Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Think about it, what kind of impact would it have on society if these people died?"

......!

The crowd suddenly looked up. They hadn't considered this line of thinking at all. Did they really want to go with the flow and continue the killing?

"Teacher, forgive my bluntness, but if these people die, it might backfire. In the midst of the Resident Evil crisis, the deaths of a few reputable professionals might incite strong public protests. Relying on public opinion to create social unrest will not help advance our plans."

Mrs. Grey shook her head. Despite the difference in their status, she couldn't convince her to support the plan based on the current evidence.

Morido suddenly sneered and placed her hand on the table: "No, no, no, what I mean is, if we become one of them and then let them die, it might indeed cause social unrest, but what do you think will happen to us?"

Uh!

Damn it, they definitely didn't consider that step; their thinking from the beginning wasn't aimed at causing further chaos...

If we do that, it is indeed feasible, but...

"You mean, we kill these good people, then sell higher-quality drugs at lower prices in a short period of time to 'become' one of them, and then gain public support?"

Natiya guessed the essence of the plan and told her directly.

Morido nodded slightly and continued, "That's right. Moreover, we need to spread rumors, linking all the pharmaceutical companies related to Umbrella with conspiracy theories and their deaths. With just a little push, boom~ naturally, someone will take our place to fire the next shot..."

OMG......

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With their methods and technology, achieving their goal would be a piece of cake. The problem is, if the commander finds out, will he allow such methods to be used? Will such a lack of principles displease him?

The strategy is now clear: kill off clean criminals and then frame all pharmaceutical companies associated with Umbrella. These companies can arbitrarily lower prices because they don't care about profits or costs, but their competitors can't; they also need to make money. If they refuse to compromise for profit and choose to maintain the original price—even a normal market price in line with objective market principles—the public will perceive them as heartless, profiting from human suffering during a biohazard crisis. This could even escalate into conspiracy theories, suggesting they hired killers to eliminate these innocent people for profit. Continuing in this way will naturally incite public outrage...

After they lower their prices, the public will support them, be grateful to them, and criticize their competitors who are unable to lower their prices due to profit concerns or the brink of bankruptcy, thus slowly bringing them down.

This will happen simultaneously. The precipitous price drop of their high-quality drugs will inevitably disrupt the existing market order. If not properly regulated, it may even trigger a new round of economic crisis.

But they are perfectly at ease because the people are always on their side, and they will never lack money; only their peers will suffer.

It must be said that this is a very clever method, but it is also completely unscrupulous, manipulating public opinion and harming the interests of the majority of people, just like those politicians.

"Are you sure you want to do this...?"

Grey hesitated for once when it came to taking action, after all, there were still differences between her and Morido in terms of nature.

But Moriarty had no such limitations; for her, only the result mattered, and the process was only something to savor in retrospect.

“Of course,” Morido turned her gaze to Gray, raising an eyebrow slightly. “What, Gray, haven’t your days in Paradis erased your attachment to humanity?”

"No... I can't explain it clearly either, but at least for now, I don't think it's a good approach."

The atmosphere became tense as the company's two top decision-makers disagreed. Mercury Rose and her team were merely executors and rarely interfered in the decision-making process unless absolutely necessary.

After a moment of silence, Morido clicked her tongue and walked back behind Mrs. Grey's office chair: "Grey, what is your definition of 'good'? Is it achieving the goal through the most efficient means, or achieving the goal while also considering other things... such as your own bottom line? Which approach do you think is better?"

"...If it were earlier, I might have chosen the former without hesitation, but now, the answer may have to change. At least as far as the commander is concerned, he probably doesn't want any accidents to happen during the plan. This can also be considered as my concern during the execution process."

Months have passed, and life here has changed Gray to some extent. At least it is no longer possible for her to achieve any goal at any cost. Even she would definitely weigh the possible casualties in the process, whether it is the company, Griffin, or Ironblood Works. Those androids who were once enemies but are now colleagues, it would be a lie to say that her relationship with them is still that of comrades who are bound together by necessity.

Morido then followed up on her line of reasoning: "That makes sense. It's not us who pay the price, but those insignificant bystanders. What difference does it make to us whether they're here or not?"

“I agree,” Natia raised her hand. “Based on the intelligence you provided, I think that commander probably doesn’t care much about people who are not related to us. If that’s the case, then I might get along quite well with him.”

She crossed her legs, completely out of place with the dignified posture of the rest of the Nietos. It's unclear who secretly manipulated things to turn her into this state, given that she was given such an elegant name.

After a moment's thought and considering the stakes, Gray finally compromised: "Alright then... let's do it this way. Natia, you take a portion of Nieto and complete this within two days. Ti, you can manage on your own, right?"

"I can leave right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ti casually pushed open the French windows behind her and lay down straight down on the windowsill.

Except for her last, fluttering white hair, everything that belonged to her had vanished without a trace...

Everyone knew that this height posed no threat to Ti; she could land smoothly in her own way. Now, all they had to do was think about what to do next.

After Ti left, Morido tapped the whiteboard: "Natia, if possible, it would be best to leave your mark on the surveillance footage to draw attention to you. At the same time, try to make it clear that you're here for these people."

"Okay, okay, we can't snipe them now. We'll just walk in openly, point our guns at their heads, and coolly say, 'You're blocking our path to wealth, aren't you?'"

Wearing only hot pants, Natiya's smooth legs stood out in the pale conference room. Compared to her colleagues, her words and actions were simply too incomprehensible.

"Do as you please, just complete the task. Once the news gets out, we will immediately contact Cyber ​​Media to spread public opinion. At that time, all drug production and sales companies except us will be held accountable."

"Let's go then. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get some rest. I'd like to go out for a while with Rhein-Ensher..."

After Natia gestured to everyone, she left the conference room with a black-and-white-haired Nito. The two led several Nito to a storage room with a secret door in the company, where Nito's weapons and storage tools for combat were stored.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle. I've only been here for three days and I've already been called to work. I just want to sit quietly in the office and enjoy the warmth."

There were still some complaints about the errand-running tasks, after all, who doesn't want to slack off? Even Nieto was no exception.

Beside her, Nieto, known as "Rhine-Enshe," chuckled twice and quickly followed.

"Sister, relax a bit. After all, we'll be wandering around the city looking for our target. Once we're done, we can immediately go out into the human world. Doesn't that sound good? It's our first time venturing out into the world."

"...You really are carefree."

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In stark contrast to her sister's demeanor, Rhine-enshe appears remarkably calm and approachable, unlike Natia who is often frowning, icy, and unapproachable. She seems to be able to smile at anyone, and even when facing a target she is about to kill, she seems to be able to calmly send them away from the place.

Their clothing styles also differed. Natia, the older sister, was not at all associated with composure. Wearing hot pants and a black trench coat, with extremely unkempt and messy long hair and black and white canvas shoes, she resembled a cynical young person more than the Nieto we knew. On the other hand, Rhine-enshe, dressed in a black evening gown, was more in line with the original Nieto's religious image. Her black and white long hair was a perfect embellishment, carefully styled and arranged in a neat and orderly manner, making her look like a work of art displayed in a showcase, her very existence shining brightly.

Unlike the Nemokin sisters, this is a pair that are very different in every way, but there is no doubt that their feelings are no different from those of biological sisters. Thanks to Mrs. Grey's arrival here and her joint research with Pascal, their AI is able to be as close to human emotions and expressions as other androids.

Or rather, their behavior was almost indistinguishable from that of humans; they even learned how to slack off...

The Nito members entered the storage room and began selecting their weapons. The Nito following Natia and her companion were different from the regular Black and White Nito. They were an independent branch outside the regular Nito, an execution squad named "Martyrs." Their missions mostly involved resolving problems that the company couldn't openly handle. They excelled in teamwork, assassination, and close-quarters combat. Currently, the squad was led by Natia and Rhine Enshe. Ti, who was originally planned to join the Martyrs, was ultimately separated from all branches due to her unconventional fighting style. As one of the high-ranking Nito, she directly obeyed Gray's orders.

Perhaps it is precisely because they are the newly formed Nieto squad that their clothing style is closer to modern, with Rhinenshe being the only exception; perhaps her existence itself has some special meaning...

"I mean, there's not much to choose from, it's just the same few options over and over again. Is our technology really that outdated?"

Natia kicked open the display case, and the weapons on display were somewhat disappointing to her. They were basically modern weapons with silencers. Because Heneto's weapons were too big and inconvenient to carry, they were not among the weapons issued to the martyrs.

Rhine-Enshet took a carbine with black and white tree branch patterns off the wall and examined it very quickly: "Just pick two at random, they don't seem to make much difference in use... Here, sister."

Natiya glanced at her sister, then took the gun and said irritably, "Tsk, forget it, everyone, let's hurry up. After we're done, we'll go for a walk outside and have a good meal."

"Hey hey, I'm here!"

One of the martyrs responded...

......

Who exactly was involved in the design of the martyrs and taught them these things?

......

Having obtained target information from within the company in advance, the martyrs arrived at the first target point in a very short time.

As for information about the target... they didn't know or need to know the details of the company. All they needed to know was that the target was an elderly woman around fifty years old who had little ability to resist and could be easily dealt with.

After entering the company, everyone went straight to the front desk. Rhine Enshe took out the fake identity documents they had prepared in advance from their pockets and showed them to the front desk staff.

"Hello, we are communication staff from the administrative department of Umbrella's subsidiary on Wall Street. We are here to discuss our upcoming cooperation with your company. This is my business card."

The receptionist took the business card, carefully checked the name and other identification information on it, and then personally led them into the elevator.

“Alright, Mrs. Muker is currently reviewing documents in her private office. I’ll take you there.”

Things went more smoothly than expected. It seems that the fake identities created by Mercury Rose and the others are much more real than imagined. However, most people probably won't doubt the name Umbrella.

It was during working hours, and not many employees entering the elevator noticed their presence. When the elevator reached the top floor, the receptionist gestured and said, "Mrs. Muker's office is just to the left up ahead. I won't disturb you any longer."

"Well, thank you."

Rhine nodded slightly in thanks, but Natia looked on with disdain.

She stretched her neck a couple of times and said with a troubled expression, "He's really incompetent. He's reluctant to even get out of the elevator. If something happens, he'll be the first one to be held accountable."

"Who cares, boss? Let's get out of here. She's just an old woman. Shoot and run."

"Tsk, here it comes."

The other martyrs, however, appeared to be more proactive than Natia; it seems that, in the design, they were more enthusiastic about life than the two leaders.

Especially the idea of ​​going out for a nice meal after completing the mission...

The group deliberately passed under each surveillance camera, then opened their briefcases, took out silenced pistols and hid them behind their backs, heading straight for the office.

Without knocking, Rhein-Ensch opened the office door and led his teammates inside.

They actually planned to just shoot and be done with it, but they wanted to make it look more convincing, so it would be even better if the surveillance camera could record the conversation.

Upon entering the office, as the receptionist had said, Mrs. Muker was indeed sitting behind her desk reviewing documents. She seemed to have noticed the commotion and looked up, smiling at the uninvited guests.

"Hello everyone, I am aware of your intentions for cooperation in advance. I think we can have a very pleasant collaboration. However, please knock on the door next time you come here so that I can greet you."

Her behavior was very commercial, but based on her deeds, she seemed to have done a lot of fundraising for slums and orphanages, as well as free medical checkups. Although she was a businesswoman, she could still be treated as a kind old woman.

Unfortunately, she encountered a group of people who had absolutely no moral compass...

Rhine-Enshet bowed slightly and smiled, "Hello, Mrs. Muker, on behalf of..."

"Alright, I'll just say it straight, old man. Umbrella lost more than two percentage points because of your 'good deeds,' and now we're here to take your life."

Natiya interrupted her sister's performance abruptly and pulled out a pistol...

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Perhaps surprised by the sudden gunshot and malice, the elderly woman did not panic. On the contrary, she remained calm and unmoved.

"Umbrella...? They hired you to kill me?"

"Yes, your very existence has blocked many people's way of making money. They have a problem with you, so we came here. It's only right to do things for money."

Just as Natia was about to pull the trigger, her younger sister climbed onto her shoulder and shook her head inwardly.

...Tsk.

She slowly lowered the gun and said coldly, "Any last words or arrangements for your funeral?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Muker put down her pen and walked toward the nearby bookshelf.

The old woman picked up an unidentified book and casually asked, "Am I destined to die today?"

“Yes,” Natiya said, sounding somewhat annoyed, “just say what you want to say.”

......

"How about we have a chat?"

......

Rhine-Enshe stepped forward slowly, gave Natia a look, and as the older sister, how could she not understand her younger sister's meaning? She then led the other martyrs to put away their guns and walk towards the outside of the office.

At this point, only an old woman and a young girl dressed in dignified and elegant clothes remained in the entire space.

Rheinsch leaned slightly forward and smiled, "Let me speak with you alone. What would you like to say?"

“It’s nothing,” Mrs. Mukel replied with a smile. “But was it really because my actions blocked Umbrella’s path to wealth that I was killed?”

"Yes, a chain of interests imprisons some people while allowing others to enjoy the sense of superiority of controlling it. Since you have caused a loosening of one link, we are here to fix it and guard against potential dangers."

Rhine-enshe remained polite throughout, which cannot be entirely attributed to the perverse tastes of the higher Nieto; at least she did not display excessive aggression towards her target.

But she genuinely had some questions, and perhaps the old woman could answer them if she could...

"I was merely bringing some warmth to those who were imprisoned. I didn't touch the interests of those oligarchs, did I? Or are they so greedy that they won't even give away a single cold medicine?"

Perhaps knowing she was about to die, Mrs. Muker's words became sharp, but none of this could stir any emotion in the young girl before her.

Rhine-Enshe continued, "It's the same thing. We both received favors from others. It's just that we happen to be on the opposite side of interests. And among all the possible threats, you have become an indispensable part. Therefore, we hope to eliminate you and return everything to its original state."

"Child, do you think I'm just a businessman?"

"Perhaps not. I can sense that you are quite approachable. At least in your dying moments, you did not show me any malice and accepted the fact with equanimity. Of course, I will also give you considerable respect."

She was so calm that it didn't seem like she was announcing her death, but rather like she was having a heart-to-heart talk with an old friend, with no sense of urgency or impatience in her demeanor.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Muker laughed: "Then perhaps I should thank you, child, for giving this old woman over fifty her last dignified moments."

Rheinsch was also curious about this. Why was she able to appear so calm before her death? One could even say that she had long accepted this reality? Did she not feel any fear at all? Was she not human? Shouldn't the fear of death be deeply ingrained in her mind?

Therefore, she remained silent, holding her questions, and waited for the other person to continue.

“Child, I am curious. You look so young. Why did they choose you as their henchman? And why do you agree with their ideology and plunder everything that belongs to people for their own benefit?”

She looked up from the book, gazing at the girl before her, her faint smile unchanged. Compared to Rhein-Ensche, she appeared much more natural.