After Becoming a Little |

"Chemicals, of course, chemicals, not real ones."

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Millican Las Vegas

The splendor of the casino was disorganized by some unusual bustle.

The fire trucks that were struggling to pass through were wailing their sirens. There were congested vehicles on both sides of the street, and the continuous and noisy horns converged into a long river of intertwined sound waves.

Some people want to leave, some people want to pass by, it is snowing at night in Milijian, and half of the sky is red with fire.

Apparently, people in Millican do work at night—such as this time.

The blazing fire licked the originally luxurious casino building, and a certain billboard collapsed, splashing a large cloud of snowflakes, causing countless onlookers to scream.

This is really a rare scene, the splash of coldness and scorching heat, maybe it can be called a song of ice and fire?

No one expected this to happen, or rather—they didn't want it to happen.

And under this burning casino, there is a huge underground building.

What is the most developed thing in Nevada?Mining, of course.

Huge excavators, huge buckets, huge construction machinery - as long as you have money, you can dig down to bottomless depths.

Holy Cross has its own branches all over the world, just like a normal, old-fashioned dark world organization.

After all, for a dark world organization that has developed from the Middle Ages to the present, it is not that they have encountered crises that are as dangerous as they are now, or even more dangerous than they are now.

Just like those so-called big family inheritances, who can distinguish the direct lineage from the collateral lineage so clearly?It's nothing more than whoever's family makes a fortune, and whoever's family becomes a direct descendant.

Even in times of war, there are many situations where families are separated, monarchs who support each other and then confront each other.

Naturally, the fire on the ground cannot damage the underground buildings. The underground base of Broken Cross has several different exits.

But the problem is that the casino is also their own, without the casino's source of funds, they lose at least [-] million a day.

At the moment, in a conference room underground, a quarrel is going on——

"The king of the killers...the king of the killers...the king of the killers—how many times do I have to say that?"

A man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting on the wide sofa in the conference room, with an angry expression on his face, he shouted loudly: "Don't think about the bloody killer! Why didn't you shoot? Why? Shoot! Just kill them! "

"We want to get information about Jia Ziyu from them, not kill them." Another fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the whiskey with the ice ball in front of him, and took a sip: "Hell weather, hot and cold...Maybe we need to move somewhere else? The building above us is burning like an oven and we're the turkeys in the oven."

"Shut up, it's not Christmas, at least not today!" The man in the suit stood up, unbuttoned his suit, tugged on his tie a few times, opened the neckline, and paced back and forth in the conference room with his hands on his hips. Back and forth: "Today's decision was a serious mistake - you are responsible for it!"

When he said this, the person who raised his finger was the woman in a white coat sitting at the top, that is, Dr. Jibu Ji.

To be honest, if the other party hadn't brought a group of the most elite operators of the Holy Cross when they came here, and directly killed the original heads of several branches with lightning speed, even if the Holy Cross had already Being reduced to the Broken Cross, it may not be her turn to be a researcher to intervene.

But the legacy Des Moines left her was too sharp, as sharp as a scalpel that had been prepared long ago, just for all of this.

The man in the suit may not be afraid of the opponent's methods in his heart - if it weren't for her actions, he would not be able to sit in the conference room and drink coffee as a master.

But the problem is that drinking coffee costs money, and there is no such thing as free coffee.

Above his head was the place where the bombed money came from, and the daily loss of [-] million made his heart ache so much that he almost twitched.

"Have you finished?" Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Justice flipped through the documents in his hand without raising his head: "If you have finished, then you can go back."

"You—" The man in the suit pressed his hands on the long table in the conference room: "Dr. Xingbuji, I think you should answer my question directly!"

"Question?" Dr. Xingbu Ji raised his head and looked at him directly: "What's the problem?"

"That king of killers caused such a huge loss!" The man in the suit waved his hands: "Should we just do nothing? Just watch??"

"How much do you know about Jiaziyu?"

"……What do you mean?"

"Although the other party is the top executive officer of the Jiazi domain." Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Justice closed the document in his hand: "Before we deployed the ambush, the other party had already carried out reverse checks and balances, and placed explosives that were completely mechanically timed. Do you know what that means?"

"Represents...represents the opponent's strength?"

"No, Jiaziyu is essentially an intelligence organization." Dr. Xingbu Ji looked at him quietly, and his voice was calm: "This means that the other party has our information and knows our arrangement a long time ago."

"It's impossible!" The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed in astonishment: "Even if they are an intelligence organization, they can't do this! Even the Red Dragon Queen of Britain is just—"

"Of course, this is impossible in theory." Dr. Xingbu Ji put the document on the table, interrupted him, and turned to look at the fat man not far away: "Mr. Ross, unless the other party is also in our internal arrangement spies, right?"

"Yes, yes—I mean, in theory." The fat man wiped his sweat anxiously: "The doctor makes sense...I feel a little uncomfortable, maybe I need to see a doctor."

"feeling bad?"

"Yes, hot and cold, very uncomfortable." The obese man looked up at the ceiling: "I think I must be sick, maybe I was frightened by the fire above...God bless, I hope I can get better soon. "

"Yes, God will make you better soon." Dr. Xingbuji stood up: "You can also ask him if he has any treatment suggestions for your condition."

"I...I—uh..." While the obese man was speaking, he held his throat, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. The sweat was like pulp, and his expression turned livid in an instant.

A certain kind of muscle spasm visible to the naked eye began to spread from the bottom of his neck to his face. At first glance, it looked like some kind of special bug that had burrowed under the skin. At this moment, it began to move collectively.

Startled by him, the man in the suit staggered back and knocked over a chair beside him.

He reached out and tried to grab the table next to him, but he couldn't hold it firmly and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

So he kept rubbing his hands against the ground, and stepped back almost subconsciously, his heart was seized by sudden fear, and he panicked with fright.

Dr. Xingbu Ji watched this scene quietly, and from time to time lowered his head to write and draw on the file board in his hand, recording something, looking like a qualified scientific researcher.

"One minute and 27 seconds." Said Dr. Xingbu Ji, shaking his head in disappointment—but the action showed disappointment, and there was no visible expression on his face.

She put down her pen: "A failed experimental subject, perhaps because of being overweight? What do you think?"

"I...I..." The man in the suit remembered something at this moment, looked at Dr. Xingbu Ji with horrified eyes, rolled his throat, and uttered syllables with unknown meaning.

"I am very sorry that this happened." Dr. Xingbuji turned and walked outside the meeting room: "But he shouldn't have done this, although I understand his worries, compared to our dilapidated small ship The sampan, he naturally yearns for Noah's Ark in Gazi Region."

Speaking of which, Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice stopped on the doorknob with his hand about to open the door, and looked back: "But there is a price to pay for disembarking, I hope you don't make a hasty choice."

After she finished speaking, she walked out on her own, and a group of ferocious men rushed in, picked up the corpse on the ground and walked out.

A man with a scar on his face lowered his head, looked at the panicked man in a suit, and narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Director, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I... I... I'm fine." The man in the suit stood up with difficulty. If his legs didn't shake, perhaps this sentence would be more convincing.

But how can it be?He can't do it.

He knew his position—before the North American branch of the Holy Cross was wiped out by Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice, he could only be regarded as a second-line director, relying on the connections left by his father when he was a high-level executive at the Europa headquarters.

This is probably the same as those so-called big sects. As the son of an elder, he has some sympathy, but that's all.

Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs passed through the North American branch like a sieve, but she also knew that she could not completely control all the relationship networks here, so some middle-level personnel were left behind, and he was selected to become the new branch. Director, in charge of Broken Cross's public relations network here.

He used to be swollen, really, he even thought very hard about whether he really had a great effect, so that after the older generation with eyes above the top were killed, he was actually promoted on purpose , sat down on this seat.

No one would dislike rights, even though he had never really experienced fighting in the dark world, but enjoyed the shadow of his father's generation and became a so-called high-ranking person in the dark world.

But so what?The dark world is a dark world after all, bloody and pure, far beyond the comparison of those small gangs.

So for a while, he even felt like the king of the dark world, in charge of everything.

Las Vegas is the city of sin, and there are too many other dark world organizations here, but the predecessor of the Broken Cross, the Holy Cross, has developed so far, and the background is beyond their comparison.

Strangely, the Gate of Truth did not follow and kill them all—in fact, decades ago, the North American branch had already fallen into a close relationship with the Europa headquarters. It was not so much a branch as a cooperative relationship.

Cooperation is the same with anyone, as long as there is money to be made, why can't the door of truth cooperate?

So the man in the suit may have been afraid of Dr. Xingbu Ji at the very beginning, but he may not have a sense of belonging to her identity or his identity as a member of the Holy Cross Organization.

He even seriously considered how to make false claims with Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Justice at this stage, and then carry out in-depth cooperation with the Gate of Reality to eradicate it, and take control of this organization that has been renamed Broken Cross with his own hands.

You see, the steps are actually very clear, even very simple.

First, gradually control the power in your hands and stabilize it.

Second, unite with the Gate of Reality to kill Dr. Ji, the Ministry of Justice, and the nearly [-] special combat personnel under the opponent's command.

Third, to become the new leader of the Broken Cross, even if you have to pay a part of the benefit price to the Real Gate, or even become the puppet of the other party.

But what does it matter?Only on this point, the man in the suit can see clearly - as long as he can succeed, no matter how much he owns is reduced, it will not be less than what he used to be.

But he never thought of failure...

The fat man is different from him. The other party controls the finances of the Broken Cross. To be precise, anyone in the Broken Cross can be killed, but he is the only one who can't.

Because Broken Cross needs him to continue to maintain the operation of the entire economic system—as a huge organization, it is naturally not like a family of three who go to buy a little food today, and go to the hypermarket to bring back two bags of flour the next day...

Equipment, weapons, personnel salaries, maintenance of various institutions... The man in the suit had seriously considered how to win him over after he killed Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Justice.

But there is no future, and he didn't do anything, and he found that Dr. Ji of the Ministry of Justice had finished everything.

Scarface raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Director, are you really okay?"

Trying to keep his legs standing upright, the man in the suit, who felt limp, squeezed out a stiff smile: "Of course! I think I'm fine, yes, I'm great now... I can ask, Mr. Ross, he— —”

"Why did he suddenly collapse from a myocardial infarction?"

"Yes! That's right!" The man in the suit couldn't help nodding: "Myocardial infarction—I want to know why he had a myocardial infarction...Listen bro, I don't mean anything else, it doesn't matter if you can't say it, I understand... ...it's all about his poor physical condition, he's so fat!"

"There is nothing you can't say, Mr. Director." Scarface bowed slightly: "If it was your order—Mr. Ross betrayed the Broken Cross, and he disclosed today's battle plan information to the so-called King of Killers. "

"...Why would he do this?" The man in the suit didn't understand: "Can Jia Ziyu give him more?"

"No, Jia Ziyu is just a guarantee that he will not lose everything he has now." Scarface shrugged: "You know, the killer king is a killer after all."

"So he was coerced into saying everything."

"Mr. Ross is a Frenchman. After being coerced, he took the initiative to cooperate. I think you understand why the doctor is so angry." Scar's face showed an ugly grin: "This is not survival, this is a complete betrayal , the Doctor will not tolerate this happening."

"OK——I understand!" The man in the suit raised his hand: "I'm a little tired and want to go back to rest...Please convey my greetings to the doctor."

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

"...I will stand firmly by her side, really, from now on."

"I will tell the truth, sir." Scarface stared closely at his eyes, and after a few seconds, he pulled up his coat to cover the half-exposed firearm under his armpit, and raised his hand to press the communicator: "Prepare the vehicle. Mr. Director has to go home and rest, pay attention to security work."

"learn--"

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