Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"You're planning to...?"

“What I mean is… the system we’re going to build in the future will be much larger than this country. At that time, the company’s influence will be even more significant than it is now, and it may even become a dominant force. Compared to such an outcome, what’s the point of caring about our current success? And such success will also be a major asset in our efforts to destroy the existing system.”

...So that's how it is. Gray finally understood, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart was lifted.

Fortunately, the commander's goal is to destroy the existing system, not to deny the company's significance. In the future, the company's influence will be even greater. If the commander had to deny the company itself while achieving his goal, it would have been a very sad situation for Gray.

“This is my first order. Once we get results, I will give further orders depending on the situation. At that time, I will need you all to come and get together again.” Luo Fan looked out the window, exhaled the smoke, and his face turned completely serious. “That’s all for today. Go back first. Also… Morido, you stay here.”

......

Gray realized something, asked no further questions, put away the report on the table, and tactfully left. After the door closed again, Morido, the person involved, slowly got up and locked the ward completely from the inside...

Then, she kicked off her other high heel and sat on the edge of the bed, as if she wanted to take it a step further.

"What do you intend to say to me alone, Commander?"

His tone was deliberately and unvarnished, encouraging and seductive, but Luo Fan seemed unmoved. He suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in front of him.

"Let's talk, Moriarty. While I was away, how many projects did you secretly carry out without my knowledge?"

"Hehe...that number might surprise you. Instead of asking how much, I suggest you ask: 'What?'"

Morido maintained that alluring smile, but her body subconsciously tried to break free from Luo Fan's grasp, only to find that his strength was astonishing, leaving her no room to escape. Where did this strength come from?

"Then tell me about it."

With a stern face, he pressed his eyes forward, trying to glean something from those devilish pupils, but ultimately, the only way to obtain information was through that venomous tongue.

"New drug development, bioweapons, human experimentation, mind control, borderline invasive therapies—there's so much you want to know. I may not be able to tell you everything at once, but I believe there will be something that interests you..."

"..."

As expected by Luo Fan, she did these things, which was in line with her style. If she had honestly stuck to her duties, that would have been the most abnormal situation for Morido.

but......

How will you pique my interest?

"For example, the 'Cceive 2' project? A human experiment to monitor the brainwaves and bioelectrical signals generated by a person's emotions in different situations, record them, and re-simulate them to achieve the process of transferring human consciousness into a physical body?"

She sneered, as if she was certain of the outcome.

"...It seems you still have some attachment to the human body."

"No, no, no, it's not me, it should be us... Commander, think about it carefully. If we could all have human bodies, what would you like to do in such a situation? Although the process of achieving this result is inhumane, even horrific, how does that conflict with your ultimate goal? Aren't we selfishly fighting for our own happiness all this time?"

...Luo Fan silently increased the force of his right hand, pulling her closer again, but this seemed to make Morido even happier. Her smile seemed to indicate that everything was developing as she had imagined.

He was furious and asked again, "So, what price have you paid so far for this project?"

"324 participants, 297 failures, and 189 deaths. However, we are still receiving new participants from various charitable outreach centers. Given the current special social situation, we will not lack a source of participants. Although the process is rough and slow, we will see the results we want sooner or later."

"...You're a madman."

"That's the perfect compliment for me."

With her movements restricted, Morido reached out and touched Lofan's body. She felt the wounds, the strong and powerful flesh, and the pain in his ribs was evident in his slightly disordered breathing. The smell of smoke in his mouth was involuntarily leaking out, which only excited him more.

She was provoking him; Luo Fan could sense it...

"Come on, Commander, aren't you looking forward to this outcome? Look at me now. How long have you wanted to do this? Running around in the quarantine zone, you haven't had much time to stop and enjoy the pleasures that belong only to the body, have you?"

"..."

The uniform jacket gradually slipped off, as if casting some kind of eerie spell. She kept manipulating her clothes to awaken Luo Fan's long-suppressed desires. She knew too well what Luo Fan wanted. She was a madwoman herself, so she understood perfectly what someone about to go mad wanted.

Just right, this person was exactly the one she longed for and loved most...

"You should learn to express your desires. Regardless of what others think, at least I am willing to give myself to you wholeheartedly."

A magnificent masterpiece, unlike the shyness of a young girl, she stretches out her body as if wanting to display her most dazzling creation.

"Put aside all those formalities and destroy me, along with your sanity. You should have done it long ago. After all, we are the same kind of people, aren't we?"

"..."

Undeniably, Lovan has already demonstrated his views through his actions. He will tell Morido what his attitude is, which is exactly the result Morido has always wanted.

As expected, I'm the one who understands you best. Do you like the help I've prepared for you in advance, as well as myself?

Only forbidden fruit can produce the sweetest wine...

Only a madman truly understands another madman...

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After a frenzied and intense sexual encounter, he falls into a deep sleep, much like a wild beast after a satisfying hunt and feast. Once his hunger and thirst are satisfied, he becomes incredibly docile.

Since returning to New York, Luo Fan had never felt so exhilarated. Moriarty had guessed everything. Holding back for too long would harm her health, but the perpetrator seemed to have achieved unparalleled satisfaction. After indulging in the experience on the hospital bed for a long time, she slowly leaned back on the pillow. Even such a crazy experience did not diminish the allure on her face.

To put it another way, rather than enjoying it, there was a sense of subtle competition. Throughout the process, Luo Fan held her by the neck, and she constantly tried to break free. Although it was futile, she didn't give in and conquered him with her superior memory and devilish body...

"It's time to go. If you lie down any longer, it will be difficult to handle when the others arrive."

Luo Fan silently finished dressing and prepared for his next cigarette, but Morido still didn't move, continuing to tease, "So you want me to leave so soon, is this what you call starting something and then abandoning it?"

"...You're more clingy than I thought, but we'd better think about the bigger picture. I don't want things to get complicated from here on out."

Finally back to his business-oriented attitude, Morido sensed the seriousness in his words and didn't say anything more. She simply hugged the man tightly from behind and continued to gently stroke the wound on his chest.

"Ha...you, what could possibly be difficult for you?"

"..."

The curse-like whispers never stopped. Madmen always like to attract attention in this kind of "attention-grabbing" way, but Luo Fan was surprisingly swayed by it. He didn't struggle or complain, letting her coil around him like a venomous snake.

"No matter how malicious our actions may be, isn't the ultimate result always in serving your vision?"

......

"Next time, if you need anything like this, feel free to come to me anytime... I'm always at your service..."

After saying that, Morido put on her uniform and left, but as she stood at the door, she gave Luo Fan a flirtatious wink.

"..."

Luo Fan glanced at her reflection in the window; her neck was unusually red and swollen today... She was even more alluring and dangerous than she had imagined.

【Click】

The door opened again, and this time 191 entered. Her expression was clearly off; she seemed to have noticed something...

"Commander, how did Morido end up in your hospital room?"

"It's nothing, I just told her some things to be careful about," Luo Fan didn't intend to explain further, but silently tossed the cigarette in his hand under the bed again: "Is there something wrong?"

191 nodded slowly: "Yes, just two hours ago, a strange customer came to the bar, specifically asking to see you..."

"A strange guest...?"

......

......

"Sigh, another day of overtime..."

Chris slumped over the bar again, finally taking off her military overcoat and putting on a proper bartender uniform. Otherwise, the customers who liked to read the news would ask everyone they met after they came in: "Did you retire from Gloria?"

Honestly, given the current strained relationship between the White Eagles and Gloria, being a Gloria soldier might seem a bit sensitive, but the mediocre White Eagles don't care about these political maneuvers; they only care whether their beer is cold or flat.

To avoid causing any unnecessary trouble for Boss Luo, Chris chose to play it safe and just be her bartender. At least she wasn't involved in those family affairs and could still get paid, which was a blessing for a Glorian veteran who was unemployed after leaving the army.

But this slack off didn't last long, as someone soon came to disturb her relaxation time...

He was a man who looked to be not long past middle age. He was very strong, and even though he was wearing a sweater and a black overcoat, he couldn't completely hide the muscles below. Chris quickly concluded that this guy was definitely a soldier who had recently been discharged from the army.

It's probably those VFW (Veterans Federation) guys again. Chris has run into them more than twenty times already. These old geezers love hanging out in places like bars.

Hello, would you like something to drink?

Chris stretched like a cat just waking up, intending to make a token gesture of greeting this down-on-his-luck man of considerable status.

The man looked around for a while, then sat down at the bar, looking reserved and serious, which surprised Chris. It was the first time she had ever seen a veteran who could maintain such an expression after leaving the military.

He placed his hand on the bar counter and said coldly, "Do you know Boss Luo? I'm looking for Boss Luo."

"...?!"

Almost instinctively, Chris realized that her left hand was already on the pistol under the table. But after thinking it over, she calmed down and decided to find out the other party's motive first.

"...Boss Luo, who is Boss Luo? It sounds like an Asian surname? Come on, buddy, we don't have any Asians here."

She jokingly spread her hands, pretending to know nothing, but the other person's brows furrowed even more.

"The address Mr. Luo gave me is here. He told me that the bartender here is a veteran who retired from the Patriotic War of Gronia, and even a female captain..."

He then pointed to the dark green military overcoat hanging next to the liquor cabinet: "Captain Christina Brecht, is that the correct way to address you?"

......

“Do you know what’s under the table right now?” Chris’s face turned so ugly for the first time. She thought she wouldn’t show this expression since the war: “A TT-33 Tokarev pistol, 7.63mm Mauser, full magazine. I can choose to shoot through the table and subdue you now, or point it directly at your head.”

"So it seems I've come to the right place after all, haven't I?"

The other party did not seem alarmed and continued to ask questions.

But as the host, Chris chose to first find out what she wanted to know...

"First, state your identity..."

Upon seeing this, the man slowly removed his scarf, revealing the stubble on his face. He looked even more weathered than before.

"Chris Redfield."

He spoke slowly, but as soon as he finished speaking, several men dressed similarly to him appeared behind him and sat down with him at the bar.

"Active military personnel currently on extended leave by the White Eagle military have some things to discuss with your boss, Mr. Luo."

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Judging from the number of people, six is ​​similar to the size of a small military squad. Based on Chris's description of his identity, Chris can roughly guess that they were originally part of the same squad when they served.

The current situation is most likely that the entire team has been given a long leave, and for someone of high status, a long leave is probably not a good thing...

However, it's quite a coincidence that this name happened to be...Christina...Chris...

Chris still had doubts about these people's identities: "You... all know Boss Luo?"

“They are my men,” Chris explained. “We’ve worked with Boss Lowe on several previous missions, but given the circumstances that have arisen… I think you should know that.”

"Me? How would I know? I'm just a doorman, what would I know?"

Chris couldn't help but chuckle. It was true; how could a mere bartender like her have the authority to know about Boss Luo's actions?

But this was beyond Chris's expectations...

"You...know nothing?"

"Does knowing Boss Luo count? He's my boss."

"..."

An awkward silence ensued. It seemed that the expected direct conversation between intelligent people had not taken place. At least Chris couldn't understand it at all. Boss Luo's team was clearly not large. Didn't every one of his subordinates know what he was going to do next?

Indeed... Chris underestimated the size of Lovan's entire team. If you include every Nieto, there are hundreds or even thousands of them. Nieto have infiltrated every industry and every place. Even Lovan himself couldn't have imagined that Morido and Gray had allowed the Nieto to infiltrate every corner of society.

"He gave us the meeting place himself, but then didn't share our information with the contact person?"

Chris's companion seemed to be unhappy about this and leaned closer.

"Alright, Pierce, the situation is already quite sensitive, so delays in coordination are unavoidable."

Chris waved his hand, pulled her aside, and then continued to look at the female captain in front of him.

"Never mind, is Boss Luo here now? I'd like to have a talk with him."

“What a coincidence, Mr. Luo is currently out on business and may not be back for a few days,” Chris said, spreading her hands as if to say nonchalantly. “I also need to consult with him first, and I will contact you when I have news.”

Is this some kind of dramatic scene where Liu Bei visits Zhuge Liang's humble abode during a political maneuver in the White Eagles...?

However, Chris could understand Lofan's state after being betrayed. It was normal that they couldn't meet immediately. They could wait until both of them had rested before talking. After all... their long vacation wasn't that short either...

"Okay, we'll come back in a while."

After saying that, Chris left with several unfriendly-looking companions, giving the impression of a gang coming to collect protection money.

"......baffling."