Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"We'll discuss this in detail when we get back; there's not much time to explain now."

"Then you should explain yourself! Otherwise, why did you come to me?!"

"I told you, we'll talk about it in detail when we get back. I don't want to argue with you... Or do you want the Commander to explain?"

45 was too lazy to argue with the executioners. Even putting aside the possibility of persuading them, she knew she couldn't possibly defeat them...

At this moment, the alchemist used his fist blade to pierce through the chest of a Licker and casually threw it to the ground. He was already extremely excited, but after hearing 45's words, he became even more energetic.

"Is this his order, or has he handed over command to you?"

The two of them have made their meaning clear: give them a reason to listen to you.

UMP45's furrowed brows could have trapped a fly, but she still tried her best to appear patient.

“The AR team just exposed me because I can see them very clearly from the air.”

"Wait, in the air?!"

This actually brought the two women back to their senses somewhat. They subconsciously looked up and did notice a figure diving down.

Great. First, let them believe that you have a significant advantage in vision, and then the subsequent information will be more convincing.

“The AR team was already being watched by the USS. I planned their route and facilitated their timely evacuation. Your movements were probably no less noticeable. If you want to expose us all, you can stay outside for a few more minutes…”

152 Negotiation

This time, it felt less like a well-intentioned reminder and more like an invisible threat...

Silence reigned on the other end of the earphone.

“I haven’t noticed any USS personnel around you yet. You can decide for yourselves whether to retreat now or continue to increase the risk of exposure outside.”

After saying that, UMP45 hung up the call immediately; she had no intention of arguing any further.

However, the two people on the ground hesitated for a moment before deciding to evacuate.

45 also deployed its parachute and landed towards the designated area.

Her teammates had been waiting for her there for a long time.

......

"Coffee for the two of you."

"Thank you, Ms. Agent."

At home, Mrs. Grey and Pascal sat at the dining table, enjoying coffee brewed for them by their agent.

Unless it's for work, Mrs. Grey doesn't usually have the habit of sharing coffee with others.

She would be sitting at the same table with Pascal, so naturally she had something important to discuss...

"So, Mrs. Grey, what brings you here?"

Pascal took a sip of his coffee and smiled at the woman sitting in front of him.

Her former languid air had vanished, replaced by that of a shrewd businesswoman.

This slightly changed Mrs. Grey's opinion of Pascal.

She spoke slowly: "We don't need so much formality between us. I'll just speak frankly, Miss Pascal."

"Please."

Pascal raised his hand in a gesture of "please"...

"Regarding future plans, after we leave Raccoon City, as Mr. Lovan intended, we will open a biopharmaceutical company in New York to raise funds and acquire the 'human resources' that Mr. Lovan mentioned. However, I want to expand some business, and for this I need your help, Miss Pascal."

After saying that, Mrs. Grey took two sugar cubes from a cup on the table, put them into her coffee cup, and stirred them gently.

Pascal did not reply immediately; the agent had already left, leaving only the clinking sound of the spoon gently striking the cup as it stirred, making the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

Pascal's smile faded slightly, but not noticeably.

"Then, what do you want me to help with?"

"It's very simple, it's just Miss Pascal's old job..."

She paused deliberately, waiting for the other person's reaction.

It's an occupational hazard of mine to always try to guess the other person's reaction and psychology.

Pascal remained completely attentive.

So she could only continue talking...

"Develop AI chips capable of controlling low-intelligence organisms and establish a production line for 'Nieto'."

Mrs. Grey's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

But Pascal's smile had completely vanished, and he had even frowned.

"Your idea seems somewhat...dangerous. May I ask why?"

AI chips that control low-intelligence beings, the Nieto production line—it just doesn't seem like a good thing...

“It’s very simple. When I went out with Mr. Lovan last time, I obtained a sample of a creature. I plan to produce them, control them, and then use them for the Commander. As for Nito… the Commander’s tablet seems to have the ability to build Nito, but it seems to consume a lot of resources each time. Therefore, I hope the Commander can build some Nito first, and then Miss Pascal can mass-produce them.”

“We expect to be in the public eye more often in the future, so we need some ‘experts’ to help us solve our problems.”

Her smile grew more pronounced, but she remained restrained.

Pascal thought about it carefully for a while.

Mrs. Grey's idea certainly makes sense. Not only them, but the androids probably also frequently need to be in the public eye and aren't always suited to handle these dirty tasks, but...

"If I remember correctly, didn't Nieto use living people for cyborg transformation?"

This is precisely what she can't accept; Nieto, in a sense, might just be a mechanized dead person...

Although the other party has its own consciousness, it can be arbitrarily altered.

If they were to form an assembly line, how many people would they have to kill?

“No, no, no, Miss Pascal, you can use your own technology to produce Nieto, it doesn’t have to be the Paradis production method.”

Mrs. Grey waved her hand, signaling the other party to calm down.

She knew very well that the other party would find it hard to accept, but if they used a different technology, she would just be Nieto's human form.

There is no need for the dead, nor for reformation.

But Pascal still had concerns: "Are you sure? Even so, we don't have any instruments or tools for manufacturing. Are we going to rely on the technology of this era to create humanoids and program AI?"

For researchers, this is a critical problem; without tools and instruments, it's no different from a soldier without weapons.

In any case, the related work will become extremely difficult to carry out.

“Miss Pascal, Mr. Lovan can provide us with tools through his own means. I have already discussed this with him, so there is no need to worry.”

Don't ask, it's Luo Fan's magic tablet!

"The matter of Nanetor is resolved. As for these creatures, what is your purpose in creating and controlling them?"

Pascal had never seen the Nightmare Domain, so he naturally did not understand the thoughts of Lovan and Lady Grey.

They wanted to produce a more flexible and destructive Nightmare and control it, which was also a kind of biological weapon. However, with Pascal's assistance, they could control these creatures more stably than Umbrella.

Although the Nightmare is far less valuable than the Nieto, they can use it to create public pressure on Umbrella at certain times, making the government realize that the biological weapons are related to Umbrella.

"We need these creatures to accomplish certain things—control public opinion, protect ourselves—anything is acceptable, as long as they can be used by us, we can never have too many..."

"Isn't the point to using these creatures to harm society? After all, this place is so much more peaceful and beautiful than our original world..."

Pascal couldn't help but feel a little sentimental; she had absolutely no desire to disrupt the peace that existed in this world.

Mrs. Grey shook her head: "That depends on Mr. Lovan's opinion. How to use these things is up to him. I am only responsible for achieving his goals."

Pascal looked at Mrs. Grey, whose expression had turned indifferent, and couldn't help but smile.

I never expected that my former mortal enemy would show him such respect...

She couldn't explain the change, but she would watch it continue.

Perhaps former enemies will become their friends...family.

"So, you want Nieto to deal with some unclean things, but I personally think he'll treat them like family. What will you do then?"

Pascal also took out five sugar cubes and put them into his coffee cup.

"Let him decide. My role is simply to assist him in resolving the problem, or at least the person who raised it..."

......

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the living room door.

"Ha~ We've talked enough, it's time to take them home."

Pascal yawned, put on his slippers, and went to the living room.

Mrs. Grey couldn't help but laugh as she watched Pascal leave.

Sadly, he remained so self-disciplined.

Do you consider Nieto family?

That's interesting...

P.S.: Please give me some feedback. It's creepy that no one says anything and I know nothing...

153 Navigator

After Pascal opened the door for the AR team, he intended to say "Welcome home" to the girls, but once they entered, they didn't even have the thought of resting.

M4 and his teammates walked straight in without saying a word, then went back into the room to put away their weapons, and came out again wearing a clean coat.

"AR15, go find the map and mark the areas we've cleared and the areas where the USS appeared. RO, please prepare the initial route planning; we need to prepare for tomorrow night's retreat. Sister 16 and SOP II, go check the current equipment status. Commander, this is M4..."

M4 didn't even put their jacket sleeves on properly before heading to another room, as if their mission wasn't over yet, and they had just changed work environments.

Pascal couldn't get a single word in edgewise and could only return to the table dejectedly.

Mrs. Grey was still waiting for her at the table.

She was also surprised to find that her cup had been refilled with coffee, which was still steaming hot.

Pascal looked up at her, but Mrs. Grey simply continued drinking her own glass, seemingly oblivious to everything...

Well, at least there are still people willing to drink with me...

Pascal gave a silent, bitter smile and picked up his coffee.

......

"Commander, this is M4. Are you on your way back now?"

After giving the simple instructions, M4 went to check on Lovan's condition.

The other party may not be aware of what has happened around the headquarters...

In the van, Luo Fan released WA from his arms and put the earphones back to his ears.

"M4, what's wrong?"

Are you on your way back now?

"Yes, what's the problem?"

Luo Fan felt completely bewildered. Wasn't their return part of the plan?

The girls, who were almost asleep in the car, were also drawn to Luo Fan's words.

Dreamer and AA12, sitting in the back seat, leaned their little heads in, looking like two kittens peeking at each other.

M4 was unaware of the situation on the other side, but continued, "I heard you're sitting in the car. Once you get back to the city, get out and walk. We've just been targeted by Umbrella's USS, and they might still be active in various corners of Raccoon City. Continuing to drive will risk exposing us."

"Wait, you said USS?!"

Luo Fan, who had been slumped in his seat with WA, sat up as if ejected, almost causing WA to roll onto the ground.

WA's blood pressure immediately spiked.

"Hey, you big dummy... Ugh!"

Before she could even shout, RPK16, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately turned around and covered her mouth.