Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"What's life like in the quarantine zone?"

"How about that? It's fucking amazing. Almost everything except feces has gone into people's mouths. Every day they have to fall asleep to the screams that sound like a Super Bowl game, and every now and then there are gunshots. Maybe the military is trying to rescue people. It's really touching."

In the video, a disheveled man vividly describes the situation inside the quarantine zone to viewers, without any hint of fabrication. Moreover, the streamer, Carol, has already projected the image onto the window, allowing viewers to see the street scene – this is the quarantine zone. One has to admire how these streamers are willing to go through any danger for the sake of popularity and traffic.

But the martyrs knew that these were their own people, part of the plan of action.

"To be honest, it's making me a little itchy to fight. I've always fought against people, and I've never fought a monster before."

Mantico laughed, saying that Gray had done some simple treatment on her eyes and she had now regained some vision and function.

However, Hecate immediately retorted, "Itchy hands? I think you're just asking for trouble. You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, haven't you?"

"Look at what you're saying. Do you think I'd get beaten up by a bunch of zombies?"

“Maybe not,” Nemesis said, unusually siding with Hecate, “but the captain will definitely give you a good beating.”

"That's true..."

So Mantico continued to drink, turning his attention back to the screen.

A moment later, Natya returned to the sofa with two wine glasses, offering one to her sister, Rhein-Sherr, who accepted it with a sweet smile and slowly drank it.

"It's a pity she couldn't take pictures of the other team members. I was hoping to see what our commander looks like..."

Rhine-Enshe muttered something under his breath, which Natia overheard.

"What, are you starting to have feelings for a man?"

"No, no, how could that be... I'm just curious about my boss. After all, whether the sisters live well or not depends on his attitude."

Rhinensch quickly offered an explanation, though it sounded more like a defense.

Natia finished her drink in one gulp and then leaned back on the sofa.

"Don't worry, we'll meet eventually. I'm just worried you might get carried away and be kidnapped. I don't want my sister to elope with her commander."

“Yes, what’s that saying again?” Hecate teased, “A rabbit doesn’t eat the grass near its burrow. Don’t look for rabbits at your workplace. There aren’t many of them to begin with, and the quality is usually not good.”

"hahahahahahahaha"

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"But we are machines..."

"Rhine-Enshell said in a low voice."

P.S.: School starts tomorrow, and this is the second semester of senior year. A very important moment in my life is just around the corner, so updates will be extremely slow for a while. Please understand, as we all have our own lives to live...

Also, I now have a project to write an original slice-of-life novel, which I'll probably start after graduation. Don't worry, I won't abandon this one; I'll be writing two books at once, so everyone can look forward to it.

Report on the latest situation

Sorry to keep you all waiting. I've been really busy since the start of the semester. There are all sorts of things to do in the second semester of my senior year, plus a bunch of exams, so I haven't had much time to write. But I can guarantee that I should be able to finish writing by the day after tomorrow at the latest. If I'm not so busy later, I should be able to try to steal some time to write.

Another thing I want to talk about is the style of the later chapters. I will start to pay more attention to character portrayal. A reader in the group is right. The characters in the later chapters are indeed too stereotypical, which does not meet my original purpose in writing this book. I should have made these characters come alive.

Therefore, the interweaving of battles and action might be quite significant later on. After all, after the previous vote, I voted for battles too much, which caused me to keep writing about battles and forget my original intention. Now I feel that it's time to start writing according to what I want to write.

Therefore, please forgive those who like and want to see battles. Later on, you may see many individual scenes for various characters, or non-combat daily life scenes. Unless the main story progresses to that part, I will try to avoid unnecessary battle scenes.

570 Intelligence Acquisition

At five o'clock in the morning, Luo Fan woke up 45 early and went with him to the next floor to meet Anderson.

Thanks to the leader, by hacking into the cameras that 45 had placed in advance, he learned that the residents in the building had started to move around and alerted Lovan. Surprisingly, after the tablet unlocked the one-way door function, Lovan deleted all other useful and useless software and functions. It is really puzzling how the leader used the most basic computing power to hack into 45's devices. Is there some kind of medium?

However, at least he can keep track of the residents' movements on that floor and take action at the right time.

"So you're planning to make a move so soon?"

45 was still in a sleepy state, perhaps as a result of interference from the leader's body.

“It’s still early,” Luo Fan put away the tablet and handed over a can of energy drink. “We don’t have enough information yet. Keeping it will still be useful. This trip is to see if we can get any useful information out of it.”

There's no need for a large-scale operation like the one with Korensky. A simple discussion between the three of them will suffice. The current quarantine zone is more dangerous than the outer ring last time, so they still need to be mindful of the risk of congestion.

45 remained noncommittal, simply following Luo Fan's side. The people around them were giving them strange looks, but upon seeing the thing on 45's waist, they all wisely left.

"It seems that no matter the era, the subservience of politics is still the same old thing."

45 couldn't help but sigh. Having been in this era for half a year, apart from daily life, the scenes they saw were actually no different from before. The methods were similar, and the expressions of the victims... were always the same.

"Of course, how would you reach the sugar jar on the refrigerator without a chair to stand on?"

Lovan didn't want to comment on the suffering he witnessed in the quarantine zone. After all, his ultimate goal had nothing to do with these things; it was simply to bring down Umbrella, nothing more.

"That's why I don't interfere with Morido and her group's actions at all. She and her henchmen are better at handling these kinds of situations, and perhaps that's why she enjoys it so much."

He would no longer use the idea of ​​noble goals accompanied by sacrifice to embellish himself. Having come this far, he was no different from those murderers. No matter how noble the goal, it could not wash away the bloodstains on his body. His exhausted eyes could never forget the look of fear. Only with the girls' unwavering belief could his goal seem correct.

While there is indeed a universally recognized moral justice among humans, for him and his kind, justice, or "correctness," is a highly subjective and easily defined term.

"As expected of the commander, he gets the hang of things very quickly."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, said nothing more, and after walking for a few more minutes, arrived at Anderson's room.

Anderson didn't seem surprised by their arrival, and continued to sit in his office chair drinking water. Judging from the twitching corner of his mouth, the water was probably cold.

"Interested in chatting?"

Lovan pulled out two chairs for himself and 45, then sat down opposite Anderson with a smile.

Just a table away, the man in front of him was being somewhat offensive in his initiative, but Anderson seemed to have gotten used to this young man's forced smile.

"Since we're free, let's chat. What do you want to know?"

The two were taken aback. Why had their attitude suddenly become so much better?

Seemingly sensing their confusion, Anderson waved his hand and leaned back in his chair: "Don't look at me like that. That batch of supplies was standard military disaster relief supplies. Many of the items in it solved our immediate problems, and you didn't touch a single thing. For that, even if I don't want to, I should express my gratitude to you on behalf of everyone here."

The weathered middle-aged man nodded to the two men, his fingers interlaced and placed motionless on the table, revealing the solemnity of his words.

"As for running into the military last night, I was indeed a bit agitated. You should remember that I once said that my wife died in that riot, so I have a deep hatred for the military. No matter what their purpose was, my wife ultimately died at their hands. If you were affected by my anger, I apologize."

Luo Fan hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "What, you've calmed down so quickly?"

"Stop teasing me. Although I'm easily agitated, I can still tell friend from foe. Besides, we're a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people. Apart from that batch of supplies, we don't have anything of value. Since you're not even interested in the supplies, then I only have one thing here that you want."

"intelligence."

45's lips slowly curled up, accompanied by the tapping sound of tapping on the table.

The two exchanged a smile, and the tense atmosphere immediately eased considerably.

Lofan's evaluation of him rose a few points: "It seems you're a smart man, Anderson. We were worried last night that you might do something stupid, but it seems we were overthinking it."

"Alright, ask whatever you want. I'm sure you'll want to spend your time on other, more meaningful things."

Anderson is right. The simple pleasantries are over, and the rest of the time should be spent focusing on what they want.

Luo Fan didn't mince words and asked in a deep voice, "Then, you should have seen, besides the military, a group of armed men wearing black combat uniforms and red-eyed gas masks, right?"

"Yes, of course I've seen them. They're a bunch of rats even more insidious than the military. You never know where they'll come from. Many of my colleagues have fallen victim to them."

"So, you've seen...?" Luo Fan asked, in a deterrent manner: "Have they ever engaged in combat with the military?"

"Of course, almost everyone in the quarantine zone has seen it. Most of the gunshots here are caused by those two groups. No one knows what the relationship is between them. They fight whenever they meet, even at night. They are not afraid of attracting the Night Demon at all."

The two men at the table exchanged a glance; they had obtained their first useful piece of information...

It is certain that the military and Umbrella are in a state of absolute opposition, and they will fight as soon as they meet. Previously, 45 had doubts about the possibility of cooperation between the two sides, but now it seems that this can be ruled out.

However, given that Umbrella is still thriving, the military probably doesn't know the USS's true identity and only sees them as an unknown enemy. This is actually a good thing, because when the propaganda war against Umbrella reaches its climax, they can unite the military as the primary witnesses to accuse Umbrella of its crimes.

P.S.: Okay, I'll never do anything like guarantor services during my senior year of high school again. You never know when something might go wrong...

Plan 571 has changed.

"Next, the military's deployment in the city. If that's not possible, you don't need to go into too much detail; just tell me what you already know."

“The known…” After a moment of thought, Anderson frowned for some reason: “There should be more than six known bases where military personnel are frequently seen coming and going. However, this does not mean that the military can run rampant in the quarantine zone. Firstly, as the city center, there are far too many zombies, as well as monsters like the Night Demon. Unless a special military operation is carried out, they may not be able to walk out of the zombie horde unscathed. Moreover, as long as you do not interfere with them, the military will not cause trouble most of the time, after all, they have a lot of messes to deal with themselves.”

Anderson drank a glass of water, finished speaking, and waited for the two people in front of him to sort out the information.

45 leaned close to Luo Fan's ear and whispered, "It's pretty much what you guessed before."

"Ah."

The military strength of the White Eagle is evident to all, but its operations in the quarantine zone have not been smooth. This is largely due to considerations of social and international impact. They must do their best to resolve this health and safety issue that occurred on their homeland. Otherwise, if the world finds out that the White Eagle is going to such great lengths to deal with domestic security issues, what a terrible impact this would have on their international image.

If strategic weapons are to be used on its own soil, conspiracy theories will emerge, and the international image of the White Eagle will be severely damaged.

Compared to Luo Fan, they have just as many headaches to deal with...

It's actually a good thing that the military is hesitant to act rashly, as this will benefit their future actions. After all, their greatest strength lies in recklessly charging into situations that others are worried about.

"Okay, next one, have you ever seen zombies attack those people dressed in black?"

"Yes, of course. Anything that can fire a gun is living meat, and zombies definitely like that."

Not bad. It seems Umbrella is still conducting experiments. Controlling zombies is probably not realistic yet. After all, even Mrs. Grey is still researching. How fast can they be?

45 After organizing the existing intelligence, he asked again in a deep voice, "Okay, Mr. Anderson, one last question: what is the exact location of the city center hospital, and what is the situation around and inside?"

Anderson was briefly surprised by these words, then smiled and waved his hand: "I have the map, you can follow the map. As for the situation, I can only say that the military knows nothing, let alone us."

The smile was mocking someone, but it made the onlookers uncomfortable: "If you want to go in, I advise you to give up the idea as soon as possible. There are very few zombies in that area. Instead, there are a group of monsters that you have never seen before. The only ones you can tell are several Night Demon lairs and that guy who likes to roam around. I believe you have heard of him to some extent."

After saying that, Anderson took two photos out of the drawer and placed them on the table. The two men stared at them intently and were shocked to find that these were the guys who had attacked them that night.

"Our people found it in an abandoned military camp. We've run into it a few times and know that this thing moves quickly with its tentacles like Spider-Man, and it's incredibly strong. Even though it's not as tall as you, it can easily tear you apart or send you flying 20 meters with its bare hands."

Anderson acted like an old storyteller, gesticulating wildly and vividly, almost as if he were about to capture the monster and show it to the two of them.

However, Luo Fan and the girls had already encountered it once. Judging from the fact that the little princess was directly knocked away and the ultraviolet rays that interfered with them, Luo Fan could roughly guess how troublesome this thing was.

However, this is a good opportunity to learn more about that monster...

“Really? We did bump into each other once,” Luo Fan leaned closer to the desk, looking quite interested. “What else do you know?”

"You guys are pretty strong, managing to escape unscathed. As for the more detailed information, I don't know much, but like the Night Demon, you're nocturnal and afraid of ultraviolet rays. However, there is one thing: you can withstand ultraviolet radiation better than the Night Demon. But if you are exposed to direct radiation for a certain period of time, your mobility will be greatly limited. Then there's that roar that echoes throughout the city. You use this method to lock onto your prey. If you hear the roar getting clearer and clearer, then pray that your target is some unlucky guy near you."

...It seems to be similar to the information they have, but that's normal. After all, they were somewhat powerless against this thing, let alone the locals. They would probably be routed the moment they were attacked.

However, the fact that exposure to ultraviolet radiation for a period of time will limit its mobility and vocalization capabilities is new information and worth noting down.

Then there was nothing more to ask. Luo Fan stood up and extended his hand to Anderson.

"Okay, thanks for your cooperation, Anderson. Your intelligence is quite useful. We'll be staying here for a while, and we have our own food. As payment, we can run a couple of errands for you in our spare time."

Anderson was slightly surprised by Lofan's sincere attitude, but he still shook hands with him immediately.

"Then it's great to cooperate. We'll also prepare some of our own little gadgets and send them over to you later."

"Understood. Just hand it over to anyone in the room."

......

On the way back, Luo Fan's eyes brightened considerably, but 45, who was traveling with him, did not understand his intentions after shaking hands.

She looked around, and after confirming it was safe, whispered, "Has the plan changed?"

"More or less," Luo Fan nodded. "The main thing is that I have a plan. The current situation doesn't allow us to act swiftly. We can only figure out the military's objectives and Umbrella's weaknesses step by step, and also make contact with the locals to use their advantages to counter them. After all, their minds are easy to control, which will also benefit our long-term operations in the future."

Rushing things will only alert the enemy. We need to use the locals as our informants. They know better than Lofan and the girls how to hide themselves. After all, Anderson and Kolensky are separated by a bridge and live in two different parts of the city, so they know each other. Lofan absolutely doesn't believe they don't have their own intelligence network.

45 raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity: "You want to exploit the locals' blind hostility towards the military?"

"It's not about exploitation, it's just that it's exactly what they would want to do to the military, and ultimately we are the ones who benefit."

If the locals' accusations against the military are true, it would be extremely important leverage. However, Lovan is more inclined to believe that the facts are different; what the public sees is only what certain people want them to see...

572 Bad News

On the way back, they happened to run into M4 and AR15, who were patrolling the corridor. Perhaps out of curiosity about the disappearance of Lofan and 45, they seemed a little nervous.

"Where have you been?"

M4 quickly came closer. Her bangs were slightly deformed from being squeezed while sleeping. Luo Fan took the opportunity to flick her forehead: "I went to talk to Anderson. We'll discuss the details when we get back."

The poor little princess was slightly taken aback. When her gaze met that of 45, who was standing behind Luo Fan, the other person simply shrugged, looking completely bewildered.

No problem, the two put away their weapons and quickly followed.

Back in their rooms, most of the girls had woken up and were doing their own things. Taking advantage of a lull in the activity, Luo Fan briefly recounted the conversation and plans. Aside from some ship girls expressing dissatisfaction with cooperating with the locals, there were no other issues. However, the two commanders in the team still had something to discuss…