Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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Ying Que remained remarkably calm, which surprised the men in front of him. Hadn't their imposing presence intimidated them?

"No, we need to see him in person. We need to discuss business matters. Your boss has a deal with us."

"I'm sorry, we run a legitimate small business and do not engage in private transactions with unknown parties. I think you may have come to the wrong person."

Yingque roughly guessed that Luo Fan had another business role outside, but in White Eagle, where tax evasion was tantamount to a death sentence, she didn't think Luo Fan would do anything illegal or disorderly. Moreover, these guys in front of her didn't look like good people at all, and they didn't even show any professionalism. Their motives must be impure.

Seeing that his attempts to persuade her were ineffective, the other party changed the subject: "...Alright, may I ask what your relationship is with the owner here?"

"Employment relationship."

To avoid unnecessary risks, he certainly couldn't reveal the true nature of his relationship with Hertha, otherwise it would be giving the other party an opportunity to take advantage of him.

The group exchanged glances, then revealed arrogant sneers, as if they had never cared about the answer from the beginning.

"That's not bad. Even if we're not a couple, you can still give us a warning."

Ying Que frowned slightly and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Then, her face turned deathly pale as she saw the other person pull out a black handgun from behind his back...

Oh no...

"Of course I want you to call my dear bartender... Pfft!"

Before the threat could end, Morse strode forward and punched the man in the stomach, lifting him up with unimaginable force before slamming him to the ground.

The accomplices around him stood frozen in place, never expecting that their only armed comrade would be taken down by a white-haired woman. They wanted to help, but seeing their companion's miserable state, they dared not make a move.

Morse never showed any mercy to those who disturbed his peace, especially since this time the target was her...

"You shouldn't have threatened her like that..."

Yingque instinctively stepped back, vaguely hearing Morse's whisper. Then he saw Morse raise his fist and smash it into the other's cheek. With just one punch, Morse's teeth were knocked out, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he lost the oppressive aura that terrified ordinary people.

Then, more long-haired women dressed in black rushed in from all corners of the bar, pinning the troublemakers to the ground. Before they could even scream and resist, they were rendered incapacitated.

“Let’s go, Miss Yingque,” ​​the agent said quietly, appearing behind them unnoticed. “It’s not safe here. Leave the rest to them.”

"Um......"

Under the agent's protection, Yingque returned to the second floor. She didn't look back for a moment, but the screams of the other party kept echoing in her ears. It was conceivable that Morse had given her a good talking-to. The girl from Donghuang had never seen such a situation before, so it was inevitable that she was frightened.

She sat quietly on the sofa, and her agent stopped doing housework and sat with her. During this time, the two had developed a deep friendship, and their relationship had changed from that of master and servant to that of friends.

"Miss Agent...?"

Ying Que leaned back on the sofa, her voice trembling slightly, a far cry from her calm demeanor just minutes before.

"what happened?"

The agent naturally responded with considerable patience to the girl.

"Do you think Luo Fan has really run into some trouble outside? Why are people constantly coming here to cause him trouble?"

......

"Perhaps so. After all, things have been quite chaotic in White Eagle lately. But please rest assured, Master is doing well. He also asked me to tell you that there is no need to worry, he will be back as soon as possible."

"Yeah......?"

Whether it's a comfort or not, just hearing his promise, whether it comes from his mouth or not, always has the power to soothe oneself.

She always believed in him, unwaveringly and without hesitation...

Even the reason why those gray hairs appeared no longer seemed to matter...

597 "Rebirth" 1

"Morido, the person has been brought back this time."

"Really? I'll be there soon. Keep an eye on them."

......

Twenty minutes later, a white van drove into the back alley of the bar. The agent, who was sitting on a chair, heard the engine revving and glanced out the small window, where he saw a familiar figure.

"What the hell do you want from us?! I already told you, someone just gave us seven thousand dollars to bring the bar owner's wife out, we didn't mean to hurt her!"

The agent's actions caused the man on the ground to struggle again. His companions had all passed out from the prolonged beating, leaving only him conscious, though he was mostly unconscious. His hands were also bound, and no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't get the bastard in the maid outfit to answer him.

The agent glanced at it with slight annoyance before opening the bolted wooden door behind him. With three chains and two bolts, it was clear that this room was designed to lock people up.

Several women dressed in black office lady outfits entered the room. Apart from the mature woman with short hair at the head, the rest of them were all wearing sunglasses and their faces were expressionless. This gave the man the illusion that all eyes were on him, and fear immediately welled up in his heart.

"So, these are the troublemakers who came today, six people in total, a bit few..."

After examining her closely, Morido shook her head in feigned disappointment, which made the agent who had been guarding the place for a long time frown deeply.

“They were just hired to threaten her,” he said, then changed the subject: “So what do you need these people for? You’ve killed too many people lately, and if this continues, it will easily attract the attention of the authorities.”

However, Morido just sneered and leaned down to gently pat the man's already distorted cheek: "You can rest assured, no one will notice. I have already confirmed the identities of these people."

"Right, Jamie Ferrico? Smoking weeds, gambling, alcoholism, a murderer with a criminal record, three stints in jail, registered unemployed, a true social scumbag. Even if he suddenly disappeared from the streets one day, no one would be curious or sorry for him."

The man was clearly enraged by this stark reality. Despite his serious injuries, he still straightened up and said, "What does this have to do with you?! If this bastard next to me hadn't gambled away my last three hundred dollars, I could have gone for another drink. Why would I risk everything for seven thousand dollars?"

He was referring to his unconscious accomplice beside him, but Morido had no interest in this weak excuse and said disdainfully, "Of course you would. That's seven thousand dollars. Unless Lady Luck hears your dead grandfather's dying prayers, you won't earn that much money in two years. Seven thousand dollars to tie up a weak Eastern girl, it's still a worthwhile deal."

After expressing her disgust without reservation, Morido snorted twice and continued, "However, there is now an opportunity for you to be reborn. As for the outcome, it depends on whether you can seize it."

"What do you want?"

Seemingly grasping at a straw, the man abandoned his stubborn attitude and began to wag his tail and beg for mercy.

"...Take him away."

Morido simply murmured something behind her, and the Nieto group immediately stepped forward. Before the man could resist, they gagged him, covered everyone's heads with sacks, and forcibly carried him into the freight car.

The agent never understood Morido's plan and remained quite curious about Paradis's actions...

"This is the third time already. Where exactly are you planning to take these people?"

“The literal meaning,” Morido sneered, “Given a new life, they may have the opportunity to pioneer a new era with us.”

The ambiguous answer left the agent without any further questions. Nieto and his men packed the person into the car, and Morido returned to the driver's seat, rolled up the window, and quickly drove away from the scene.

"Don't worry, no one will find out."

Once the vehicle disappeared from sight, Morido added another sentence in the cloud map, and then there was no further communication.

...That would be for the best. Although they always passively resist, they have killed and taken hostage quite a few people recently. If any of them were to be reported, it would become a major case, and they might even be nominated for the year with the most missing persons in New York.

Just because Morido and her group needed these people, they didn't even know what they were supposed to do...

......

"Ugh... Ugh!!!"

Jamie doesn't remember how long he was in the darkness, only that after getting off the bus, he was struck again and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself sitting in a wheelchair.

"Take him to Department Zero. Messerschmitt is free right now, let her handle this batch of new reagents."

"Ok."

I could only hear a muffled conversation before the wheelchair beneath me started moving. I could clearly feel someone pushing the wheelchair and taking me to a certain location.

The burlap sack on his head was still on, but the fabric was quite rough with gaps, allowing him to see slightly outside. He seemed to be in a hospital; the corridor was dark, with only some sections lit. He could see many doctors in white coats moving around, and...

Why is there so much blood on the ground...?

"Go tell Supervisor Wittgenstein that two batches of reagents arrived today, seventeen people in total. Nine were eliminated, and the rest..."

"Where is Dr. Ludwig? The anesthesiology department's drug supply has been cut off. There will be no more drugs tonight, and we can't start testing the new reagents."

"She seems to be with Director Messerschmitt. You'll have to wait five hours; they're busy preparing the new reagents."

I could hear intermittent, cold voices talking, all of them women. Was this a hospital, or somewhere else?

Jamie was starting to lose his senses, feeling dizzy and wanting to vomit up the olives and smoked sausages he had eaten that day.

"No, no!!! Don't take me back, I won't do it again, I'll do better next time! Ahhhhhh!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream immediately jolted Jamie back to his senses, forcing him to reconsider his situation...

What was that shout just now? Did someone do something wrong? Or is this actually an interrogation room? Was he brought here for this purpose?

But then, the wheelchair was pushed into a room, spun around, secured, and finally, someone removed his hood...

598 "Rebirth" 2

Standing before him was a female doctor in a white coat and round-framed glasses. Her expression was calm, but her features were exceptionally delicate. Her long black hair reached her waist. In a patient's eyes, she would be a doctor who would make an excellent first impression—provided, of course, that one ignored the other person nearby, hidden by a heavy gown, and the pile of inexplicable drugs and syringes beside her...

His masculine instincts led him to unconsciously focus his gaze on the female doctor's perfect curves, but a sudden loud noise snapped him back to reality. He then realized that a mangled corpse lay on the hospital bed beside him, and the man in the blouse was frantically striking the body...

"Damn it, I shouldn't have welded this damn little thing so tightly in the first place. Ugh, it's such a hassle to take it off now."

The voice sounded like that of a young woman. The dim light made it impossible to see the condition of the corpse, but the head looked like it had been smashed. The strong smell of blood constantly alerted Jamie's nerves, making him want to struggle and escape. However, his limbs were too tightly bound to the wheelchair, which was also firmly fixed in place, so he could not move at all.

Soon, just as he was thinking about what to say to beg for mercy, the female doctor pushed a screen in from the side and placed it in front of him. It was fixed in place by a stand, and the female doctor went back to her work of dispensing medicine.

Soon, a figure appeared on the screen. It was clear from her figure that she was female, but the strong light made it impossible to see her features clearly. She seemed to be sitting in the shadows, sitting upright and leaning slightly forward. Jamie couldn't help but feel scared. Who was this damned madman?

"Hello, I am Cerina Wittgenstein, you can also call me Dr. Wittgenstein. Don't be nervous, you are now in 'paradise'. We understand that you face many difficulties in modern society, including economic, psychological, familial, and sexual challenges. Therefore, we have brought you here for treatment. We believe that this will make you more perfect and allow you to appear in front of your familiar friends and family in a better light. So please wait a moment, it will begin soon..."

Jamie wanted to curse out of fear, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only protest with muffled noises. But this had no effect on these lunatics; they certainly wouldn't care what he wanted to say.

"Ugh! Tsk, finally got this thing off. Hurry up, Heinz, I'm all ready."

The man in the smock finally managed to remove the object from the corpse. Jamie examined it closely; it looked like something like aviator goggles? He wasn't sure, but it certainly wasn't anything good...

"Don't rush," the female doctor finally spoke, her voice as cold as expected: "We need to confirm first whether our patient is willing to accept treatment."

Before Jamie could respond, the bastard in the smock pressed his head and nodded twice, forcibly giving him his "agreement."

"Okay, let's start with the first step... amphetamine..."

Having said that, he took out a syringe filled with yellow liquid and slowly held it to his...eyes...! Damn it!

Jamie began to struggle frantically, his eyes fixed directly on the needle tip at such close range. How could he possibly bear it? But the struggle seemed pointless at this moment, and the slight trembling made the female doctor's expression gradually become impatient.

Soon, the gloves of the smock pressed down on his head again, with a force that was beyond comprehension. He was completely unable to move, as if his spine was fixed in place by something.

"Tsk, you rascal, this is for your own good, you know? Getting a shot, we'll never enjoy the benefits of intramuscular injections in our entire lives."

"Don't move, it will hurt more if you move..."

The female doctor warned again, but Jamie had no room to struggle. She watched as the doctor lowered the needle slightly, positioned it against her lower eyelid, and then inserted it...

"Uhhhhh!!!"

The intense pain prompted Jamie to react again. He had received injections before, but this was the first time he had been injected in such a place. The pain was so intense that he wished he could shoot himself right then and there!

But it wasn't over yet. You still had to press the syringe to inject the medication. Those few seconds felt longer than listening to a priest ramble on all day in prison.

The needle was pulled out, and he thought it was over, but the doctor did it again on the other eyelid. When the entire injection process was over, Jamie felt tears and snot flowing out of his nose, and he also felt intense pain.

"Hmm... I should have taken some muscle relaxant first, but never mind, it's fine now. Just bear with it, it'll hurt even more later."

After saying that, the female doctor changed the syringe and administered new medication. This time, however, the injection was administered directly to the body, and the pain was much more tolerable than before. There shouldn't be anything more painful than this...

"Alright, now for the main event, hehehe..."

After the doctor finished the injection, the guy inside the smock came up and put a pair of strangely styled aviator glasses on Jamie's face. In that instant, everything in front of him turned green, and then they were taken off. Jamie's years of experience with video games made him realize quickly that it was a night vision device.

“Hmm, the size is just right,” the smocked woman said with a wicked smile. “Well then, now it’s time for you and your new toy to spend some time together.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he pulled a green electric drill from inside his smock. Looking at the still blood-stained nails on the night vision goggles, Jamie seemed to have already figured out the madman's purpose...

"Uhhhhh!!!"

It was still a futile resistance. The female doctor had left, leaving only the woman in the smock torment herself. Now, she was wearing night vision goggles on her head, and the implants were causing a stinging sensation behind her temples...

"Just like Dr. Heinz just said, don't move, the more you move, the more it will hurt. This is not a shot, I'm not kidding."

This is definitely not a shot!

"Waaaaaahh ...

All he remembers is a flash of blood red before his eyes. Jamie fainted from the pain. Messerschmitt embedded the night vision goggles in his head, which could not be removed by hand and had to be put on by himself.

When Jamie woke up again, he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by three other people who had also just woken up and were wearing night vision goggles just like him.

Before them lay a massive mansion, with at least seven corpses lying on the railings on the second floor and near the stairs.

"Rebirth begins."

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