After Becoming a Little |

Even if this method of forcibly controlling the field resulted in the death of 129 hostages due to anesthesia gas...

Perhaps in the eyes of others, they always felt that there might be a better way, but under the circumstances at that time, this simple and crude solution was indeed much lower than the casualties caused by terrorists detonating bombs.

The gold-rimmed maid's way of searching while shooting, if you really encounter criminals, it is clear that you will not give them a way out.

Either come out to refute the fire, or get out of here quickly.

But if it was really a mercenary or something, I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to be held back in the deepest part of the Song Family Manor.

This place is not close to other lands in the sky and sea, and there is an aircraft carrier battle group that happened to pass by and was stationed for a rest. If it is dragged, it can basically be declared dead—no matter how elite mercenaries are, in the Navy of the Republic In front of the Marine Corps, we also have to rest.

Aliya looked at the three hairs on her hand, sighed and was about to leave.

Then, just as he was about to turn over the balcony, he saw a whole team of drones lined up in front of him—and the little nun Liguang standing on the hoverboard.

"...Elder Sister." Little Taoist Aunt Li Guang blinked and put down the bazooka on her shoulder.

She seemed to understand the reason why Aliya asked where her sister-in-law was before. Was she planning to come here by herself?

Aliya pointed at the black and hard one she was carrying with some astonishment: "This—"

"Type 11 93mm individual rocket launcher." Aunt Li Guang patted the weapon at her hand and landed on the ground: "It is equipped with a cloud bomb, technical support."

Aliya turned over and jumped down to the second floor, took the thing and looked at it, shivering with lingering fear.

What is the equivalent of your technical support?Why does this style of painting look so familiar even though it is deviant?

Little Aunt Liguang thought for a while, and felt that she still needed to explain the reason: "Because the plane bombed before, the security level is the highest now, so be careful."

The so-called highest level of security is to play RPG first regardless?

Villain: EXM? ? ?

Aliya patted her small chest, thankful that she hadn't been slapped directly face to face, otherwise she really couldn't bear it now.

By the way, the Song family is also rich. They used to have armored vehicles, and now they even use Type 11 and Type 93 bazookas to guard the home...

You must know that this thing is a one-time thing, and you can only throw it away when you use it up on the battlefield. It fully demonstrates what is called the republic-style grassroots heavy fire support that does not occupy the establishment.

At this time, the little girl who was hiding not far away poked her head out and seemed to have finally remembered something: "You are not the one—the one from Dongshan University..."

Aliya was a little speechless when she heard the words. Did she not recognize herself because she was nervous before co-authoring?

She thought that the other party had forgotten her perfect little fairy face...

She fumbled in her pocket, took out the mask and put it on on the spot. When Alia turned around, she already had the face of a fairy sister.

hensin!Tyrant Lu Yanqing!

"What university in Dongshan? What mountain university?" The cloaked woman asked, "What is Dongshan?"

"Ah—it's not her!" The aunt sneaked behind the gold-rimmed maid: "This is new! I haven't seen it before!"

The cloaked girl frowned slightly. Sister Immortal is frozen in your house, and she has never seen her?

The gold-rimmed maid suddenly became tense, and tightly grasped the hand of the gun, and for a moment there was a murderous look of a western cowboy.

It's High noon——

"Madam is at home, she is more afraid of strangers." Little Taoist nun Li Guang gently tugged at the sleeve of the cloaked girl, and said softly, "Social phobia."

The cloaked woman leaned back slightly, and said in a low voice, "Obviously she was still so elegant when she was at Dongshan University."

"Simple psychological hypnosis." Little Aunt Liguang knew this clearly: "Pretend."

"Everyone in your Song family is sick, and it's not serious." The cloaked girl felt helpless.

One with second personality, one with mania, and one with social anxiety.

Qingshan North Road Psychiatric Hospital sincerely invites you to join us!

The gold-rimmed maid looked at the little nun Liguang talking and laughing with the cloaked girl, and was momentarily uncertain.

The Taoist nun in white at Huanxiguan is like a patron saint to the Song family, and the little Taoist nun Liguang was the bodyguard who followed her at the beginning.

Since the other party can talk to her well, he is not an enemy, right?

The gold-rimmed maid thought so, and made a test.

She let go of the hand holding the gun, and bowed slightly: "Master Li Guang, who is this?"

Little Aunt Li Guang returned the salute silently, after thinking for a while, she pointed at the cloaked woman: "Master Uncle, mine."

Oh!It turned out to be the master-uncle of Daoist Priest Li Guang, and that was Daoist Priest Wuchen's...

and many more!Master Wuchen's uncle? ? ?

The gold-edged maid was frightened, and she stepped back tactically—what is a senior expert?

The senior cloaked girl fumbled around for a while, then took out a small book and handed it to Aunt Liguang: "This is a security flaw that I checked out after my on-site inspection. Please look at it and modify it."

As an excuse, you have to let yourself believe it before others will believe it.

Little Aunt Li Guang took the notebook and subconsciously flipped through the records on it.

She understands the text, but what is this picture for?

Some kind of... twisted spell?

"This is an overhead penetration map. You can compare the defenses you designed to see if there are any loopholes."

The cloaked woman said so, pointing to what should be a map.

Little Taoist nun Liguang turned her head around when she heard the words, and couldn't read it.

Tilting my head, I couldn't read it sideways. I even turned the page upside down and pointed it at the sun, but I still couldn't understand it.

She subconsciously looked up at the woman in the cloak, and blinked. On her expressionless face was a pair of big, inquiring eyes.

The latter just scratched his face and shyly looked away: "That... the one who is walking and drawing, it's normal to be a little crooked."

The cloaked woman explained in this way, her tone seemed pale.

Little Aunt Liguang silently put away the notebook, pretending that she didn't see the hand-painted drawing just now...

Taboo for the venerable, she understands the truth.

The master sister's painting skills are like Schrödinger's cat, which is polarized, sometimes very good, sometimes very bad.

In fact, Ai Xiaotian does have good painting skills, the kind full of aura.

But in the hands of Aliya, this thing is a timeless existence. Who knows if there is something wrong with the muscle memory.

Sister-in-law thought for a while, looked at the cloak on the cloaked woman, and became entangled in doubt.

"The clothes are obviously yours... But you obviously didn't look like this just now..."

That pensive look is a bit cute, like a cute wife.

The cloaked girl didn't want to talk to her, she was wary of this kind of cute obasan - it's better to be a lotus, she won't lie to people with her age.

"Speaking of which, where is the lotus?" The cloaked woman asked.

"..."

Little Aunt Li Guang's San Wu's face froze for a moment, she subconsciously looked away: "Miss Fu...is busy."

No, there must be something strange about this...

The cloaked woman narrowed her eyes slightly, with a murderous look in her eyes: "What are you busy with?"

"She's with the Patriarch." Li Guang never referred to Mrs. Song as his wife when he was in the house.

She always thought that there was only one wife of the Song family, and no one knew why.

"Mrs. Song?" The cloaked woman's eyes softened a little.

After all, everyone has their own mother, and Lianhua is no exception.

"Um……"

"What are you doing there?"

"... scolded."

"..."

PS: Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, go home.

PS2: I'll see how to fix it tomorrow, I'm so tired recently.

PS3: continue tomorrow

第578节 0574-人类迷惑行为大赏（9月月票14/14

Song Family Manor·Reception Room

The vertical windows on the side bring the light of stained glass, and the brilliant light penetrates in, reflecting the whole living room as beautiful as a classical church.

In the huge living room, a long European-style table that can seat eight people is placed in the middle.

The tabletop is covered with a tablecloth that looks like a scroll of oil painting, and there is an exquisite table runner pressed on it. This thing is purely beautiful and has no practical use.

But the Song family has a big business, and the maids take care of everything, so not only are there decorations such as table flags, but also sterling silver candlesticks that need to be placed even though they are not needed, to slightly separate the sight between mother and daughter.

Mrs. Song sat on one side, and Lianhua sat on the other, with a little distance between them, relying on the poor candlestick to provide a sense of security.

Perhaps because of some special room acoustic design, the person sitting in the main seat has a very good sound bonus.

Although Mrs. Song's words were not loud, Lianhua could hear them clearly even if she was sitting in the most opposite seat.

"Didn't you listen to a word I said?" Mrs. Song frowned as she said so.

Her tone was not harsh, but there was a sense of command in it, with an irresistible toughness.

Lianhua murmured and couldn't speak, looked down at the table, and tightly clutched the corner of her clothes.

"I...I don't want to leave now..."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not. It's been decided from the very beginning. You and your sister have different arrangements."

"But--"