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The cold wind made Lovan and Pascal shiver a few times.
"What the hell?!"
M870, who was initially feeling a bit sleepy, couldn't help but roar.
"Uh-huh!"
M16 forcefully pushed the door back into the distance. The store's door was not closed, and the entire store was now engulfed in snow.
M16 and 416 stared at each other with furrowed brows, their expressions extremely grim.
"Tsk..."
Knowing he was in the wrong, 416 could only angrily sit back down in his original seat.
Although the unexpected cold was unpleasant, everyone was more concerned about the brief gunshot.
There's a firefight going on, and in such terrible weather...
P: To write a better Jill story later, I specifically bought a bartender's guide...
Miss Mondragon M1908, I love you so much! Mua! For you, I'm going to start writing!
173 I can't see anything.
There's a firefight going on, and in such terrible weather...
The problem is that they can't see anything yet and can only huddle in this small room to avoid the wind and snow.
Even so, Luo Fan still had to admire the dog and Xiao 9, who didn't react at all and slept very soundly.
Those present couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, fearing that a gunshot might explode in their ears at any moment.
The howling wind worried them, and the intermittent noise annoyed them...
Several minutes passed without any sign of it stopping, and the gunfire seemed to be intensifying.
A few minutes later, the executioner, who had been leaning against the wall, put on a coat, picked up his machete and pistol, and walked toward the door.
She took a deep breath and said softly, "I'll go out and take a look."
The door faced the direction of the shop, and she planned to brave the wind and snow to scout outside.
"Are you sure? If they don't get close, the weather might actually affect their condition and backfire."
Luo Fan turned to look at the executioner, his furrowed brows revealing a hint of worry.
But for the executioner, that was enough...
"Heh, who do you take me for? A proper Ironblood military android. If I can get frozen in this kind of weather, I'd better retire as soon as possible."
She was serious. This kind of weather didn't really affect her much. After all, if she moved at her maximum speed, she could achieve the same wind-breaking effect as an AK15. This kind of wind and snow could only slightly limit her movement under normal circumstances.
Luo Fan stopped trying to dissuade him and casually waved his hand.
After saying that, the executioner opened the door a crack, letting the cold wind enter the room in a minimal amount before slowly slipping out through the crack.
However, a small accident happened when she went out...
Only 45 saw this little accident, and only 45 would care about it.
The executioner didn't check the size of the gap in the door properly, thinking he could slip out, but ended up getting stuck by his own two lumps of flesh for a few seconds.
"Tsk..."
She had to open the door wider to squeeze her body out.
From beginning to end, 45 witnessed this entire series of actions...
They were just two pieces of excess flesh that hindered their movements, and they were of no help to war machines like theirs, so why did she care so much about them?
Why are my eyes always filled with tears?
45's face immediately turned extremely ugly, but no one noticed.
She looked at AK12 next to Luo Fan, who was resting her chin on her hand and maintaining a smile.
Her gaze gradually shifted downwards, and a hint of doubt crept into her eyes.
AK12 and the Rebellious Squad don't even look that big, so why does the Commander favor them so much?
Is it because of the white hair? But the Commander also really likes Miss Mondragon, and she's not white-haired...
Is it because she's big? But Miss Mondragon doesn't look that big...
45 racked her brains but couldn't figure out why her commander favored them so much. There was simply no reason! What did she, 45, lack compared to them?!
But she overlooked one problem from beginning to end: it's not that Lofan dislikes 45, it's just that Lofan prefers characters with long, straight lines, like the Rebellion Squad and Mondragon, which are perfect matches for Lofan's preferences.
Aside from the Rebellious Squad, Lovan was completely captivated by Mondragon the moment he saw him...
Miss Mondragon, how do you manage to be both handsome and good-looking?
Although Griffin has quite a few direct descendants, Lofan is particularly fond of these five.
So 45 lost from the start, but that doesn't mean Luo Fan didn't like her; everyone has their own expertise.
......
The executioner braved the wind and snow to enter the shop. Even though she was a military doll, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
It seems that the shop owner didn't have time to close the door when the outbreak occurred, and it remained open to the malicious world.
Judging from the rows of display shelves and ovens, as well as the contents of the boxes on the shelves that are still faintly visible, this place must have originally been a bakery or similar establishment.
Looking at the charming decor inside the shop, it's easy to imagine what the business was like and what the owner's personality was like.
But all of this was destroyed by a biological crisis, destroyed by one company...
The executioner sighed deeply, tightened his collar slightly, and walked towards the shop's main entrance.
Her boots crunched on the snow, and the howling wind whipped her long hair, letting it drift freely in the air like uncollected silk.
Once outside, the sounds became clearer, and the gunshots were much more pronounced than inside the room.
The executioner walked to the counter, not far from the shop door, where even the wind and snow could easily lash her delicate face.
"Tsk, what's going on?"
She frowned, shielding her face from the oncoming wind and snow with her hand, wanting to see what was going on.
Even with the vision module, she still had difficulty seeing distant targets in this weather, especially in this snowy environment filled with obstacles like cars and zombies.
"Tap tap... tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap... tap tap tap..."
Suddenly, the gunfire became rapid and chaotic, clearly not the sound of a single person firing their guns...
In other words, it is very likely that these people have already engaged in close-quarters combat.
But here's the question: who would want to act in this kind of weather and at this time of day?
Even Umbrella wouldn't exploit its employees like this, and even Griffin wouldn't do such a thing...
(16 pigeons: Achoo!)
But what if it's not just Umbrella, but other forces as well? Like the White Eagle military or something?
What if these two forces happened to meet while each was carrying out their own mission?
Umbrella will definitely need to maintain secrecy. If it encounters the White Eagle military, it will instinctively avoid them. However, if the White Eagle military discovers them first, they will definitely make the USS reveal their identity, and then they will inevitably face a counterattack from the USS.
And then, a firefight broke out...
But this was just a script in her imagination; she didn't know what the actual situation would be like.
She even considered going out to see what was going on, but that was clearly impossible, and she wasn't stupid enough to do that.
Needless to say, she didn't see any people, she didn't even see the muzzle flash of a gun, she only heard the sound of gunfire.
"Tsk..."
Unable to see anything, the executioner, somewhat frustrated, closed the shop door to prevent the wind and snow from getting in further, and returned to his room.
P.S.: Rosalia's picture in the poll seems to be broken, so I'm re-uploading it.
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Some readers have also requested additional illustrations of the previously released characters...
174 Someone is coming......
"Kacha."
The door behind him was pulled open, and the executioner returned from the shop to the cramped room.
She took off her snow-covered coat, hung it on the chair, and returned to the fireplace.
Seeing that there was no place to sit next to Luo Fan, she had no choice but to continue sitting next to the alchemist.
Even if this temperature doesn't cause her any real damage, the discomfort she'll experience is still included from the factory.
The snow melted on her clothes, then turned into icy water that stuck to her skin. She could only pat it off with her hands and warm herself up by the stove.
Seeing her state, Luo Fan took out a bottle of dark rum from his backpack and handed it to her: "Did you see anything?"
The executioner took the rum, pulled out the cork with his bare hands, and took a big gulp, as if the risk he had just taken had indeed made him feel cold.
But returning from the snowstorm to the warmth of the fireplace, and then having a sip of warm liquor, is indeed a comforting thing.
"Sigh, the snowstorm is too strong, we can't see anything, but the noise is getting louder and louder."
The executioner was clearly not satisfied with the result and appeared quite agitated.
After all, she almost couldn't resist rushing outside to break up the fight; having a few flies buzzing around your ears is definitely annoying.
Everyone lowered their heads, lost in thought. They had also heard the rapid gunfire just now; clearly, somewhere, everyone... or some people, had engaged in a firefight, and a rather dangerous situation had arisen.
To be honest, if he had the chance, Luo Fan would like to go there and have some fun, but the circumstances prevented him from doing so.
If you're lucky, you might even find someone still alive to interrogate...
But now, they have no other choice but to passively wait for the snowstorm, tinged with the scent of death, to sweep over them.
Dreamer took a lollipop from AA12's pocket, unwrapped it, and started eating. AA12 didn't object, since the experience of eating snacks and the previous mission at Raccoon City Hospital had already made them familiar with each other.
RO even took out marshmallows from his backpack and started roasting them.
The atmosphere fell silent once again...
There was no other way; with no power, this was their only form of entertainment. They didn't dare use their phones in this situation, as it would be troublesome if the signal was detected.
WA behind Luo Fan changed position, from back to back to lying on his side on his back.
Her eyelids were heavy, and her pupils had lost some focus, indicating that she hadn't been getting much rest these past few days.
Luo Fan's gaze softened slightly: "Never mind. Let's get some rest first, and we can talk about it tomorrow."
There's no useful information for them right now, so thinking too much will only cause them more trouble.
"Did you hear that? Okay, everyone go back to sleep."
M870 casually raised his hand and waved it a few times before lying down on 416, completely disregarding him as an outsider.
Once again, 416 "provided" convenience for M870.
However, her reaction was not as intense as the previous times; she did not kick the M870 away with a sudden leg shake.
I'm used to it, that's how it is...
But that's not all. Even though the girls in Griffin may not have had much interaction before, the current situation forces them to get to know each other better and move forward together.
Seeing that their commander had no intention of conducting further reconnaissance and exploration, the girls could only put down their equipment and prepare to rest.
There were only a few chairs, and the stove wasn't against the wall, so they could only rest where they were, at most using their backpacks as pillows for some comfort.
Or, like Xiao 9 and M870, they actively seek out a pillow, provided that the pillow agrees.
Dog, Xiao 9, WA, Pascal, and a few other girls who weren't feeling well had already fallen asleep. The others were either unpacking snacks and canned goods or drinking alcohol; they had no desire to chat.