Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Thanks a lot."

If this bathtub had a soul, it would surely nod at him with tears in its eyes, wouldn't it?

Aside from myself, every time the girls come in to take a bath, it's torture for this bathtub.

Thinking about it that way, it's quite interesting.

With this in mind, Luo Fan began to take off his clothes, hang them on the clothes rack, and take down a towel, placing it next to the bathtub.

The generator at home allowed the air conditioner to provide heating, so Luo Fan didn't wear many clothes at home. With just a few simple items, Luo Fan was ready to get into the bathtub.

The water temperature is just right, relaxing without cooling down too quickly.

"Phew... Even though it's not the first time, it always feels especially enjoyable."

Being able to take a hot shower in such terrible conditions is something to be thankful for.

By the way, Luo Fan also locked the door this time to prevent anyone from disturbing him. Although he couldn't stop the girls from forcibly breaking the door if they wanted to, they should understand his intentions after discovering that the door was locked.

To avoid being noticed by outsiders, they didn't turn on any of the main lights in the house, including the bathroom, relying solely on a small hallway light to see what was happening inside.

The light was dim, but enough for him to see the layout of the bathroom. This dim light was just right for relaxing in the bath, without being boring.

For a moment, even the tension and determination felt while planning were forgotten, as if they had never happened...

......

in the living room

The girls are still here, some drinking, some eating candy, all waiting to take a bath.

But this did not affect their discussion.

After Luo Fan left, and her sisters were no longer there, M16's gaze immediately turned much colder.

She took out a new can of beer and threw it to the executioner next to her.

"To put it simply, I don't entirely agree with the Commander's ideas, but we must prioritize his orders, so..."

But before she could finish speaking, the dreamer, who was sucking on a lollipop, snapped the stick off and sat up from the sofa.

"Do you want to question him, or do you want to rebel?"

AA12 quickly pressed her back down.

M16 glanced at her coldly and said listlessly, "How could that be? Even for this thing, I would never betray him."

After saying that, M16 raised the hand wearing the ring.

The dreamer stopped questioning and adjusted back to his original sitting posture.

"What I mean is, if anything unexpected happens, everyone keep an eye on the commander. I don't care what you use, just block the bullets. If anyone is closest and the commander gets hit first, I'll hold you responsible..."

Her tone was like an ice cave, subconsciously sending a chill down everyone's spine.

But everyone understood her thoughts, so no one questioned her.

They all knew without her saying it...

PS: EDDNB!

163 Insomnia

That night, Luo Fan couldn't sleep.

Compared to the girls, he was just as worried. Although he had a general plan, he couldn't help feeling nervous before putting it into action.

It's even possible that some symptoms similar to anxiety disorder have appeared.

Luo Fan wasn't sure how the Rebellious Squad could sleep so soundly; perhaps they had simply grown accustomed to this environment...

He tossed and turned in bed, trying to close his eyes, but his mind kept wandering.

He wanted to hug AK12, but he was afraid of disturbing the other person's rest, so he had to give up.

However, with the tactical dolls' keen senses, these movements around them were quite obvious to them, provided they noticed them.

Just as Luo Fan was in distress, a hand reached out from behind and wrapped around his chest.

He was somewhat surprised. Had he really woken someone up? And who was behind him...?

Then, a clear, cool voice answered his question.

"Commander, are you having trouble sleeping?"

"...Maybe, I'm thinking about tomorrow night."

AK15 was awakened by Luo Fan's movements, and she was also somewhat worried about his mental state.

Although she was the executor, she was also aware of the problems that Luo Fan, as a decision-maker, needed to face, and the commander in front of her seemed to be quite different from before, and perhaps not as good at commanding as he used to be.

If that's the case, then it's quite normal for him to hesitate because of a crucial task.

AK15 thought Luo Fan was worried about the success or failure of tomorrow's mission, but Luo Fan was only worried about whether he and the girls could get out unscathed.

"You don't need to think too much. You just need to do what you should do as a decision-maker, and leave the rest to us."

AK15 tightened her arms, holding the man in her arms like a doll, seemingly wanting to offer him emotional support.

Luo Fan never expected that AK15, a woman known for her straightforward and uncompromising nature, would have such a "romantic" side. It was quite comical for him that this had happened.

Anyone familiar with weapons like the AK12 and RPK16 wouldn't find this strange...

But perhaps it is precisely this contrast that makes it so precious.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave it to you. I just need to know what to do."

As if relieved, the man couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, his worries did not lessen much; it was just that the embrace of the AK15 made him feel extremely safe.

Moreover, just because she's holding him doesn't mean she won't sleep. Logically and emotionally, he shouldn't move around anymore.

"Sleep well. It's good to think things through before acting, but you can't let it affect your state of mind."

"Um......"

Luo Fan rolled over and hugged the AK15 to his chest.

His last whisper still lingered in her ears.

"Thank you......"

With just one sentence, the gratitude between the two, who were not good with words, was fully expressed.

Locked in the man's arms, in an environment where no one could see, a faint smile inexplicably appeared on the corners of her lips, which were as dark as the Dead Sea.

It's a pity he didn't get to see it, at least not now...

......

At least some people can fall asleep peacefully in the embrace of others, but not everyone can die peacefully like that...

M16 and the girls from Ironblood Factory sat on the balcony, either drinking alcohol, coffee, or snacking—doing absolutely nothing related to feeling sleepy.

Although M16 came from Griffin, she later became a member of Ironblood Industries. However, she stayed here not for official business, but simply because they wanted to.

Currently, the leaders of the Ironblood Works have all gathered here, and several black shadows have appeared on the balcony, like terrifying ghosts.

But the way they sat together gave the impression of a meeting of gang leaders.

Perhaps because it was too quiet, the executioner asked with a smile, "It's so late, why isn't anyone asleep?"

But as soon as she asked the question, the dreamer looked at her with disdain.

"Then what are you doing sitting here?"

"Me? I'm here to drink with M16."

After saying that, she pulled out a bottle of whiskey and three old-fashioned glasses from under the table and placed them in front of her.

Needless to say, it's just the three old drunkards together again...

"Tch..."

The dreamer bit the candy in his mouth and stopped looking at the other person.

The agents are only standing here because they can't sleep, and as leaders of the Ironblood Works, they might exchange some useful information, but it seems unlikely now.

She sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee in her hand, exuding an air of authority without being angry. Due to the pyramid-like relationship built by the Iron Blood Workers in the past, apart from M16 and the Dreamers, even the Executioners dared not sit near the agents.

M16 already possesses a high degree of autonomy within Ironblood Manufacturing. Dreamers are simply giving up. This isn't the original world, so I naturally don't need to listen to you.

The executioner poured the wine into an old-fashioned glass and placed it in front of M16.

The other person simply accepted the glass without a word and picked it up.

She stared at the amber-colored liquid, her expression aloof and unfathomable.

The executioner and the alchemist glanced at her, but showed no interest. They simply poured themselves a drink and downed it in one gulp.

"Hiss... Ah, it feels so good to drink this while the cold wind is blowing!"

The executioner couldn't help but raise his voice slightly.

"Keep your voice down, Master is still resting..."

The agent poured cold water on the executioner's head, but didn't even glance at him.

The executioner was disappointed, but he couldn't say anything, since what the other party said was indeed true.

Everyone was enjoying their free time, but only M16 was thinking about tomorrow.

Given their current firepower, they should have no problem breaking through, but the trouble will be the aftermath. All sorts of problems, big and small, will follow, and they will be exhausted from dealing with these trivial matters.

Moreover, since commanders want to live a relatively peaceful life afterward, they inevitably need to keep their behavior as low-key as possible.

Of course, he also had a backup plan: to strike at those who were misanthropic.

But the question is, how effective would an air raid from the original world be here?

She still couldn't be sure...

In any case, this is a powerful backup plan. In addition, with two heavy firepower units from Ironblood Manufacturing here, many things are much easier to solve, especially with Agent and Dreamer on board.

The agents are even more formidable, like human walking artillery turrets; tyrants might not even need them to take action personally.

From this perspective, things actually become much simpler, provided that no one discovers it...

......

Even the commander couldn't persuade me!

M16 glanced at the agent's skirt, a barely perceptible hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.

How did she manage to sit down with four cannons strapped to her legs...?

But she ultimately didn't ask, which was rather awkward.

However, at least without considering exposure, they could easily push their way through.

But the agent's cannon needs a cooldown...

Prolonged continuous firing might cause overload or other issues, potentially rendering the cannon unusable. Although the commander has a quick repair contract, this might not be good for the agent himself.

No one knows what M16 is thinking right now; everyone is doing their own thing, enjoying the calm before the storm.

“M16, what are you thinking about? Aren’t you going to drink? Whiskey doesn’t taste good if it’s left out to dry for too long, you know that.”

From the moment he started, M16 had been staring at his wine glass, seemingly deep in thought, which puzzled the executioner.

Would someone who drinks frequently just leave their alcohol exposed to the air like that? Probably not...

M16 glanced at the executioner and shook his head: "No, it's nothing."

After saying that, she picked up her wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

But compared to a few minutes ago, it's gotten a little different...

This was quite unusual to the executioner and alchemist.

"What are you thinking about?"

The executioner propped his head up with his hand, frowning as he looked at the other man.

The girls are the same; M16 seems to be out of sorts right now.

"Should we go and rest? We shouldn't let it affect tomorrow's operation. After all, you're the one who threatened us."