After Becoming a Little |

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Yuko changed into a kimono, and sat down in front of a short table processing data. Several notebooks were placed beside her. A screen in front of her was divided into several pieces, showing the real-time view of the fighters who entered the institute. .

"There may be false positives, but we still need to check for hidden dangers."

Today, a guest came to visit Song's Manor. She was aware of it, and she even arranged the work of cleaning up her hands.

But since he is a guest of Daoist Wuchen, he should not have any relationship with the underground research - I heard that the other party is only entrusted to protect Miss Fu.

Those older generation's existences in the dark world have a ridiculous and respectable spirit that can be said to be 'jianghu chivalrous', so after the incident subsides, even the lady will not take these things to heart.

Thinking so, she didn't look at the monitor again, but picked up another one that looked stupid and thick, her slender fingers fluttered, tapping on the keyboard in a wind-like posture, and various windows opened The screen popped up and then closed. Some tools and software with simple UI but complicated data were opened. She moved the mouse, her eyes wandered quickly, and she checked ten lines at a glance.

Looking at this posture, she may also be a professional player.

After a while, a warning sound came from the monitor. A fighter with a vision facing a large personal locker opened the locker and the screen showed a curled up man sleeping soundly in the locker.

Yuko's pupils shrank suddenly, her brows furrowed: "Block all exits, transfer the armored vehicles, and re-confirm the identities of the evacuated researchers, and at the same time open the information shielding of the research institute, prohibiting all outward communication - combat The troops immediately gathered personnel and thoroughly checked the number of troops."

She sat up straight and began to think about who infiltrated the institute.

Although the underground research institute of Song Manor is relatively hidden, it is not a completely secret existence: those underground spaces were originally built in the last century to deal with the nuclear crisis that could break out at any time during the Cold War. Years later, it was transformed into a biological research institute.

The upper two floors of the biological research institute are only for normal drug and biotechnology research. There is no difference between the ground and the underground. When it was assigned to the ground, it was only considering the space planning of the buildings on the manor ground.

But the third basement...

Yuko pursed her lips and waved to a man in a maid's costume in front of her: "Go and inform Madam that our research institute has been infiltrated..."

She paused and said softly: "It may be a hired commercial spy, tell Madam we will handle these little things and don't appear nervous in front of Madam."

The maid nodded and silently opened the door and went out.

Yuko looked at the laptop screen, her eyes flickering, and the keyboard crackled when she tapped.

"No matter who you are, it's best not to disturb Madam..." She murmured and hit the enter key hard: "Otherwise I will definitely make you regret coming to this world..."

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Arya stood at the entrance of the third floor and looked back, but no one came in.

She stepped forward quickly and looked at these areas at a glance - there was nothing to notice, it was still a normal research institute.

She wondered to herself if it might be some kind of hallucination caused by her big brain, or if she mistaken the light of the soul of the core roots of giant plants such as the Bengal tree and the General Sherman tree for the glimpse she saw before, and then Suddenly stopped.

In the translucent test room on the right, stands an egg-shaped dormant chamber.

The front of the dormant bin is a transparent glass observation port, revealing the face of a sleeping little girl inside.

"..."

Isn't this the sister of Lotus, the bear child who has ever met the most bearable?

Aaliyah was impressed by how naughty she was, and the other party was held down and beaten by herself for a small PP.

Why is this kid here?Was it because he was too bearish that he was admitted to the ICU by someone else?

Arya was about to take a closer look, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the corridor. The sound of the combat boots stepping on the corridor was dense and rapid.

Arya glanced back at the corridor behind her, but she could only step aside and silently wanted to rush into the only entrance in front of her.

However, the door has an electronic access control that looks very powerful, and it is completely impossible to open.

Arya looked left and right, and hid herself in the shadow of the dormant cell.

After a while, a leader's voice came from the surroundings: "Open the frozen library and check the inside."

Arya rolled her eyes - it's because of pig rivals like you that sneakers can get into the most secure vaults, vaults, and secret rooms where they don't even know where they are.

So after hearing the sound of the door being released, Arya, who couldn't hold back her curiosity, was still in a violent shape, and rushed out from behind the dormant warehouse—

"Dragon God's 剣を喰らえ!!"

PS1: Well, I'm really sorry, because of the relationship between the hands, so I can't update it tonight (although I know that the child may not be well controlled on a rainy day, but it is still unhappy...

PS2: I will make up for the update, and I will compensate the classmate of "Bird of the Underworld" for another update. After all, I should have made up for his debt tonight.

PS3: Because the editor-in-chief told me to send a thank you to the shelves in advance today, which is probably the meaning of advance promotion and booking, so I will have a single chapter impression later.

PS4: The last time I was injured and bruised and swollen, it seems to have been a few years ago, and it really is old...

Chapter 138

The first is the topic: tomorrow at 10 am, the book will be on the shelves.

Then there are my thoughts... how should I put it, this book was actually just written for fun at the beginning - after all, I took a year and a half long vacation as a rest, and after the first two months of excitement, I began to enter the The stage of doing nothing to kill time, and then being picked up by group friends to write books.

This book was originally just the sand sculpture literature of Nianghua group friends, but later on, it started to spread the story in earnest...

Actually, I am not a person who is very special in literature. I am a finance major, and I follow our boss to do things, so there is no problem with food and clothing. Writing books is probably purely a personal hobby. Not going to take up too much of your daily time.

In essence, it is probably to praise and agree-for the story of this story, or for some so-called 'foreshadowing' that I think is a bit interesting, there are also some stalks.

So I hope you will comment more. After all, I am a third-rate writer who writes stories in the crowdfunding of reading posts and book reviews...

And if there are tickets, blades and rewards, it will probably make people feel like 'Wow, someone looks up to you! 'I feel this way, so all I can do is to arrange these book friends into this story as much as possible to make their images move.

Of course, the plot is Shishimen's choice, so I can't control its development. If there is any plot to kill, it must be the fault of the hour! (really

Then, unfortunately, I am a self-professed very dedicated practitioner, no matter what industry (although I have not been engaged in a few industries...), but I am bragging, and I have to achieve it no matter what. , so I became a code word otter who was incompatible with the style of the book and the painting - the reason was just an impulse, I wanted to show my professional side, so I opened a reward...

But then I thought about opening it, so let's do it. Anyway, I have nothing to do on vacation, so I broke a story and wrote it with the rhythm that I thought it should be told like this.

If everyone looks at it and finds it a little interesting, then I have succeeded.

I should thank my editor-in-chief Bixi, that's right, the Hedgehog Cat's "one-punch Bixi" Bixi.I'm actually a very Buddhist guy with a slight social phobia, so from signing the contract to the recommendation, I basically help me unilaterally, and even the contact is basically made by her.

I didn't dare to apply for a recommendation position, and since I signed the contract, Jixi helped me get five recommendation positions in a row, almost without interruption, and told me to just write stories and leave the rest to her, and later even Banner promotion on the homepage and homepage recommendation of the APP.

I originally wanted Wanshou to put it on the shelves, because there is a list of new books on the shelves of Wanshou, so it was delayed from the usual 20 words to more than 30 words, and Jixi did not complain, and still helped me to delay.

Actually, I'm sorry that the grades are a bit unfortunate for her. So far, there is still no million...

In addition, I would like to thank all kinds of sand sculpture friends, such as "Kazokuza" and "Bird of the Underworld", "Mary's lb", "USSDES", "Remilia" and so on...

Sure enough, it was the sand sculpture netizens and Setu who supported the pressure of my life...

Although I still want to say something, I don't feel there is any need to waste everyone's time. After all, if you really want to chat, there are sand sculpture group friends~

Therefore, I hope that everyone can meet each other again at the end of this year, in the new year next year, and even in the future.

Tomorrow's first order, please.

Good luck, above.

Chapter 139 0138 - Change the world line! (please order first

Students who have seen the movie "Tear Doomsday" should have an impression of gunfighting.

Based on accurate movement calculations, launch the most damaging attack at the position where it does the least damage, and can shoot to any blind spot around you. At the same time, with the body as the center and the prototype geometry as the plane reference, all the positions around you that can be attacked will be destroyed. Calculated, every possible attack position around the body will be shot.

Therefore, gunfighting exists to attack and defend at the same time.

As for Alia, she has mastered nine skills in spear fighting——

I don't know anything about it!

It makes sense, this kind of high-precision melee combat method that requires humans to combine statistics like sophisticated machines and design a shooting route, is it useful for a soul traveler who travels through the sky?

Although her physical fitness and reaction speed can be tried, in comparison, there is a more simple and clear way.

Shouting out the lines with the knife drawn, Arya jumped up from the corner, reached out and grabbed a bright silver stacking stool beside her, and rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind.

In that second, spinning, jumping, she closed her eyes.

No one sees the joys and sorrows of soul travelers...

The fighters huddled together in a small space have received such a stormy baptism, and the most ruthless training instructors dare not get a copy of the task of "fighting the excavators in the narrow corridor".

After a short and intense muffled sound, these fairly elite fighters only had time to pull the trigger, or they fell to the ground one after another, unable to fight again.

There was only the combat captain who was stuck at the door. He held his gun and looked at the 'teammate' who was carrying a folded stool and wearing similar clothes to his own. His eyes trembled slightly and his whole body was stiff.

He wanted to shoot, but he couldn't.

A gun was placed on his forehead, and his gun had just been raised and tilted slightly, before it could be aimed at the other party.

"..."

The combat captain soaked his vest in cold sweat: "Who, who are you?!"

The intruder turned his head sideways, no emotion in his eyes——

The stacking stool ripped through the air and directly photographed the fully-armed combat captain on the door frame, before slipping down softly after a while.

"Gun?" The intruder kicked away the gun that the opponent still held tightly in his hand in disdain: "As long as you can't hit, it's no big deal. This is what Xia Ya taught me."

Saying that, she stepped over the other's body and stepped into a special cabin called the "Frozen Vault".

The battlefield recorder on the shoulders of the combat team members, faithfully looking up from the perspective, watched the figure swayingly disappear at the end of the field of vision...

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Yuko took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, her chest heaving.

"boom--"

The table was shaken by a palm, and the Japanese-style teacup placed on the table jumped up, and the tea stalk floating in the teacup swayed and stood up.

A woman dressed in a more peculiar style of maid's dress with gold trim came in, bowed her head in silence, and said nothing.

Yuko closed her eyes: "Has Madam rested?"

"The lady is still working."