After Becoming a Little |

Kunou-chan said these words, picked up the bathtub next to the bathtub, and poured warm water on Sister Yanjiu's foamy hair.

"Eh..." Sister Yanjiu closed her eyes, rubbed her hair, and let out a shattered cry: "I always thought that there would be such a super powerful person, and now even a creature like you is very powerful. Say no--is Kamen Rider all a lie?"

"Yes, it's all a lie, so you're a useless and useless person who can only lie at home, give it up, you can't take the responsibility, even if there is a Kamen Rider, you can only play the first role on the set. It's just a sad victim who was killed by a weirdo before being killed in one episode, and his body was thrown into Tokyo Bay."

"You vicious Sanwu maid, actually questioning my ability, I was a mercenary..."

The maid Kuou-chan ignored her, grabbed the towel, pulled over the small bench and sat down, wiping her back, a rare expression of doubt appeared on her expressionless face - she looked at the misty bathroom ceiling and began to Think about why you are here.

Oh, it was this brainless woman who ran to the first floor and said, "I have a drink from my own bar, so I want to drink it." Because the light was not turned on, I grabbed the wrong bottle of soy sauce, opened it and took a big gulp. , and the result was all sprayed on her body behind her.

Thinking like this, she lowered her head, looked at this stupid woman who seemed to be enjoying a massage, and sighed.

This woman was so stupid that in order to avoid responsibility, she poured soy sauce on herself and pretended that she was the same victim. However, there was no third person in the bar, which led to not only cleaning her up after turning on the light, but also spending money It took a while to clear the ground...

"Speaking of mercenaries, let me tell you, Nine Layers, have you ever seen the pinnacle of humanity?"

"...I don't know, because there are a lot of things I've forgotten and it's a symptom of some kind of selective amnesia, so I suspect that before the trauma I went through some serious psychological trauma, if there was no stimulus that worked , maybe I'll never be able to remember it in the future."

Jiuzhong said the result of the diagnosis he gave himself, and slapped the stupid woman who turned over and lay on her back on the floor: "I'm just wiping your back, not giving you a massage, holding a towel, it's your turn."

Sister Yanjiu got up reluctantly. Although her maid had a stinky mouth, her expression was a bit stiff, her cooking skills were a bit poor, her temper was a bit weird, and everything else was more generous, especially because the other party was actually still a bad guy. It is biological, so wiping the back can also be done in all aspects, as comfortable as a massage.

She took a basin of clean water from the bathtub and poured it on Kunou's hair: "I just said... oh, the peak of humanity, I'm not asking about your amnesia, I mean the peak of humanity, there are really superhumans in this world. !"

"The overall environment of Blue Star determines the basis for the impossibility of supernatural individuals, and the human body has evolved for tens of thousands of years, and there is no possibility that it can carry supernatural power - unless it is biological modification."

"Like Cyborg 18?"

"Humanoid? What is that? I don't recall such a research project."

"You really have no entertainment life, you haven't heard of Dragon Ball, so do you know Turtle School Qigong? By accumulating strength in the body, then accumulating all the energy to a point, and finally releasing the energy, is this possible? "

Jiuzhong closed his eyes and touched the top of his head: "Stupid woman, there is no water."

"Oh, I forgot to pick up... Also call me Master!"

"I'll call you at the bar, but elsewhere, you're just a stupid woman."

Kunou felt the warm water pouring down again, cleaned the foam from the shampoo, and said, "There is no such thing as the so-called energy release, even if there are blood vessels in the body for energy transmission, but does it erupt from the capillaries? Unless there is a kind of energy that is so high that we can't understand it now, this process of outgoing is completed in a wonderful way, but since it is already so unscientific, we should no longer use the existing scientific level to delve into the process. "

Sister Yanjiu kept squeezing shampoo into her hair while pouring water, completely ignoring what she was saying.

"And the current human body, even if it carries that level of power, will be seriously injured. Generally speaking, it is probably a compatibility issue. The human body has a self-protection mechanism. If it reaches a critical value, it may collapse directly. It's also possible...why are there more bubbles?"

After a while, the sound of screams, splashing water, and the small bench being brought 'squeak--' sounded throughout the second floor, and wet footprints crossed the floor, leading from the bathroom to the bedroom.

Next to the broken floor-to-ceiling glass window, the curtain was lifted by the wind that rolled outside. The stray cat who returned after waiting for a while finally found what he was looking for and let out a satisfied meow.

Tonight, the moonlight in the night sky is so beautiful...

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"Master, it has been checked, the villa is safe, please go in and rest."

In the bulletproof car, the driver sitting in the front row confirmed the communication with his companion, and turned his head to look at his young master.

This is naturally Brother Lian's fiancee, a strong sister we have been missing for several chapters (laughs).

Strong brother closed the pendant, brought it back to his neck, and carefully put the pendant into the collar: "Let's go."

The villa that the Song family arranged for him is a refreshing Nordic style, with a simple gray-blue triangular pointed roof, without too much decoration. The beige exterior walls have warm yellow lights, and the surrounding green plants are trimmed at appropriate heights. Simple and comfortable atmosphere.

Probably because young people nowadays prefer this style, so the Song family did not arrange servants and housekeepers for traditional European-style villas.

Several bodyguards who re-checked the villa because of the internal changes in Song's manor came out from the inside. Brother Qiangqi buttoned up his casual suit and walked in handsomely.

First floor, second floor, third floor.

On the third floor, he opened the door of the master bedroom. With his left hand, he touched the switch with the light green light sign next to the bedroom door. He paused and did not press it.

The bodyguard at the other end of the corridor waited for two seconds, then looked sideways in confusion: "Master, what's the matter?"

As he spoke, he had already stretched his hand to the inside of the black suit.

The strong brother turned his head: "It's nothing, you go down first, I'm tired."

With that he turned on the light, walked into the room, and closed the door.

On the side of the bedroom door, on the wall where the light switch was, stood a figure in a black robe and a hood.

A UMP45 turned with the strong brother's eyebrows.

The neutral voice of the black-robed man couldn't tell the gender, and asked softly in English, "Can I interview, how do you feel now?"

Brother Qiangqi sat down on the sofa and sighed helplessly: "I want to deduct the salary and bonus of my bodyguard... It's up to your Excellency to give me this opportunity."

PS: Although Xiao Zuo is still not good, but I am witty and start coding early in the morning, so the debuff of the speed drop takes time to make up for it, perfect.

PS2: It feels as if the code words are fast to code out the pleasure...

Section 147 0146-Elabe! (Add 4/4 for "Mary's Ib"

The man in black robe sat down on the sofa at the other end, the gun in his hand was not put down, and he held it flat, as steady as if his arm had been cast in a plaster.

The hood of the man in black robe was pulled down so much that he couldn't see the hidden face of the other party, and he could only see half a mask made of satin.

Although the other party's voice was neutral, the hand holding the gun looked slender and white, and it was obvious from the knuckles that it was a female palm.

Of course, the strong brother is not completely sure - after all, there is a strange trend in the Asia-Pacific circle now, there are always some men who want to pretend to be women, and they really do.

When Brother Qiang was studying, his Asia-Pacific classmates liked to bring a mobile phone over and asked him, 'Look if this is a boy or a girl'. After the first few failures, the smart Brother Qiang never missed it.

Those pretty Girls are definitely cute boys pretending to be.

It's just that after graduation, this kind of thing is rare. After all, he lost his interesting sand sculpture companions in his life circle, and surrounded by so-called drunken fans and acting on the scene.

Brother Qiang looked at her, and the man in black looked at him curiously: "When you first discovered me, why didn't you just call someone or go back?"

"If I shouted or retreated, you should have shot first, right?"

"Well...not necessarily." The man in black robe thought for a while: "If I told you that you didn't enter this door at the beginning, I wouldn't do anything, what do you think?"

The man in black robe looked like he was doing a serious interview, but the submachine gun she was holding in one hand was like a microphone at the moment.

"If that's the case, I'm a little regretful now." The strong brother smiled, crossed Erlang's legs, and stretched out: "Can I go out? Let's just assume that nothing unpleasant happened, and tonight is quiet again. one night."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think so." The man in black robe smiled and said, "You don't seem to be very afraid--Introduce yourself, at this time, you can call me 'Wang Hassan', this is a one-off codename."

"Grand assassin (Wang Hassan)..."

Brother Qiangqiang read the name and suddenly thought of something. He placed his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, with his thumb on his chin and his index finger on his lips. He asked curiously, "Are you from the Republic?"

He speaks Mandarin, although not very standard, but relatively speaking, it is enough to 'understand'.

"Oh?" Wang Hasan asked him back in English, "Why do you think so?"

"I know about that game, FGO."

Brother Qiang explained seriously: "Actually, the mobile game industry is a big cake of tens of billions of dollars, and the technical content is lower than that of many industries, so I have considered participating in it, after all, the success of your republic market , enough to make the global media industry jealous."

Then he shrugged: "As the game that ranks third in the global mobile game revenue list, I also downloaded it to play it, and I am also a young man - as far as I know, the main distribution area of ​​that game is Japan and the Republic."

Wang Hasan gave a 'um': "Then why not Japan?"

Brother Qiang thought for a while: "It's because of the style... If it is a Japanese killer, it will probably look very serious and tense. The Japanese I have seen are all like that, always like a layer of shackles on their bodies."

Wang Hassan nodded in appreciation and changed back to his Mandarin: "The word 'shackle' is used very well, your Mandarin is great."

"Thank you, my language teacher is an international affairs expert at the Fairbank Center for East Asian Studies, and he is a huge fan of the republic."

Brother Qiang said, reached out and touched his pocket: "Can I smoke a cigarette? After all, you pointed a gun at me, I'm a little nervous."

"I'm sorry, no." Wang Hasan threw him a small kumquat the size of a finger: "You can add some sugar."

Brother Qiangqi looked at the little kumquat and was a little surprised: "I have seen it on the decorative potted plants in the manor - is this also edible?"

"Okay, it tastes pretty good." Wang Hasan took two out of his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth under his hood: "Actually, I'm very hungry right now, and I rely on this thing to replenish my energy, so I'm thinking about killing you. Are you going back for steak or seafood...what type of seafood do you like?"

"Very... unique taste." The strong brother stuffed the small kumquat into his mouth, frowning and chewing: "I like rainbow trout, if you like it too, I think I can invite you to taste the rainbow trout from my hometown. , provided I live to that time."

Wang Hassan was a little puzzled: "Your heart is beating very fast now, but how do you look so calm? You have received special training? And are you thinking about resisting?"

The strong brother spread his hands: "As you said, I'm actually very nervous now, and to tell you the truth, my legs are a little weak, my back is sweaty, and I even want to go to the bathroom - this is adrenaline As a result, my family is involved in the biopharmaceutical industry, so I have a good understanding of this aspect, probably because I have seen a lot of cases and the like, so I am used to pretending not to be so afraid. Panicked children don't fit their ideal image of an heir."

He thought about it and added: "And as a man, the only thing I can do in the face of death is to make me look less embarrassed."

"If it weren't for the commission, I would have wanted to be friends with you. You are amazing."

Wang Hassan put down the UMP45 in his hand, and patted his palms in admiration: "Is this some application of psychology? Through self-mockery, to lower the vigilance of the other party, to bring the relationship closer, or something else?"

Brother Qiang nodded generously: "Yes, after all, I also want to live... To be honest, I dare not ask you to tell me who hired you, after all, my bodyguards are also the elite of the security company, you can Avoiding them easily is proof of your strength, so I'm trying not to offend you - but can you tell me the amount of the commission? I'm curious how much I'm worth."

His Mandarin is very written, and he uses honorifics proficiently, which is probably the habit of foreigners speaking Chinese.

Of course, they cannot be allowed to live in the Republic, otherwise they will all be taken into the local dialect system.

Wang Hassan lowered his head and did some calculations. In terms of commissions... the alien notebook is about [-], and the usual breakfast, lunch, dinner, and some late-night snacks and desserts.In addition to clothes and small gifts, there are probably tens of thousands of pieces, right?

Wang Hassan was very sincere: "About 3 yuan, the currency unit of the Republic, you are still very valuable."

"..."

The strong brother's face was a little dazed.

The chime outside the window rang, reminding the people in the manor that it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"I'm sorry, I have to settle things and go back to eat something, otherwise I might starve to death here." Wang Hasan said, grabbing the UMP45 and holding it up to Brother Qiang's head: "There is only one question now, I want to destroy your marriage with the Song family, and I have two choices."

She stood up, looked down at the strong brother who was sitting on the sofa, and her tone turned cold: "First, I will kill you, and second, I will kill Song Fuqu—if you give me 100 million dollars, I can let you go." It's up to you to choose to kill Song Fuqu, after all, you have nothing to do with her right now, right?"

"..."

"So, make a choice."

PS: Although it’s a bit tiring, but I finally fulfilled my promise. Today, I also completed the update of “Mary’s Ib” classmates~ Next is the rest, such as the update of chapter 14 of a certain green caterpillar...

PS2: Good night.