Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

Page 424

Anjie smiled and said, "That's not quite right. Let me show you how we drink it."

After saying that, he put the bottle opening to his mouth, tilted his head back, spun it around a few times, and then the wine began to pour into his mouth quickly.

Luo Fan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. If it were a tactical doll like the girls, it would be expected that it could withstand the impact of alcohol, but Ange was a legitimate human. How could she drink like that without stopping...?

"Thump thump thump...cough cough!"

After about five seconds, seemingly reaching her limit, the bottle began to lose its balance and was about to fall out of Anjie's mouth. Accompanied by a violent cough, Luo Fan subconsciously reached out to steady the bottle and pulled it out.

"It's not like I'll take it from you, why are you drinking so fast?"

"Just for fun. Things got a bit unpleasant earlier, but having a drink together like this makes it all better, doesn't it?"

"..."

Luo Fan glanced at the nearly empty wine bottle in his hand. This didn't look like he was just having a drink; it looked more like he had a grudge against the other person...

“Sigh…” Anjie sighed softly, leaned back in her chair, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “I know you’re thinking of everyone and want everyone to get through this series of storms safely. The situation is so complicated that you don’t have time to think too much, so you made this choice.”

If I were sitting on the floor right now, I might be able to sit more comfortably with my arms and legs outstretched...

Anjie thought this to herself, but the current situation only allowed her to open her hands, and besides, there was a man sitting next to her. However, after going through life and death together, he could hardly be considered an outsider...

Luo Fan was no longer interested in the details. She sat quietly in her chair, waiting for her old friend to share her thoughts, or perhaps she would use the alcohol to her advantage and act crazy. It didn't matter, after all, the point of coming out here was to enjoy a moment of peace and quiet.

"In the end, no one will blame you for this, but some of us were born into regular military families. Even if we have no ties in this world, we cannot easily kill so many innocent people."

Seeing that the man beside her did not react, Anjie raised her head and gestured with her chin: "Don't you think so? Even though you arrived earlier, you haven't caused any meaningless casualties yet, have you?"

"...probably not."

Thinking back carefully, apart from the time the bridge was blown up, I don't think I had ever deliberately caused any meaningless casualties before. But that doesn't mean I'm clean. After all, what they did in secret, while not exactly heinous, was at least something that would make my conscience prick me.

"But if there is a need to do so, it must be because there are certain people or things that pose a serious threat to us."

The tone shifted abruptly, Luo Fan's voice turning sharp again, but this was exactly what An Jie had expected. She didn't refute anything, just smiled...

I just laughed it off...

677 Beginning

After all, once abandoned by one's own ancestors, is it necessary to pursue any lofty ideals or grand ambitions in another world?

Given her original circumstances and status, she might have died sooner or later in some dark sewer in East Germany, or even become a pretext for diplomacy between East and West Germany, or even the new Soviet Union. Even though she had lost her subordinates and authority, she still had value to her country. She had had enough of this kind of life.

Sometimes, being a carefree person like this, living a life of leisure, isn't so bad, even though life isn't much more peaceful than before...

I can now fully understand, accept, and even support the idea of ​​prioritizing those around me.

"But I hope you can always keep a clear head. After all, our goal isn't to rule the world, is it? It's just to eradicate a cancer."

Umbrella, the instigators of everything, and one of the sources of misfortune in this world, must be eradicated. Although this may not solve many problems, it will at least make their lives a little easier.

After that, I probably won't get involved in anything big anymore. I'll just run a bar with the girls and live a simple, happy life. That would be pretty good too...

Will his fate allow the story to unfold this way? Will Rosalia and the others allow the story to end this way?

I hope so...

"My busy master, instead of taking a proper rest during this break, you've chosen to meet with this new commander here in secret. Is there some problem you need to resolve?"

Sirius appeared beside them at some point, maintaining his elegant and composed demeanor, though his gaze towards Ange held a hint of resentment...

"In that case, Sirius can also do it in its place."

"Tsk, what nonsense are you spouting..." Ange said disdainfully, "We're just out drinking and chatting. Do you think we, as commanders, have the time to think about these scheming things?"

Anjie didn't back down and immediately retaliated, but the disdain in her tone didn't match her contemptuous smile.

"In that case, please don't delay the maid corps' routine service for the Commander. Please make way..."

Ange immediately realized something and turned around. Dido was back behind her, seemingly waiting there all along, ready to cooperate with Sirius to drag her away.

Luo Fan immediately lost his temper and raised his hand to retort, "Hey, hey, hey, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever request this routine service procedure?"

“Oh my~” Ange raised an eyebrow: “You’re quite the player. It seems your little maids are very tolerant of you.”

“Uh… allow me to interrupt you, Miss Ange,” Dido spoke up for the first time, her tone serious, “the word ‘tolerance’ might be a bit of an oversimplification. For the Commander, the word ‘loyalty’ might be more appropriate.”

...Does this revision sound even stranger?

"I really didn't know you had this kind of fetish..."

Now, Anjie's eyes began to show a hint of disdain.

"Tsk, I already said I didn't make that request, can you please stop listening to her... Sirius, I... need you to calm down."

Luo Fan had intended to use the word "command," but it sounded very wrong, so he slightly modified the wording, but An Jie still scoffed at it.

Sirius bowed slightly and stood obediently to the side without saying much. Dido also took a few steps back and then moved to Luo Fan's side, thus forming a scene of a servant and his master.

Ange frowned slightly, but a strange smile inexplicably appeared on her lips: "I always thought that being a maid was just a simple role-playing game, and that changing out of the maid outfit meant they were officially entering the midlife crisis. But now it seems that the maid identity is entirely real..."

“No doubt about it,” Sirius raised his head, a haughty smile on his face: “The Royal Maid Corps will always be proud of Sirius’s intelligent and loving master.”

"...Intelligent, perhaps, but I did see her compassion." Ange retorted again.

Luo Fan had to wave his hand to indicate: "Alright, Sirius, that's enough. Go back and rest. We'll be back in two minutes."

"Then, please take care, my proud master."

Without the slightest hesitation, Sirius and Dido quietly left the office and returned to the lounge. Only after the door closed did Luo Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

"You really have all kinds of people around you. I thought the uniqueness of Ironblood Manufacturing was enough for us to mess around with."

"It was a bit of a hassle, but it turned out great."

Luo Fan nodded, then picked up the vodka from the ground and drank it all in one gulp.

Sister 45 is right. He may not spend that much money normally, but he does enjoy being around people, especially at home. There's nothing more blissful than having girls around him, chatting and laughing.

Although there may be some unnecessary troubles during the operation, it is not a problem. After all, they have already demonstrated their execution ability with practical actions, so there is no need for those unnecessary worries.

"Go back and rest. If we keep going like this, I'm afraid the two of them will wake up in even more danger, and then none of us will be able to sleep."

Whether it was the cold wind or not, Luo Fan shivered, huddled up, and prepared to leave.

Anjie naturally knew who those two people were and had no doubt about Luo Fan's concerns, so she nodded in agreement.

"It's time to get a good night's sleep and try to go home as soon as possible. I haven't seen that little girl sitting obediently at home yet."

Luo Fan was stunned for a moment, then looked at An Jie, who was still smiling. It seemed that no detail could escape her keen eyes, whether in battle or in life.

It seems he learned of Yingque's existence from the girls...

"Let's talk about it when we get back..."

I don't know when I'll see her again. Perhaps she's still sitting on her bed, staring blankly at that photo...

......

......

“Miss Yingque, Miss Pascal has returned to the bar, and she has brought some guests with her. She hopes you can meet them.”

"Really? Just a moment, I'll be right there..."

She glanced at the photo on the table again, put it away, straightened the hem of her black skirt, and then walked out of the room to greet her new, unfamiliar friends.

It hasn't been that long, but the difference between myself and my photo is really huge...

Thinking this, he found himself behind the bar, where Pascal was smiling, accompanied by several quiet women...

"Hmm? You're here, Yingque. Let me introduce you, Shrike..."

678 A Pleasant First Encounter

That day, several unfamiliar new friends came to the bar. Like the others from the company, they were dressed appropriately, calm and natural, and their brows revealed an undeniable professionalism. If they weren't in a bar, Yingque might have mistaken them for working women socializing.

"Let me briefly introduce them: Aphrodite, Vulcan, Juno, and Freyne. They are friends I've met through my daily work, and they might be staying at the bar for a while."

Pascal introduced the four women beside him, leaving Ying Que somewhat overwhelmed. She roughly sorted out each person's name, then nodded blankly, "Hmm... I understand...?"

Yingque's reaction was surprisingly cold, but Pascal knew perfectly well that the reason was simply that Luo Fan hadn't contacted his family for a long time, making her feel somewhat lonely...

And that head of white hair, it's so abnormal. Although he had heard the story of Donghuang's hair turning white overnight, Pascal only regarded it as a beautified anecdote. But Yingque's current state is really unbelievable.

“I hope to have your guidance in the days to come, Miss Yingque,” ​​Juno bowed politely, then extended her hand in a gesture of greeting. “I hope the shrike people will leave a good impression on you.”

"A shrike?" Yingque asked in confusion.

“Well, that’s the name of our project team,” Vulcan said with a light laugh, taking off his newsboy cap. “If you need a convenient way to refer to us, just call us that. By the way, we’re mostly in bars, so feel free to contact us if you need anything.”

"Uh, okay..."

Friendly, optimistic, and quick-witted, Yingque felt she wasn't good at dealing with this kind of person, but she never wanted to disappoint them. However, now, she really didn't know how to respond in a positive way.

However, a bouquet of flowers was suddenly spotted right in front of them...

Juno bowed slightly and presented the flowers to the girl's chest: "White calla lilies and white lilies, he told me that these are your favorite flowers and colors."

The single word "he" is enough to stir ripples in a heart as still as water.

"Luo Fan? Did Luo Fan tell you?"

Regardless of how the other party knew the name Luo Fan, Ying Que now only hoped to hear some news about him, even if it was just a sentence or a gift.

“Yes,” Juno smiled. “He knew we were coming and asked us to deliver this gift to you. Unfortunately, we were in a hurry and I haven’t had time to decorate it yet. If you would like, perhaps I can present you with a different view.”

Yingque's reaction was also the main reason for Juno's smile. Just as Pascal said, she was a devoted girl, and she could believe a comforting lie without any reason.

Perhaps psychological counseling isn't that difficult...

“Is that so? I understand,” she finally smiled, her only smile in months. “Thank you, Juno.”

She held the bouquet of flowers, and even without a rich expression, her joy was evident in her every gesture.

Dressed in a black dress with white hair and adorned with white flowers, she exudes the air of a noble oriental beauty behind the quiet bar. It's easy to understand why Luo Fan is so fond of her. Judging by her appearance alone, people's aesthetic sense transcends regions and eras, and she receives extremely high praise.

With such devoted affection and melancholy demeanor, how could one not feel pity for her?

Aphrodite couldn't help but step forward to comfort him: "Don't worry, he's just too busy right now, but his work and life are going very smoothly. I believe he'll be back by your side soon."

"Well, I hope so."

Seeing that their first encounter had gone very well, Pascal was quite satisfied, so he slowly stood up and picked up his bag...

"It seems we get along well, so I can rest assured. I should go back and finish my work now. Yingque, remember to let them know if you need anything."

Ying nodded in response, lowered her eyes and smiled, "As the host, I should also do my part in showing hospitality."

"That's true, after all, you have the same personality."

The girls had already experienced the way ordinary people treat guests, but this young woman truly put her words into action. Perhaps that's why everyone was willing to do their best to keep it a secret and protect her.

Before leaving the bar, Pascal looked back one last time. Vulcan had already started his project pitch, probably talking about his ideas for the bar's renovation. Freyne, on the other hand, remained silent, looking like she wanted to speak but couldn't get a word in edgewise. It seemed she should have encouraged her to be more outgoing.

However, Yingque now probably can't handle those chatterboxes anymore; she's quiet enough already...

Pascal thought to himself, turning his gaze back to the street, where people thronged and cars streamed by. New York was still moving toward a new era, seemingly having completely forgotten the horrific scars left on this land by the biochemical virus. But in the end, who would care?

If there are no relatives or friends in the quarantine zone, and no one is guided by the theory of threats, why would the people of White Eagle be interested in these events that are basically irrelevant to them? What is a zombie crisis as important as tomorrow's oil price increase and stock exchange rate?

Only these strangers would care about these things...

Pascal stopped thinking about it, picked up his bag, and planned to go get a cup of coffee before going back to the company to continue working. Today was another day of adapting to the times.

However, in the crowd, she spotted a familiar face...

The gray-haired woman, dressed in a striped suit, a fedora, and sunglasses, seemed to have noticed Pascal as well. She silently took off her sunglasses and looked in Pascal's direction.

Pascal's pupils dilated sharply, and she knew something was wrong. She was about to pick up the terminal when the distance between them closed, but the approaching distance made her abandon the idea.

The gray-haired woman's lips curled slightly as she put her sunglasses back on and pulled her hat down as she was about to pass Pascal.

We brushed past each other, like strangers meeting by chance, blending into the crowd...

......

"Ugh......"

One can only sigh and hope that things won't get too bad...

"Morrito, Morrito, are you still planning to get involved in the bar business? Aren't you afraid of going too far and making things irreversible?"

But considering Morido's intelligence and ruthless methods, these doubts seemed meaningless, and Pascal was powerless to interfere, so he could only continue forward.

......