Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Why did the firefight happen at this exact moment? Could it be related to Mrs. Grey's side?"

Mrs. Grey has already reported that the deal has fallen through, a conflict has occurred, and the other side will certainly not be able to leave here alive. It just so happens that a firefight broke out at this time, and it is impossible to determine whether the two sides are connected.

As they fled, the architect waved his hand and said, "Hey, I told you not to think too much about it. We won't be the ones having headaches about what happens next."

The shootout in the city might be related to them, but no matter who has the headache, it's not their turn. From starting the trouble to running away, they handled every step perfectly, leaving no evidence behind. Just finding the perpetrator is enough to give the police a headache, and their motives are even more impossible to investigate, since their motives are always completely different from those of normal perpetrators.

New York tonight is also a dazzling and bustling city.

......

Everyone returned home via the back alley and immediately closed the shop. It was bustling outside now, and entertaining customers at this time was not a good option; everyone was busy going home.

"Sigh, really. They could have made money on both sides, but they had to resort to underhanded tactics. Now look what happened, the negotiations have fallen apart."

The executioner casually pulled a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, didn't even look at the brand, and just pulled off the cap and started drinking.

"hehe......"

What followed was the alchemist's cold laugh.

"They probably didn't expect to run into such a tough opponent today. Tonight will teach them a lesson, make an example of them, and establish prestige for Gray's new pharmaceutical company."

Their demand for distribution was for legitimate drugs through legitimate channels. Since the distribution deal didn't go through tonight, Mrs. Gray would naturally continue through other means. With Gray Biotechnology Co., Ltd. officially appearing before the public, they could naturally guess the connection between this company and that night.

If these are traders without any means of resistance, then the other party can naturally make a fortune by researching the pharmaceutical technology of new drugs and developing or reselling the pharmaceutical methods themselves. All the pharmaceutical companies under their control can also benefit from the new drugs. After all, drugs that are not distributed through legitimate channels cannot obtain intellectual property protection. If they then manipulate the drug regulatory authorities behind closed doors, the trading parties will naturally lose everything and have nowhere to seek justice.

But the girls are different. Their approach is clearly the type that if they can't do it, they shouldn't do it. They thought they could part amicably, but the other party tried to take it by force, so they can't be blamed.

No surveillance cameras, no tainted witnesses; everything vanished into the night and the dark red hues flowing through the back alley...

The cops would stand beside the body, sifting through it back and forth, reviewing surveillance footage repeatedly, checking for malfunctions, extracting fingerprints, shoe prints, bloodstains, questioning witnesses, speculating on motives, and drawing a sketch of the perpetrator. They would sit in their office chairs, overwhelmed with work. The perpetrator's family would also try to contact all the parties involved, but none of them returned to their families alive.

Meanwhile, they were sitting in a cozy little bar, drinking and mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

Arrogance can lead to misjudging the strength of a target, that's absolutely true. But all judgments must be based on existing intelligence, and the most important piece of intelligence relevant to the girls is that there is none...

“They have prepared all the excuses, and in the end they will distance themselves from us completely, but to them, even who 'we' are is meaningless.”

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“Sir, the deceased had multiple bullet holes in his body, no fingerprints were left at the scene, all the surveillance footage has been replaced, and most of the witnesses fled the scene in panic. Let alone finding evidence through surveillance, we can’t even find witnesses through evidence.”

"They can't even find vehicle information by license plate number?!"

"...No, all relevant information has been erased."

......

The typewriter was typing away, and the typer's face was grim, like the New York sky tonight, shrouded in dark clouds, gloomy and dim.

The death toll rose again, conflicts continued, and bad news kept coming. Some people had the ability to stand up to them, but it was uncertain whether these "people" were protected by the other side's family or whether they had threatened someone's interests.

...No intelligence

......

The evidence has been perfectly buried, and a mocking smile is slowly creeping up his face.

Another burgeoning crime unfolds in the New York night, another cruel and magnificent symphony.

"See that, Nekitia? I told you he was very capable."

“I can’t see it, but I can hear it…a wonderful waltz.”

Some people are happy about it, some are distressed about it, some are terrified about it, and some are indifferent to it.

The first step into darkness has been taken, and countless evils are slowly emerging. Sometimes, civilized people may even think that violence is a more effective means of combating violence.

The difference is that it has changed from the most obvious form of death to a slow death, which involves the deprivation of rights, property, and reason.

Everyone in this group is wearing a different mask and telling lies, but their motives are all the same.

Once you cross this swamp, who can guarantee that their brand-new, expensive leather shoes won't get dirty?

Dawn arrived as expected, but it could not tear through the dark clouds. The light was so weak and powerless, like an old man on his deathbed, unable to even entrust the unfinished business of his life to someone else.

Black ink drips onto the parchment; a peaceful death has long become a luxury.

"You agree, don't you?"

419 After the show ended

Needless to say, a firefight in the city center is a major event that will make headlines the next day. There's no way they'd suppress it unless they wanted to be blocked at their office door by hundreds of people the next day.

But before that, they can do something small to steer public opinion in a direction unrelated to them...

MDR operates Cyber ​​Media through its existing influence and uses this influence to spread the so-called "truth about events." Although what the public sees may not be true, what MDR spreads is always the result they expect and that is relatively reasonable.

There are photos provided by the members of the Rebellious Squad who were on site. We start with one picture, and the rest of the story is made up.

While typing, MDR would occasionally glance at the monitors around her. The surveillance footage of the scene was still displayed above. The police had arrived and taken over the scene, but as they expected, there was nothing to investigate. The evidence was severely lacking. It was a pity that they left in such a hurry, otherwise they could have tried to fabricate some false evidence and steer public opinion in the other direction.

MDR was too lazy to walk those few steps, so he simply made a phone call to UMP45, who was located in the bar on the first floor.

"Hey, 45, what are the others saying now?"

"What else can I say? We'll probably have to keep a low profile for a while. I estimate a new round of crackdowns is about to begin. Drugs and such should still be put on the market through the proper channels to avoid any unforeseen complications."

45 took the red wine poured by 416 and drank it with resentment.

They anticipated the possibility of a last-minute defection, but they never expected the other party to be so short-sighted, unilaterally tearing up their cooperative relationship for short-term profits.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If their methods succeed, they will be the only ones who will benefit. In the end, the only ones who will lose everything are the poor people who asked them for help.

There's no way around it; the United States is a country that is highly dependent on drugs. From daily life to social gatherings, and even to prevent the embarrassment of uncontrollable flatulence, the United States has drugs to deal with such situations. Most people also have a clear history of drug use, which is unrelated to addiction.

Gaining a certain degree of dominance in the pharmaceutical industry can provide opportunities to enter high society and even control the economic lifeline...

"Mrs. Gray will be ramping up her research efforts soon to ensure the supply of new drugs to the market as quickly as possible. As for us, we'll go check on the situation at that 'fisherman's' house soon."

Upon hearing this, MDR couldn't help but laugh.

"What, 45, did you find that guy's exact address?"

"Of course, after we left, someone tried to take control of the surveillance. I reverse-engineered and filtered through everything. Apart from a few police stations, the remaining small house should be the exact location of that fisherman."

"Not bad, when do we take him out?"

MDR patted the armrest excitedly.

The girl downstairs, who was drinking, shook her head and smiled, "No need to rush. If possible, it's better to keep him around. We can control the market in his name, treat him as our puppet, and ensure that he gets his own benefits. It may seem like a win-win situation to him, but for us, it's a one-sided victory."

After all, money wasn't their goal; they just wanted to make sure they got their share. Otherwise, splitting it 100/100 would be too weird...

"Okay, you guys decide. If things don't go your way or if you need to promote it, just let me know."

"Be careful, the wind is strong and you might twist your neck."

This is a reminder; they understand the saying "the bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow against it."

but......

"I'm in this line of work to attract attention, right? Do whatever you want. If anyone can drive me, I'll admit defeat."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Go play your game. Goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight."

45. He put down his phone and started using the laptop in front of him again, repeatedly retrieving the surveillance footage from the time of the incident.

"how is it now?"

NTW approached 45 with a glass of juice, her gaze wandering between the dim lights, seemingly half-awake.

45 frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously, "...Are you drunk?"

"Uh...yes, I'm not as good at drinking as I thought. I also didn't expect the Commander to choose to open a bar. I've only been here for a short time, and the Commander has already gone on his honeymoon with someone else, so I...uh, there's no one to drink with."

...So why are tactical dolls made so close to humans? AR15 also complained about this issue, saying that they also find it unbearable when they smell bad.

"Well, it's nothing much, but I might have to go out again to give someone a little warning."

With a helpless sigh, 45 closed the laptop.

......

"Are you planning to put a horse's head on someone's bedside or what?"

NTW grinned mischievously as he drank the juice.

45 rubbed his forehead. "Tsk, what have you been reading lately? But I really am planning to give him an irresistible reason."

"The kind where you're held at gunpoint?"

"Roughly the same......"

......

NTW stood up, handed the glass to RPK behind the bar, and then waved his hand.

"Then don't bother me. I want to take a vacation and go out for a while. Besides, my thing is easy to kill with one shot, and it would be hard to clean up the mess later."

"Okay, okay, I know you have a big mouth."

After NTW left, RPK handed 45 a freshly made "Mimosa" drink.

"It seems that UMP45 also feels quite troubled when the commander is not around."

She maintained that smile as she always had, but it felt much kinder than before.

"Don't even mention it. The commander's original idea was just to give us a vacation and some money to relax. But I don't remember who suggested it, but someone said we should give the commander a big surprise when he comes back. The result was a huge scene in New York. I don't know how far we can go, but I have a feeling I'll get a scolding when the commander comes back..."

"Don't think like that. No matter what the final result is, the Commander won't blame us even if he bangs his head against a wall, right?"

......

45 sighed and drank the glass of wine that sparkled like orange juice.

"Yes, that's what I'm worried about..."

The very fact that the commander is unlikely to blame them is what makes it so worrying. If they make a mistake at one step, leading to a series of errors, and the commander doesn't reprimand them, what will happen to the commander in the long run...?

Therefore, 45 is also under considerable pressure; she must carefully watch every step they take.

420 Night Visit.1

"Recently, the New York State Police discovered six male bodies in Vickers Lane 3 on the Hudson River. The victims had numerous gunshot wounds, and several M1911 handguns were found around the bodies. Fingerprint verification confirmed that the guns were used by the deceased. As surveillance footage from that time period is unavailable for unknown reasons, the suspect's identity is still under investigation..."

"At 11:46 p.m. on the same day, a mass shooting occurred in the Hudson River neighborhood, resulting in multiple injuries, 23 deaths, and 47 injuries. Due to a lack of surveillance footage, the identity of the shooter remains unknown..."

......

"Is it chaotic? It will get even more chaotic in the future. If you want to save your life, it's best to stay home as much as possible recently."

“Two shots won’t kill you, so what’s there to be afraid of? If it happened to me, I might even rush in and get a good citizen award.”

The girls were watching the evening news in the living room, and they brought over snacks, alcohol, and an induction cooker. Even MDR, unusually, paused his live broadcast tonight and chose to sit with the others.

Two days have passed since the failed handover that night, and the news was finally broadcast. The conclusion was that the investigation was still ongoing. It is estimated that the people of White Eagle will not be able to rest easy again and will take to the streets with signs.

But that's normal. The group involved in this incident is quite powerful, and the evidence is seriously lacking. The cops have to consider both the public and the government, and they want to get their own money but can't please either side.

However, this conflict only brought about contradictions, with no real beneficiary, and even made the long-suffering White Eagle people even more angry.

As Moriarty said, things will only get more chaotic...

The agent brought out a pot of hot pot broth, glanced around the living room, and saw that almost everyone was sitting there, except...

"What about the metrologists and architects?"

The architect, in particular, is almost the noisiest person in the house besides MDR. He always likes to sit in front of the TV with others, then hold a pile of snacks and wave them wildly, like he's on drugs.

She was someone you could almost spot at a glance, but this time, she was nowhere to be found.

45 glanced at the kitchen and casually said, "Them? They went to do business with M16."

"work?"

"Yeah, they'll probably be back soon. Let's leave them some meat."

She stood up and helped the agent put the pot on the induction cooker, seemingly unconcerned about the whereabouts of the three people.

There's absolutely no need to worry, they'll handle it...

Judging from the attitude of the women in question, the agent could probably guess what they were up to, so he didn't ask any more questions and continued to prepare the ingredients.

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