Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"No," the team member waved his hands in horror: "We have already made three or four barrels," he said, pointing to a cylindrical barrel next to him that was almost one meter high and sixty centimeters in diameter.

Chapter 61: If this isn’t science fiction, it’s going to be a detective thriller

"Come closer and take a look." The commander's words came from the drone. The drone moved closer with a buzzing sound. The captain of Team C didn't dare to speak. It was indeed illogical to have so much flesh and blood.

"Don't collect it, take it to the laboratory," the commander ordered, "Move the entire wreckage over there, and have the person in charge lift up this piece of road and move it over there so they can see what it is."

The captain of Team C felt that this was a bit of an exaggeration, but he didn't dare to say anything. If the commander was unhappy, he would be the one to suffer.

The commander seemed to have figured out something. He snorted, "Yamada-kun, please tell me, if this was the target, why couldn't we find even a single intact human body? Even if it was just two fingers or some bones that were blown out?"

The commander added, "Did you notice that barrel? It's now filled with three barrels of flesh and blood. That barrel is big enough for an adult male to squat in. And the target is a little girl and a woman. How did they fill three barrels? This barrel can fit six people, but it's full with two people in it?"

Captain Yamada of Team C sucked in a breath. He now knew where that subtle feeling of abnormality came from. The flesh and blood were too evenly distributed. If it was brought to the kitchen, an uninformed cook might even wrap it directly into dumplings. There was not even a trace of human remains on it. The huge explosion would at least leave some tissue or limbs behind. The anti-personnel rocket was not a crusher that could evenly grind a person into minced meat.

If that was the case, then there was something fishy going on. Who would bring a bucket of pounded meat in a car for no reason? Where did the people in the car go? These unsolved mysteries troubled him, so it was no wonder that the commander asked to send it to the laboratory.

Yamada immediately and spared no effort to praise the commander for his keen vision, which pleased him very much. The commander liked such subordinates. After every performance, no matter how it was, he would come to flatter him. This time, he just hit the mark, and the commander was so happy that he liked Yamada more and more.

It is foreseeable that this captain with the least experience may be promoted to a higher position because of his behavior.

On the high tower of the headquarters of Yazongyi Heavy Industry, a man with off-white hair and wearing a red suit stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Jiuguang, who had just received the report from the mobile force, was now troubled by a question, that is, how could an outside force dare to confront the old forces?

Jiuguang thought about this question. He couldn't understand why someone had only been in his place for two days and caused such a big commotion? Normal people would not think of confronting the old forces. It would be more trouble than gain. If he was doing business, what goods did he sell? Nowadays, weapons have automatic locking functions and are more powerful. Those old World War II goods are not worth spending even a penny.

There must be something missing in the middle. Jiuguang returned to his desk and began to sort out the clues.

He investigated possible forces, but to no avail. The target did not tell anyone his name, and he searched for his face in the system, but could not find anyone. He was just a guy who suddenly appeared, and he could not find any background or family.

In terms of behavior, if you want to do business, you have to fight with the locals first? And you may not be able to win? You even transferred your sniper to school to play house with a little girl? And sent an armored vehicle of elite soldiers?

Jiuguang couldn't help but believe it. The machine gunner on the armored vehicle was able to control the machine gun to achieve the effect of a close-in defense gun. If not elite, what else could such soldiers be?

So what was his purpose in doing this? Jiuguang deduced the logic again and again, but it just didn't make sense. What was missing? It couldn't be that he was just a hot-blooded prodigal, right?

The sound of high heels clicking came from outside the door, and a woman in secretary clothes walked in holding a tablet computer. Her golden hair was parted in the middle and combed to both sides, revealing her smooth forehead. If a normal woman dressed like this, she would look a little stupid, but fortunately she had a good forehead, so even if she dressed like this, it only showed her meticulousness.

She was wearing a light brown suit with a slim black and white plaid jacket on the outside, which brought out her slender waist. It seemed to deliberately emphasize her identity as a secretary, giving her a serious look with a little embellishment.

Quan walked in from outside, her high heels making a loud sound when hitting the ground: "There is a report about the accident that needs your attention." Jiuguang raised his eyebrows. He had a hunch that this report might be the last piece of the puzzle in the confusing logical line.

Jiu Guang took the report, and Quan began to explain with a blank expression: "The people in the laboratory handed in this report. They seem to have discovered something interesting, such as vehicles controlled by flesh and blood."

Jiu Guang frowned and said, "How did he come up with such a conclusion that is like a fantasy novel? If he is just guessing, let's deal with it tomorrow."

Quan still maintained his icy look: "The people in the laboratory dismantled the entire armored vehicle and found that there was no control device inside, only blood and flesh covering every place."

Jiu Guang was even more incredulous. He quickly scanned the contents of the report with a fierce look:

The armored vehicle was modified based on the German SDFKZ222 armored vehicle during World War II, retaining the original 20mm cannon and adding two machine guns.

These weapons are covered in varying degrees of flesh and tendons, allowing them to be manipulated like limbs.

The wheels and axles are also covered in flesh and blood, and they control the tires as if they were human legs running, maintaining a high degree of stability while also having a certain degree of flexibility, allowing the tires to turn sideways and move the vehicle sideways.

At the same time, after restoration, there was a hole in the front part of the vehicle body left by the removed tissue. It can be inferred that an important organ of this "armored vehicle" was taken away.

We think this car is more of a living creature than a car.

Below are some anatomical diagrams and restored images.

Submitted together with this report were the battle reports and videos submitted by the commander of the mobile force. Jiuguang watched the video again and confirmed that the armored vehicle had not been replaced. It was the one lying in the laboratory now. After staring at the report for a while, Jiuguang closed his eyes and began to think.

Quan stood behind him like a sculpture.

Jiuguang, who had figured it out, suddenly laughed out loud, and was out of breath. He used his own logic to go through it again, and after filling in the puzzle, he easily figured out Fang Qingyun's purpose: "What? Are you really here to do business?"

Why did Fang Qingyun want to make a big deal out of this? Wasn't it just to attract the attention of Jiu Guang, who was a senior executive of Ya Zongyi? Only by attracting someone who could make the final decision could so many troubles be avoided. There would always be some subordinates who would try to do something fancy. They might not recognize the business opportunities of this thing, and while wasting resources, they would only try to snatch them, just like a toad. Although it can't hurt people, it is annoying.

This wasn't some jealous action for a little girl, it was clearly a large-scale weapons demonstration! He also knew that if he told others about this technology, he would be regarded as a lunatic, so he simply took charge of the incident to open the eyes of these old guys with dull brains, let them dissect the new technology themselves, and see the true potential of the new technology.

The chase on the road shows the various functions of this "cargo", which has a very high intelligence and combat capability, comparable to the driving ability of a professional racing driver. The key is that there is no place to put gasoline. What does this mean? Their cargo does not need gasoline! Such technology is just like a fantasy in a novel.

Jiuguang calmed down and quickly realized the business opportunities here. The huge profit temptation made him angry, but was there a trap? Why would the other party find Ya Zongyi instead of developing it himself and monopolizing this big cake?

After a period of thinking, Jiuguang realized the advantages of Yazongyi Heavy Industry compared to other large enterprises: the entire Yazongyi City was under his control, and flesh and blood were related to intelligence, so maybe what was needed was human organs...

Then Ya Zongyi's advantage is also very obvious. A large number of donated bodies can provide him with a large amount of "materials". Only in this way will the development of this flesh and blood vehicle not be restricted.

Faced with a profit of 500%, the capitalists even dare to sell ropes to hang themselves. Moreover, there is much more than just this little profit behind this technology. If this flesh-and-blood vehicle is indeed considered safe, it can save a lot of fuel costs and there is no need for people to drive it.

It is equivalent to installing a completely obedient artificial intelligence in the car. However, one difficulty that artificial intelligence has not been able to overcome in driving is the trolley problem. It is the problem of one person lying on one side and five people lying on the other side, asking you who to hit.

Today's artificial intelligence is often extremely cold-blooded and often makes choices that people regret. Suppose an extremely cold-blooded logic is installed in artificial intelligence, that is, to ensure that as many people as possible survive, what will happen?

On one side, one person is a relative, and the other five are young people who are maliciously causing trouble and interfering with driving. In this case, artificial intelligence will choose to kill the former without hesitation, completely disregarding the driver's inner thoughts.

No matter how the basis for artificial intelligence's judgment is chosen, it will make decisions that will cause pain to the driver in a contradictory and complex reality.

But what if it is a flesh and blood vehicle? He is a living being. His driving skills are his innate instincts, just like a person walking. No matter how complicated the road conditions are, the difficulty for him is at most the same as jumping a box PLUS. It is very difficult to have an accident. Even if an accident occurs, he will do his best to protect himself, greatly reducing the severity of the accident.

What's more, it can also remember all the relatives and friends of the owner, so even if an accident really happens, there will not be such a bloody plot: in order to avoid others who run a red light, the car will hit the relatives who are waiting for the red light.

In this case... the interior of the vehicle needs to be packaged to prevent buyers from seeing the flesh and blood, and an advertisement needs to be shot... Jiuguang suddenly had a very good idea. He planned to directly fix the part of the confrontation with the armored vehicle and turn it into a ten-minute advertisement, which would save money.

Chapter 62: Those who come out to wander around at night are either fish or fish hooks...

But the most important thing next is to talk business.

Jiuguang thought about it and decided that it was impossible for him to condescend to the alley to discuss business with others. That meant that the place where the business was discussed would most likely be at the headquarters of Yazongyi. So how could the message be conveyed? It would be a bit disrespectful to send an electronic message directly. He thought about it and wrote an invitation.

"Quan, please go over there later and give the invitation to the person in charge there, and ask him to come to Yazongyi to discuss business." Jiuguang gave the instructions. At first, he didn't understand why the person in charge, Fang Qingyun, placed his base in such a conspicuous place. Now he understood, it was to make it easier for Jiuguang to find it. There is no need to be so clear when talking to a smart person, he will fill in the logical chain himself.

"Okay." Quan left, the sound of her high heels leaving the door was extremely crisp. Jiuguang sat in his office, his heart surging. If this deal was successful, Yazongyi Heavy Industry would definitely be able to move to a higher level.

Izumi, or Mistress, actually has a dual identity. On the one hand, she is Jiuguang's secretary, and on the other hand, she is an undercover agent sent by Jiuguang to the anti-Asian organization Nayuta, where she serves as the owner of a black shop.

When she was a secretary, she used her real name: Quan.

When she was the frivolous big sister boss lady, she used the alias Mistress.

All of Nayuta's weapons and various sex toys used for prostitution were imported from her. The sex toys were not for the male protagonist to use to conquer his own girls, but were used to train the "talents" who had just been captured, so that they could be sold for prostitution.

In fact, the most sold item in the black shop is contraceptive pills. As for why, those who know will know it. This is also one of the reasons why Fang Qingyun feels that Nayuta will never succeed.

The source of your goods is someone else's. With just one word, they can immediately cut off your source of goods. The referees are all someone else's. What can you use to fight them?

Quan changed out of his suit in the locker room and put on a black long-sleeved wool sweater, with a brightly colored sleeveless jacket made of yellow and pink on the outside. He took off his high heels and replaced them with a pair of short hot pants that could only be worn as safety pants, and put on a pair of over-the-knee socks for contrast, and put on a pair of red high boots.

Then she hung some odds and ends on herself to change her secretary-like temperament. On her head was a pair of hooded glasses with removable lenses, the kind that when you get glasses in the hospital, the doctor will insert a lens into you and ask you if you can see clearly.

She carried a shoulder bag on her shoulder and a small toolbox was hung on the side of her belt. She ruffled her hair and let her bangs down to cover her forehead. Quan, or Mistress, did two actions in front of the mirror. Her temperament changed visibly, from being as serious as a cold-faced teacher to being a frivolous big sister next door who could make dirty jokes.

Dressed like this, no one would associate Mistress, the big sister, with Jiuguang's secretary. In addition, Quan rarely shows up in public, which is why she was chosen by Jiuguang to do this undercover mission.

Mistress walked out from the back door of the Yazongyi Heavy Industry. The place was very quiet and was surrounded by tall vegetation. It was difficult to see what was inside from the outside. She waited for a while at the nearby bus stop and took a bus to her small shop near the anti-Ya organization.

She could not reveal any relationship between herself and Ya Zongyi, and even had to avoid suspicion. People in the anti-Ya organization had various identities during the day, from vagrants to senior management, from school students to bad boys. Anyone could witness her coming out of Ya Zongyi. Once discovered, although she would not be suspected by others with her identity, she would still have to make up some reasons to explain, which was too troublesome.

Here, Mistres got on the car and returned to the black shop.

Inside the Dongyun sect, a man carrying a samurai sword opened the paper-thin Japanese door and walked in front of the kneeling young leader of the Dongyun sect. At this time, the young leader Kikuchiyo was holding a knife, and her long black hair fell down like silk, setting off her face that was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.

Her upper body was wearing a white sailor suit with special patterns, and her lower body was wearing a black miniskirt with the same patterns, but underneath the skirt she was wearing a pair of white tight pants that were either leggings or trousers.

She was meditating on becoming one with the knife. The TV outside was on. After the door was opened, the news broadcast came in: "Recently, the mobile force's anti-terrorism..."

The man had a broad build and although the suit was not too tight on him, it could not hide his sturdiness. The parts of his body exposed outside his clothes were covered with scars. One could guess that this man was just like his nickname, "Immortal Pinxu".

The most eye-catching thing is actually his eyes. His eyes seem to be born with "white eyes", as gray as a blind person. No one knows whether he has eyesight or not, and no one knows how he did it. Only when this white-eyed warrior rushed forward after being stabbed several times, people would notice his eyes, and shout "white-eyed devil" while running away.

Hinatsu is a retainer and thug of the Tounom Sect. In other words, he is the Red Flower Double Sticks. All the "skinned ghosts" under him are under his jurisdiction. He is the manager in charge of spring sales and the income of the gang, and an elite warrior who is at the forefront of the anti-Asian war. He has been loyally assisting Kikuchiyo in order to return the Tounom Sect to its previous state.

To put it bluntly, it is a large-scale gang that does not want to be crushed by the wheels of history, but instead plans to jump around a bit before completely leaving the stage.

Therefore, it is impossible for the anti-Asian movement to succeed. What they are trying to do is to overthrow the old society. Their subordinates are a bunch of bandits. Each of them has different political demands. Their way of making money is spring sales. It would be a miracle if such a loose alliance could succeed.

Kikuchiyo opened her eyes, she put the knife and sheath into the knife room, stood up and put the knife room on her back, stepped on the floor with her white socks, walked to the door and started to change her shoes: "Pinxu, did you pay attention to the things I asked you to pay attention to?"

Pinxu naturally didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the young lady. He suddenly lowered his head, as if he was going to break his head off: "Young lady, you asked me to pay attention to the recent major events, but nothing has happened recently. If I really want to say it..."

"Speaking" Kikuchiyo's words were quite cold.

"Yes, it was the anti-terrorism incident of the mobile force. It seemed to be a big deal. It was said that terrorists hijacked the mobile force's armored vehicle, drove it onto the road and caused a big commotion. There was an exchange of fire with the mobile force, but no civilians were injured or killed." Pinxu told the news he saw on TV truthfully.

"When did terrorists hijack the armored vehicles of the mobile forces? They didn't even have guns and were still exchanging fire on the road?" Kikuchiyo's expression was still cold: "It seems that this is what I'm looking for."

"Pinxu"

“In” the pin, one must bow his head and obey orders.

"Please ask the brothers to ask around for information and find out the full picture of the matter. Also, check if there is anyone involved in this matter besides Ya Zongyi. Is the family's assets sufficient?"

Looking at Kikuchiyo's ignorant face, Pinxu didn't dare to say that the money was earned from the spring sales: "The family assets are a bit limited for the time being, and the economy has been a bit turbulent recently."

The economic turmoil has indeed affected the income from spring sales, and it has become increasingly difficult to squeeze money out of customers' pockets.

"Let's arrange this matter first. You take control of the assets. Take your time and don't be in a hurry. Just don't lose money." Kikuchiyo walked to the door, took off her wooden clogs, changed into a pair of light sports leather boots, and went out with a knife on her back.

Pinxu can be said to have a lot of grievances. Recently, the Half-tone organization has recruited "new talents", all of whom are charming and beautiful young girls. In contrast, the market share of the Dongyun School has been drastically compressed. His girls can no longer be used to make money, so he can only send them back home and replenish new talents.

It seems that he has to investigate the source of Banyin's talents recently. Pinxu made a secret plan. Now the funds are stretched, and he must act immediately.

When he walked out of the door, the two "skinned ghosts" guarding the door bowed their heads to him and called out respectfully, "Boss Pinxu." They couldn't help but be disrespectful, because everyone's food, clothing, housing and transportation all depended on the boss to find ways to make money to support them. Once something happened, Pinxu would be the first to go, and he was always the most seriously injured. If they had such a boss, most people would definitely be very satisfied.

Pinxu nodded and gave his instructions: "Find two smart ones, change their clothes, go to the black market to get some information about the mobile anti-terrorism forces, and get a few more people to keep an eye on Banyin and see where they go when they go out at night."

"Yes." The two skinning ghosts retreated to gather people. Pinxu put the knife and sheath on his shoulder, as if he was holding a baseball bat instead of a knife. "I don't know what's wrong with the young lady recently. First her knife skills improved by leaps and bounds, and now she starts to think about things other than destroying facilities... This is not what she should do at her age, when she is young and beautiful..."

Kikuchiyo was walking in the alley. Her white JK outfit and her seemingly defenseless walking posture attracted countless prying eyes. But after those eyes noticed the knife room filled with knives behind her, they disappeared one by one. Which of the underground rats in Yazonggi City didn't know the name of Kikuchiyo?

Kikuchiyo has been fishing for a month. Every day, she walks alone in the dark alleys in her aristocratic school uniform, like a helpless lost girl. Those lustful people try to catch her for fun, but ignore the samurai sword on her back. It's like this every time, and every time it's a slash so fast that it can almost pull up white light. Those people use their lives to prove that although flowers are beautiful, their thorns can hurt people.

The reason why Kikuchiyo goes out fishing every day is not simply because she wants to do good deeds, but because she wants to find some scum to try out her knife skills so as to adapt to the surge in power in her body. Since one day a month ago, she felt sudden growth and strength in meditation, and her body has been constantly strengthened day by day.

After finishing the first day of meditation, she lost control of her body strength when she stood up and almost broke the floor with her foot.

A voice from the unknown told her that this power would come at a price, and that the price would be demanded from her personally after something happened.

Chapter 63: Ya Zongyi’s olive branch has arrived, but I recognize this olive branch

She was looking for that incident, and now, Kikuchiyo slowly put her hand on the scabbard, facing the private policeman who was approaching from the other end of the alley with a pistol and a lewd smile, she was calm and said: "Where do you want to go, little sister? Play with your brother for a while."

She took a deep breath, and her aura rose rapidly. With her eyes closed, she could sense the shape of the private police, the sound of the wind, the footsteps, the whispers hidden in the dark, everything was so clear. Without even opening her eyes, she knew that the private police had not completely let down his guard and was aiming a pistol at her.

Right now, draw your sword and kill!

The blade light like a streak of silk engulfed the private police five meters away. Kikuchiyo's momentum reached its peak, and she swung the blade so hard that no one else could see it clearly. When others reacted, she had already sheathed the blade, bowed to the private police who was standing still, and then turned and left.

Twenty seconds after she left, the private policeman who had been frozen in place finally reacted. As if he staggered, his upper body slowly slid down at an inclined angle. The sound of flesh and blood sticking and rubbing was like a monster swallowing in a creepy way. The eyes that were originally watching around him quickly ran away. From then on, no one dared to pay attention to her anymore.

The bulletproof vest with a bulletproof plate could not block the blade for even a moment, and could not even block the blade energy. It was split into two halves, and the crack in the middle plate was extremely smooth.

Kikuchiyo breathed a sigh of relief. The increase in strength was limited. It lasted for nearly a month in total, until a week after all the enhancements stopped. That was today. She finally got used to the strength. She looked at her hand holding the knife. No one could have imagined that such a white and tender little hand could swing out a strike like the sword of a legendary swordsman.

But this power was not enough... not enough to kill the main culprit. Kikuchiyo walked around twice with the knife on her back. All those eyes had already run away. No more brave villains would dare to attack women in the alleys. The security in these alleys improved a lot because of her killing.

No one tried the knife, and Kikuchiyo, who was not a bloodthirsty person, breathed a sigh of relief. She would not have been able to kill anyone, but on that day... when she saw a private policeman pinning an innocent girl under him and trying to pull her up, she could no longer hold down the knife in her hand. It seemed that before she could react, the private policeman was cut in half by the knife.

The girl who was rescued didn't even say thank you to her and ran away holding her clothes. It looked like she was afraid of being stabbed.

But Kikuchiyo didn't regret it. If it was her old self, she might have just walked away from it. Now that she has the power, she can keep her eyes straight and walk away from the dirty behavior. But if someone wants to drag her along...

The response was a streak of sword light.

She would go back today and meditate to get rid of those nightmares. Even though she believed that she had killed people for justice and fairness, she would always have nightmares that night. In the dreams, the villains she had killed would come to harass her, and she would have to kill them again every night, which was quite troublesome.

I have to go back to Yasheng dormitory tomorrow. Although she has been punishing evildoers in the alley these two days, she is still just a high school student after all. She still has to go to school now. She just doesn’t live in the dormitory for a while, and she probably won’t live in the dormitory in the future. It is necessary to take the luggage back to the dormitory tomorrow.

She was walking back to the Dongyun Sect's base with a knife on her back when she saw Mistress slowly getting off the bus. She had a demeanor she had never seen before. Mistress always gave people a calm and frivolous feeling, but this time, when she got off the bus, she had a feeling of contempt, as if the steps behind her were not the steps of the bus, but her throne.

Such a role gap did not give Kikuchiyo any ideas. Maybe in terms of swordsmanship, she was a master, but in other aspects, she was just a fool who could be deceived.

Although she knew that her family had trade dealings with the black shop run by Mistress, she herself was not aware that the skinning ghosts deliberately avoided her when moving things, and those that could not be avoided would be covered with a layer of cloth. She also did not know that the things inside might be some bad vibrators, contraceptives and the like.

Kikuchiyo hesitated for a moment, but chose to pretend she didn't see it and walked back home. She was not good at socializing, and she couldn't say a word to someone she didn't know well. But once she got familiar with him, she would start talking a lot, and Misteres was undoubtedly one of the former. Kikuchiyo and Misteres were just nodding acquaintances, and she only knew this person. As for the communication between her and Misteres, they probably didn't say more than ten sentences in total.

Misteres was frightened when she noticed Kikuchiyo's gaze. She was unable to completely change her identity and walked two steps as a secretary when she got off the bus. Fortunately, Kikuchiyo didn't pay much attention to this matter, but Misteres had prepared a plan for how she would respond if Kikuchiyo came to ask her.

Fortunately, Kikuchiyo turned around and left, so there was no need to explain.

What he had to do now was very simple. Mistres looked at the beautifully packaged invitation in his hand. He just had to find the family in person and hand over the invitation according to the drone's review of the armored vehicle. He just didn't know what their gatekeepers would be like, whether they would suddenly be attracted by her beauty and keep her.