Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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She said unhappily, "What could I do? There was a firefight in the war zone, and the local bullies' cars had to circle around several times to get me in safely."

After saying that, he put the coffee in his mouth.

"Then why didn't you just barge in? With that level of firefight, I think with your strength, you should be able to easily cross the war zone and reach Nadabern, right?"

"Forget it. If I were to get serious, not to mention the resulting surge in CSE (environmental erosion concentration), with such a commotion, I probably wouldn't be able to walk into this room quietly. I reckon the GIA will start sealing off the entire Nada Belin soon... But you, Ether, how come you got here so quickly?"

The other person smiled and sat down next to her.

"The influence of the Academy on Gronia is already deeply entrenched. I only need to lift a finger to walk out of the military-controlled area without any trouble."

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"Then why didn't you take me with you?" Rosalia said, slightly annoyed.

"You didn't even ask."

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“Is this ESPR…” Rosalia collapsed again, landing right on Ethel’s dress.

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Of course, the Eckhart Institution is one of the largest conglomerates in the White Eagles and the largest shareholder of Umbrella.

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2 Gloria

Gronia-Porema

rebel-occupied areas

"Attention all personnel, food distribution will begin at station number 3 in 30 minutes."

"When moving to the distribution point, be sure to carry your pass and relevant documents. To reiterate..."

Inside a truck, a burly man slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

"Damn it, we don't even have enough to eat for ourselves, what's with this sudden distribution of food to everyone?! Sigh... the captain's biggest flaw is that he's too soft-hearted!"

It hit the center of the steering wheel right away, and the horn suddenly blared, scaring away a stray dog ​​that was gnawing on garbage by the roadside.

There were hardly any residents to be seen along the way. The streets were so deserted that even rats dared to roam around the overturned garbage cans. This was the norm in Gronia.

They are members of the rebels and are now on their way to a food rationing point.

The thin man in the passenger seat handed over a green bottle: "Isn't this a good thing? If the captain were like the hardliners, we'd be in for a tough time... Also, use this to gag you, you're disturbing my sleep."

"Huh? This is wine? Such a precious item, where did you get it?"

The other person's eyes lit up, and they snatched the bottle away.

It seemed that the wine gave the man in the passenger seat confidence, but due to his weak body, he was powerless and could only laugh dryly: "My nephew is assigned to the department. The officers in the logistics department have no shortage of wine and women. They won't notice if I steal a bottle."

Fortunately, all the car windows were closed. If someone had noticed that they were holding a bottle of liquor, whether it contained alcohol or not, they would most likely have been secretly reported and stopped at the checkpoint ahead for a thorough interrogation.

"Tsk... We're charging into battle on the front lines, while those officials are drinking and womanizing in the back?!"

He had just raised his glass, and before the clear yellow liquid even entered his mouth, a nameless anger surged into his heart.

It was clear that he was genuinely angry. After all, people like them, who spent years in war zones, had never understood the difference between subtlety and concealment.

"Hehe, you're right. I think if we have the chance, we should just surrender to the government army?"

"Would the security bureau let us off the hook? They'll definitely interrogate us severely, and then... damn it, they've spilled all the liquor!"

Just as he was about to close his eyes, the man in the passenger seat was once again awakened by the constant clattering sounds.

"Damn it..." He finally started to get annoyed: "Why did you suddenly brake?! Do you get drunk just by smelling alcohol?!"

But the other person simply handed him the gun: "Stop talking nonsense, take this weapon, didn't you see there's a woman up ahead?!"

"What woman?"

He followed his teammate's gaze and indeed saw a casually dressed, dashing woman on the road, and a black motorcycle sitting beneath her.

The two parked the car and then ran quickly over with their guns in hand.

"Hey, hands up, turn around! You've been suspiciously looking around like that just now. Could you be a government spy?! If you move again, I'll shoot!"

The wine I finally managed to get was spilled, and I had nowhere to vent my anger. Now it's a good opportunity to let off some steam...

He roared and pointed the gun at the woman in front of him.

"What government army?" the woman asked doubtfully. "I'm not... You've come at the right time. I haven't been here for so long. I didn't expect it to be all ruins. Now I can't find my way."

"Can't find the way?" Now it was the rebel member's turn to be puzzled.

The woman whistled and waved at him: "I have the pass the captain gave me in my jacket pocket. You can just take it out and look at it."

"Just...take it out directly? Or..."

He nudged his teammate in the waist with his elbow and asked tentatively, but the other man gave him a fierce look in return.

"Are you crazy?! What if she has a grenade in her pocket?!"

The prolonged war has caused everyone to suffer from PTSD to varying degrees, and they are no exception. Even seemingly unarmed women have to be treated with caution, as this is one of the government's tactics.

But the woman replied again, "It doesn't matter if you doubt me, but I'm more worried about you. After all... the captain asked me to come and chat and drink with him tonight."

"chat?"

"That's right, after all, it's always a bit lonely for a man to spend the long nights alone in this season."

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The burly rebels began to hesitate, after all: "What should we do? She does look quite attractive, it must be true, right?"

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The gaunt rebel soldier raised his gun and approached, snarling, "Show us your pass, we need to check with our superiors!"

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"So, what did they say?"

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, spitting on the ground. "The captain seems really anxious, telling us to shut up and let us through."

"Really, I knew it!"

Another rebel stomped his foot, gloating over his earlier guess while mocking his comrade's suspiciousness.

Then he pointed to the road on the right: "Captain Zack is in the government office. Just follow this road, go through the clock tower, and turn right and you'll see him."

"Thanks, that way I won't be late."

The woman nodded slightly, then gave the two a graceful farewell.

But just as she was about to turn on the accelerator and start moving, the two called her back again.

"Wait a minute, hey! Something's still suspicious, we can't just let them through like this!"

His teammate panicked and quickly pressed his hand down: "What nonsense are you talking about? The military has confirmed it themselves!"

"Shh..." the burly man said in a deep voice, "Quiet down and listen to me..."

"Someone as insignificant as us, how would we possibly have the chance to encounter that kind of woman? We're on patrol, isn't our job to check for suspicious individuals? We can just use the excuse of needing to search them!"

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The other person nodded, seemingly understanding, "That makes sense..."

He then shouted at the woman, "Hey, come with me to that alley over there!"

A conspiracy is brewing, and for Gronia, it's yet another obvious act of robbery.

The woman frowned: "Why? Didn't we already verify their identities?"

"Checking for people is our patrol team's job. Enough talk, come here when we tell you to!"

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"Hmm...hehe..." The woman chuckled twice, then pointed to his pants: "You guys don't need to put on this act. It must be hard to find a girlfriend when you're in a different place, right?"

Upon seeing this, the gaunt rebels immediately became excited, and even stopped pointing their guns at the woman they had just identified as a suspect.

"Oh~ Hahaha, what's so special about you? You seem to know a lot~"

The rebel soldier who had advised him immediately rushed up and grabbed his shoulder: "See! What did I tell you? You got the better deal!"

Then they all yelled, "Then why aren't you coming over here right now?! I've been stuck with a bunch of stinky old men for the past three months, I'm about to die of boredom!"

The woman smiled, then raised her hand: "Don't worry, I'm all ready~"

But in the end, what was pointed at the two rebels was a dark gun muzzle. In the dimly lit street, even with the clouds still hanging in the sky, the illusion of fear seemed to make them feel that cold glint...

"How...how do you have a gun?!"

The other party was so shocked that they even forgot to instinctively raise their weapon.

"Well, this is a special item that can be hidden in your sleeve." The woman smiled, then winked at the two of them. "Your military discipline and training are terrible. You should at least search them before you have any evil thoughts, right?"

Sizzle, sizzle...

The two fell to the ground, but even so, this was nothing out of the ordinary in Gloria.

After all, so many people collapse on the streets every day, and most people don't really care whether they're drunk or shot.

Just everyday life...

3. Christina Brecht

After the gunshot, as if turning the page of a book, the frivolous smile vanished from the woman's face, leaving only endless disgust and resistance.

Neither her mind nor reality would allow her to stay there for even a second longer. She concealed the miniature gun in her clothes, hopped on her motorcycle, and prepared to head towards the road the other person had indicated to her.

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Not long after, a voice came through the walkie-talkie, always just right.

"What was that gunshot just now? Did you kill the rebels?"

"Yes, because I was worried that if I delayed any longer I would be late."

The woman, expressionless, sped along the deserted road on her motorcycle. Despite being in rebel-occupied territory, it was like an empty field for her. The only thing affecting her efficiency was the speed of the motorcycle.

The voice on the walkie-talkie spoke again: "You should know that your current location is a key area in the rebel-occupied territory, right?"

"I know, that's why the minister asked me to play the role of a femme fatale?"

"What else can we do? This is the only way to get close to the target without making a sound."

She could clearly sense the weariness in the other person's words, but she just shrugged it off, since she scoffed at both sides.

The wind whipped her coat up, just as it had when she was weaving through bullets.

“I understand how you feel,” the voice on the walkie-talkie came through again, causing her to slow down the accelerator.

"But what if we alert the enemy like last time, causing the mission to fail..."

"Would I or the minister be executed immediately?"

The woman spoke in an extremely relaxed tone.

"...Thank you for your concern," the other party replied.

After saying that, she turned the accelerator to the floor, took out a piece of chewing gum from her pocket, and put it in her mouth.

Her goal was within reach; she needed to finish quickly and get back...

"Don't worry, I will bring the target safely to the Security Bureau."

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Rhea Schneider, Level 1 Agent of the Glonia Security Service

Code name: Undead

Rebel leader Zach kidnapping mission in progress

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