Elder brother's garrison

After all, the cities in all the chapters are just fortresses to fight against the deep-sea amphibious ships, not places to defend against human enemies, so the control over human movements is much looser than that of other military fortresses.

If someone is really determined to come and feed the deep-sea amphibious ships, there's no need for the authorities to stop them.

Luo Lian sighed.

Dull.

I feel like this answer is a little boring.

Lying in the sack, Luo Lian felt a bit bored. She thought she had finally encountered a major plot twist, but it turned out to be just a trivial side quest.

Luo Lian twisted her hands, preparing to finish quickly. If she wasted any more time, she might not make it back in time for breakfast, and Xiao Bai was still waiting for her.

But at this moment.

The man who looked like the leader suddenly let out a "Huh?" and then a series of footsteps approached Luo Lian.

"Awake? Behave yourself. If you want to get a knife, keep moving. I don't mind tattooing a few scars on your legs first."

A cold, sharp blade pressed against Luo Lian's thigh, causing the girl's skin to sink in slightly.

Luo Lian became obedient.

The man put away the razor blade. But then, seemingly noticing something else, he bent down and reached down to grab a notebook from the floor beside Luo Lian's legs.

The sound of a laptop being opened.

"Work log?"

"The direction of improvement of the construction device... daily planning... experimental results of different materials... the current sample size is too small to summarize, hypothetical inferences about the function of texture... what is all this stuff? Does this girl have it on her?" The man flipped through the notebook and muttered to himself curiously.

Just then, Luo Lian on the ground suddenly started struggling like a caterpillar, constantly moving closer to the man, as if to say that this thing was not to be looked at.

The man frowned and stepped on the girl in the sack.

It seems that Luo Lian's willingness to risk scratches on her fair thighs to retrieve the laptop has piqued the men's interest in it.

He continued flipping through the pages, even reading aloud.

"(Turn the page) Analysis of the cause of the explosion of the construction device? The specific speculation is that the temperature rose sharply and new materials were needed. (Turn the page) The pattern imprint inside the construction device is further speculated to be some kind of hieroglyphic script. (Turn the page) The progress of deciphering the pattern script is slow... (Turn the page)" The man's voice became strange as he read, as these things seemed to be nothing special.

The man looked at Luo Lian, who was struggling more and more on the ground.

The man continued to flutter and roll over to the back.

"On [date], it was sunny. Xiaobai got up at 3:18 today, washed her face and brushed her teeth at 4:00 sharp, looked at the sky for a while at the door of the steps, and chatted with Bismarck who got up early. She said a total of 18 words. Today we ate steamed buns. Xiaobai ate beef filling. She took six bites and chewed 31 times. Xiaobai didn't like to eat the last bite of the steamed bun because she swallowed it after chewing it 3 less times."

[Month x + 1], Sunny. Xiaobai woke up at 4:20 AM today and washed her face and brushed her teeth at 4:30 AM. I washed Xiaobai's clothes today, and secretly asked her about them when she wasn't around. Her panties didn't smell bad at all, her shirt had no odor under her armpits, and her underwear didn't smell of sweat; they were very dry. Speaking of which, Xiaobai's skin seems to have gotten better lately, and her stamina seems to have surpassed mine.

In conclusion, it seems that Xiaobai has cut off its metabolism and is evolving in some direction.

Why is that? Did something happen...?

But Xiaobai looks perfectly healthy, so it doesn't matter.

Anyway, I'll just kill anyone who gets in Xiaobai's way, right? (?*)

On month x+2, it was cloudy.

There are no Xiaobais today.

[Month x+3], Sunny. Little Bai today…

The more the man read, the more complicated and bewildered his expression became.

The first half of the notebook contained meticulously researched and detailed information, though it was difficult to understand. However, the second half took a sharp turn, transforming into a diary.

And this diary seems... a bit strange? It feels like the person who wrote it is a bit of a stalker... like they have mental issues... By the way, who is Xiaobai?

As the man was pondering, suddenly, Luo Lian, whose feet were bound tightly from head to toe and who was still wriggling like a caterpillar, leaped up from the ground and pounced on the man.

The man was startled and instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to stab forward.

The dagger pierced the sack, followed by a tremendous force from within. The man's wrist snapped with a crack, bending bizarrely. He cursed, clutching his wrist, his face flushed red with pain, and beads of sweat immediately streamed down his forehead.

The sack fell back to the ground. The dagger, embedded in the center of the sack, swiftly slid into the cut.

The sack twisted eerily a few times, and a few seconds later, the blade pierced out from the inside of the sack. With a dry cutting sound, a huge gash appeared, and then a thin, serene-faced girl slowly walked out.

The atmosphere was somber.

"See that...?"

"You saw it, didn't you..."

The girl stared at the man clutching her wrist, her eyes wide open, murmuring softly.

"I saw it..."

"I told you not to look..."

The expressionless girl looked around, then suddenly reached out and pointed at the heads of the men around her.

"One, two, three, four, five, six... seven, eight, nine..."

"You all heard that, didn't you..."

"You all heard that, didn't you..."

After counting, Luo Lian lowered her hands, bent down, and let out a weak breath.

"Today... Meng Po soup is half price!"

Chapter 862 The Mummy's Song (4000 words)

From elementary school onwards, many of the Chinese language teachers that Xiaobai encountered liked to assign their students a very unique homework assignment.

That is, writing a diary.

And it still needs to be checked.

Xiao Bai understands and comprehends why her Chinese teacher assigned this homework: to cultivate students' ability to plan and utilize their time, to help them realize the value of time, and to encourage them to develop the good habit of consistently doing something.

However, if you write a diary for others to read, then it's no longer a diary.

A diary is written for oneself, because people's memories are not very good and it is easy to forget things. A diary can help people review their time.

So, from elementary school onwards, Xiaobai didn't like writing diaries.

Firstly, because Shiro has a good memory and doesn't need a diary to help him remember time. Secondly, because Shiro's daily life before becoming an admiral was extremely boring.

But Luo Lian is different.

Luo Lian loves writing in her diary.

I love it so much! Sometimes when Xiao Bai is around, I even write in it three or four times a day. For Luo Lian, the diary is not only a tool for expressing her emotions, but also evidence of her secret operations.

Simply put, it's like a hazy fruit containing the bittersweet feelings of a young girl's budding flower. Luo Ritian felt really embarrassed to show his girlish sentiments to others.

After his diary was read aloud in public, a wonderfully long time passed in that small warehouse.

Fortunately, Xiaobai arrived just in time for the final step.

Otherwise, those guys who kidnapped Luo Lian would probably have to line up to drink Meng Po soup on the Bridge of Helplessness to forget all the contents of Luo Lian's diary.

"Bang."

After confirming the scene inside the warehouse, Xiaobai threw the warehouse door he had pulled off to his side.

The heavy door slammed onto the floor with a soft thud.

Luo Lian and Xiao Bai looked at each other and winked at each other.

Then, Luo Lian silently stood up from the man beneath her, who had been beaten to a pulp and was just short of finishing him off, and thought for a few seconds.

Then, Luo Lian, splattered with blood, stretched out her two little fists, pitifully covered her eyes, and ran towards Xiao Bai while sobbing.

"Waaaaah... Xiaobai... they bullied me..." Luo Lian ran towards Xiaobai, starting her tattling mode, "I'm so scared..."

Xiao Bai had never seen Luo Lian so vulnerable in his life, and he immediately felt sorry for her and opened his arms to hug her.

"Ah, stop, don't hug me yet." Luo Lian stopped the car and made a stop gesture with her hand. "Otherwise, I'll have to wash an extra piece of clothing when we get back."

"..." Xiaobai lowered her hands. "Lianlian... are you alright?"

"My body hurts so much, I need Xiaobai to hug me tonight to heal me," Luo Lian said, her big eyes filled with tears.

At this moment, Missouri, who had tied up all the unsuspecting staff outside, arrived late, carrying a large bundle of rope.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Luo Lian, covered in blood and with tears in her eyes, standing pitifully in front of Xiao Bai, looking as if she had suffered inhuman torture and interrogation.

A surge of anger welled up inside Missouri.

Luo Lian is the Admiral's best friend.

If Luo Lian is injured, the Admiral will be sad.

When Luo Lian is seriously injured, the Admiral will be especially heartbroken.

If the admiral is particularly heartbroken, he will develop psychological trauma.

If an admiral has psychological trauma, he will not be able to eat or sleep well, his mental state will be poor, his body will have problems, and his life will be in danger.

—This group of people is trying to kill their own admiral!

Her admiral is the world's number one admiral. If something happens to her, who will protect the world?

—These people are going to destroy the world!

I would gladly die for it!

Even a ship girl as composed as Missouri couldn't contain her anger after encountering this scene. She gripped the rope tightly and rushed into the warehouse in just a few steps.

In the warehouse.

The men were beaten black and blue, their bodies covered in bruises, their limbs bent, and many were too weak to even groan. They could only lie helplessly in the shadows, constantly teetering on the edge of life and death. One of them carried a bowl of soup and hopped back and forth on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Missouri remained silent for a long time, then silently picked up the door that had fallen to the side and pushed it back in.

It's best for the admiral to avoid witnessing such scenes...

“Missouri,” Little White called out.

"Missouri is here."

"Um... Missouri, could we go to the clothing section and buy an outfit first? Lianlian can't fit into clothes like this..."

“No problem.” Missouri nodded, glanced at Luo Lian a few times, and left thoughtfully.

Luo Lian stood obediently beside Xiao Bai, just like a little kitten, with her head down.

When Xiao Bai looked over, Luo Lian was still squinting her eyes, smiling cutely while whimpering.

Xiao Bai no longer devoted any of her extra energy to the robbers on the other side of the door.

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Admiral's Guild.

A series of telephone calls rang on Chairman Er Gou's desk.

President Er Gou grabbed the microphone.

"Hello, this is the Heaven on Earth midnight hotline, this is technician number seven, it is my pleasure to serve you."

"Haha, just kidding, little white sister, what's up?"

"...Huh? Robbers? Damn it, you dare to mess with me...Where are they? I'll send someone over right now."

"Oh, I see. How many of them died? Wow, you were quite careful with your strength. Hmm, I'll have someone carry them back later, interrogate them, and then finish them off one by one."

"Little White Sister, don't worry. Kidnapping the Admiral, disrupting the order of the sea area, endangering coastal security, and spying on the secrets of the naval base are all capital crimes. Ten lives wouldn't be enough to pay for them."

"Speaking of which, the trial is about to start... Oh, little Bai, you should rest well. Are you hurt?"

"...awesome."

President Er Gou hung up the phone and revealed a faint smile.

"Little White Sister is really amazing." President Er Gou muttered to himself, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on a piece of white paper, then handed the paper to Helena next to him.

Helena took the paper, quietly walked out of the office, and returned a while later.

Helena didn't return to President Er Gou's side, but leaned against the door and silently closed it.

After doing all this, Helena finally looked up at the group of people who had been sitting in the middle of the office for a long time.

—He was a male admiral whose body was wrapped in bandages. He sat quietly in his chair, looking at the Second Dog Chairman in front of his desk with a cold gaze like that of an eagle.