Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The veiled message has been made quite clear: I'm worried that once you've figured out the drug, you'll sell the manufacturing process. What will we sell then?

This is the biggest problem. Once many pharmaceutical companies know how this drug is made, it's not just a minor issue that they won't make money; their own pharmaceutical companies will be severely impacted. The efficacy and price of this new drug will allow them to gain a foothold in the current flu drug market. And once it's distributed, the secret will no longer be a secret...

She needs to avoid being betrayed...

......

The other person didn't look too good, but still replied, "No, madam, we will make sure you earn your share."

How can this be proven?

She smiled again, but everyone knew she wasn't really enjoying the pleasant collaboration.

"The process of drug distribution is your trade secret, and I have no right to know it. So how can I ensure that you won't do anything underhanded during this process?"

......

"Madam, trust is the most important thing in business..."

"Trust also comes at a cost..."

Mrs. Grey's voice lowered a few decibels again, and AK12 secretly took a few steps forward to her side.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, but this was a necessary game; they couldn't afford to lose on the issue of independent intellectual property rights for the drug.

"If I can't be sure, then I'm sorry, I think our deal is doomed to fail."

Mrs. Grey pretended to regretfully rub her forehead, and AN94 also cooperated by retreating behind AK12.

Surprisingly, the other party didn't press the matter further, and also sighed, "Very well then, Madam, we respect your choice. We're sorry the outcome of the transaction didn't satisfy you..."

Although it was unsuccessful, at least there was no friction and it ended peacefully.

......

"Attention everyone, four people have suddenly boarded the vehicle with license plate number FBR 1451, and the engine is running. It is heading towards the transaction location."

The WA2000's voice came through the headphones again, but this time the report results were not what they expected.

"???"

Mrs. Grey was slightly puzzled, but she didn't show it. She looked up again at the men in suits who were in charge of the handover.

The other party didn't seem to react at all; they just stared at them.

"What, the deal's over, aren't you leaving yet?"

Mrs. Grey asked again.

“No, madam, fishermen don’t want to cast their nets and catch nothing, especially outside of the fishing ban period.”

"...What do you want to say?"

Her brow furrowed, but the report in her earpiece was still going on.

"The target vehicle has passed two corners... and is about to arrive at the transaction location."

The sound of engines on the street never stopped, making it impossible for them to determine the actual situation.

Suddenly, RO's voice came through the headphones...

"Get out of the way! That car is going to crash right in!"

what? !

"not good!"

Damn it, they're planning to kill and rob us!

Mrs. Grey immediately pulled a pistol from her pocket, as did the others in front of her...

417 City Crossfire

It's unclear how many times this has happened. The goods are in their hands, so they probably planned to forcibly seize them if they couldn't cooperate.

Because of the limited space in the alley, they could not drive too fast, which gave them time to fight back.

Although their skills might be more refined, their gun-drawing speed was naturally inferior to that of the tactical dolls. Mrs. Grey and the Rebellion Squad had already drawn their pistols and pulled the triggers at the other's head.

The other party clearly did not expect that the people who came to them for drug transactions would be carrying weapons and moving faster than them. When they tried to raise their weapons, they felt a sharp pain and itching on their foreheads, and bright red liquid splattered out. Finally, they collapsed to the ground.

AN94 took the medicine and cash and retreated to the rear, contacting his teammates outside through an earpiece.

"Attention all personnel! The deal has been broken! Kill all involved parties immediately!"

"Received, preparations for cleaning will begin..."

Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Rebellious Squad were responsible for dealing with the vehicles in front of them, which couldn't be simpler.

The speed isn't very fast; one person with an AK15 could handle it...

As the car with its high beams on drove straight toward her, AK15 simply flexed her wrists a few times, coldly watching the approaching Ford logo, using it as her aim.

"Stop it!"

Then, with a burst of fierce strength, he slammed both fists down on the hood.

With a loud bang, the entire rear of the car was pried up several centimeters by the force, the hood was severely deformed, and the internal components were damaged by the external impact, forcing the car to come to a stop.

When the driver looked up, he was clearly stunned by what he saw. Who would have thought that his car would be stopped by a normal person with just his hand?

The car had already stalled, and no matter how hard the driver tried to restart it, there was no response. The driver frantically twisted the car key, and all that could be heard was the engine whimpering like a wounded beast struggling to escape from the hunter's trap.

His teammates, who were responsible for dealing with the enemy, had all been killed, leaving him alone and unable to protect himself.

When he looked up from a sweat of fear, he could only see a white-haired woman wearing a dark gold patterned mask raising a pistol, staring at him coldly as if he were a clown being entertained, and one whose acting was extremely disappointing.

"No, no, no!"

"Sizzle..."

The bullet shattered the windshield and entered his head.

The AR team at the alley entrance arrived late, armed with pistols, only to find that the target had already been eliminated.

M4 glanced down at the corpses and the badly damaged vehicle, then asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the scene was a bit messy, which doesn't seem like the way the police operate..."

RPK pretended to be troubled as he walked to the corpse and kicked the bullet-pierced forehead, but there was no reaction.

She then raised her pistol again and fired several more shots at the corpses.

"That's more like it. If the magazine isn't emptied, and there's just a bullet hole in the forehead, the police won't do something so risky."

She smiled and replaced the empty magazine.

Creating a fake conflict with the police is somewhat difficult; the real trouble is yet to come...

......

"MDR, confirm the monitoring status."

At that moment, Alpha was carrying a cell phone between its neck and neck, speeding along the streets of the Hudson River.

"They've all been replaced, so don't worry about it, they won't be able to find out."

MDR stuffed a cookie into his mouth, frantically typing on the keyboard while simultaneously reporting the situation to the other party.

"Hmm? Oh, the streamer is talking to his teammates, don't overthink it!"

It's clear that she was performing monitoring tasks while livestreaming, completely unconcerned about being discovered by viewers...

Alfa tossed the phone aside and slammed the accelerator down.

"Alright, let's go!"

"Ugh, slow down! I can't aim properly!"

The JS9 in the passenger seat was a bit uncomfortable. There were many street corners and heavy traffic at night, so the Alphard's driving skills were naturally more unrestrained.

"Slow down or you'll lose track! Watch out, you're turning!"

With a sudden stop, JS9, who had deliberately not worn a seatbelt to avoid affecting his movement, crashed headfirst into the car window.

......

"Second target is escaping and is about to enter the firing range of the Barrett and Dreamer. Please be aware."

From Adeline's perspective, the target vehicle drove past the second corner and completely disappeared from her firing range.

After all, it was a street, and although the sniper dolls had all arrived at their respective sniping positions, they couldn't just fire directly at the target. After all, making a big fuss wouldn't do them any good. With the commander not around, hiding weapons in a few fishing tackle boxes and violin cases was not a long-term solution.

"I see them. Can I shoot? I want to go back quickly to take a shower and watch TV."

In a dark room, the dreamer aimed his sights at the cars speeding along the street and said impatiently.

"Don't rush, dreamer, it'll be over soon..."

"What, UMP45, you've arrived already?"

"Of course... crunch!"

The second response to the voice of the dreamer came from UMP9.

As she aimed at the intersection, another car sped towards her.

"What?! 9, fire! The target is right next to us!"

"Oh dear! I thought Sister 45 was going to just run right into it!"

Squad 404's vehicles had reached the side of the target and were about to intercept them; Dreamer thought they were planning to ram them directly.

UMP9 rolled down its window and fired several shots at the target vehicle to the side. With several broken bullet holes, the vehicle swayed a few times before crashing into the roadside guardrail.

"It's all over, Sister 45, run!"

Xiao 9 quickly patted 45 on the shoulder, then closed the car window.

"Okay, Run!"

......

"Okay, looks like we should go home now, everything's taken care of."

NTW, his face etched with boredom, whispered to his colleagues through his earpiece.

"Okay, that's settled. Let's go home. The next headaches are for the cops and the fisherman."

Barrett's tone remained unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the fact that no shots had been fired.

Suddenly, the voices of other squads came through the earpiece again...

"It seems this isn't over yet... This is the metrology officer; we've got a situation here."

"what happened?"

NTW has already packed the guns into cases.

"The shooting in the neighborhood was not caused by us."

Through the earpiece, a short gunshot could be faintly heard, seemingly not far away.

"Never mind that, let's leave now. We've finished what we needed to do."

As Barrett said, the ones who will have a headache later are not them, but many others...

418 Sins

"Let's go, don't get caught in the crossfire. Aren't there enough farces around here already?"

The architect patted the surveyor on the shoulder, but the man remained leaning against the railing, watching everything that was happening dozens of meters away.

As they witnessed, a shooting occurred, but it wasn't a random shark hunt; it was a firefight between two groups in the street, one of which had premeditated the attack, while the other seemed completely unprepared...

"Tsk, let's go! What are you looking at? We have fire control, they don't. Watch out for a bullet in the head!"

The executioner, who was already preparing to flee, glanced at the measuring officer who was still observing, grabbed him, and dragged him away from the scene.

"Tsk, let go, I can walk by myself!"

"Then what are you still looking at? The cops will be here in less than five minutes. We hacked the surveillance cameras, so they don't have any. They'll definitely take everyone here back for questioning. If we don't leave soon, things will get really serious."

The executioner's tone was equally displeased; running away with a Predator doll was certainly unpleasant.

The metrologist paused, then nodded: "That's true, but... why?"

"what why?"