After Becoming a Little |

Their plan back then was to capture the immortal sister, the God's apostle who walked in the world, and turn the immortal sister into the immortal sister sauce.

See if you can kill one of her and cultivate thousands of her.

Everyone knows the final result. She failed to cultivate a member of the Real Gate who was chopped off by her tens of thousands.

Stealing the chicken won't cost a warehouse of rice, it's like throwing talcum powder into the rice tank.

In Jenny's father's research theory, human beings, like ordinary creatures, have the potential for evolution—just like the reason why human beings evolved into the current human beings.

Theoretically, in the future, human beings will also evolve into a more suitable survival posture, constantly fine-tuning their own evolutionary route.

However, special intelligence and sociality will prompt a small number of cases of natural evolution in the human population. They will evolve by leaps and bounds, skipping the process that takes time to wash the sand, and present a feasible evolutionary result.

This kind of person is called [Natural Evolutionary] by him.

They are benchmarks, examples, and gifts and guidance from nature to human beings.

These individual cases are different from the deformed physical deformation of animals, but the existence of potential for faster evolution.

Therefore, he firmly believes that if a successful "natural evolutionary" individual can be found, and then the evolution process and results of the other party can be analyzed, this evolution process can theoretically be copied to other people.

To describe it in a way that the people of the Republic are more familiar with, it is to find a master who has comprehended peerless martial arts, and then ask him to write down his thoughts and cultivation methods, print them into secret exercises, and distribute them to everyone to practice.

It's just that Westerners are different from the relatively pragmatic style of the Republic. Influenced by traditional Western religions, they tend to have a "metaphysical" way of thinking, just like the Bible at the beginning. A correct and unmodified standard guides all of this.

Moreover, they don't know much about cultivation, comprehension, etc. They are more inclined to get a serum for injection, mutation or transformation, and quantitative management. This is actually a way of thinking caused by a different culture. Different, and then lead to a different direction of choice.

"For tonight's operation, we will try to divert Ai Rulong and the security personnel around him." Jenny handed over a paper document: "We can't find any more information, we can only confirm that those wearing black The personal security personnel in suits should be selected from the army... so if possible, try not to confront them head-on."

"I understand."

"Also—" Jenny looked into the eyes of Seagod Brooke: "What do you think about the internal factional struggle at the Gate of Truth?"

"...You know I don't care about these things." Seagod Boji lowered her eyes, flipping through the thin paper materials.

Jenny was silent for a long while, then took out a dark mobile phone: "If you have any ideas, you can answer the call later."

After she finished speaking, she left the empty office, leaving Sea God Boji sitting there alone.

With the beating of the second hand of the wall clock on the wall, the humble mobile phone trembled slightly, and a blank caller number was displayed on the screen.

Brooke looked up at the whiteboard wall behind her, and picked up the phone after more than ten seconds.

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Welcome home, Miss Poseidon."

"……Who are you?"

"We actually knew each other before, but it was through some middlemen. Director G is dead now, so maybe we can skip this hoop."

"So?"

"My name is Bernice, Bernice Mellon—"

"..."

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Japan·Toto Hotel·15th floor

Looking at the gradually sinking night and the night view of Dongdu with thousands of lights on, Spicy Chicken Silently put down the phone in his hand.

Weeping Mao Maotou stood behind her and handed over his tablet: "It's ready over there."

"Call him and I want to hear his answer."

"Yes."

After a while, an encrypted communication was dialed, and a slightly impetuous male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Why did you call me suddenly? Didn't you say that if there is anything, I will contact you?!"

The crying cat didn't show his impatience at all, and said calmly, "Miss Bernice wants to talk to you."

"I—" There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and a deep breathing voice came: "I see." 』

"Perhaps I should congratulate you for gaining my uncle's trust and becoming his assistant."

Miss Bernice answered the phone, shaking the red wine glass in her hand, the corners of her mouth curled up with a particularly villainous, evil and maddening arc, but her voice was still the soft voice of a hot goddess of light: "How do you feel? Mister Alpha."

"Miss Bernice, please believe in my loyalty..."

The voice of the assistant on the other end of the phone trembled slightly: "These things I am doing now are actually to welcome you back - I am absolutely, absolutely your most loyal servant!" 』

"Well, so?" Miss Bernice sipped her red wine and narrowed her eyes slightly: "My clever and wise uncle, what do you think?"

"I have successfully persuaded him to direct funds to enter the market the day after tomorrow!" The assistant emphasized: "And tonight he will let the people from the Gate of Reality assassinate the top management of the Leah Fund, so that we can cause a confrontation between him and the Leah Fund, and then..."

The assistant on the other end of the phone talked a lot and said it very carefully, as if he was afraid that Miss Bernice would not believe him and think he was hiding something.

Miss Bernice responded in a nonchalant manner, drank half a glass of red wine, and listened to his so-called plan.

"Yes, sounds like an interesting plan."

Miss Bernice turned the empty red wine glass sideways, facing a light outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and saw the wine hanging on the wall of the glass slowly flowing down like blood, converging into a small drop of the last wine.

"Yes, I will welcome you back with the grandest banquet—"

"I look forward to your performance..."

The drop of wine fell on the carpet, splashing a small, blood-colored flower.

Miss Bernice hung up the phone, let go of her hand, and watched the crystal clear red wine glass also fall on the soft carpet.

The flimsy cup didn't shatter, but it snapped in two.

The crying cat looked at the back of its own Miss Bernice: "What should we do next?"

"Next? Of course the next step is to continue watching the show." Miss Bernice spread her right hand, and a brand new red wine glass with half a glass of crystal clear wine was sent between her palms: "Let Jenny move Get up, and arrange those people who my uncle has taken care of into tonight's operation."

"Isn't that going to be a problem?"

"If she can't even handle this kind of scene tonight, it would be a disappointment to my investment." Miss Bernice smiled: "Didn't my dear uncle want to act more safely? It's all his people, Hope he enjoys tonight's arrangement."

The crying cat Maotou wrote down on the tablet: "Is there any more?"

"Prepare all the funds we can prepare and the leverage we can use. After 12 o'clock tonight, transfer the right to use it to the Lia Fund and let them operate."

"I understand." Weeping Mao Maotou wrote down this sum beside him.

"Also, break the line of Elfa." Miss Bernice moved the glass to her mouth, smelling the familiar aroma of black currants: "He has betrayed me, the money and money in his hand Power is the most powerful thing that can shake people's hearts. He couldn't withstand the temptation my uncle gave him.

"We gave Alfa a lot of information." Weeping Mao Maotou flipped through the data on the tablet: "There are a lot of really useful things in it."

"Abandon them all, that's what I gave him specially, this is the bait." Miss Bernice said with deep eyes, "So my dear uncle won't come in the day after tomorrow, if I'm not wrong, it should be in Tomorrow afternoon... so we have to win in the morning."

As she said this, she emphasized again: "All of this is bait."

"What about the fish?"

"It's still on the way, and I'll be downstairs later." Miss Bernice put down her glass without taking a sip: "This bottle of wine is too young, so wake up and drink it later."

"How long is the wait?"

"Wait until the symphony of gunfire resounds through the night sky."

Crying Maomao looked at the bottle of 1961 White Horse that had just been opened, but said nothing.

Miss Bernice stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching an ordinary Mitsubishi sedan parked at the door below.

Her exquisite goddess-like face couldn't help showing a satisfied smile: "Look, what a big fish..."

"..."

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Japan·Toto Hotel·Entrance

As soon as Aliya stepped out of the car door, she was hit by the lotus flower in her arms and staggered back several steps.

Lianhua's voice was full of tears: "A——ya—"

Aliya hurriedly helped her up from her arms, brewed her feelings, and then plunged into Lianhua's chest.

Turn the offensive!

"Lotus - flower - ying ying ying~"

The tears in the corners of Lianhua's eyes were held back by Alia's manipulation...

After daily inhalation of lotus to supplement the energy of touching fish, Aliya stood up straight and let out a breath: "Finally I'm back."

It is very tiring and hard in the prison, and you have to use your best to win the game.

Don't look at the ID "simple man-machine" as such a noob, but he is the real second in the national server of the Republic.

Lu Wuxia got out of the car and looked at Ai Xiaobaihua: "Let's take a shower and change clothes, mom is waiting in the restaurant—"

[Dark night gave me black eyes~I use them to find the light——]

Before she finished speaking, the phone rang, interrupting the communication between mother and daughter.

Frowning and looking at the caller, Lu Wuxia walked away a few steps, put the phone to his ear, and lowered his voice: "It's me."

"The Gate of Truth has a new battle plan. The target is Zhanlan beside Ai Rulong. The time is tonight, so be careful."

After the person on the other end of the phone hurriedly said a word, he hung up the communication directly, and didn't even intend to introduce himself to the NPC information.

Alia looked at her mother's strange expression, and asked in confusion, "Mama, who's calling? Is there something urgent?"

"Well... it's a friend of my mother's who works in a trading company."

Lu Wuxia put away his phone, showing a forced smile: "He said he has a new foreign trade order, which may compete with your father's company, so let me know first."

"Oh, then go and tell Dad!"

Aliya looked around as she spoke, grabbed Loli Xiong and hugged her in her arms, like raising her own fish: "I have friends with me, it's okay, Mama, if you have something urgent, just go and get busy gone."

After Lu Wuxia thought for a while, he finally nodded, gave a few words of advice, and drove away.

Aliya watched her mother's strange car go away with a smile, her expression remained unchanged, but her tone became cold and she asked: "Does the door of truth want to die?"

Khaki Kuangfang stood beside her silently, and sighed a little tiredly: "After all, the door of truth is not decided by one person, and capitalist lackeys are like this."

"What about the specific information?"

"Then you have to ask spicy chicken shreds." Khaki wildly turned his head and pointed to the fifteenth floor.