Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Now, he sits on his bed in his room, has locked the door, and stares intently at the screen on his tablet, his eyes filled with a melancholy, almost ghostly gaze.

With the outside noise subsiding, and the Dreamer not being the type to pester relentlessly, she remained rational, a fact confirmed by her words and actions in the story.

Security is guaranteed, but calling the judge is unlikely. This isn't their world; the necessity of hierarchy and orders are no longer absolute. This means that lower-ranking officers like the Hunter and Scarecrow don't necessarily have to completely obey the agent and judge's orders, at least not in non-combat situations...

Like Adeline and the other Paradis executives, but they seemed to be more easygoing.

Now, Ironblood Workshop does need to expand its membership. They have been maintaining their current number of members for quite some time, and they need to bring in more new members to adapt to the environment.

As for this person, Luo Fan already had an idea. Based on the previous reactions of the executioner and the alchemist, the girls who did not come here did react. They were also going about their lives there, feeling depressed because of the disappearance of Luo Fan and his companions.

And that princess carrying an RPG must be itching to get started, so bringing her along is, in a way, relieving the pressure over there, isn't it?

Actually, if there weren't too few rooms and not enough space, Luo Fan would have called the entire Ironblood Factory long ago. But if he had called them now, many people might have had to sleep on the floor.

Without considering aesthetics, Luo Fan did appreciate the advantages of bunk beds; in the same space, a bunk bed can accommodate more people.

But since it was Mrs. Grey who was in charge of decorating the room, she would certainly prioritize a double bed that ensured both comfort and aesthetics.

While we're thinking about hiring more people, it's also time to consider expanding the bar a bit, but we don't know how to do it, the bar is only so big...

Forget it, let's call in more people first.

Resources are now extremely abundant, and building fusion faction humanoids is not a problem at all. All that needs to be done now is to wait.

After completing the operation, Luo Fan made a phone call.

"Mrs. Grey, are you free? Yes, it's me. If you have time, could you check if there are any vacant lots around our bar? We need to expand our place... Hmm? There's an empty lot right across from ours? Let's buy it quickly and keep it for now, then we can figure out how to decorate it later."

Okay, so no one has bought anything in the area near my house yet. Are there really that few people in this new area?

While observing the situation on the street, there were still quite a lot of people, but it was just that there were relatively few people in their area.

By the way, let's check how those people outside are doing now...

"Hey, executioner, how's your search going with that lady? Any leads?"

"Sigh, don't even mention it. There's absolutely no record of her. We asked every hotel within an 800-meter radius, and none of them had any information about her. We were only responsible for protecting her, and we didn't bother to find out who she was looking for. She also didn't really want to talk about it."

The executioner didn't sound to be in good shape either; he seemed inexplicably deflated.

Luo Fan pondered for a moment and said, "It's alright, let's respect her wishes. If she doesn't want to talk, then she doesn't have to. We're only responsible for ensuring her safety. Besides, it's already afternoon. How are you all doing now?"

"After searching for several hours and finding no clues, she said she felt bad about letting us continue wandering aimlessly with her, so she decided to come with us to Walmart to buy things... And when she learned that we wanted to buy items needed for the Spring Festival, she seemed quite enthusiastic. She knew everything we didn't know and prepared everything for us, even the food you mentioned. We couldn't find it, but she found it for us."

"We really need to thank her for solving this problem for us. But... what exactly did you buy?"

"Emmmm... There's a lot of food, but I can't name it. Drinks, and what's this called? 1573, Gujinggong, Yanghe, Shuijingfang—they're all kinds of liquor, but I don't know the specific types. There are also all sorts of decorations and materials, and they said they could teach us how to make them..."

"and many more."

Luo Fan interrupted the other party temporarily.

"what happened?"

"Did she ask you to buy those wines? Does she recognize those wines?"

"Oh, this? No, she just glanced at it and we asked her what she was looking at. She said it was the kind of wine people drink during Chinese New Year, but it was too expensive and a bit too flashy for her. So she was planning to take us to buy some... braised pork? But we bought all the wine anyway. She told us we didn't need to buy these things, but we weren't short of money, and the wines looked pretty strong. The alchemist and I thought we could give it a try, so we bought it."

"Uh, well, hopefully that lady won't leave a bad impression on us..."

"It's alright, with me, M16, and the alchemist here, we'll definitely finish this wine!"

P.S.: Damn, I really feel that way. I'm getting sleepy reading this, aren't you all going to fall asleep? Even I feel it's getting a bit too bland, but I have to write it this way because of the current situation. The plot isn't there yet... Ying Que and the protagonist's story hasn't even begun.

303 Hyperthyroid Girl

When the cashier had finished tidying up everything and placed it on the floor, the three women realized that they seemed to have a serious misunderstanding of their purchasing power.

"Uh, you really think the three of us can carry all this back?"

Confidence is arguably one of the defining characteristics of an executioner, but facing this small hill, she felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness for the first time.

Although she is a military android with strong physique and strength, that doesn't mean she has three heads and six arms.

The alchemist sat down, leaning against a bag containing an unknown amount of stuff, and said with a troubled expression, "Unless we take a taxi, the only feasible way right now is to lift you above my head, let your limbs hang this pile of stuff on it, and I'll carry it back for you."

"...Never mind, I'll just take a taxi."

Although there are three of them here, strictly speaking, only two of them can actually carry all of this stuff.

"Um, what if the bartender finds out we bought so much stuff? Won't he be upset?"

Yingque no longer doubts their financial capabilities, but this is based on the premise that they can freely dispose of the money. What if the bartender's budget for them was actually less than that...?

The executioner naturally denied it: "No way, our boss may lack many things, but the one thing he has no shortage of is money. Just look at that wine cabinet behind him, the bottles there are worth at least tens of thousands of dollars. If they are older bottles, they may be even more expensive, but I don't know exactly which ones."

...Why do you make the bartender sound like some gang leader?

"Okay, so should we take a taxi to bring these New Year's goods back now?"

Now, no matter what happens to her two older sisters, Yingque will think it's all reasonable.

"Well, as long as a car sees this pile of stuff and is willing to give us a ride."

The executioner simply followed the alchemist's example and sat down on the ground, took out a chocolate from the nylon bag containing snacks and ate it, then casually tossed one to Yingque.

"Try it, it tastes pretty good, you should like it."

"Thank you."

......

"Damn it, I'm so angry!"

Luo Fan and the girls had a rare gathering at the bar, but before they could have had a moment of peace, they heard a girl shouting and cursing.

MDR, wearing a pair of gray slippers, walked heavily down the stairs and plopped down on a chair in front of the bar.

"What's wrong? Did you lose?"

Luo Fan couldn't help but laugh; he had already guessed this would happen.

Only the girls still don't understand the current situation; those who don't know might think that MDR accidentally hit his foot while moving the bed.

"Yeah, we didn't win. After the jungler got a kill, he barked at me and asked why I wasn't making any impact. I was thinking, if you just stopped coming to the top lane a few times, would you have so much trouble? It was 16 minutes into the dragon fight, and I teleported to the river ward to support, but the jungler was just farming the wolves and didn't even move in. It was hilarious to watch."

MDR slammed his hand on the table, his eyes filled with resentment, like a deposed monarch dying with bitterness.

Yes, Luo Fan has seen the actual situation firsthand. The show is very entertaining, so much so that clips of it are now appearing on major video websites.

"His jungle positioning is just ridiculous! What the hell are you doing, always thinking about farming those three wolves? You son of a bitch! If you had arrived a step earlier, the dragon would have been there already!"

Luo Fan released the clip, his expression already stiff from suppressing laughter.

"I was fighting two people in the river, and you used three summoner spells on me, and you're acting like a complete idiot!"

"Hehe, yeah, that's hilarious, it's killing me..."

The girl rolled her eyes, her face being rubbed as her palm lifted her up.

She was still furious: "I shouldn't have chosen this game to stream. Now look what happened, the viewers got the laughs, the other team got the points, the platform got the traffic, and I'm just a clown."

"Well, that's just how live streaming is. You'll have to face this kind of situation all the time. Maybe one day you'll get used to it and you can even switch to broadcasting flirtatious or defensive content for entertainment purposes."

While joking, Luo Fan prepared a "Why Not?" cocktail and pushed it in front of MDR.

"Have a drink, calm down, and we can continue broadcasting after a break. We probably haven't met today's targets yet, have we?"

"Of course. I've only played a few rounds and already won one. Putting aside the metrics, I feel terrible about it myself. But in this short period of time, my popularity has skyrocketed because I'm different from other costumed characters. I'm really good at trash-talking."

Then, now there's a new MDR tag on YouTube, meaning "The streamer's main focus is on good manners!"

Luo Fan wanted to continue comforting the other person, but another girl walked up behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

With her thick dark circles under her eyes, her most distinctive feature, she sat down next to MDR and gently patted his shoulder, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

"Hey, I understand you. When you're playing games, you might get anxious about mistakes in the early days, but now, it doesn't feel bad or unhappy. In short, I've just given up."

"AA12, when did you get here? Oh my god, I didn't even know you were with the Commander!"

For some reason, MDR roared like a hyperthyroid patient, startling everyone present.

"Ugh, Barrett, what should I do? I really want to hit her..."

M870 crushed the Coke can in her hand. Luckily, she finished it in a minute, otherwise she would have had to clean up again.

The other person shook their head: "Just bear with it. If you can't even hold back this time, what will you do in the future?"

"If I deal with the person who raised the question now, won't there be no problem?"

"...What you said seems to make sense."

......

AA12 was already weak and sleep-deprived, and now it's being rocked back and forth by MDR's shoulders. It might suddenly lose power and shut down soon.

"Come on, let's play games together and stream together! We can even add a 'sickly e-sports girl' buff to the stream!"

"Ee-e, can you please stop...?"

I really can't understand how a hyperthyroidism patient and an unmotivated, insomniac girl could get together. Maybe that's part of the charm of games...

Seemingly having long forgotten the anger of the crushing defeat a few minutes earlier, MDR grabbed AA12 and tried to drag him away.

"Go on, have fun, I'll call you down when it's time to eat."

Luo Fan took a few cans of Coke from the refrigerator and handed them to the other party. MDR quickly took them and dragged them away along with AA12.

Ah, youth is truly wonderful...

304. Alcohol addiction strikes.

50 minutes later...

"Dingling bell~"

"Hey, someone's back."

The bell at the door rang, and three figures carrying large and small bags returned to the bar. Glancing at the sky, it looked like it was almost dark.

They were looking for many places and taking a long time, which Luo Fan could understand, but what was with carrying so much stuff...?

"call......"

After putting down his belongings, Yingque, looking as tired as an old man resting with his eyes closed in the sun, sat on the sofa at the table, seemingly unwilling to do any more physical work.

After the executioner and alchemist finished placing the items, they called AK15 and M16 over to help unload the goods from the vehicle.

There were quite a few of these things, and the girls gathered around, curious about what the girls had brought back after being out for most of the day.

45. Open the nylon bag and start taking out the contents.

"Hmm, these are snacks, things that Little 9 and SOP both like..."

He opened the first bag, and the contents seemed normal for the time being. 45 nodded, took out a few bags and tossed them to his teammates behind him, then prepared to check the next bag.

Once opened, you can see many plastic bags filled with various fruits, including strawberries, guavas, kiwis, oranges, and apples.

Sister 45 took out an apple, took a bite, and found it tasted pretty good...

"click click"

Hold the apple in your mouth and use your free hands to seal the bag – another unremarkable nylon bag.

416 asked, "That's all? They spent several hours buying such a small amount of stuff?"

"I don't know, maybe they did something else too."

45 wasn't interested in the actual situation of their outing; all she wanted to do now was make sure that everything here was alright.

Just as they were about to continue their investigation, the bell rang again, and someone else returned.

But apart from those legs, there was nothing else familiar to the eye.

"My God, what on earth did you all buy?!"

Sister 45 subconsciously stood up and took a few steps back with her teammates.

"Get out of the way, there's too much stuff!"

AK12 rarely opened its eyes when not in combat, peeking its head out from behind a pile of boxes, checking for any restless cat tails or similar creatures in front of it.

The various shapes and sizes of cardboard boxes have no deeper meaning; their sole purpose is to stimulate consumer purchasing power. The girls simply couldn't understand what use buying so many cardboard boxes was for them.

Luo Fan noticed the pile of things from a distance, and only when he saw the cardboard box did he rush over from behind the bar.

"Why...why did you buy so much alcohol? Didn't we just buy some last time?"