Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Gray went ahead, occasionally stroking the black cat on his lap, seemingly contemplating where to land next.

"Teacher, wouldn't this kind of rescue of civilians seem too deliberate? Won't it make the government think that we foresaw this day and were prepared for it?"

Moriarty's smile remained unchanged as she quickly retorted, "Of course, but this move is precisely to improve the company's reputation among the public. Regardless of what the government thinks, what we need is for the people to have a good impression of us. And once the people are willing to support us, do you think the government will dare to criticize us too much?"

She chuckled softly and placed her piece on e4.

"The time is ripe. The existing resources and situation allow us to make our move. They need a hypothetical enemy to appear in their field of vision. Although we are the instigator, their attention will be temporarily diverted to us. They will pay more attention to the underground society of New York. We can buy more time in exchange for this. This time, although it will not be a fatal blow, it will still be a wound that cannot be ignored, and it will also be exposed to the eyes of various countries. Their position will inevitably be shaken."

e5, pressing the King, a sharp attack.....

Gunshots and the sounds of vehicles crashing echoed through the streets, sirens blared, and helicopter searchlights swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows intermittently, gradually fading into the distance with the deafening noise. However, the two men paid no heed to any of it.

"To gain temporary attention in exchange for extremely high public support."

"Even if they offend the FBI, they'll still have to weigh the options before taking action, unless they have other trump cards..."

"It is said that King Yi abandoned his troops..."

503 Stubborn

The entire neighborhood was in complete chaos, like a living hell. Even the outer ring area, just a hundred meters from the city center, was still a high-intensity battleground for several gangs. When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

To avoid the stray bullets flying everywhere, people had no choice but to take shelter in the nearest shop, at least to avoid becoming the first focus of the armed men's attention.

Valhalla, for example, already had a large number of patrons. After the unrest broke out, many people came here seeking refuge. This was not only due to the excellent reputation the bar had built up in the area, but also largely due to Morse's one-against-ten performance last night.

Therefore, the agent and RPK had to personally step in to appease and manage the situation, while Morse sat at the bar as a reassurance.

"Everyone, keep quiet, don't let the gunmen outside in."

RPK brought out a barrel of red wine from the cellar and placed it on the stage: "Drink if you want. Today's situation is very special. May these wines bless us all to get through this night safely."

After all, they have no shortage of alcohol, so RPK decided to be generous this time, which would also help the bar's reputation.

After all, this bar has been open for so long that its prices alone are enough to make it a heartwarming charity...

“Ah, thank you, just running in from the street is scary enough,” a bald middle-aged man took the drink from his glass and drank it. “Pfft... Thank you for the drink, miss. If I make it back alive, I’ll pay for it.”

RPK maintained his warm smile: "No need, sir, and everyone else as well. This barrel of wine is a gift from my husband to you all, but please don't overindulge."

With that, everyone felt relieved and began to drink, and the uneasy atmosphere quickly eased. Only the agent noticed the word "husband" in RPK's words.

Clearly, guests would easily associate it with a conscientious bar run by the couple, not for profit, but simply to experience the pulse of the city. RPK's statement obviously gave her an advantage to some extent...

"Drink up, everyone, may we all be safe and sound tonight."

Even the agent couldn't tell whether RPK did it out of her own volition. Her smile was so hard to decipher; if it were a mask, it was probably sewn onto her face with extremely delicate needle and thread.

She neither confirmed nor denied the allegations, continuing to perform her duties by reassuring patrons and ensuring the safety of the bar.

Morse silently drank her beer without saying anything, but the overall atmosphere here was completely different from what she had imagined.

Why does it seem like everyone here is very easygoing, except for myself? There's no sense of distance between superiors and implementers at all?

Is she out of touch with the times? Is the old system of monarchy and church no longer in vogue...?

“Bishop, you need to keep up with the times,” Shina said with a smile behind the bar, like a close friend. “Our old ways are too outdated. The so-called ‘King’ and ‘Queen’ are just empty titles that we have imposed on him. You might as well treat him as a friend.”

After thinking it over, Morse added some cola to the drink.

The taste is not bad...

......

Yingque finally understood why Luo Fan had told her not to go out recently. The continuous gunshots and explosions all indicated that the shooting incidents that White Eagle was happy to see had happened again. But what puzzled her was how Luo Fan had foreseen this situation and warned her.

Her guess was that Luo Fan's work might have incurred someone's hatred, to the point that the other party wanted to hire someone to kill him. Although such a huge commotion didn't make sense, this was the only possibility that Luo Fan could have foreseen this...

This might also be why Luo Fan didn't want to tell her, not wanting her to worry or be implicated.

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her worry for her loved one's safety fueled her determination; she desperately wanted to ask others if they knew anything, if they knew Luo Fan's current situation, if he was safe...

She struggled to prop herself up, her frail body straining to walk out of the room. But those few meters were enough to nearly make her fall several times. And once she fell, she knew she would never be able to get back up on her own.

"The medicine, today's medicine... never mind, I'll take it later..."

She kept reassuring herself; the motivation that arose from nothingness numbed her sense of pain. She "knew" that she could keep going and that she would surely see the lover she longed to see.

"Cough cough! Ugh..."

She finally reached the door, but a sudden wave of nausea made her vision blur, forcing her to grab the handle and gag.

She had never experienced the pain of pregnancy, but she subconsciously felt that this was the most painful moment she had experienced in her twenty years.

The mental anguish coupled with the physical pain made her unsure which was more unbearable, but if the former could be alleviated, then the latter could be temporarily ignored.

With all her might, Yingque pressed the handle and walked out, leaning against the wall. The sudden airflow and the abrupt change in environment made it difficult for her to adapt.

"No...no, at least, she has to be...on the bed...don't let her...them..."

The girl had overestimated herself. Exhausted, she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face along with nausea. Her once delicate and elegant features now looked disheveled.

Her vision blurred, and she tried her best to open her eyes, but the response was an indescribable confusion. She knew her consciousness was being robbed by her fragile nerves, but she stubbornly refused to close her eyes. She had no answer, and she couldn't just fall asleep peacefully...

"Luo...Luo Fan, where are you...?"

Her vision eventually settled on the white reflection of the floor tiles, and all she could feel was coldness. She felt torment and pain, but the only thing that struck her was the sound of footsteps approaching.

In her final moments before fainting, she saw a pair of high-heeled boots with dark gold chains and a pristine white skirt slowly walking towards her.

"You really love him, to the point of going to such lengths for him..."

Upon hearing the whisper from the other person, Yingque was about to ask a question, but ultimately she couldn't overcome her own frail body.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The clattering of high-heeled boots echoed as they approached the girl, finally stopping beside her.

"That won't do. It seems we need to help you a little more, so you can stand by his side and not just be a lily that can be trampled on at will..."

504 Devour

"Gagsherav..."

The woman pushed up her monocle and used her black "little guys" to prop up Yingque. Morse was watching her from behind, observing her every move.

Morse said coldly, "When did you come in?"

“Just now, Miss Bishop, and here, you should call us 'Aither.'”

A slight smile appeared on Ether's lips as she led Yingque into the room.

"Don't worry, this is just necessary help," Aether said again just before closing the door. "Miss Yingque can't get through this on her own. Compared to Mr. Luo, she's too fragile."

"Snapped"

The door closed, and everything returned to silence, except for Morse, who remained standing there, looking at the spot where Ethel had disappeared.

"This is truly incomprehensible..."

She clicked her tongue, then leaned against the door, waiting for Ethel to finish what she needed to do.

......

The "little ones" gently placed Yingque back on the bed, laying her flat on the clean white sheets, complementing her pure and elegant temperament, just as a poet is born to praise mountains and rivers.

Yingque was indeed in a coma. Although her breathing had become more even, this was not a good sign. It meant that her vital signs were weakening and she was facing the risk of death.

"This is certainly not the ending Mr. Luo wanted, nor do we. Therefore, Miss Yingque, you must continue to live..."

Those "little guys" twisted and turned in the dark shadows, writhing, grotesque, and expectant near the only remaining white space in this few meters of space, utterly frantic around Aither.

"Calm down, kids. We're all eager to see where Miss Yingque will ultimately lead the outcome, after all..."

This was the only uncertain factor in her carefully planned scheme. Every word and action of Yingque would lead to unpredictable outcomes, which was incredibly interesting and delightful for Aither.

Having said that, Aether raised her hand and reached out towards Yingque. Within seconds, her coat began to swing wildly, like a trapped beast yearning for freedom or a bird longing for the sky. But no matter what, the appearance of that thing would never be a good outcome.

In an instant, a twisted black shadow wrapped around Aither's hands, then used them as a medium to writhe rapidly...

In an instant, the twisted creature broke free from her arms, jumped onto the bed, and wrapped itself around Yingque's delicate body. Then, within its own repulsive body, countless eyes and mouths appeared, biting at Yingque's skin.

The girl reacted immediately, struggling in her daze to shake off the discomfort. Ether quickly stepped forward and took her hand in Yingque's small hand.

"Don't resist. The reverse Kabbalah factor in your body has overflowed, exceeding your body's tolerance limit. Now, the little guy is helping you devour this excess part. For us, this is a rare delicacy."

Soon, the distorted shadow began to spread, slowly covering Yingque's body and the entire bed sheet, seemingly about to completely taint the remaining whiteness and plunge everything into a dark shadow.

But just when Aether thought everything would go smoothly, the shadow on Yingque suddenly twisted a few times, and the chewing stopped.

"Ok?"

She was immediately puzzled and wanted to reach out to find out what was going on.

The "little guy" stopped moving and just lay on Yingque's body. Logically speaking, this was extremely abnormal, as she had never seen anything like it before.

Just as her hand was about to cover the "little one"...

"!!!"

The "little guy" began to tremble violently. Before Aither could even react, the shadow that almost covered the entire bed twisted in an instant and disappeared at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. To be precise, it vanished into Yingque's lower back and never moved again.

This surprised her greatly. Just two seconds earlier, she had lost contact with the "little guy," meaning that the "little guy" had disappeared in that instant, or at least was no longer part of "them."

He paused for a moment, then adjusted his glasses and smiled...

"Hehehe... Interesting. I didn't expect Miss Yingque to be even more eager than we imagined. Even the little one couldn't resist it."

As a result, the shadows on the ground began to dissipate, no longer as chaotic as before, but instead began to twist rhythmically. The countless glasses were no longer ferocious and mocking, but only filled with fear and suspicion.

Undoubtedly, this was a situation they had never seen before. They had always been the ones who devoured, never the ones who were devoured. Now, it was clearly a completely new situation that had never appeared in their vast knowledge base.

"As expected of Miss Yingque, she always brings us some unexpected surprises. Although it is not conducive to the final result, it is still very interesting."

The absorption seemed to have worked; Yingque's complexion had eased considerably, no longer flushed, and his breathing gradually became steady and healthy.

At least, she looks like she's having a good sleep...

Everything was as if it had never happened. The girl had only kicked the blanket twice in her nightmare, and after the nightmare, there was a clean and sweet vacuum, without dreams or pain, just pure sleep.

There seemed to be nothing more for her to handle at the moment. After confirming several times, Aither bowed slightly to the girl on the bed and then slowly withdrew.

"Then, sweet dreams, Miss Yingque."

After saying goodbye, Ethel slowly closed the door and met Morse, who was waiting by the door.

"How about it......?"

Perhaps because he had been silent for too long, Morse's voice had become much hoarse, and his pronunciation was not natural.

Aisel smiled and shook her head: "It went very smoothly. Miss Yingque has a good compatibility with the reverse Kabbalah factor. After a simple treatment, she returned to normal. I estimate that it won't be long before she can get out of bed and walk normally."

"Yeah......"

Morse wasn't surprised; after all, anything that Gagsherav did himself would have a normal outcome, and there was no point in questioning it.

After all, deception is a meaningless act for her...

"Well then, goodbye, Miss Bishop. I hope you get along well with them~"

Ethel nodded politely as usual, then slowly disappeared into the shadows...

505 As the city lights begin to twinkle

P.S.: I highly recommend playing "Eclipse" by Aviators below; its atmosphere perfectly matches the environment. (Slow down your reading pace and follow the music.)

Three hours later...

The firefight was drawing to a close, and next to enter were police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances. In this kind of drama, they usually enter as the final cleanup crew, cleaning up the mess left by the departing protagonists.

That night, all those connected to the Mafia were either already gone or lying on the cold ground, waiting to be put into body bags for disposal, waiting for forensic doctors to identify the bullets that had entered their bodies, or to piece their shattered bodies back together, all in an effort to find that almost invisible clue.

In the once-prosperous streets that symbolized civilization, flames raged and wreckage littered the landscape, a stark reminder of how extreme violence had ripped apart this once glamorous facade.

The last bullet pierced his brain, the last sob escaped his lips, the last glimmer of light shone, and the last victim...

"This is the last one. Let's go, let's meet up..."

"The police haven't arrived yet, we still have plenty of time..."

"Big Sister...? We've wiped out several families in one fell swoop?"

"Yeah, starting tomorrow night, we'll be the bosses."

......

Even as the streets return to quiet, no one dares to step out again. They all believe the undeniable fact that, at this moment, the maintainers of civilization cannot offer them any real protection. Hours ago, their lives were no longer guaranteed. Out of fear, they chose to back down. But a few days later, their dissatisfaction with this situation will unleash an even greater storm, because someone has torn away the fig leaf of civilization, exposing its naked truth before them.