After Becoming a Little |

"Wow, as expected of Miss Bernice."

Director O snapped his fingers: "Great, I can finally skip the tedious self-introduction, but if you can, please call me Mr. Clown, I like this new character design more recently - I found a problem, the more powerful and dazzling Cool villains die faster, but those with their own distinctive characteristics can gain the admiration of the public, what do you think of me now?"

"To be honest, I think you look great, but you still have a head, which seems a bit redundant."

"I like your evaluation, Miss Bernice, you are so kind to me."

"So, Mr. Clown, who sent you here? Let me think...Morgan? No, they're not used to doing this kind of thing, Dupont? Not right, Dupont would have planted a bomb directly under this building - Hunter ? Duncan? It can't be Macmillan, can it?"

"No, no, no—shh... Be quiet!"

Mr. Clown raised his hand to stop Miss Bernice from asking. He unplugged the earphones, closed his eyes and listened to the music on the player, gesticulating his fingers nervously like a conductor of a symphony orchestra: "What a wonderful sound of music... Did you hear that? I've been learning about music lately, and it's been really cool—do you know what this is?"

"The fourth movement of Dvořák's Ninth Symphony From the New World." Miss Bernice answered without hesitation.

"Oh, hell...I heard it at the opening ceremony of some horticultural expo in the Republic. Isn't this the bureau anthem of the Bureau of International Exhibitions? Thanks to my hard work, I found a replay and recorded it on TV for a long time."

Mr. Clown seemed to have lost interest in music all of a sudden. He looked at the player in his hand, sighed, pulled a grenade from the waist of a subordinate next to him, and wrapped the two things with the headphone cable Together, pull the tab and throw it straight out the window.

【boom----】

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and a faint din came up, but it stopped abruptly after a while.

"If you want to use this method to show that you have controlled the situation, put pressure on me, and make me give up resistance, then there is no need." Miss Bernice squirmed and changed to a more comfortable side lie Posture: "I am a person who can't bear the pain. I can give you what you want. It is easy to discuss, but you have to let me go and tell me who you are here for."

"I came for myself." Mr. Clown untied her shackles very eloquently: "After all, the great Miss Bernice also lost her hound... Director G's death is what you need to come to Japan The reason?"

Miss Bernice made no objection, for he was right.

Behind the Gate of Truth are the top chaebols and various financial families in Millikin. These interest groups control politics, control the strongest country in Blue Star, and of course control the dark world order of this country.

Just like what Miss Bernice said at the very beginning—the people in the dark world are all hounds who move after hearing the news.

And she is a hunter with wealth.

The 24 directors represent different forces, and the G directors represent their interest group.

It's just that he was eating hot pot and singing, and he had surrounded Gao Tianyuan Mountain last second, and he was about to make a lot of money, but he didn't have any signs, and Gao Tianyuan directly collapsed.

The other bosses at the Gate of Truth almost laughed out loud while hiding under the covers at night.

It's good to die together!The more deaths, the fewer people will share the cake. When the new director takes over, he will just wait to eat farts.

Seeing her changing expression, Mr. Clown smiled kindly at her, like a night owl tweeting: "Now Miss Bernice, do you understand what I mean? Transfer all the authority of Mr. G to me, I'll just... I'll leave you a whole body."

Everyone is a smart person, don't say silly things like letting people go.

Miss Bernice's eyes flickered: "It takes at least 24 hours to transfer the authority of the door of truth. Are you sure you will hold me hostage for a full 24 hours? As long as I lose track of me for more than an hour, someone will search for it."

"Try it, try it, what if it can be done? By the way, if you can, please transfer the internal authority of your Mellon family - awesome! I mean this expression of yours, It's just amazing, it's like a work of art..."

As a compound commercial wealth family mainly in the financial industry, the internal management system of the Mellon family has been advancing with the times, and now all are limited by a complete set of terminal control systems, which can ensure the efficiency of the entire family business run.

But even if there is a code with the highest authority, it must be used by recognized internal members of the Mellon family, which to a certain extent avoids losses caused by the leakage of the authority code.

So it is useless for others to take this thing, unless it is one of your own.

Miss Bernice's expression changed again and again, and after a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes and showed a dazed look: "So it's like this... There is a traitor in the Mellon family, no wonder you were able to solve my security team quietly ...Let me think about it, is it my useless uncle?"

"Yes, that's right, it's him."

Mr. Clown sold his collaborator without hesitation: "He said that as long as he gets your executive authority, he will give me some properties that can be divested. That's a lot of money—a lot of money, how could I refuse? But we can cooperate, you give me the permission code, I will help you take revenge on him, I can even help you clear up the entire Mellon family, and let them all go to heaven to accompany you~"

"...You still have direct descendants of the Mellon family under your control?"

"Ah - who knows, maybe it's an illegitimate child or an illegitimate daughter. You rich people, with such chaotic private lives, will always find such a suitable candidate. I'm not in a hurry, really." Mr. Clown shrugged, It means that you slowly make up your own mind.

Miss Bernice took a deep breath, stood up and rubbed her wrist: "Okay, I agree to give you the permission code, but I have a few requirements."

"You say first, I agree with everything in principle. Although I am the one who sets the rules of the game now, I still respect you." Mr. Clown bowed and saluted. This time, his demeanor was like a strict butler.

"First, I want to finish this sushi feast. After all, I only have 24 hours to live, so I can't be treated harshly. Otherwise, what is the value of my 24 hours? Prepare for me A bottle of Harlan Wine, Harlan Estate Winery, Napa Valley, Michigan."

"Yes, of course you can—but I would like to ask, why not choose a more famous brand? Harlan Winery is just a young California winery." Mr. Clown pulled a towel on his arm, Binbin Offer your suggestions politely.

"This is my personal preference. Why isn't the red wine from Milan better than that from Italy or France? Don't ask, just prepare it, and I'll have it within an hour."

"OK, I'll let someone prepare it, is there anything else?"

"Second, you can't hurt my guest. You can detain her for up to 24 hours, and then let her go. There are some game rules that you can't make. That's a custom. Of course, you can also try to ask her for a a ransom.”,

"It's hard to say. I need to communicate with this beautiful lady later before I can make a decision-is there anything else?"

"Third, kill the man who hit me just now."

"Who?" Mr. Clown seemed to have noticed the slap on Miss Bernice's face only now: "Oh my God, Satan! Someone disrespected you? Who! Who - stand up!"

He reached out and grabbed the gun of the person next to him, and angrily slammed the shuttle halfway towards the sky. The violent gunshots resounded throughout the room: "I'm going to kill him! Who is it?!"

Everyone subconsciously looked at the leader man, so Mr. Clown also looked over, staring at him for a few seconds, his tone turned cold: "Is that you?"

"...Yes, it's me."

"Wow--"

The scorching muzzle of the gun that had just finished halfway through the shuttle hit his forehead like this, and the mask on the leader's head was pressed by the gun muzzle like a branding iron, making a sound of "呵呵——" There was a fine white smoke.

"You hit my most honorable guest?" Mr. Clown asked him viciously: "You want to die!"

But the man in the team only dared to close his eyes tightly, clenched his fists with both hands, and waited for death stiffly: "It's my fault, sir, it's all my fault."

After a stalemate for a while, Mr. Clown smiled and lowered his gun: "Just kidding, she obviously wants to use this method to provoke the relationship between me and you. How can I be so stupid? You are all me!" Faithful men, especially you, Will, my good brother, we have worked together for so many years."

"Huh..." Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, the leader's cold sweat almost soaked the entire mask, his chest heaved, and his eyes were moved.

Mr. Clown looked at Miss Bernice: "Since you don't want to see him, then just let him out-you go to the corridor and guard, and don't let anyone in."

"Yes!" The team leader nodded heavily, then turned and walked out of the corridor.

But the moment he just left the door, there was a sudden sound of gunfire behind him.

"Da da da da da da da -----"

As if struck by lightning, the team leader was struck forward by the impact of the metal bullet and fell to the ground. After struggling for a while, he stiffly wanted to raise his head and look behind him, but he struggled to raise his neck half way up, and finally he was still powerless. Limp on the ground, without a sound.

The body armor on his back was full of bullet holes, and blood oozed out between the lower body and the neck not covered by the body armor, flowing slowly on the ground, gathering into a pool of dark red scars on the ground.

"Sorry, I suddenly changed my mind, you'd better die."

Mr. Clown waved the gun in his hand: "What I hate the most is a robber who makes his own opinions like you. Be a gentleman! Be demeanor! You actually hit the honorable Miss Bernice, oh my god...you lost control of power awe."

Then he made up again: "But you don't dare to do evil outright, why don't you send all other boring people to hell and let them meet Satan? I'm talking about you! You—"

As he spoke, he pointed the gun at Lianhua, who was so frightened that he subconsciously stepped back, but still gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, just looking at him without giving in.

After staring at each other for a long while, Mr. Clown possessed himself and tore off the tape on her mouth, moved the gun muzzle closer to her, gently pressed against her eyebrows, slowly pressed his fingers on the trigger, and finally slammed With a loud shout——

"boom!"

Lianhua trembled suddenly, her breathing became short of breath, her face turned pale.

"Hahahahaha... I like your eyes, really, your eyes are so beautiful." Mr. Clown touched the eye sockets under his mask, with a little regret between his brows: "But I want to destroy it even more." it--"

"Is it necessary?" Lianhua asked suddenly.

"What? Your eyes?"

"No, is it necessary to tease me like this?" Lianhua sat up straight and calmed her heartbeat: "I'm not interested in your internal struggles, and you probably don't want to provoke the forces behind me."

"...You're right, but I'm not happy, I hate your confident look—you! And you! You two can play with this lady, as long as you don't die." Mr. Clown ordered two A tall black man waved his hand casually.

"It's not a wise choice. To be honest, women will feel more comfortable doing those things. I can completely treat it as going out to find two ducks." Lianhua raised her eyes and stared at him, her voice trying to keep calm.

She looked at Mr. Clown vigilantly: "I don't know what family or family you belong to, and I don't want to know. You are obviously winning with a big advantage now. You just need to imprison me and do nothing. After 24 hours, I will naturally I won’t trouble you again, after all, my family is just a business family—do you think it’s a good deal if you insist on using this method to create another enemy?”

"..."

Looking back at Lianhua quite unexpectedly, Mr. Clown put on a more serious look: "You are very reasonable, but why should I listen? To put it bluntly, your family is just a business family. Although the purpose is profit, profit is not the means, violence is."

In fact, the more than 20 shields that Aliya put on Lianhua are still functioning normally at the moment, and they will be activated as soon as they use violent means. I am afraid that we will have to see what is the Blue Star Continent? Get real violence.

At this time, Miss Bernice, who had been watching coldly for a long time, raised her head slightly: "I said, she is my guest, and she can't even protect her own guests. What's the need for the Mellon family to exist? You just kill her." me."

After staring at Miss Bernice for a few seconds, Mr. Clown nodded and raised his hand as a sign of surrender: "During these 24 hours, you are still the queen."

As he spoke, he threw the gun in his hand back to his subordinates, grabbed the towel, wiped his palms and threw it on the leader's body: "Give him a pension of 500 million. Unfortunately, your captain died in battle. Starting today... you, yes, you are the team leader, and all of you can get a bonus of 50 yuan, do you understand what I mean?"

"……Yes!"

The armed men, who were still a little sad about the death of a rabbit, forgot about the death of the leader man in a blink of an eye. The two dragged his body out like a dead dog, and the others continued to be vigilant.

Mr. Clown spread his hands to Miss Bernice: "I have seen him as a dislike for a long time, really, but he has never made any mistakes, so I can't deal with him casually... You know, Millican is a dish In a free country, normally I should let him choose a way of death that he likes—”

"But!" He opened his hands as if showing himself to the audience, and his tone was full of compliments: "In order to satisfy your honorable wishes, I am willing to pay any price, as long as you can cooperate well with me, we will get what we want Yes, okay? Don't make it harder for me."

"That's right, a great way to deal with it..." Miss Bernice applauded gently: "The permission code for the first stage is a combination of numbers and letters. Bring a pen and paper, and I'll write it to you."

"No, no, no, we should eat first. I'm sorry to disturb the banquet between you and your guests, Miss Bernice. You still have half an hour to eat, and then we have to leave here and go to a very safe place."

Mr. Clown made a gentlemanly salute: "In addition, I have already obtained the permission code of the first stage. Now you only need to give me the permission code of the second stage."

"?!"

Miss Bernice's pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes flickered violently for a while. After taking a deep breath, she showed a bright smile: "It turns out that besides the Mellon family, there are also people in the door of truth. Cooperate with you... I can understand you, even if I have such an opportunity, I'm afraid I would like to do something."

"Thank you for understanding, anything is possible, isn't it?"

Mr. Clown wrapped his arms around himself and sang in a mournful aria: "To be or not to be , that's a question~"

"..."

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The corner of the fourth floor of the building.

The trio, who were suppressed in the corner, fell into a predicament with no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go.

The gunshots were not violent, but the number of opponents was too large and the equipment was too good. This steady and steady posture of fighting every step of the way was better than those violent postures with beach flower shirts open and AK above their heads, "I will teach you how to press the gun today". It made it even more difficult for a professional like Muscular Sister Gui Aige.

After all, the 15 times AK pressure gun can also detonate the opponent's dog's head. Those who are either extremely masters or cheats will make people die quickly and easily, and there is no way to resist.

Other than that, it’s vegetable chicken——of course, you can fight back with joy and lick your bag happily.

But these outsiders are neither rookies nor top experts, they are simply too many people to kill elephants, which makes the muscular sister Gui Aige such an elite hairy girl with a pale face and a lot of pressure.

Inside the room lay the corpses of several heavily loaded operators. Thanks to these transportation team members, Muscular Sister Gui Aige got a weapon with the power to fight back.But reality is not a game. It is impossible to fight with others in the hail of bullets like Laura, and it is impossible to breathe back blood like COD, and it is not like a small pistol in a shootout movie with the ammunition capacity of a heavy machine gun.