Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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M4 said, "Commander, move forward 70 meters and then turn left to leave the alley and retreat off King's Row. There are too many zombies here, and the risk is too high."

"receive."

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Luo Fan and the girls had already realized that even in the dark and sewage-filled alleyways, there were still quite a few zombies, and their journey had not been easy.

With a large number of zombies and Lickers that prefer to hunt in such confined spaces, they are forced to face the Lickers in such a terrible environment.

There are definitely more than ten, if not dozens.

"Roar!"

A Licker leaped down from the wall and pounced on the running crowd.

But the AK15 didn't even need to fire; it simply grabbed the Licker's head with one hand.

"It's in the way..."

They slammed the Licker's head against the wall, smashing a hole in it and embedding the Licker inside.

They had reduced the frequency of firing as much as possible, and even if the zombies could not detect them, they still had to be wary of the possible USS forces nearby.

The group turned left and saw the exit of the alley.

"Quickly, get ready to go out."

Luo Fan quickened his pace.

After Dreamer and WA dealt with the zombies behind them, they quickened their pace and followed the Rebellious Squad in their retreat.

The air quality in the alley was terrible, making Luo Fan feel very uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

The stench of rotting flesh and the foul air mixed with all sorts of alcoholic beverages were hard to describe, but they caused extreme physical discomfort. It was only after his blood network was enhanced that Luo Fan was able to control himself relatively easily.

The closer he got to the exit, the faster he moved, and the breath he had been holding in was about to be released.

But just as he opened his mouth...

"Boom!"

"???!!!"

Suddenly, the wall on the right cracked open, and an iron hand grabbed Luo Fan.

"Damn it, tyrant!"

The unexpected attack caught Luo Fan completely off guard, and he was immediately subdued by the tyrant.

The girls at home also noticed the sudden attack, and they immediately lost their composure.

"Wait, the commander is under attack!"

They were using drones, which made it impossible for them to detect what was happening inside the building; no one had expected this to happen.

But an accident is an accident, but that doesn't mean they lack the ability to solve it...

Luo Fan's hand holding the gun was still mobile, so he raised his HK416 with one hand and unleashed all the bullets into the tyrant's face.

The tyrant, who was about to launch an attack, was immediately slapped in the face by 5.56 NATO.

He instinctively raised his fist to protect his face.

But this completely fails to protect the sides...

Even faster than the Rebellion Squad, before they could fire, the Dreamer had already raised her particle gun and pulled the trigger.

"Pfft!"

The tyrant's head was smashed open, and a pool of blood smeared on Luo Fan's face.

Thankfully he was wearing a mask, otherwise having that pool of blood on his face would have made him uncomfortable all day...

"Ugh, that's disgusting..."

Luo Fan broke free from the tyrant's grasp and subconsciously wiped his face.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Luo Fan couldn't help but give it the middle finger.

It's like killing yourself and disgusting others, but zombies are all like that...

"call......"

The girls breathed a sigh of relief; they had forgotten that the Dreamer was still by the commander's side.

With the Dreamers around, these high-risk units are unlikely to pose a direct threat to the commanders unless they get close.

The retreat could then continue...

PS: OK, I'll be officially on leave from next Monday to Wednesday. Everyone, please stay here and don't move around. I'm going to take a few exams and then come back.

157 Considerations

PS: I'm back, I'm back! I've had a great time slacking off.

"Snapped!"

Compared to a few minutes ago, the wind direction had changed and was much stronger than before, and a piece of scrap paper was blown onto Luo Fan's face.

"Tsk..."

Frustrated, he threw the paper behind him and continued his escape.

M4's voice came through the headset: "Commander, continue advancing 500 meters along the street. This area has been cleared, so you can proceed with confidence."

"Received. Approximately how far are we from headquarters?"

Luo Fan just wanted to get home as soon as possible and prepare to leave the city the next day. He didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a second longer.

This is a bit different from the zombie movies I imagined...

"There are about 800 meters left. After walking along the street for 500 meters, turn right into the Duolin District, and continue in that direction for about 300 meters to reach your destination."

"receive."

We're almost there...

No longer needing to make turns left and right in the dark, sewage-filled alleys, the group quickened their pace.

As M4 said, the neighborhood is indeed much cleaner. Apart from a few scattered wandering zombies, there are basically no troublesome units such as Tyrants and Lickers. It seems that the girls have wiped them out.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they should soon be able to return home with plenty of resources, regroup, and then prepare to leave the city for a vacation or something...

Luo Fan's joy was growing stronger, but it wasn't to the point of making him lose his head.

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"45, isn't that a bit too easy?"

Standing in front of the handrail, 40 asked with some concern.

Twenty minutes after the mission began, apart from the Tyrant that broke through the wall, the commander and his team hadn't encountered any particularly noticeable trouble... or rather, they were having an extremely comfortable time, a frighteningly comfortable time.

Sitting on the sofa, sucking on a lollipop and operating a drone, Little 9 was quite content: "Hey, Sister 40, isn't this a good thing? It's good that there are no problems. This also shows that the AR team and Ironblood Manufacturing have done a very good job."

Her optimism remains unchanged.

But perhaps only Xiao Jiu could maintain such a state of mind after going through a period of escape.

Most people shared 40's opinion, thinking that things seemed unusually harmonious. They were able to encounter Umbrella's UBCS in the ZF building, and the AR team was able to encounter USS on the street. Perhaps in some sense, Umbrella's people had already infiltrated Raccoon City. So why hadn't the Commander and the others encountered anything yet?

One possibility, the worst possible scenario, is that the commander and his team may have already been targeted.

But this is just speculation. If it's not like that, that would be even better, since we can't think of any worse scenarios.

The person on the sofa, number 45, was also frowning as they watched the monitor screen on the remote control, not daring to relax.

She didn't participate in their conversation, but instead contacted the AR team in the living room on her own.

"AR team, don't you guys think something's not right?"

Although the current situation is safe for the commanders, they shouldn't be completely oblivious.

But it's clear that all the girls think the same way.

Even though they kept reporting on the situation, their expressions were not good.

Not only AR Squad, but also the three members of Sangvis Ferri, Pascal and Mrs. Grey, the two shotgun androids, gathered in the living room, watching the surveillance footage on the TV screen, their worries revealed without any attempt to hide them.

At this point, there's no hope for any unexpected events, but...

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

While we can't say we're living in peace and comfort, it would be quite abnormal if we had absolutely no worries.

M4 temporarily shut down the channel with the commander and replied, "Of course, but we can't tell the commander about this speculation. If it is indeed safe, it will only cause more trouble. If we become paranoid because of this, it will only affect the efficiency of the evacuation."

They also had concerns, but they couldn't just tell the commander.

The commander isn't far from home now, so if anything happens, they can get there as quickly as possible.

But that's assuming they discover the situation...

The most terrifying enemy is the one that cannot be seen.

"Should we send a squad to provide backup?"

M16 stopped looking at the screen and returned to the table where the map was laid out.

Of course, she was also worried, and it would be best if someone could help her out.

M4 lowered his head and began to think.

All combat personnel are currently in high spirits, and the loss of one squad will not affect the safety of their rear.

"Okay, let's go then. Sister 16, AR15, SOP II and the two from Ironblood Factory will go together."

"it is good."

The three answered in unison, and then went back to their room to retrieve their equipment.

M16 walked over to the sofa and patted the Executioner and Alchemist on the shoulder, who were staring at the television screen.

The two looked at her with some confusion.

"Want to drink? Now's not the right time."

Spending too much time with M16, every time the two of them encountered the executioner, they felt they were about to have a drinking session.

But M16's answer was exactly what she expected.

"What would you like to drink? I'm going out to pick up the commander. We'll decide whether to drink or not when he gets back."

After saying that, M16 went back to his room to retrieve his equipment.

The two exchanged a glance, shrugged indifferently, and then got up to make preparations.

Their equipment was simple and placed by the door, so they were already ready.

The executioner, holding his cleaver, leaned against the door and yawned irritably.

"These kinds of troubles are always happening..."

She couldn't help but sigh.

Whether in the past or present, they are always inextricably linked to war.

Even if the current situation doesn't qualify as war, it's enough to cause countless deaths.

"Well, that's what we were born for, and I actually quite enjoy it."

The executioner couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, that's what they were born for. If one day they are no longer needed for this kind of thing, it doesn't mean the war is over, but that a more powerful war machine has emerged.

But they won't even get a pension, since they might be dismantled and used to develop new weapons...

However, they themselves did not expect that they, who had always been participants in war, would actually discuss war itself.

Before long, the three members of the AR team had packed their things and returned to the living room.

Upon seeing the M16 already holding a gun, the alchemist opened the door and stepped outside.

Alright, they don't have time to think about all that. Just do what they're supposed to do; they're executors, not decision-makers.

"Let's go."

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