Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"I feel it's necessary for me to explain the current situation to you..."

Luo Fan straightened his collar, then leaned down and said with a half-smile, "First of all, neither I nor my people have ever been at odds with the military. If you have, that has nothing to do with me. We are cooperating, not being employed by you. Don't get the positions wrong. If something unexpected happens, you know how I operate."

Anderson was about to speak again when a crack appeared in the wall next to him, and some dust flew into his mouth.

"If there's a next time, I'll turn that noisy mouth into four pieces..."

The sharp spikes at the end of the fan gleamed coldly, and those blood-red eyes truly instilled a deep sense of fear in this damp darkness.

559 Martyrs Assemble

"Second, figure out who needs these supplies. I'm here to help you defend against zombies and bandits, not to fight a war game with the military. I'm not the military, much less one of yours. If you want to use me as a pawn, forget it. My only need from you is to understand the situation here. In return, I'll provide you with some support. You figure out how to make the price equal for both sides."

Having said that, Luo Fan gently raised his hand and slowly pressed down Da Feng's fan: "Now, is there anything you want to say?"

After being freed from his restraints, Anderson instinctively took a breath and then picked up the handbag that had fallen to the ground with him.

“You must also have a need for supplies. I think I can try to offer a relatively reasonable price, because we all need these resources.”

“No, no, no…” Luo Fan inexplicably laughed out loud. Not only Anderson, but also the locals who weren't causing trouble nearby felt a chill run down their spines. They had gotten themselves into the hands of a rational madman…

"It's you who needs it, not me, understand?"

When Luo Fan got up, the girls followed him, casting disdainful glances at the down-on-his-luck man sitting on the ground.

“From the beginning, our prices were never equal. I’m helping you because I’m also gambling, betting that you can provide the information I need. If I don’t get what I want, I might not even break even on the cost of the bullets.”

“In other words…” 45 tossed a packet of cooked self-heating food into the other person’s hand: “Not leaving you and your people on the roof is already an act of charity.”

......

Despite his dissatisfaction with Luo Fan's attitude, Anderson had still managed to deliver a steaming hot meal. No matter how impatient Anderson was, he was still sensible enough to know when to yield any benefit from the other party in an unequal situation.

"Commander, if the objective is achieved, do you still want to keep them around? They've already made contact and even had an argument. Keeping them around might expose them."

In a corner, 416 explained the possible scenarios to Luo Fan. The girls formed a circle, waiting for the locals to finish their meal while discussing their general strategy for the next step.

“Indeed,” AK12 said, slightly opening his right eye and glancing at Anderson on the other side, “Although we haven’t revealed any information about our own characteristics yet, given his dangerous personality, there might be a risk that he might betray us.”

The girls shared their opinions, one after another. Although their general views differed, the core message remained the same: this man, who could lose his temper at any moment, should not be kept around.

Luo Fan glanced at his phone silently. The screen displayed Mrs. Grey's message: "We are about to receive the second issue of Time magazine and the governor's award, but we plan to decline this time. Also, the Martyrs Squad has been formed. If you have time, please say hello to them."

"Don't worry," Luo Fan put away his phone, stretched his neck a couple of times, and said easily, "I never planned to keep him anyway. He's not good for either of us, so we'll just use him and then discard him. The only thing we need to consider is when it would be appropriate to deal with him."

"Ah~ the Commander finally made a decision that makes me happy, although I can't wait to tear him to pieces~"

Akagi's inexplicable laughter drew everyone's attention. Everyone had only one thought about this group: they weren't normal people...

Moreover, they are all women, with only one man as the leader. What kind of bizarre combination is this...?

......

"Grey, the Martyrs are all ready. When do we depart?"

"Are Hecate and the others ready?"

“We were prepared long ago. You know how fast that guy can run. After all, this is the first time the sisters have been tasked with attacking their own people.”

Natiya casually tossed her suit jacket onto the table, then unhesitatingly put her legs up on the table, practically ready to pick her nose with her little finger.

As Mrs. Grey was organizing the documents, she glanced at the "casual" Nieto and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Perhaps we should have changed your and your sister's names back then."

"What do you mean?" Natiya asked lazily, leaning her head back in her chair.

"Your sister is clearly more in line with the first impression that the name 'Natiya' gives people."

......

"Alright, call me when you're leaving. I'm going to check the weapons."

Although somewhat annoyed, Natia generally agreed with Lady Grey's assessment. Indeed, her younger sister seemed more suited to a more feminine name, while she herself... considering those somewhat abnormal individuals among the martyrs, a more neutral name would be more appropriate.

Upon returning to the martyr's private office, a silver-haired Nieto in a suit strode up to him: "Captain, how's Gray doing? Are they still planning to decline the award?"

“Of course,” Natia unbuttoned the top button, then began to walk more casually. “I can only say that it’s Morido as expected of her. She can come up with this method to gain the upper hand in public opinion, even though it’s very effective.”

The details of the plan? It was nothing more than the second time they were featured in Time magazine and the governor's personal award. Logically, accepting it would have given them an advantage in public opinion, but Morido took a different approach. She came up with a plan to have them stage an attack on Gray's vehicle, while their own people provided protection. This would create the illusion of an attack, allowing them to refuse the award with a valid reason and reinforce the public's perception that they were a ethical company. After all, if they were attacked, it would mean that Mrs. Gray had indeed threatened someone's interests, which was why they would try to take her life.

"If you disregard her behavior towards the other sisters, I actually admire her a bit."

Natia shrugged and then tossed a dagger to her teammate behind her: "Nemesis, go tell Mantiko and the others to get ready. That madman is probably drunk on the sofa again."

"Ok."

The martyr known as "Nemesis" gently pushed the mirror frame and then walked toward the room on the right.

"Mantico, sigh... how much did you drink this time?"

"Hmm...? Three bottles of dark rum, Hecate's kept them for me. You know, our little bar is full of hidden gems! That bartender mistook me for a troublemaker and almost beat me up. This white shirt is worth a fortune..."

"Who dresses like that just because it's expensive?"

How to describe Mantico's casualness? Wearing a white shirt unbuttoned, revealing his underwear at a glance, you might not be able to immediately determine his gender without relying on physical characteristics. Of course, his long hair and refined yet unkempt face make it relatively easy to tell...

Plan 560 has changed.

"Alright, let's go. I'll go change my clothes..."

"...Remember to bring the power strip, and don't forget to act just like a human."

"well---"

Mantico grabbed his M1014 from beside the sofa and headed straight for the changing room to prepare for the upcoming escort mission.

Although Gray is a Nieto like them, he is in disguise after all. You can't just let Gray run out in the hail of bullets. Does that make him look like a philanthropic pharmaceutical company owner and chief researcher?

The same applies to martyrs; at least they should take proper precautions, otherwise, if they were to take a bullet without a shield, it would easily frighten others.

Upon entering the dressing room, I saw Rhein-Enshe changing from a long dress into a smart suit, about to enter the battle. This martyr princess was finally starting to look like a combatant.

"Hey, Rhine, where did you get this suit? I haven't seen you wear it much. Did the boss buy it for you?"

Old habits die hard, and Mantico whistled in a very flippant manner, teasing Rhein-Enshe in the corner.

Rhinenshe, who was being teased, was not bothered by it. She glanced at the other person and then smiled faintly, "Well... sort of. But my sister thought I should wear something more practical for missions, so I chose this one. It's the latest model from Booker Brothers. How do I look in it?"

"Not bad, it has a kind of beauty that makes you look like you can reach a car with one hand, but I still prefer your long dress."

“Agreed. As a martyr’s princess and the captain’s sister, she is more suited to wearing a dress.”

It was rare for Nemesis not to disagree with Mantico; the way she adjusted her glasses showed that she was serious.

"I really don't understand how the eldest brother could bear to let his sister wear clothes like this..."

Then, Mantico pulled a black suit jacket and carrying gear from the cabinet, put them on and loaded the corresponding equipment at lightning speed.

“What my sister said makes sense. Wearing a skirt during combat is indeed not appropriate and could easily affect some operations, even though we rarely engage in direct combat.”

Regardless, Rhinesher always agreed with her sister's opinion. Even though she was a princess, there were times when she would occasionally wield a sword, let alone... a princess surrounded by wolves...

That being said, Rhein-Schön never worries about her fashion sense. Even men's suits look great on her. However, she always manages to stand out from the other women. After all, her quiet demeanor makes it difficult for her to be as capable and casual as the other women.

"Perhaps I should talk to the captain... um...?"

Just as Nemesis was about to offer some advice, a phone call interrupted her thoughts, and the name on the other end of the line forced her to respond immediately.

"The captain is calling, I'll excuse myself for a moment..."

After closing the locker room door, Nemesis quickly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and answered the phone.

"Captain, this is Nemesis. What's the matter?"

"Hey, Nemesis? What are you guys dawdling about upstairs? Gray's already downstairs, and my second and third teams and I are about to set off. Uranus's been urging us on."

.......

Nemesis frowned slightly, annoyed, and said, "Hecate? How come the captain's phone is with you?"

"Oh, the boss was checking the hood. I borrowed her phone to make a call. I thought you'd talk to me like that, the way you talk to a boss."

"...They're going downstairs right away. Rhein-Enshe and Mantiko are changing their clothes."

"Okay, I'll hang up now, let's set off."

......

Nemesis sighed helplessly, then returned to the dressing room and said seriously, "Let's hurry, the sisters are ready to leave."

"Here they come, really! Who asks people to work on holidays? I was planning to go back to the bar for a couple of drinks..."

Mantico was very dissatisfied with the mission arrangement. He felt that he could have just gone to receive the award honestly without causing so much trouble. Instead, he and his own people had to put on a show, fooling everyone and ruining his vacation.

However, she still took it seriously in the end. After all, it was a task personally arranged by Morido, and even though the martyr's status was not low, she still had to give him face.

On the bright side, if it works out, maybe they won't have any combat missions for a while.

......

"Oh, everyone's here. Let's get in the car and get going."

Natiya raised an eyebrow and, seeing that her sister and teammates were all together, returned to the driver's seat to prepare to drive.

To maintain a low profile, they chose only an ordinary black sedan. This would further suggest that the attackers were prepared, and that some members of the three teams would provide escort from the front and back, creating the illusion of a professional security company. All these preparations were meant to imply to the public a fabricated "fact" that Mrs. Grey had foreseen that her life would be threatened, that she had made preparations, and that her prediction was correct.

All they need to do is fire a couple of shots to scare away the surrounding people, keep the key parts under surveillance, and then secretly make a big fuss about it, and a unique news story is done.

"This is Hecate, and we are in position at the designated location, awaiting the vehicle to enter the designated area."

"This is Captain Uranus of Team Three. Boss, get ready. Keep your heads down, just in case we turn this into a real charade."

"Team Two, Nyx, all personnel are ready and awaiting your arrival at the designated location."

The various sniper teams have taken their positions. Now all that's needed is to wait for the vehicle escorting Gray to enter the designated area, and then fire at the bulletproof glass.

“Nyx, watch yourself,” Natia tilted her head and put her hand on the car window: “Don’t hit the glass, or you’ll blow my head off.”

"...Don't worry, I will take good care of your sister."

“You bastard…!”

Natia was about to retaliate, but when she noticed her sister looking at her with great confusion, she silently calmed down and focused on driving again.

They weren't far from the designated location. Natiya said again in a deep voice, "We're about to enter the combat zone. All teams, prepare to avoid friendly fire... Hmm?"

A strange noise brushed past her ear, so much so that she didn't react immediately, but she was certain that she had heard this sound during several missions.

Looking to the side, a small scratch appeared on the bulletproof glass of the car window...

That's strange, isn't it still quite a distance from the designated location?

Brakes!!!

Da da da da da da da.......

561. Turning a fake relationship into a real one.

Several vehicles collided ahead. The members of the Martyrs' Third Team, who were escorting the vehicles ahead, had already braked. Thanks to Nemesis's reminder, Natia stopped the vehicle in time, but rapid gunfire erupted around them. The bullets hit the car windows directly but did not penetrate them. However, the bullets were all aimed at the head, and they were still some distance away from the designated location.

Damn it, there's no need to act anymore, we're really being attacked!

"Reverse the car and retreat the way you came!"

Natiya looked back and immediately retreated with the escort vehicles behind her. During this time, bullets continued to hit their vehicles. Although they did not penetrate, the suppressive force was still quite strong.

"Has the plan changed?"

Gray, sitting in the back seat, finally spoke, but the ensuing collision provided the answer for everyone else.

At the intersection behind, a large truck ran a red light and blocked everyone's retreat. The escort vehicle behind it crashed into it, but fortunately it only blocked the retreat and was not directly hit.

"Damn it, Captain, the road is blocked, and there's a gunman in the truck!"

The martyrs at the rear reported the incident, and everyone looked in that direction to see several armed men in civilian clothes emerge from the truck bed and begin suppressing fire on the martyrs' vehicle.

"Damn it, get out of the car and use it as cover to fight back!"

Natia immediately gave the order, and her teammates picked up their weapons and got out of the vehicle to fight back. Gray, as a non-combatant, temporarily took cover and waited for the others to take further action.

When the suppression paused, the quick counterattacks from low-profile dismounts became extremely effective. Several enemies were caught off guard and killed on the spot. Taking advantage of the brief gap, the Martyrs members immediately moved to cover and expanded their defensive line to prevent the enemy from encircling them by taking advantage of blind spots in their firepower.

"Nemesis, cover me!"

"coming!"

As a marksman, Nemesis immediately provided fire support using her self-modified M110 marksman rifle, allowing Natia to advance and push the defensive line forward with Mantiko, further curbing the enemy's advance. However, even so, they needed to consider any possible relocation rather than annihilating the enemy, after all, they had to take into account the presence of the police. If they wanted to escape unscathed, they couldn't let the police catch them on the spot.