Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Let's go, this place is full of monsters, it's too noisy, I need to... go upstairs and rest for a while..."

The other members agreed, after all, it was a thankless and tiring job that was both exhausting and mentally taxing.

"Damn bandits..."

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"Guys, it's so quiet here, I can't even see a mouse..."

"Isn't this a good thing? At least we don't have to fight with the locals for the floors anymore. Ever since the last raid on the Uruni Enterprise branch, I never wanted to deal with these local troublemakers again."

"Indeed, the entire advance team lost seven men to Night Demon, and these bandits ran faster than anyone else!"

On the first few floors, the small team still had the energy to remain vigilant, but after a long period of peace and harmony, their nerves told them it was time to relax.

Now, they stepped onto the stairs leading to the eleventh floor, completely unaware of what awaited them...

"Should we call 'Matches' over? I remember they were on standby from...?"

A member in the middle of the queue suggested.

As he said this, the squad members in the front row turned around and protested, "Come on, Matchstick's captain is a damn muscle-headed idiot. He can take down Night Demon with his bare hands. And that parted-hair guy, those two are always thinking about completing the mission. I don't want to have to watch them during my rest time..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang and intense flames came from beneath his feet, tearing through the darkness, dazzling and terrifying.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Before the team members could fully react, their teammate, who had been complaining just moments before, was lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Although not under high pressure, the necessary stress response will still be triggered in time.

"Holy crap, there's a booby trap!"

Fortunately, only one person was injured; although he survived, he was incapacitated.

His legs were a bloody mess, riddled with blades of various shapes, a truly horrifying sight.

"Drag him back, drag him to the tenth floor, don't let him go any further!"

After so many layers of vigilance, who would have thought that there would be a booby trap in the staircase leading to the eleventh floor?

Moreover, the enemy they faced shouldn't have had the capability to plant booby traps...

But there was no time to think about it. Before the firefight broke out, they could only drag their teammates back and take them to the tenth floor for a quick treatment.

"Quick, find a place to hide... Aaaaaah!"

Another person has won the bid.

"Jackpot......"

The person only felt a sharp pain in their right leg in the darkness, followed by a burst of light that, while not spectacular, was certainly blinding...

The teammates squinted and noticed a broken animal trap on the ground, as well as human calf tissue that had long since lost all hope of recovery.

And a pool of dark red liquid on the ground...

"Damn it, we've entered someone else's house!"

Their second teammate fell, but they didn't even know who the enemy was or where they were. And a moment's carelessness could mean losing a leg, or even losing their entire body because of that leg...

A soldier was standing by a low wall next to a desk, trying to be on guard, when he felt a tremendous force on his neck!

"Um!"

Attracted by the commotion, everyone turned around, only to see papers fluttering in the darkness...

"Damn it, where's Robert?!"

"I don't know, it was just here a moment ago!"

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"on!"

In the darkness, several black shadows leaped out from under the rows of desks, like venomous snakes under withered leaves. If a lost mouse accidentally made a rustling sound while stepping on the snake, it would be completely swallowed up by the snake's mouth.

In an instant, the remaining members of the team who were still able to move were choked, and before they could even cry for help, their eyes grew dimmer and dimmer, and they lost consciousness...

"Okay, that's all the people. Disarm them and prepare for interrogation."

Luo Fan sat in an office chair, fiddling with a dagger he had taken from one of the soldiers, and his mood immediately improved.

As expected, the girls are much more professional at this kind of work than I am.

As the soldiers were being moved together, the hunter asked, "How many should we leave alive?"

"Keep them all. I never intended to kill them, otherwise I wouldn't have let you control the destructive power of the booby traps."

That being said, Luo Fan's lips still twitched involuntarily when he glanced at the bloody, mangled leg covered in blades on the ground.

Control is control, but humans and humanoids have different concepts of power. Losing a leg might be the greatest mercy a hunter can show to weak flesh and blood.

Getting caught in an animal trap, any explosion... ugh, just thinking about it sends chills down my spine...

But to kill a humanoid, that power...

Please help him take care of it, otherwise even if he doesn't die, he'll probably die soon if he keeps dragging this leg back.

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These poor bastards wouldn't wake up anytime soon, so they simply restrained them and threw them together. Taking advantage of this lull, Lovan and Mondragon moved two chairs to the window to observe the airdrop location and analyze the events unfolding.

Lovan began by asking, "Mondragon, the floor you were on was closest to the ground. Did you notice anything before or during the time they were surrounded?"

"Of course, before they were surrounded, there were a few sparks around them, very small, but I could see them from my position. These sparks alerted the soldiers, but no further reaction occurred, and then they were surrounded."

The two looked again at the supply crate on the ground, now exposed to the heavy snow and being relentlessly eroded. Even with the second small crate providing protection, they didn't know how long the contents would last...

"Firelight...?" Is there any necessary connection between this and them being surrounded by zombies?

To the naked eye, all that could be seen was a stark white. The city, devoid of lights, was swallowed by boundless darkness. The contrasting colors, after a while, also made people feel uncomfortable and annoyed.

This is a man-made jungle where everyone is a hunter, and prey is synonymous with the one who fails.

Perhaps the firelight was the hunter's hunting method, and this team stepped into it. As for the details, only those involved know.

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"Hmm... Mrs. Grey, interior design isn't my area of ​​expertise. So, how should the interior design and layout of this restaurant be arranged?"

Now, Yingque is standing inside the restaurant that has been renovated, but it's only the general layout; the details of the interior design are still up for discussion.

On the other end of the phone, Yingque could faintly hear the sound of typing and high heels walking, indicating that Mrs. Grey was also busy with work.

A slightly cool female voice rang out: "I'll send you a few websites and examples later. You can choose your favorite interior design style and furniture. Don't worry about the money."

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The company is still in its early stages, and Mrs. Grey isn't actually that busy, but she hopes to give Yingque that impression.

It wasn't that she had any issues with Yingque, it's just... the less she knew about their affairs, the better...

"Well, thank you, but do we really have that much money to spend freely? Our expenses over this period seem quite substantial..."

Yingque had questioned Luo Fan's assets more than once. Despite having so many people to support, his daily expenses were still enormous, not to mention the purchase of alcohol. Yet, his behavior always gave the impression that he had plenty of money and even a large surplus...

All she knows right now is that Luo Fan needs to go on business trips, which perhaps indicates that the bar isn't his full-time job. The property taxes in that area are beyond what someone her age can afford, yet Luo Fan seems to have managed to bear them without even seeming bothered...

......

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a few seconds later, the sound of typing stopped abruptly.

"Don't worry, Miss Yingque, Mr. Luo is a very capable person. He has his own businesses, and we are managing them on his behalf. He is much wealthier than you think, otherwise he wouldn't be able to support so many people living together."

"Uh, Miss Morido?"

On the other end, Morido took the phone and answered in Gray's place.

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry. It might sound a bit materialistic, but it's enough to give us all a comfortable living environment. Our work has never stopped, it's just that it takes up the majority of our time."

She rarely used such a gentle voice, and it was precisely because Yingque was unaware of her shabby past that she was deceived by this "gold and jade".

"Really? So everyone's been working hard?" Yingque became inexplicably excited.

Morito chuckled lightly at the right moment: "Yes, everyone is working hard for this family. Otherwise, it would be quite difficult for Mr. Luo to support so many people on his own."

She always thought that everyone else was just staying home and not working, and that only a few people were working to support the family!

"Then I have to work hard too."

"Okay, keep it up. We'll help you if you need anything."

Mrs. Grey shrugged helplessly. Sure enough, the teacher was much more professional than her in this area.

Perhaps for a long time to come, the image of Morito as a patient and gentle person will remain firmly rooted in Yingque's heart.

Morido was very satisfied with her performance, but the next question also plunged her into a brief silence.

"Then... could you help me call Luo Fan? I've tried several times, but I just can't get through. I was thinking maybe you have some other way to contact him... hahaha..."

Yingque seemed a little embarrassed, but she really wanted to know Luo Fan's current situation.

Mrs. Grey never expected that the ruthless and arrogant Morido would look at her with pleading eyes, as if asking, "How should I answer her?"

But how could she possibly answer that? It wasn't a question Yingque should know...

"Uh, hello?"

Suddenly there was silence, and Yingque tentatively asked a question.

After another three seconds, Morido answered as naturally as possible.

"Hmm... he's busy working in New Ohio right now, apparently attending some important meeting, so he might not be able to answer the phone or anything..."

The commander is currently fighting zombies in the quarantine zone in Colorado, how could she possibly know...?

After switching the phone to speakerphone, Morido sat on Gray's desk, ready to cooperate with the other party and adapt to any situation.

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The two exchanged glances.

"Do you believe it?"

"I don't really believe it..."

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Yingque's voice rang out again, but it wasn't as natural as it had been a few seconds earlier.

"How long will his meeting last? Will we be unable to contact him all day?"

Uh......

Although Nieto was skilled in infiltration and deception, the type of fraud was clearly beyond their capabilities.

"It should be...some important occasion, where you need to communicate with others at any time. After all, you know White Eagle, there may be many differences between it and Donghuang. It is understandable to handle special situations in special ways."

They've fooled corporations, high-ranking officials, law enforcement officers, cops, doctors, and scientists, but they've never fooled a girl in love...

They weren't born for this, and this wasn't something they were supposed to face, but now they have to.

"Special circumstances? As for the White Eagle affair, I don't seem to know much about it..."

The two people in the office were momentarily surprised.

Did she believe it?

"But what kind of work requires such a long meeting that there's absolutely no time to answer a phone call...?"

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"It's a matter of handling special cases specially. Don't worry, we will let you know as soon as we have any news."

Moriarty's smile had long since vanished from her face, making her tone and expression appear very unnatural.

"But... okay, then... I'll leave it to you?"

"Well, you should think about the interior design first. We have a meeting later, so please excuse us."

"Sorry... goodbye?"

Goodbye, see you tonight.