Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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They deliberately threw parts at the target's face to persuade him to give up the idea of ​​resistance.

Although there was absolutely no chance for them to begin with...

The man, wearing a mask, still tried to break free from those iron grips, but like a drowning man whose ankles were entangled in seaweed, all his struggles were in vain.

"Damn it, let me go, you bitch! Let me go right now!"

Some unpleasant words reached their ears as Mercury Rose's mechanical arm swiftly plunged a blade into the snow beside his head.

With a clang, it seemed the blade had even driven into the ground.

"Brush your teeth before bed, and remember to use breath freshener before going out, sir..."

"Damn it, let go! You're not my target. Let me go, and then we can part ways amicably!"

His attitude was not as arrogant as before, but judging from his words, he might think there was still room for negotiation.

Morido smiled and asked, "So, who is your target?"

"That woman who was the only one to enter your bar, you know, she's the only customer you've had tonight!"

......

Rosalia?

This was the first name that came to their minds. She was indeed the only one who came tonight, but what was so special about her?

What is it about her that interests you?

"That's none of your business. The rest has nothing to do with this bar. Just let me go. My walkie-talkie was on the whole time. Once they find out you made a move, they'll definitely find out this is related to this bar!"

Although he was powerless to resist, his expression remained arrogant; he was so confident that it was laughable.

Morido cleared her throat and then said, "Sir, all your communication devices have remained disabled since we discovered you. The people on the other end know nothing about what just happened..."

He immediately tensed up: "How could that be? You...you're trying to put pressure on me? You have no reason to do that!"

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Following her words, Mondragon suddenly pulled the walkie-talkie out of his pocket.

There was only a jumble of noise and barely audible human voices... She wasn't lying.

It's over, he's completely finished...

Like a bolt from the blue, he stopped struggling and just stared blankly at the dark sky.

"Now, do you want to tell us?"

This completely dashed his hopes; there was no point in refusing him anymore, and he should then talk.

but.......

Like a pebble dropped into stagnant water, the melodious sound of a violin drifted from somewhere in the dark alley.

Is there someone else here?

The man beneath her suddenly began to struggle again, but his expression was no longer one of anger; it was one of terror...

"Oh, damn it, she's coming, she's coming!!!"

"What? Who's coming?"

Even Mrs. Grey felt tense because of the sudden change in atmosphere; the eerie music was truly unsettling.

"Let me go, let me go!"

His movements became increasingly erratic, but both the person involved and the bystanders could feel his desperate desire to escape.

Mondragon couldn't understand why the other party was struggling when there was clearly no hope left.

She punched him in the stomach, but the struggle didn't stop...

The violin music grew more pronounced, the rhythm quickened, and it became increasingly melodious and indescribable, but the skill of the musician must have been exceptionally high.

The sisters thought that way, and they only considered the artistic merit of the music.

"No, no, no, no, no! Ugh...!"

The man suddenly experienced shortness of breath, and Mrs. Grey, who was skilled in medicine, immediately began resuscitation efforts.

However, it had no effect.

"Damn it, his vital signs are weakening rapidly!"

"Then we must find a way to save his life!"

“I’m doing it!”

That's impossible unless he has a family history of genetic diseases, but if he does, why didn't it flare up when he was captured by Mondragon?

Thirty seconds later...

"Complete loss of vital signs, confirmed dead."

......

"So why don't you install a fireplace next to the wine cabinet? You can keep warm in the winter, and it looks nice too. Why not?"

"Come on, do you expect me to dump the cigarettes on the second floor... Whiskey Highball?"

The two were still chatting, seemingly oblivious to what was happening just a few dozen meters away in such a warm environment.

The pale yellow whiskey poured into an old-fashioned glass filled with square ice is another exquisite work of art.

Rosalia accepted the wine glass with a smile, appearing much gentler than usual. After a few sips, a blush rose on her face, like a proudly blooming red spider lily.

"By the way, besides you, all the staff at this bar are women, and they seem to care about you quite a bit. What's your relationship with them?"

"you guess......"

"Tch...but I can probably tell too."

Luo Fan cleaned up the wine glasses the other person had used, turning the initial pleasantries into casual conversation.

He said in a low voice, "Aren't we partners now? Can't we just focus on what we each need to know?"

"Hey, just gossiping a bit, since I really enjoy watching these 8 PM dramas. But speaking of collaboration..."

......"

Rosalia took a sip of the slightly smoky liquor and was very satisfied, even leaning back against the bar.

However, the tone shifted...

"I have to thank you for crushing that bedbug."

......

"So, this bug came because it smelled you?"

Luo Fan slowly began to laugh at the amusing turn of events.

Rosalia chuckled, wagging her index finger. "No, no, no, flies are indeed bedbugs, but they're not just attracted to stench."

This is interesting. Rosalia also possesses something that could attract the interest of other organizations, though it's uncertain whether it's Umbrella.

“There will be more bugs in the future, so you need to get used to it in advance. Also... since the bugs are dead, there must be other bugs outside that have noticed. And the snow is still so heavy. How about I stay here for the night?”

......

Luo Fan was still pondering the meaning of the previous sentence when his thoughts were completely disrupted.

"There are no rooms available..."

"I don't need customer service, I can just stay in the bar."

Space wasn't the problem; it was just that Luo Fan still had other concerns.

He put the cup in the freezer, glancing at the other person every now and then: "Then how do you ensure I won't get targeted by bugs here?"

"Sigh, they won't know the bug is dead until tomorrow, will they? After all, your 'business skills' are pretty good. All you have to do is sweep the body into the trash, and they won't have a chance to find out who did it."

...It feels like the other person understands my style better than I do.

"Alright then, just don't finish this whole cabinet of wine."

"Don't worry, I'll only drink what you make..."

It's late at night, but falling asleep is probably out of the question...

"A daisy wreath, please!"

"Damn it, you always pick the hard ones, don't you? Why don't you just cut a glass of water?"

"Then let's have a glass of water too!"

"..."

P.S.: I suddenly realized I need more words, so the female lead will have to wait until tomorrow...

288 Folly

At 2 a.m., a passenger plane landed at New York International Airport, an ordinary event that signified the influx of fresh blood into this massive system.

The White Eagle is always a magical and enchanting country, always attracting fresh blood to come here and willingly become a part of it.

Among these visitors are those who dream of achieving great success in Baiying, those who come to experience a lifestyle different from their hometown, and those who come to find relatives with a few unredeemed banknotes. They are unfamiliar with the place, but still want to find their place here. However, there are also those who want to settle down and make a living here. In any case, whether they have dreams or just want to make a living, they will gradually become a part of Baiying without realizing it.

Therefore, the White Eagle never has to worry about cheap labor. He only needs to have his "messenger," the Statue of Liberty, stand on the beach, listen to the sounds of travelers from all directions climbing from the cabins onto the deck, and then point at the goddess in their hearts and shout: "America!"

But in essence, this is still a cold and indifferent country, a land where the lowly perish...

The passenger plane landed smoothly, and people from different countries slowly walked out with their luggage. We could still see the fatigue on their faces from jet lag.

Of course, there are also many passionate young people and corporate slaves on business trips, but tonight our focus will not be on them. Tonight, we have a unique guest, and she is the protagonist of today's event.

A girl with short, light yellow hair walked out of the boardwalk, dragging a black suitcase. The snow had not yet taken its toll on her frail body, but even so, it was clear to the naked eye that she did not seem to be in good condition.

Her grey coat and scarf provided some protection, offering some comfort though it wasn't quite what a southerner like her was used to...

The young woman walked alone in the quiet airport with an aura that kept strangers at bay, but perhaps she was not lonely.

After taking only a few steps, the girl took out her phone from her pocket, unlocked it, and turned off airplane mode. More than a dozen missed calls appeared on the screen, all from the same person, a familiar name.

She sighed helplessly and dialed the number back.

A short while later, a somewhat hurried female voice came from the other end of the phone, bringing a touch of life to the deathly silent airport.

"Yingque, are you alright? Did you get off the plane safely? You told me you'd arrive within a day, but it took almost a day and a night plus a few hours before you called back. I was so worried!"

In the cold winter of a foreign land, where the snow was relentless, this familiar female voice brought the girl invaluable warmth.

The girl put down her suitcase, stood beside a bed covered in snowflakes, and smiled, "I'm fine. The weather here isn't very good, so the flight was delayed a bit. I haven't flown much, so I don't have much of a sense of time. It's normal, don't worry."

"Given what happened to White Eagle recently, how could I not be worried?"

The other party clearly had no intention of backing down; it seemed they wanted nothing more than to tie the girl to their body. To an outsider, they might have mistaken her for talking to her mother on the phone...

The girl by the window couldn't help but give a bitter laugh. At this moment, even if the wind and snow poured in through the window, perhaps it wouldn't be too cold?

Just kidding, her health isn't very good, how could she possibly withstand the cold winds of the snow country?

However, the next second, the other party's attitude softened...

"So, Yingque, after you found him, you really weren't coming back?"

The girl named "Yingque" sensed a hint of sadness in the other person's expression through their mask.

Alone, she gazed at the snow-covered airport, her eyes filled with confusion, yet unwavering, as if her mind had made up its mind: "Hmm, perhaps. After all, he's my most important family member. Although I was taken in, but... to remain here in Donghuang without seeing him, my heart is filled with unease..."

"But you still have us. Although we're not your closest relatives, we can be your best friends, right?"

"But he's not my close relative, just... my childhood sweetheart."

Before anyone knew it, a photograph appeared in Yingque's hand—a group photo.

The young boy and girl, still small and inexperienced, held hands, their hearts pure and their smiles radiant, like angels.

However, the old photos of the past have gathered dust. More than a decade has passed, and so much has changed. So many friends and relatives have come and gone. Meeting them was truly a blessing, but every time the dogwood is planted, that one person is still missing, and in the end, there is still a lingering sense of regret...

Parting has always been painful for those with deep feelings; I fear that even with sincere heart, I have no face to show for it.

"Hey, if I can find him, I'll definitely bring him back to see you all. Don't be so discouraged."

Yingque could only offer some clumsy words of comfort, but even she herself wasn't sure if she could say them.

"Then you have to be able to find it too..."