After Becoming a Little |

Pursing her lips against the picture frame glass next to her, this sister Yu turned around while arranging her long hair, stepped past the shouting man who was lying on the ground unconscious, and walked to the corridor compartment not far away .

Before leaving, he conveniently put his hat on the head of the shouting man.

"Good night~"

After she closed the corridor compartment door, a black-haired woman in a red dress appeared here, and swept the corridor with sharp eyes.

The sweet and greasy fragrance in the air has disappeared without a trace. Even with the super dog sense of smell that my mother blamed, I still can't smell the 'disgusting smell of decay' that the Da Ri Empress said back then.

The air was filled with the usual office air duct smell, which smelled like printer ink mixed with carpet and bad furniture paint—the smell of communal animals.

She knelt down and touched the man's neck with her hand to confirm that the man was still alive.

That's right...that man wouldn't kill—or rather, he wouldn't kill himself.

During the time in Europa, the mother monster stepped on the opponent's tail several times, but the opponent escaped.

If it is not a coincidence, it can only mean that the other party has some kind of strange ability.

Similar to foreknowledge, or being able to see one's own existence through walls, so as to avoid it?

But these are all unrealistic assumptions... My mother looked around strangely, and after thinking for a while, she turned her head and walked to the other end of the corridor.

The empty corridor, the man lying down, the coffee cup that gradually wet the carpet, and the hat.

After a while, the mother who reappeared at the end of the corridor frowned, turned and left.

But at this time, the door of the compartment was opened, and the lady from the office walked out briskly, flipping through the documents in her hand while walking, with an air of serious work.

Then she took out a piece of paper from the document, shook it, placed it on the sleeping caller's head, covered his face, and walked to the end of the corridor.

The mother didn't come back, she stood quietly and waited for 2 minutes, looked back at the deserted corridor, and pushed the door open with a chuckle.

Outside the door is a balcony, looking up, is the endless sky.

A plane flew across the sky, leaving a faint white trail above the clouds.

"You are as interesting as your daughter..."

Saying this softly in the language of the Republic, Yujie threw the paper in her hand to the sky.

The 180 seven sheets of printing paper fell down one after another, like a pile of snow being lifted up.

These papers are blank.

Only the one with the handwriting on it covered the face of the drowsy shouting man with the warmth from the printer.

A corner of the paper was wet with coffee stains from his body.Brown water stains spread upward little by little, touching the words on the paper.

And the whole article on the paper is just one sentence repeated over and over again——

"all work and no play make jack a dull boy"

……

……

The man in the black suit who was escorting the person in charge of the ground control center was stopped.

The one who stopped them was a woman with a red dress, black hair, and phoenix eyes, with a sour smell on her body after the high-temperature friction and burning of metal.

"Leave people behind." She said, lowering her head and straightening the gun in her hand, but her faint voice pierced through the noise of the helicopter and reached their ears.

The men in black suits glanced at each other, and someone saw the situation in the cockpit of the helicopter.

Although the helicopter's wings were still spinning, the pilot was lying face down on the dashboard at the moment.

The leading man in a black suit put his hand into his suit pocket: "Ma'am, please put down your gun immediately, we are—"

"boom--"

A gunshot interrupted his words.

Almost everyone was startled, and at this moment, on the runway not far away, a passenger plane was pulling up and leaving the runway, rushing into the sky with a huge roar of the engine—the sound of the huge engine was almost continuous with the sound of gunfire Let's roar together.

No one noticed the abnormality, and even if the man in the black suit hadn't seen the flames and smoke coming out of the opponent's muzzle, he might have ignored the gunshot.

He stopped drawing his gun and subconsciously looked back.

Someone stared blankly at his hand, which was still trembling slightly, as if it had been numb from an electric shock.

On the ground not far away, there was a black HK-VP9 thrown away. The steel sleeve of the gun body showed a visible twist, lying quietly on the green grass.

"I said, keep him." After the girl in the red dress finished shooting, she looked down at the HK-VP9 of the same model in her hand, and sighed speechlessly: "It's a good gun. Keep it like this..."

As she spoke, she disassembled the gun in her hand, gestured to the ground to aim at it, and acted like no one else was there.

"..."

The leading man in a black suit moved his Adam's apple, subconsciously pulled out the gun under his armpit, and pointed it at the red dress in front of him——

Eh?

What about people?

He only felt something flicker in front of him, and then the woman who was standing several meters away appeared in front of him like a ghost.

In the next second, the world is spinning——

"puff--"

"do not move!"

"Wow--"

"Drop the gun! Put the gun down!"

"hands up!"

"Let it go—let it go ah ah ah—"

As the woman in the red skirt put her palm on the chin of the leading man in black suit, the latter jumped up and fell back lightly.

Turning around, taking a wrong step, and reaching out——the gun in the latter's hand, accompanied by the skirt of the girl in the red dress, which was blooming like a red rose, swirled and drew a black light like an arc, and pushed against a man in a black suit behind him. on the head.

Those strange sounds, those sounds of guns being drawn out with "哗啦——" aiming, those fierce shouts of "putting down the gun" or "raising hands", and even those "Put" that changed their tune due to excessive tension. The high-spirited ending of the gun down' all came to an abrupt end at this moment.

The girl in the red dress gently pushed forward with the gun in her hand, watching the sweat dripping down her cheeks in front of the man in the black suit whose eyes were staring at the muzzle of the gun in front of his forehead, repeating again. Said: "Take! People! Stay! Down!"

"..." No. [-] man in black suit squirmed his lips, but did not speak.

"The reliability of HK-VP9 is too poor. The reliability of MAC is the second last in history. Floating sand can cause failures."

The woman in the red dress looked over the second man in the suit she was pointing at, and looked over his shoulder at the third man in the black suit who was aiming at her behind him: "To be honest, I think your KSK's combat effectiveness is declining now, and you don't have reliable equipment. Support, it doesn't matter."

"!" The eyes of the men in black suits changed instantly, some of them wandered, some became dangerous.

As Germany's most famous special forces, 1000 of KSK's 850-member establishment are combatants, including professionally trained professional soldiers and mercenaries—the HK-VP9 gun is their weapon.

They took the ID of the German police, but the girl in the red skirt knew that the guns used by the German police were still the old Glock-G46, at least the police in Hamburg were like this. Only the police in Berlin in Germany changed to HK-VP9 .

As for why she knew?

please!During this period of time, she has been dealing with these guys over and over again. This is the guy who eats.

No. [-] in the black suit took a deep breath, the hand holding the gun moved slightly, and the muscles of the forearm began to tense.

"The reason why I say poor reliability is because I don't think you can hit me with this gun."

As she spoke, she took a half step forward. From a distance, she might have nestled into the arms of No. [-], the man in a black suit, in a close-to-face dancing posture. The posture was intimate and fitting.

But the latter understood his situation—his head was pointed at by the other party's gun, and some kind of indescribable strange oppressive force made him stiff. It was the feeling of being submerged in water pressure like diving.

close?nonexistent.

The other party's posture is too professional, so professional that I have become her human shield, a shield.

The girl in the red dress shook her other hand, and she held the HK-VP9 that had been dismantled by her intact.

This made the pupils of the veterans disguised as Hamburg police shrink—so fast?When did she load the gun? !

"The reliability of HK-VP9 is not good, but there is one thing I like very much."

The girl in the red dress raised her legs, as relaxed and natural as a woman walking on the road lifting the heel of her high-heeled shoes, and rubbed the HK-VP9 against her heel, accompanied by a crisp sleeve sliding sound, He loaded it again—then without looking back, he pressed it against the back of the head of the leader in black suit who had just got up.

"The ergonomics of this gun are good, and the Charging supports at the end of the slide are very good. Compared with the anti-skid lines on the slide, you only need to hook this small protrusion lightly to complete the loading."

"..." The male leader in black suit who had never hated HK so much rolled his eyes, and subconsciously moved his body to stand up.

"Kneel down." The girl in the red dress said flatly, "I don't want to kill people right now."

Arrogant, arrogant, and unscrupulous—it seems like she alone surrounded the entire eight KSK elites here.

But there was something, something like an aura, that just spread out, and she completely controlled the corner covered by the wind blown by the helicopter's rotor.

Until a slight bell rang, the sound came from the arms of the leader in the black suit.

The latter lowered his eyes subconsciously to take a look, but he didn't move - the cold touch on the back of his head was not a joke.

"Pick it up." The girl in the red dress didn't turn her head: "It should be your boss calling."

"Sir." The leader of the man in the black suit answered the phone slowly.

"Did anyone bring it back? 』A certain steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"...No, we were stopped."

『Then just execute him, we don’t need him anymore. ”The person on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice: “Come right back now. 』

"I don't think they can carry out your order." The girl in the red skirt looked back slightly: "It's the Tornado fighter you ordered to take off? It took off with live ammunition in less than 10 minutes, and you can also directly command the KSK troops. See Come on, your status is much higher than I imagined."

"..." After a few seconds of silence, the voice on the other end of the phone rang out: "Who are you?" 』

"A ghost." The woman in the red skirt lowered the gun on the forehead of the second man in the black suit expressionlessly, and pulled the trigger on the ground: "A ghost that just landed from [-] feet."

"boom----"

Harsh gunshots, without the cover of the roar of the passenger plane engine, rang harshly in this corner.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

The phone was hung up directly, and everyone stood there without moving.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." The woman in the red skirt put away her two guns and patted the elbow of the useless shield in front of her: "It seems that you have also been abandoned."

After speaking, she passed the poor guy and walked forward.

Standing not far away was the bald supervisor with his hands shackled and covered by a coat, with a frightened face.