Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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This is a warning; they know everything. Don't try to hide anything from them...

Finally, a few people stepped forward one after another, but judging from their expressions, they seemed more afraid of the "punishment" they would face than of admitting their mistakes.

The scarecrow glanced at them and confirmed they were indeed the targets she had noted down, but there were still a few who had slipped through the net and remained in the crowd, observing.

The carriage was already packed with people, and most of the girls were gathered there as well. Their presence made the place look more like an execution ground than a gathering place for survivors.

Seeing that his teammates were in position, the Scarecrow nodded slightly: "Hmm, I remember you guys. Although I hesitated, I was still being honest."

As she spoke, she gestured with her baton to several different angles, leaving everyone present bewildered. Those watching seemed to think the matter was over and they had escaped unscathed.

Suddenly, the alchemist and ouroboros in the back attacked, grabbing the heads of several passengers in the crowd, then pressing a pistol to their jaws and pulling the trigger.

In an instant, blood and gray brain matter splattered everywhere, staining the gray ground red and even the roof of the car crimson, making it particularly conspicuous in the nighttime carriage.

Like an overturned inkwell, the overflowing ink is extremely distressing.

The incident happened suddenly, and the shock it caused to the passengers was indescribable. Surprisingly, no one screamed. Most of them were already terrified, fearing that they would become the next target.

Luo Fan was not surprised by this. After all, someone had to pay the price for causing such trouble, so as to make an example of someone and prevent it from happening again.

The body lay motionless on the ground, and no one dared to question it. They could only pray silently that it had nothing to do with them.

After the execution, the scarecrow walked past the few who confessed, nodding slightly: "This is the last time."

As the girls began returning to their respective carriages, people realized it was over, and no one else would die...

And one must not make mistakes; the slightest carelessness could lead to collective punishment...

Luo Fan had unknowingly sat down, indicating that he was somewhat interested in the execution. Lightning, Jiang Feng, and IWS stayed by his side, and although they disliked the scene, they watched it together.

Whether it's right or wrong, I won't comment, but as for my personal opinion, I naturally can't agree with it. However, it is undoubtedly the most efficient approach. If the commander has no objection, they will choose to remain silent. Only Jiang Feng would approve of this swift and decisive method.

“Commander.” Luo Fan glanced sideways; SP9 was contacting him through its headset: “The commander is looking for you, 1.”

......

“…Here it comes.”

Luo Fan put away his weapon, no longer paying attention to the mess, and followed the three to the driver's seat.

The passengers looked at each other, none of them daring to deal with the body on the ground.

Nobody wants to be the next one...

......

As he entered the front of the vehicle, Franks noticed a young girl carrying a large object next to Lovan. He immediately assumed that Lovan was there to question him, and swallowed the words he was about to say.

Luo Fan rolled his eyes: "Don't be afraid, they're just following me. Just say what you need."

But the other party remained focused on driving, even though Luo Fan knew very well that after losing contact with the station and slowing down, there was actually nothing to pay attention to.

It was still early, so Luo Fan simply leaned against the wall and slowly admired the scenery before him.

Similar to those live broadcasts from fixed camera positions on the locomotive, the images flash by like film reels, as the train travels into a field. It's night, and even though it's late and the road ahead is hard to see, it's still a journey with a clear purpose. The swaying shadows of the trees are more comforting than the rows of tall buildings.

Perhaps this kind of work process is also a good experience...

"is it necessary?"

That magnetic voice interrupted Luo Fan's thoughts. He lowered his head, while Franks continued to gaze into the distance, as if it wasn't him who had spoken. There was no response, and nothing seemed amiss.

But Luo Fan shrugged: "What do you mean?"

"Kill those people."

"They almost killed everyone who got off the bus, and they dared to do wrong, so they paid the price for their ignorance."

Although killing them was not Luo Fan's original intention, but merely an explanation to go along with the girls' wishes, when Franks saw all of this through the surveillance, he would definitely think that Luo Fan had ordered it.

Franks' reaction was much calmer, perhaps because he had become accustomed to this style.

But Franks still had doubts. "You guys have the ability to solve this, don't you? We've all seen your methods; this isn't the first time you've faced this kind of problem. And I've heard rumors that one of your men is carrying a 20mm NTW-20 from South Africa, right? And that guy next to you with the gun taller than a man is probably a big shot too. With these monsters around, you think you can handle these problems?"

He spoke at length, but Luo Fan only absorbed part of it. In essence, he said that these issues were insignificant to them, and killing these people was making a mountain out of a molehill.

but......

P.S.: Tomorrow is the school anniversary celebration. I'll try to prepare more drafts and see if I can write a big post this weekend.

518 No progress.

“Just because I have this ability doesn’t mean we have to cover for their stupidity,” Luo Fan said calmly, even having time to eat a ham. “We won’t protect them forever either. It will be good for them to understand the consequences of causing trouble.”

This explanation only made Franks more agitated: "But you have the ability to avoid it. Teach them and warn them while you're still here, and they'll know what to do next time, won't they?"

He argued vehemently, his face flushed red, and his appearance was even somewhat comical.

“It’s not because we are kind-hearted and patient that we gained this ability…” Luo Fan paused, “but because we are ruthless and merciless that we seized the power that belongs to us.”

Franks opened his mouth, but was speechless; he could not refute it.

He should have realized this sooner. How could someone who has come this far be bound by the so-called morality of normal people?

Luo Fan patted the other man on the shoulder, his voice firm: "Mr. Commander, I know you're a good person, but you also need to understand that special cases require special measures. We don't want to leave any potential hidden dangers. Also, I have no relation to the people in this vehicle. I could easily expel everyone and then coerce you to continue driving. What's even more dangerous is..."

Snapped!

Luo Fan slammed his hand down, causing Franks to shudder, and then a warm breeze brushed against his ear...

"Among my men, quite a few know how to drive and maintain trains, so..."

After saying that, Luo Fan turned around and slowly left with the girls.

"Be a smart man, conductor."

Before leaving, the man said one last thing and then disappeared down the corridor.

......

When Franks came to his senses, he realized that he was already drenched in sweat. He couldn't even understand whether this physiological reaction was due to fear of death, but the terrifying experience was indeed from the threat of death.

"Dad..."

The deputy commander glanced sideways, seemingly unsure whether the group had left, and his expression was equally grim.

This is a father and son driver pair, and now they are both in an awkward situation.

"I'm fine, phew..."

Fortunately, Yelena left early, so even if my son and I can't go back, we have nothing to worry about...

Franks opened his pocket watch, carefully examined the woman's photograph beneath the dial, and secretly placed it to his lips, sealing it with a kiss.

Pray for us, dear Yelena...

......

"A quick commentary on the city clash the day before yesterday? Please, even though I work in media, there are some things I can't say, otherwise I might quit the internet tomorrow."

"You're trying to make us brothers feel bad, it's hard to say. But I still have to remind everyone to stock up on medicine as soon as possible, the days ahead might be tough... Sigh, I'm just grumbling, but I still have to remind you. Brothers, be careful lately, it's too chaotic outside."

MDR's recent live streams have been far less lively than before, given the recent turmoil. She also learned from the chat messages that many viewers were injured in the shooting incident. Therefore, she made a huge donation in her personal capacity to help her fans through this difficult time.

Moreover, the news headlines have been dominated by shooting incidents recently, and this is likely to continue for a long time. We are following up and searching for clues, not to seek a fair truth, but simply to give the public an explanation. As for what happens next, who knows...?

This is not conducive to the development of media companies that are primarily in the entertainment industry; at most, they can only donate money to boost their reputation.

SAT8 has recently had some free time to focus on taking care of Yingque, while the pharmaceutical company is also trying to expand its business. As for her... she's the same as always.

She hasn't seen combat for a while, and her gun is practically gathering dust, but I've heard she might come in handy in future battles...

That's not the point. The real question is, when will I be able to pay back the ring I owe myself?

She looked at her bare ring finger and thought that perhaps it wouldn't be bad to put some meaningless decorations on it.

"Damn, I'm getting angrier and angrier. Guys, I'm ending the stream now. See you tomorrow night!"

With a wave of her hand, MDR put one foot on the computer desk and slid backward using the wheels of her gaming chair. When she reached the bed, she lay down. All the furniture was carefully arranged so that she could reach any functional area in the room without having to walk.

"Let's do some promotion for Paradis. We need to tone it down a bit lately."

The current political climate is unfavorable for her, so she has no choice but to lie low for the time being. After all, performing at a funeral is not a good thing. The downfall of two families does not mean they can completely run rampant...

The power struggle with the family has temporarily come to an end; now it's up to Umbrella and the White Eagle themselves.

But that's none of MDR's business. She just wants to go online for a short while each day, then relax and enjoy her life.

Until a phone call interrupted her sweet dream...

"Tsk, hey...? I told you, we don't accept LGBT people... Get lost, Cyber ​​Media doesn't need unidentified bastards!"

Then, there was a crisp sound as MDR carelessly tossed his phone to the ground, eliciting a loud shout from the crack in the ground...

"Griffin, what are you yelling at your mother for?!"

MDR understood that it was Beak, who lived downstairs. Due to the special nature of her combat methods, she did not participate in the mission in the quarantine zone. Instead, she lived in the bar, responsible for protecting Yingque or taking over the company's special work needs. However, she had a bad temper and happened to live downstairs from MDR, so the two became enemies.

MDR was powerless to respond; dealing with these LGBT individuals was already enough of a headache for her.

She didn't want CyberMedia to be tied down by these scoundrels and produce meaningless content, and neither did her colleagues. So they stood up to oppose this bad trend.

Fortunately, she also had her own electronic warfare module, so these online harassments were insignificant to her.

"To combat cerebral palsy, it seems that being foul-mouthed is more effective," she thought to herself as she took her last pill before bed.

But for women, problems can't be solved by yelling back. For example, the Niettos in the company are still overwhelmed by the current situation.

"...Damn it, it shouldn't have stopped."

In the conference room, apart from a few core senior Nieto members and a small number of newly produced Nieto, everyone gathered together, staring intently at the financial report on the projected screen, their brows furrowed. Morido paced back and forth, utterly perplexed by the current situation.

Things didn't go as smoothly as they had imagined. After reaching the top of the family, everything went smoothly, and their growth points remained pitifully small, without the expected explosive increase...

519 The Cruel Plan

"The stock is still up but in the red. Are we unable to attract investors?!"

"Teacher, perhaps it's just too early; quantitative changes haven't yet led to qualitative changes."

Gray tried to reassure her, but Morido resolutely shook her head in denial: "No, that's not reasonable. There are two possibilities: either the market circulation route is not fully cleared, or there is a problem in a certain link, resulting in an incorrect listing volume and insufficient positive feedback to the market; or someone is interfering and making positive adjustments to the market, causing our plans to be thwarted at every turn."

She had lost her usual composure and even seemed somewhat crazy, like a tyrant who had been disobeyed and was furious.

"Is there anyone who can stop us..." a young, dark-haired Nieto said in a deep voice, "With our intelligence network, there shouldn't be any hidden figures..."

"No, Natiya, our dear sister, considering that you are new here and do not yet have a good understanding of our enemies."

Morido walked to her seat. God said that she stroked the long hair of the newborn Nieto. Unlike the previous black and white Nieto's long hair, her appearance was closer to that of a modern person. Her indifferent face and eyes made her maintain a sense of distance at all times, but her moderate height just balanced this out.

"Although the commander's initial goal was to fight Umbrella, our enemies have never been just this one pharmaceutical company. To knock down a tree by brute force, you must first uproot it..."

Her hysterical state could easily make others doubt her mental state, but Grey and Tiffany were perfectly clear that it was just a manifestation of her anger, restrained yet brutal.

Fortunately, they sent Tayarus to Lovan's side in advance; otherwise, if she stayed here, she might have been influenced by Morido and become another unstable being.

Like them, Natia is one of the few Nito who does not take Gray and Morido's orders as the highest standard. She is directly responsible to Lovan, and as a newly emerging high-level Nito, a new Nito squad is formed with her as the core.

If it were any other ordinary Nieto, they would be too terrified to move in the face of such close contact with Morido, but it didn't matter to Natia. In terms of status, they were very similar, and if Natia wanted to, she could actually act according to her own wishes.

Natia then extended her hand to Morido: "Does your sister think this war is not over yet?"

“Yes,” Mercury Rose answered from the other side, “What the Commander did was only solve the most troublesome problem at the moment; the rest of the trivial matters…”

Her sister, Nemokin, took the baton: "This is a test for us. Once the Commander leaves us, how far can we go on our own? Will we be able to satisfy him...?"

They are Paradis, after all. As commanders of humanity, their existence, known as the "bottom line," may have affected their performance.

Morido gently took her "sister's" hand, whispering her ideals: "Yes, that's right, this is the time to test our abilities. With our methods, we can easily do what those guys from Griffin and Ironblood Manufacturing can't. That's why the Commander can entrust his New York assets to us so confidently, and of course, we can't let him down... Everything is still proceeding in an orderly manner, only because this superficial order still exists. There are still more people to kill, more obstacles to destroy..."

The downfall of the two families is not the end, but the beginning. It is not that New York will continue to operate according to their rules, but that they will bring even more chaotic and insane chaos into the city.

"And I already have a plan..."

After saying that, Moriarty returned to the projector and switched the screen to a statistical chart and photos of several people, both men and women, ranging from middle-aged to old age, dressed in suits and ties, and most of them were probably not ordinary people.

She raised her hand and said, following the screen, "This is a list of all the people in the pharmaceutical industry in New York City, along with the market value of their companies. While there are many dark secrets in White Eagle's business and few bright spots to speak of, people willing to dedicate themselves to others are not rare."

Following Morito's explanation, everyone analyzed the current situation and predicted Morito's next plan.

Should they seek breakthroughs through cooperation with others, or acquire parts of the company through peaceful means to expand their market influence? At least after the previous two mass shootings, no one should want to cause large-scale social unrest again.

The internal conflicts within White Eagle society are already on the verge of collapse due to the several shootings that have occurred in recent months. If another or several such incidents were to happen, it would be far more than just public outcry online...

Economic development requires a relatively stable social background, which is one of the inevitable choices of history. Too much turmoil will only have the opposite effect on their plans. At least from their perspective, there is no strategy other than peace that can be found for the time being.

However, Morido's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light as she circled several people's photos using drawing mode.