Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Eh?"

Snow White paused for a moment, seemingly having not considered this aspect at all.

In fact, ammunition and logistics are the pilgrims' top priority right now. Their escape plan was too rushed, and the window of opportunity for the higher-level Nito to leave was only that short period. Resources couldn't be acquired in large quantities. They originally planned to reduce ammunition consumption after settling in the quarantine zone, but after noticing the equipment Snow White was using...

Mantico patted her shoulder gently and asked tentatively, "Little princess, you probably don't really like fighting, do you?"

"No...it shouldn't be, what's wrong?"

"Phew...that's alright. Our boss is penniless right now and probably can't afford to use your equipment."

Just as Mantiko was feeling proud of her boss's good intentions, Natia's piercing gaze made her quickly look away.

Hecate gently stroked the unconscious Rhine-Enshe, joining in the teasing, "It's like this, Snow White, think about our boss, okay? We don't have much to begin with, we have to use our teeth to kill even a rabbit."

Snow White nodded slowly: "Ah, okay, then I'll just use this little dwarf for now."

...So it was a problem with ammunition. Why beat around the bush? It's not like you can't be considerate of others.

Perhaps Snow White didn't realize the performance gap between herself and her teammates. At least after seeing her personally equip herself with so many large weapons, even a passing dog would have to bark much more politely.

The little incident ended for the time being, and Snow White continued to adjust her equipment. Natia also planned to take a short break, but the contact from her teammates made her frown again.

"What's wrong again?"

It came from another helicopter, which was mostly filled with members of Team Three and a small number of members of Team Two, including Team Three's leader, Nyx, but the contact was the leader of Team Three's infiltration group: Philotes.

"Captain, we've run into a bit of a problem here..."

......

"Why be so wary? We all know we're on the same side now. How about you relax and listen to some music? I have a pretty good voice."

"Are you sure that thunderous voice can sing the kind of music we like...?" Philotes deliberately gave a disdainful look: "I still prefer listening to light music."

"Hey, it won't hurt to have some fun. Trust me, young lady, you'll definitely like this style in the future."

......

"So, here's the situation, Captain. We have a strange guy on board. She calls herself Little Red Riding Hood and claims to be a prospective member of the Martyrs, but we couldn't find any information about her during transport."

After listening to Philotes' report with feigned composure, Natia frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let her take the call. I'll talk to her."

"Yo!"

"...!"

Philotes wasn't joking; her voice really was like thunder. A single shout could scare anyone around her, and Natya's drowsy state was immediately jolted awake.

"Damn it, can you keep your voice down? I'm not deaf."

"I'm so excited! It's the first time I'm talking to my future boss. Just call me Little Red Riding Hood. Boss, what should I call you?"

There were some noisy shouts coming from the other end of the earpiece, seemingly people pointing and whispering about the new member behind her back, but she ignored them all, focusing solely on her conversation with Natia.

Seeing her teammates looking at her with suspicion, Natia's expression darkened further: "Why are you being so familiar? I haven't even confirmed your identity yet."

"Code name: Little Red Riding Hood. You can call me that. I'm sure these girls have already informed you of my identity. I'm one of the prospective members, I just woke up a bit earlier."

Natia didn't doubt what Little Red Riding Hood said, since data usually doesn't lie, especially when it was compiled by Dr. Pascal himself. Natia had already received information that this guy who called himself "Little Red Riding Hood" had a very deep connection with Dr. Pascal.

But she was not created by Pascal, but by an unknown person who collaborated with Dr. Pascal.

“We didn’t find your maintenance bay when we were running away,” Natia frowned. “You said you woke up early, so you knew we were going to run away? Can I suspect that you were planted by Morido to spy on us?”

"Don't be so pessimistic. Realize that your plan isn't about me or Morito, but about Dr. Pascal."

"Dr. Pascal?!"

The words had barely left her lips when everyone could see the astonishment on their faces. They had been carrying out this plan behind everyone's back, without any written documentation or data. Even Morido shouldn't have known about it. How could Dr. Pascal have...?

On another plane, Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the wary girls and smiled: "She realized long ago that you wanted to leave, so she specially put all the reserve members' machines and equipment in one area. You know, with our capabilities, it would take four different departments and sections to be responsible for this. You can confirm that yourself. But why would she put them all together on the eve of your escape?"

"......I see."

So Dr. Pascal knew they were going to leave, and that's why he deliberately left them an opportunity?

“Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws. Even if Morido realizes you are leaving, she won’t suspect Dr. Pascal’s underhanded tactics. Someone as arrogant as her wouldn’t doubt her own suspicions. So… you can still seek help from the Commander through various means afterward. Dr. Pascal will personally obtain authorization from the Commander for you.”

......

Even at this point, he is still thinking about them.

It seems that what was said back then—that they needed to find the meaning of the machines' existence—was not just a joke...

"So, has the ammunition problem been solved?"

Natia was startled. Snow White had somehow disarmed herself and crawled up to her, seemingly asking her a question as well as the question on the other end of the earpiece.

Little Red Riding Hood immediately teased, "Oh, Snow White, you woke up pretty quickly! Have you figured out what happened?"

Uh, you are...?

Before she could even ask a question, Natya hung up the call and whispered to Snow White, "Um, well, we'll definitely have enough in the future, when I dare to shamelessly ask the Commander for supplies."

"Oh..."

So it's still not working, for now...

"By the way, let me inform you, Natya, that is my name."

"You're quite quick to learn, then I'll take good care of you from now on, Natia."

I really didn't expect that the first thing I would have to do after waking up would be to betray my original organization... But it doesn't feel so bad. I hope these young people can understand what they are doing.

As a senior figure, all I need to do is adapt to the times and provide support.

PS: The third main characters, the pilgrims, are making their grand debut. New and old pilgrims will join forces to bring a new story to everyone. Stay tuned!

771 Um, I'm hungry!

"Attention, approaching landing point, downtown McPherson, Kansas, formerly 58th Street."

As Nemesis's broadcasts arrived, the pilgrims were finally able to glimpse the entire landscape of the ground through the portholes. It was dilapidated and desolate, with traces of weapons of mass destruction visible, resembling a post-war scene. Even the number of wandering zombies was not as overwhelming as expected.

“We need to find a place to stay temporarily to prepare for the transport of supplies,” Natya looked up, the gloomy sky making it difficult for her to show any joy. “It’s going to rain soon, we need to hurry.”

"Captain, we also need to consider the helicopter issue; it's our only high-value asset."

After a smooth landing, Nemesis turned around to remind the captain, but it seemed the captain had been considering this issue for some time.

Natalia nodded: "How high will we land?"

The three teams of technicians on the other plane immediately reported: "Captain, we are on the top floor of the Deeford House, 52 meters."

“52 meters, Force 7 wind...that’s about right,” Natya said, then immediately jumped off the helicopter and shouted to her teammates, “Everyone move out immediately! Team Two is responsible for bringing the remaining two helicopters and other supplies, Team Three is responsible for reconnaissance and security, Team One members, come over and cover the helicopter with a cloth, take care of it in ten minutes, and move out immediately after that!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the pilgrims began to perform their duties in an orderly manner. A large amount of goods needed to be moved, but with Snow White around, the transportation work was not as difficult as they had imagined.

Uranus looked at the weapon case behind Snow White, as well as the various boxes, and couldn't help but worry: "Won't it be too heavy for you to carry all of this by yourself?"

"Hmm? It's not heavy, only four tons, more than enough."

"4 tons...that's all...whatever makes you happy..."

You're carrying an elephant on your back! Putting everything else aside, it seems the pilgrims have gained an extra, incredibly strong labor force.

While unloading the cargo from the helicopter, the team members were also busy covering the helicopter with anti-detection coated cloth, which would not only prevent it from being detected by the military, but also provide some protection against bad weather.

During the flight, the pilgrims analyzed the situation in the quarantine zone using the combat logs and data provided by the androids around Lovan. It was highly likely that the military had withdrawn most of its forces out of Kansas. Rather, the military was forced to evacuate from the surrounding areas centered on Colorado due to the spread of the infection. To them, these dilapidated cities had lost their value. These bloated politicians and their new friends had more important things to do and naturally had no time to care about the storms in the quarantine zone.

Therefore, it provided the pilgrims with a temporary respite...

"Captain, Team Three has completed the cargo transport and the covering is complete. They are ready to be deployed."

Nyx trotted up to Natia to report, glancing occasionally at Rhine-en-she, who was sleeping peacefully in Hecate's arms.

Natia had just finished installing the last nail: "Understood. Have them pack up and get ready to leave. This building is too big; there might be zombies or other people inside. We need to find a relatively small and secluded house."

“I understand…” Nyx couldn’t help but look at Rhine and asked in a low voice, “Rhine…is she still not awake?”

"She's in a half-asleep, half-awake state, and I don't know when she'll be able to move again. I'll probably have to carry her the whole time from now on."

This question was answered by Hecate, who was in charge of taking care of Rhine-Ensher throughout.

Physical frailty is the fundamental difference between them and humans, but it is truly unbelievable that Rhine is now experiencing the same condition. Could it be the effect of that box?

Conatia didn't dare to take it out at all, what if it caused even more serious consequences? Besides, the maintenance staff hadn't done anything to the box, and as a non-professional, it was better not to have too many emotional thoughts.

As her older sister, all she could do was gently stroke her face, brush aside her messy bangs, examine her face closely, and silently pray for her.

"Take good care of her. If anything happens to her, I won't let you off the hook."

"When have I ever let you down? Besides, she's Rhine, so don't worry."

The three turned around and saw that the team had assembled, including four new members. However, two more were still on standby, waiting for the pilgrims to truly stop and focus on activating them.

"Boss Natya, everything that needed to be done is done. What's next?"

A heavyweight sniper rifle had appeared on Little Red Riding Hood's shoulder at some point; needless to say, its caliber was enough to penetrate even a tank.

Comparing her own physique to her own, Natia immediately concluded that this guy always regarded her as a senior, and he definitely had the right to be confident. In any case, she probably couldn't carry that gun and move around freely.

"Let's set off and find a place to stay."

"Um, that...!"

As the action was taking place, Snow White suddenly raised her hand, and everyone's attention immediately focused on her.

"Eh! It's...it's nothing!"

She quickly lowered her hand, feigning composure and smiling, clearly uncomfortable being stared at by so many serious gazes at the same time; only Little Red Riding Hood's eyes seemed more relaxed.

But Natia couldn't bear to see this situation. She was, after all, the captain, and she had promised to lead her pilgrims to find a suitable environment for all of them to live in.

Since organizational discipline is no longer as important as it is in a company, why be so constrained?

"If you have any questions, just say them. We'll listen."

Despite her intention to show concern, her cold expression and tone made it difficult for the beginners to feel her friendliness. Sure enough, Snow White became more and more nervous, but she still mustered her courage and hoped to resolve her request!

"Um...! I, I'm hungry!"

......

......

"...?"

"..."

"Hungry?"

The group looked at each other, completely surprised that they would hear a humanoid mention this during the operation. It was a part of their lives, but it wasn't exactly a necessity.

Snow White wiped her brow and quickly added, "It's alright, I can bear it...it's alright!"

Natia was certain she wasn't mistaken; she had definitely wiped away sweat. That was strange, wasn't she in human form?

Before Natia could ask any questions, Little Red Riding Hood put her arm around her and flashed a bright and cheerful smile.

"Boss, our latest model has these physiological problems that need to be solved. Food is also a necessity for us. Otherwise, look at Xiaobaixue's body, how could she carry four tons of stuff?"

"I'm not small at all!!"

772 Paying the Price

Even the little princess seemed to have a sore spot. In everyone's eyes, she finally stood up for herself and refuted Little Red Riding Hood's judgment that she was "small".

But soon...

"Uh, Captain... just pretend I didn't say anything, I'm not hungry anymore."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Little Red Riding Hood couldn't help but burst into laughter. She had indeed intended to get some food for Snow White, but she hadn't expected to accidentally provoke her. Even when she was angry, she was still so cute, like a white kitten whose tail had been stepped on, fiercely trying to fight back, but quickly backing down.

"Never mind, it's nothing..."

Natia was speechless and tossed the canned food she was carrying over: "This is all I have on me right now. We'll count it when we find a place later. Just make do with this."

"Oh, thank you, Captain!"

She casually ripped open the can lid and began to devour it, behaving much like a human being when hungry. In any case, Natia didn't remember ever being this hungry.