After Becoming a Little |

She thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "War God?"

The other party fell into silence.

Just when the wine sister thought she had indeed remembered the wrong number, the man said, "Wait a minute, she is eating." 』

Then there was the sound of the mobile phone moving, and I could hear the voices of some crowds approaching and then moving away again. Finally, it seemed that in a secluded corner, there came the khaki-colored Yujie that Sister Jiu had heard before. mezzo-soprano.

"your phone. 』

"Who? 』

"I don't know, it was your screen name that was reported. 』

"Oh, give it to me—"

Then came the question after the other party answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?" 』

Sister Jiu had no choice but to give her name humbly, after all, she had something to ask for.

After she finished muttering, she made a very unreasonable request—the general meaning can be summed up as "may I let the maid with odd-colored eyes work at home?"

The khaki-colored sister thought for a while, and raised her own doubts: "So where is she going to work?" 』

"Uh... don't you have a hospital or something?"

"...Wait a moment, I will discuss with the tyrant. 』

After a while, the voice of the tyrant came online. It was a rather cold female voice, which complemented the deep and slightly hoarse khaki-colored royal sister's mezzo-soprano. It sounded like a good sister.

The tyrant seemed to be chewing something: "This fish is very good, do you want it?" 』

"I've eaten—the Ninth Holy Child Nain agreed to cooperate with us, but she wants to stay in her current residence. 』

"Okay, what's the problem? 』

"But if she wants to leave..."

『Please, we are positive characters, not the kind of villains who find a base to lock people up, okay? ”The tyrant snatched the phone: “Crooked?Excuse me, is it my dear ninth son Nain? 』

"...No, I'm Sigrid Ludwig, you can call me Xi Wei."

"It's too long to remember, so I'll call you Sister Jiu." ’ The tyrant looked very accommodating on the other end of the phone: ‘Please tell the Ninth Son Nain that our Republic treats prisoners preferentially. It’s okay if she wants to stay at home, but the salary is only [-]% of the original, and there is no commuting Allowance and three meals a day, any questions? 』

Hearing the flickering eyes, the maid with odd-color pupils sat up straight all of a sudden: "In terms of monthly salary, how much is it?"

"I don't know much about this... Ayu, is the salary at the Academy of Sciences high?"She is also an SSR anyway, I think it is barely enough to be an academician, right? 』

"If it's her, the base salary for a postdoctoral degree should be 15 national yuan, converted to... 230 million yen, and I'm not sure about the meal allowance, [-] per month? 』

They muttered there for a while, and the maid with odd-color pupils was also silently thinking about these things.

Who would have thought that the dignified Ninth Son of the Holy Cross would be tempted to get a monthly salary—it was never mentioned in the movie that he had to look at the details of the salary slip every month when he was a villain.

But she finally looked at the wine sister who was like an abandoned puppy beside her, and finally sighed and said nothing.

So in the end, everyone reached a unified opinion. The maid with heterochromatic pupils will start working in the scientific research department of the Ninth Bureau from next month. The salary level is equivalent to that of postdoctoral graduates of the Academy of Sciences. If there is a major invention, you can choose to cooperate with the Ninth Bureau. Corporation.

After putting down the phone, the maid with odd-color pupils and the wine sister looked at each other, as if they were living in a dream.

Is this over?

After three minutes of thinking, Ms. Nain, the ninth son of the little master of reading comprehension, gave her own answer to this question: "Hit a stick and then give a sweet date. This is the traditional art of the Republic. So she is using gentle means to tell me that my skills are irrelevant, but my attitude is very important."

Sister Jiu suddenly realized: "Is this the psychological tactic that Asians like to play?"

"Yes, this is called Duke Zhou spitting and nourishing, and the world returns to its heart."

"Have you returned yet?"

"Not yet, but it feels good. It seems that they are acceptable partners."

"So you don't leave here, is it because you have returned your heart to me?" Sister He Jiu asked - that's what's wrong with Wai Guoren, who goes straight to the point and is not reserved at all.

The maid with odd-color pupils didn't speak, but turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Ah, the moonlight is so beautiful this afternoon...

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Japan · Dongdu Suburbs · A Manor

The super big muscular brother froze in place with cold sweat on his forehead, not daring to move.

Someone from behind pointed a gun at his head: "Where is Lu Wuchen?"

The super big muscle guy tried to resist, but it was obvious that Uzuki didn’t have it. His taijutsu, which can be relied on to run rampant in the entire Shinjuku area, was blocked by the opponent in a few hits, and the opponent has not even let him see it clearly. looks.

All I could see was a flash of red in the corner of my eye.

The super big muscular Avi took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and delayed the time in a calm tone: "This... Your Excellency, if you want money, I still have a few unregistered bank cards in my pocket, you Just take it, why fight and kill?"

The man who heard the voice was indistinguishable between male and female did not speak, but pulled the pistol's percussion hammer directly behind his head, and the cold mechanical transmission was transmitted along the gun body to the back of his head, making his scalp numb .

He wasn't sure at all - the opponent's strength was stronger than his, and he hit the top with a knee before, and now his lower back was still aching.

This is not a knee, this is a pile driver...

But even so, his throat rolled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't quite hear what you just said, can you say it again?"

The voice behind sneered: "The traditional three-seven-three defense mode, two to ten minutes a shift, the gap between you is too big, now I have three and a half minutes to take care of you, if it is true It only takes 10 minutes for them to break into the manor - when you see those people, they are already dead."

At this moment, the cold sweat of the super-big-muscled brother really couldn't hold back, and he fell down in a rustle, and the back of the vest felt cold.

Then there was a small black shadow, which flashed and disappeared in the sky.

That's a drone.

A drone with an infrared camera dangling from the sky, like a passing pretty boy, at first glance, seems to know nothing about what happened in this corner.

"Oh, not bad." The voice smiled softly, and now it can be heard that it is a female voice.

The gun against the back of his head was moved away without a sound, and the super big muscle guy didn't even notice when the other party took the gun away. When he looked back, there was nothing behind him.

"..."

Then he saw hundreds of drones soaring from the manor, densely covering the sky, divided into three layers, the bottom layer was directly hung with transparent liquid in fragile glass bottles, the second layer They are dark daggers, the third layer is not really visible in the air, but they fly very high, not like ordinary civilian drones at all.

The super big muscle guy knows the origin of the third layer of drones - it was a gift from the Ninth Bureau to the little Taoist Liguang. It is a serious military experimental version made by the Republic. It is an equipment that cannot be bought with money. .

This kind of equipment, which is theoretically one level higher than the active version, is a small special combat drone commissioned by the final assembly side for the Ninth Bureau to conduct actual combat tests. In order to support the tyrant's operation this time, twenty fighters were dispatched specially.

It turned out to be useless at all—cooperating with the tyrant is really a joyful and painful thing. The joy lies in picking up loot everywhere and finding soft hands. The tyrant himself is like a bear breaking corn. picked up.

The pain is that sometimes I feel that I am a pickled fish, sour, vegetable and redundant...

In fact, the Republic’s drone technology was forced out. In the 60s, because the Soviet Union’s technical assistance was completely withdrawn, even the air force’s experimental target drones could not be produced. The poor and white Republic immediately gritted its teeth. Launched the talent skill 'independent research and development', and finally made the prototype of the current military drone, and named it Changkong No. [-].

At that time, Changkong No. [-] was a remote control target drone, which was used to be beaten. It is not like the current drones. It has high performance and low price, and it is sold out every day. No one rushed into the flagship deck of the Royal Navy of England, turned up his belly and greeted the dedicated Royal Navy officers and soldiers.

So the current England is really hard to describe.

tsk...

Although Millikin completely forbids its own soldiers to buy civilian drones made in the Republic, if they hadn’t said so themselves, many people really don’t know that even Midi, who has always had a high-tech style, likes this kind of domestic products——Milijian Jian's two-legged beasts were allowed to purchase their own individual weapons and equipment for the battlefield before this, so many times you can see those combat firearms that look like Christmas trees.

In fact, it would be better to say that it is allowed to purchase equipment independently in the future. It is just a ban on the drones of a certain Xinjiang, so it really has to be counted.

Because although Millikin has standard weapons such as the Global Hawk and the Raven, after all, it is not like in the movie that you can call it casually with a phone call. They are all allocated according to the establishment. Compared with the drones of the Republic, they are beautiful. It's too cheap.

Soldiers need nearly a thousand dollars for a camouflage uniform. This price is enough to buy a civilian version of a low-end drone. Buy one get one free.

As for why the price is so expensive...there was a scandal in Millikin before. The military procurement personnel discovered that their military uniform orders were outsourced by contractors to a company in the Republic for OEM production.

The reason why this incident was discovered was that the military procurement personnel in Millikin found that the quality of these new military uniforms was so good that the wear and tear of the soldiers dropped to an unprecedented low level, and suddenly there was a lot less order demand , and these order requirements were checked, and the problem with these clothes was discovered.

Our Millikin Marun does not have such a good quality military uniform!

It is said that after outsourcing, not only the quality has been improved, but also the cost of the contractor has been reduced by more than ten percentage points. It brazenly fought a price war with other competitors, and was reported by other contractors as a result.

Then the outsourced contractor was included in the blacklist of military procurement in the United States—as expected of the lighthouse of democracy, United States, it is really fair and convincing.

These drones flying in the sky are not high-tech products of Millikin, so the fighting power that broke out is eye-catching. The whole manor was passed by the drone swarm like a sieve. , the location of the intruder was found.

She is...behind her? !

The little Taoist nun Liguang who was sitting under the window sill to play, immediately pulled out the soft sword in her belt with shaking hands, stuffed the gossip mirror into her cuff, and flew towards the red figure who had just climbed in on the window sill with a sword.

Then she was grabbed by the other party, and the other party tore down the curtain a few times and wrapped her into a rice dumpling.

Little Aunt Li Guang's eyes widened - so fast! !

The other party's speed exceeded her expectations. In her memory, except for her own master... well, except for her master uncle, the tyrant Lu Yanqing, no one else has ever been able to explode at such a high speed.

It wasn't until it was wrapped up that the dancing flame-like figure stopped, revealing a familiar face of little Taoist Li Guang.

Mingyue Tianya Lu Wuxia.

Little Aunt Liguang rolled on the ground expressionlessly, like a ball of wool that could move on its own. After finally standing up, the ball of wool slightly lowered its head to the girl in the red skirt: "Uncle."

"The reaction was good, but the strike wasn't hard enough." Lu Wuxia looked at her sleeve with a small cut, and taught her, "You should aim at my eyes with that sword."

Little Aunt Liguang nodded, and then hopped around to lead the way: "Master is resting, she has been staying up late recently, about the matter of Master."

Lu Wuxia nodded, followed her inside, and then turned slightly sideways the moment he entered the door, avoiding a light blue soft sword stabbing at the front door.

That soft sword is like a deep spring under the moon, rippling with scattered moonlight and starlight, it looks light and light, but in fact it is so sharp that it makes people feel cold all over.

The girl in the red skirt staggered her body, turned her head, turned, and let the software flip a full circle between her face and door in a way that was almost like a routine performance, before she bullied her body and threw the Taoist nun in white who was holding the sword. fell to the ground.

For a moment, two people, dressed in red and white, with scattered temples...

Little Aunt Li Guang jumped out silently, thought for a while and then jumped back, poking her little hands out from the cracks in the curtain rolls, hooking the handle of the door, and closing the door behind her.

The girl in the red dress was pressing on the Taoist nun in white, and the winter sun outside the window was shining in, warm and slightly bright, with a moving halo.

The hair of the Taoist nun in white was spread out on the ground, and the three thousand blue silks were picturesque. She looked at the familiar face close at hand with some distress. She didn't know when this face became so strange.

Silver-white hair hangs down and falls on her cheek.

"...you succeeded?" She asked, relaxing all the strength in her body, just like lying on the big bed in the temple when she was a child, the three sisters were whispering at night, with a little fear of being discovered by the master, but with Endless whispers.

Lu Wuxia half-kneeled on her body, resting her hands on both sides of her cheeks, looking at her tired eyes, and after a while, said softly, "Well."

The two pairs of eyes were intertwined quietly, Lu Wuchen, a Taoist nun in white, showed a nostalgic smile: "When I was young, I thought that you are really amazing, big sister... One day, you will become an existence like a master... ..."

The girl in the red dress, Lu Wuxia, closed her eyes and did not speak.