful propulsion turned into a pulling force at this moment, acting on the solid ice that had nowhere to exert force.

Her left foot was supported on the ice, and the large piece of ice that was firmly grasped by her right foot was dragged and lifted violently, like a rocket carrying a large package when it was launched, accompanied by a not light spin body, the large piece of spinning top-like ice was pulled up, and it was thrown obliquely on the ice surface beside it, and it slid away with a muffled sound, drawing a conspicuous white cut on the ice surface. There are also shallow rolled ice balls on the edge.

Aunt Zhuzao stared at this scene dumbfounded, her sunglasses slipped down slightly: "So powerful? Iron Man, this..."

Under the cut hole, there was still half a meter of solid ice. Mrs. Jin pulled a rope from the side and tied a knot at her waist. She was about to jump down with the Qingming sword in her hand, but Aunt Zhuzao quickly caught her. Grabbing her: "Madam! Madam, don't be impulsive! Let me go!"

Poseidon Poseidon next to her took off her windbreaker and jumped into the pit. The prosthetic legs, which were already shining silver-white metal, suddenly made a loud noise, breaking a layer of ice, causing her to sink into the ground. Half a head smaller - but not enough, the ice has not been completely broken through.

Spicy chicken shreds frowned at the side: "I knew it was so thick, I might as well go straight down from the original hole over there!"

But that being said, she also knew that the vertical hole over there was used for fishing nets. Of all the people present, only Aunt Li Guang could get in, and she also had to guard against the risk of being caught by the fishing nets and the danger of being caught on the ice. How to find people all the way down the rushing river.

Compared to wasting time there, it would be easier and quicker to re-open a big hole in the downstream area here.

Although this simplicity and quickness are relative - the people over there are still dragging the fishing nets in a hurry, and some people also want to dig a hole to save people, but so far the hole-drilling machine has not been able to be erected, and the people around The person who was wielding the iron chisel vigorously to dig the ice only reached less than a fist deep, and the cracked ice balls were covered in the hollows dug out, and it seemed that there was no progress.

Poseidon Poseidon had a hesitant expression on her face. If she opened her feet with all her strength, she could break the thinned ice surface here, but that would easily cause a chain reaction, causing other ice surfaces to actually crack— —Compared with saving people, ensuring that spicy chicken shreds will not encounter safety hazards is her top priority.

But before she could react, the little Taoist nun Liguang had already taken off her little yellow duck padded jacket, and even the Taoist robe inside, and the seemingly light Taoist robe smashed "Ding Ling Dang Clang——" on the ground. Strange sound.

As soon as Madam Jin shook Aunt Zhuzao away, Aunt Zhuzao hugged her like a lump of brown candy, dragged her out desperately, and called for help while she was pulling: "Hold Madam! Who the hell, go get some help!" Ah! Are you blind?! Big girl, hurry up and grab your mother! I'll go down!"

While talking about it, she really twisted her body and wanted to go to the ice hole, but in the end, Mrs. Jin turned around and grabbed her with twitching eyes: "Come back! Are you going down to seek death?!"

The little nun Liguang jumped up and snatched the Qingming sword from Madam Jin. The latter almost subconsciously slashed the sword with her backhand. Seeing that it was her third girl, she struggled to hold back her strength, but she saw the child get the long sword. The sword followed the trend and fell into the hollow, and stabbed the long sword in his hand with his backhand.

"Li Guang!" Mrs. Jin looked at the little figure in single clothes, and shouted anxiously: "Come back—"

Aliya on the side raised her eyelids, and faintly poured out a bit of scorching breath, but in the end she still couldn't fully open them.

Listening attentively to the scene around her, she seemed to be looking for something, then she clenched her fists slightly under the hem of her clothes, stepped back calmly, said something to the khaki wild who came back, and took off her clothes. His own coat and figure flashed back and disappeared into the crowd.

Everyone who was attracted by the rescue failed to notice her disappearance, which suddenly reduced her sense of existence. Only Lianhua glanced back subconsciously.

Xiong Luoli rolled her big eyes, and gently scratched Ai Ge's hair. The latter looked sideways at Xiong Luoli sitting on her shoulder, and then listened to the other party's advice as he bent down and whispered in her ear , took a step to block Lianhua's side like an iron tower, just covering the sight of several Ninth Bureau operators.

Listening to Xiong Luoli's whispered words, Lianhua pursed her lips and took Aliya's coat from the khaki-colored Kuangfang hand, put it on her body, put on the hood behind her head, and the slightly flying hood was windproof and fluffy Covering her cheeks, in the faint howling wind with light snow, at first glance she thought it was Alia herself.

The khaki wild and strong brothers looked at each other, one left and one right blocked the changed lotus in the middle, Xiong Luoli looked up and down, took off her down jacket and let her sister hug her in front of her, blocking the The most glaring difference.

Hmm... At first glance, they are almost [-]% similar—thanks to the fact that the down jacket doesn't show off your figure, otherwise you won't be able to hide it.

In the hollow, the little nun Liguang shot like lightning, while holding her breath, she fluttered around like a butterfly wearing a flower, twirling around the sea god Bo Ji, stabbing seven swords in the ice layer one after another, each time The sword pierced through the ice layer and did not reach the bottom of the river. The river water contaminated by the sword tip turned into ice crystals in an instant.

These swords seemed to be used for blasting. After she finished her busy work, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, took out two special material belts that were only finger-wide, handed one to Poseidon Boji, and tied the other to the sea. own waist, and then threw the other end of the belt far away and nailed it to the ice as a mark for others to tighten.