The strongest tactical maid absolutely refuses to serve

Da da da da da - slap!

A pair of flexible and slender jade hands are jumping on the keyboard as briskly as if playing a piano, and the gray eyes with delicate eyelashes are scanning countless paragraphs of densely packed text one by one.

Monica sat on Edmundovich, his father's computer chair, looking for the information she wanted on the computer dedicated to the KGB chief.

In fact, she also knows one thing, that is, if you want to get information from the KGB headquarters, you must go to the main computer of the headquarters or the computer of the chief executive.

But the KGB's network is an internal network, a separate local area network, which is not the same as the outside world. Otherwise, how could there be "two CAIs and one internal response", such a wonderful game of the unparalleled KGB?

So if Monica wanted to get information, she had to go to the KGB headquarters to get it. Of course, before that, Monica herself thought it was impossible.

But now, Monica can get whatever she wants. The KGB host controls all the network surveillance in the entire Soviet Union, such as watching the ones in Huaguo, but it must be reported to the "People's Committee" in advance.

It's just that Monica doesn't want to look at other things, she just wants to find information about the clues.

"Ah...it's really a lot...Dad, he really read so many things by himself? It's really amazing."

Monica rolled the mouse with her right hand and said to herself.

The efficiency of the KGB is quite high. From the school to the headquarters attack, to the escape of the target, until the target disappears, they have collected all the clues clearly.

The surveillance on the street perfectly recorded all their whereabouts in the city, but it is a pity that their facial features were not photographed, and most importantly, their fingerprints were not extracted. Special chemical agents were used on the bullet casings left at the scene With the traces processed, it looks like the enemies are professional, not ordinary terrorists or the like.

Upon seeing this record, Monica suddenly felt a ripple in her heart, and an inexplicable sense of excitement arose in her heart.

It seemed that something deep in her blood was at work. At this moment, Monica was actually thinking, what a pity it would be if she couldn't "hunt" such an interesting "prey" with her own hands...

"All the clues have not been clearly named, and the monitoring has not captured any valuable whereabouts. It is no wonder that the KGB people have a big head."

Monica sighed towards the ceiling. She is good at mathematics, but she is really not good at liberal arts and other things, especially when she reads long articles that make her dizzy.

The photo of "Miss Luxembourg" on the desktop, of course, can't help himself.

But for the sake of "Poposa" and to redeem herself, Monica forced herself to read tens of thousands of words of information, just like the author who had a serious decline in the flow of water, but insisted on daily updates, forcing things to go on for others, Regardless of what will happen to my future, in short, I just grit my teeth and stick to it.

Regarding the information on yesterday’s attack, hundreds of pieces of information and thousands of eyewitness testimonies were stored in the computer, and the surveillance videos were all viewed by the KGB. Monica read them all carefully, but Like the KGB men, no substantial clues were found.

After all, all the targets covered their faces, and only one enemy similar to "Knight Ji" was identified as a woman, and the other escaped people didn't even know their gender.

The few people who were stopped by Monica with a sniper rifle, according to KGB records, suddenly "spontaneously combusted" after they were captured, and several KGB agents were hospitalized with severe burns. That is to say, it is almost Not a single clue lay before Monica.

"This is bad... There are no clues at all, and the KGB is not Sulange Field, and will not leave any information, but Monica is not Sherlock Holmes, cough... By God, Monica hates it Play word games."

Monica complained that she thought that the KGB must have some valuable things, but unfortunately, she guessed wrong, and the KGB did not have much valuable information, and there were almost no clues.

Could it be... There are hidden files in Dad's computer?

A bold idea appeared in Monica's mind. Generally, this kind of old KGB character should have something hidden. Maybe she just saw some superficial content. In fact, the real thing has long been Was it hidden?

Then, it's time to do bad things.

From the storage compartment, Monica took out her portable laptop, and connected it to Edmondovich's main computer with a data cable.

Generally speaking, if you want to use something like a virus for "information exchange", you will definitely be alerted, so Monica chooses another way, using a virtual machine to disguise the computer, and then find system loopholes to obtain administrator privileges, and then you can Found such a thing as hidden files.

(Friendly reminder from the author: This is a random compilation, which does not match the reality)

Monica tapped the keyboard quickly, and woke up the silver wolf who was taking a nap. Strips of white codes flashed on the black screen, just like in traditional hacker movies, constantly trying code attacks, Seriously looking for every loophole.

"Hehe! It's really powerful! The system used by the KGB itself, the programmer who compiled this system, probably lost all his hair, right?"

Monica looked at the screen and smiled slightly. Several codes were running continuously, and some of them had begun to show percentages. Simply put, there is no absolutely safe system in the world.

Snapped--

A loud sound of carriage return came from Monica's fingertips. The last permission - "Administrator permission" is being continuously obtained. Seeing this, Monica knew that it was only a matter of time.

Monica wrote down the loopholes she found on a piece of paper, ready to give it to Dad as a souvenir.

Then she snapped her fingers, and the silver wolf immediately woke up from the nap and ran to her feet quickly. Monica took the unopened chocolate from its back, and waited for [-]% to arrive while eating.

After all, I just hacked the KGB's city monitoring system half an hour ago, and now that I have cracked it all, Monica feels like she has been put in the water of the Pacific Ocean. It is too simple, so simple that she thinks It seems that I did not do it myself.

After a while, all the "administrator privileges" were obtained by Monica. Monica was chewing chocolate, and her two slender and shiny gray silk legs were put together coquettishly.

After typing a few keys on the keyboard again, Monica took control of Edmondovich's computer using the hacking software she wrote on her laptop, and all hidden files were unhidden and displayed normally.

Monica looked at the screen of her father's computer, and sure enough, there was an extra folder on the desktop. She turned her head to look at her laptop, and there was only one hidden file displayed on it, which was probably this.

"Hehe! Sure enough, Dad hid some things here, but why is the file so small? This is too... Eh? Eh——"

After clicking on the hidden file with the mouse, Monica suddenly cried out in surprise, her charming gray eyes were almost as big as light bulbs, and something unexpected appeared in front of her.

In the hidden file, there were no clues that Monica wanted, but a bunch of photos.

Monica flipped through the photos quickly. At first, there was only Karen's mother and father, and then there was another Monica, and then there was only Monica and her father, and in the last few photos, there was only Monica alone. up.

In the following photo, a silver-gray long-haired girl with a sniper rifle appeared in the photo.

Monica recognized that it was the photo of her first participation in the BOD global individual competition. At that time, she didn't know Isoya and the others, and the clothes she wore were naturally not "maid outfits", and the weapons were still the original six. Magnified Mosin Nagant rifle.

The last photo shows what Monica looks like now, holding an SVD sniper rifle, wearing a cute "maid outfit" with gray and black on the outside, and the hairstyle with double ponytails and "wolf ears" was designed by Isouya. Monica herself also thinks it looks good, so she has been showing people this appearance.

"Dad, you..."

Monica felt a little speechless for a while, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Usually, Edmondovich also protects Monica because of his work, so it is really difficult for the father and daughter to see each other. Sometimes even Monica prefers to stay in the "game" compared to the real world. world", because there are not many people with her in the real world.

"Poposa" also often plays with her in the game, and there are many enthusiastic netizens. Monica will not be as lonely in the "game world" as she is in reality, so Monica basically lives " "Home-School-Shooting Gallery-Ice Cream Shop" This kind of single-line life, Dad can go home very rarely in a year, and if there is no emergency, there will not even be a phone call for a month.

So Monica really didn't expect that her father, Edmondovich, would pay so much attention to her. She felt that among her game netizens, there might be someone who was her father, otherwise, how could there be such a thing? Recent photos?Obviously a game screenshot!

Da da da--

Monica tapped the keyboard a few times in a row, somewhat disappointed, but contentedly canceled the control of the computer.

Dad, he has been watching him silently from behind, so this time, it should be a sign of his decision to let go, right?

Monica stood up from the computer chair and glanced at the desktop full of documents. Dad still likes "Miss Luxembourg", otherwise he wouldn't have kept her in the photo frame on the desk , but by the way, what age is this, why is Dad still using a calendar book...

Wait a moment!This calendar... how come there are traces of advance records.

Monica suddenly noticed that the calendar was a bit weird, and there were obviously folded marks on the back few sides, which meant that Dad had recorded something on the last folded calendar. If Monica hadn't guessed If it's wrong, it should be some schedule or something.

pat- pat-

The calendar was quickly picked up by Monica, and her soft and white hands quickly flipped through the calendar. Sure enough, in the memo of the calendar a few pages later, I saw these two lines:

Red Square at night, enemy targets, it is suspected that small-scale elite enemies will enter the Kremning Palace, the exact time is unknown.

The target may be related to the attack on the 28th. It is suspected that the same organization did it. It is extremely dangerous to arrange special forces to intervene.

"It turns out that there are still some clues?"

Monica looked at the words on the calendar book, a little sad, but saw a little bit of hope at dawn.

"The night of NO.30, isn't it tomorrow? This should have something to do with the 'Porposa' incident. In the Red Square... Monica's previous position should be just right, you can lay an ambush or something, say Maybe you can still catch someone alive and ask them all about their bases."

Chapter 64 The girl wakes up in the dark

"Quickly! Move her here and stop wandering around."

"Understood the captain, hurry up! This way! This way..."

……

The girl's eyes were pitch black, as if she had fallen into the deep sea. The white sunlight could no longer shine on the place where she was, and she couldn't touch anything with her hands.

Who... who is speaking?

The girl wanted to continue to sink, because in her last memory, a thick bright red tentacle pierced her chest and was constantly devouring her flesh and blood. Finally, with the help of her best friend, The girl finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

She originally thought that she was dead. As a young girl from the New Soviet Union, she did not believe in the existence of such things as "heaven" and "hell".

But just as the girl continued to sink, a few words of Albion came to her ears. The voice sounded a bit like the pronunciation of an old man, and it felt a little hoarse.

Although the girl couldn't understand what they were saying, the girl was like a bolt from the blue, and suddenly realized something in her brain-whether she shouldn't have died, otherwise, how could she hear others talking?

"Okay, just put her on the operating table, she is already a dead person, put on the pulse detector, someone will come to study her later, let's go!"

Dengdengdengdeng-

A man's cold voice, as well as the sound of walking footsteps reached the girl's ears at this time.

no?To be studied?

The girl immediately felt that something was wrong. If she didn't wake up, she would have to do some weird things right away, maybe she would be dissected, and she wasn't dead yet!I don't want to be dissected alive!

Wake up now!Wake up now!Otherwise, he will be viviectised!I am not a frog!help!

The girl was thinking at a high speed in her brain, and the intense biological current was continuously transmitted from her nerve center, stimulating every part of her body along the nerves, her eyelids began to twitch gradually, and her fingertips contracted slightly.

But there was no beat on the electrocardiogram.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The girl suddenly felt an unbearable dryness in her throat, she sat up from the operating table instantly, her blue eyes were so staring that her eyeballs could pop out, a few mouthfuls of bright red blood spurted out from the girl's mouth, at this moment she was able to recover. He took a deep breath.

"Huh? So... am I still alive?"

"Poposa" sat on the operating table with lingering fear, and dropped the pulse detector from her wrist. She was a little ignorant, and didn't notice that she no longer had normal breathing, and there was no trough in the electrocardiogram.

"Where... is this place?"

After confirming that her limbs could move normally, "Poposa" jumped off the operating table and looked at the surrounding environment. There are many medical supplies here, ranging from medicines to various surgical instruments, but here It looks rather gloomy, not like a normal hospital.

If you wake up from a strange place, the first thing is to determine your location, and then confirm whether your equipment is lost.

"Bobosha" glanced at the tactical equipment on his body. Except for the tactical knife, all the firearms mounted on the outside were gone, but the magazines were still there, and the grenades in the prop bag had not moved.

The "Tokarev" pistol hidden under the blue cotton skirt was still there. "Poposa" took her out from under the skirt and took her into his hand. The magazine was still full of bullets. The people who brought her here didn't conduct a full body search on her, so they left a lot of equipment on her.

"Although I don't know why I'm here, it's good to be alive. I'll find a way to get out of here first..."

"Poposa" tucked the pistol back under her skirt. The man was speaking in Albion just now, and he could tell from the accent that he was definitely not from the New Soviet Union.

Is there anyone in the new Soviet Union who doesn't speak Russian?So this place should be a base for some kind of foreign spies. It's safe to stay here, and if they find out that they wake up, God knows what they will face next. In short, nothing good will happen.

"It seems that we should be more careful next time!"

"Poposa" said silently in her heart, clicked on the storage bar with her right hand, and took out a new "Tactical Magic Modified PPSH-41 (Poposa)" submachine gun from it, which was the same as the one she used before. The same modification, there is no difference in appearance.

Put the full bullet drum into the carrying bag, reconfirm that your magazine case is full of bullets, "Poposa" replaced the smoke bombs in the prop bag one by one, leaving only HE grenades keep it company.

The waist holster is also put into the pistol, and the next step is to fight indoors. As for the useless things, just throw them away (put them in the storage bar). The white red star velvet winter hat also took a new one. Wear it on your head, after all, you can't lose the body, right?

The body armor worn by "Poposa" is the type with "bulletproof inserts", which is actually relatively light in nature and easy to use, as long as the inserts are replaced.

When "Poposa" was holding a new Lv.6 and was about to replace the broken board, she suddenly discovered a strange thing.

The whole body armor was directly pierced by tentacles, and there was a big hole in the front and back, but on his slightly undulating chest, there were two white and smooth hills, but there was no trace of being pierced by tentacles. ?

"How is this going?"

"Poposa" touched the smooth chest, and indeed there was no pain at all, and there was no trace of any wound. She was puzzled now, she was pierced by a tentacle, but there was no wound at all. No.

"Could it be that the gods manifested the spirit to save the family? But this is unscientific...Will God be kind?"

Faced with such a serious and unscientific matter, "Poposa" could only shake it and express that he couldn't understand it. It seems that he will have to find a doctor to take a good look at it in the future. The most urgent thing now is to leave here first. Besides.

click-

After putting the insert plate in place, Bobosha's metal bolt was pulled apart by "Bobosha". The brass-colored bullets could be seen directly from the ejection window. Under the dim light, they shone a dim copper-yellow color. halo.

Dengdengdeng-

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside again, and "Poposa" knew that someone was coming, so she quickly pressed against the wall where the door was, installed a silencer on the submachine gun in her hand, and replaced it with a He unloaded a magazine of subsonic bullets, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

(Friendly reminder from the author: There is a detail here, that is, PPSH-41 is an open-bore submachine gun. After replacing the magazine of subsonic bullets, "Poposa" does not need to pull the bolt, just pull out the ordinary bullets in the chamber, and just replace it directly up.)

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and "Poposa" also pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulders, aiming the muzzle at an approximate position. There was no need for any aiming at this distance, and thirty rounds of magazines were sufficient for spraying water.

thump—

The door was opened from the outside, and "Poposa" quickly squatted down, putting himself in a blind spot, preventing anyone who came in from finding him immediately.

In the world of BOD, "Poposa" is one of the quite famous "submachine gun players". Killed has at least tens of thousands of players in her hands, but this is the real world, where things like shooting living people , she... still felt a little bit unbearable.

But if she didn't shoot, she would not be able to survive this level. A few drops of sweat the size of soybeans burst out from "Poposa's" forehead, and her slender hands shook slightly, and she couldn't make up her mind.

At this moment, several men came in from outside the door, some of them armed with rifles. "Poposa" had no chance to continue "moral thinking". Whether they died or she died, it all depended on her thoughts.

"FUCK! Labor-management experiment? Are you fucking in the wrong place again! (English)"

A bald man in a white coat and a mask was mad at the operating table, then turned around and reprimanded the men behind. Those men were also very surprised, obviously they really brought the "corpse" here, could it be a lie? Dead body?It's not a blood race, how could it be resurrected?