Girls Frontline: Griffin Security

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[Information that can be disclosed now]

FOND FLATNECHON:

President of the Eagle Federation, officially took office in the autumn of 2047.

Before running for election, he had already begun to stir up the enthusiasm of the federal people through the newspapers under his own industry...while also boasting about his personal halo, a process that had been going on for decades.

As the federal economy was deteriorating year by year, his actions naturally worked... Unknowingly, the Eagle Federation was no longer the country that claimed to be enlightened and free, and the people began to become fanatical and extreme: they would smash the head of every anti-war protester with a baseball bat... or report the black spots of the enemy country with exaggeration to cover up the fact that "shooting is happening every day" in their own country.

As a result, major federal newspapers that were once dedicated to the pursuit of truth also died one after another.

They died in a funeral with "only flowers but no coffin"...

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After drinking the ginger ale on the table in one gulp, Xu Bin frowned.

Something seems to be wrong...

Mr. Tom on the stage is obviously not a rich man. Why did he hire an AR team to protect him and complete the performance?

Did he think something unexpected would happen during this performance?

Thinking of this, Xu Bin became alert to his surroundings:

"40, remember to pay attention to your surroundings. There may be emergencies later."

"Eh?"

UMP40 threw it away nervously and reached into the backpack on her lap...her submachine gun was hidden there.

Signaling the other party not to be nervous, Xu Bin then began to look around:

The audiences who come to the bar to watch the talk show seem to be old customers here. They will chat with each other across the table from time to time. This is probably the reason why Tom has not been hit on the head yet...

I am currently in a corner next to the stage, with a back door behind me leading to the fire escape. This location is generally safe.

...

Bang!

Just as Xu Bin lowered his head in deep thought, there was a loud noise outside the bar door, and then a black bodyguard flew in straight away...

Yes, this description is not exaggerated at all, he really flew in! He fell heavily to the ground and there was no sound...

Looking outside the door, I saw a van parked there... After knocking the bodyguard away, it immediately backed up and let in a group of young men armed with sticks and U-locks.

"Everyone, stop moving!"

A boy in a peaked cap came in and shouted:

"We are members of the 'Flatnechon Youth Group'. We heard that someone was about to express a wrong opinion here, so we came here to investigate!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered his followers to snatch the mobile phones that were used by the audience to record or broadcast live.

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After watching the video, the young man in the baseball cap was so angry that his face almost turned green. He immediately threw the phones to the ground:

"How dare you make a sarcastic remark about the President? You guys are receiving money from foreign countries, right?"

"Still doing live broadcasts on YouTube... Didn't I know that YouTube was bought by Allied businessmen before the war?"

Giving Tom an angry glare, the young men waited for a response.

But at this moment, Tom no longer had the energy to defend himself.

He had actually anticipated the arrival of these people, but he didn't expect their methods to be so extreme...

The black bodyguard who was hit by the vehicle and was seriously injured is now starting to breathe weaker... He must be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, Tom walked off the stage, holding the injured man behind him and said:

".....Let me ask someone to send the injured to the hospital first, and then I will accept any treatment you give me, please."

"No, everyone present here is not allowed to leave until the problem is explained clearly!"

"Do you think it's okay to praise the president to the skies? The Praise Act was amended again yesterday to prohibit 'malicious praise'!"

As if they were upholding justice, the armed young men held their heads high and spoke angrily after blocking the door.

Tom was therefore caught in a dilemma... He couldn't run away, and calling the police wouldn't work either, because the police were more afraid of them than he was!

So what to do...

Just when he was puzzled, the bodyguard lying on the ground suddenly coughed twice:

"Tom...."

"Martin? Don't say anything yet, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

"Continue...with your...plan..."

The bodyguard pointed to a camera on the wall and said weakly to Tom:

"The camera can... record. Everything goes according to... the plan, and then... escape with the video..."

"Martin..." Tom looked behind him guiltily, then recalled his plan:

He gave a speech in the bar, lured the members of the "Flatnexion Youth Group" over... then used his excellent eloquence to engage in a debate with them, and finally escaped with the on-site video recording, in order to awaken the hearts of the federal people that were corroded by rust.

This is his great plan full of loopholes...Our naive Mr. Tom seems to be unaware that this group of fanatical armed men never reason with others. They prefer to just put a accusation on the other party and beat them up.

As soon as he raised his head and chest again, the young men seemed to sense the contempt from the other side, and they broke down their defenses one by one:

"You're not pretending to be a damn spy anymore, are you?"

"Let's beat him up first."

"on!"

After spitting for a long time, they finally plucked up their courage. One of the men with glasses raised his iron rod and rushed forward...

bang-

A harsh echo sounded in the room, coming from the collision of metal.

Rubbing his wrist that was numb from the shock, the man with glasses looked angrily at the boy in front of him:

"who are you?"

"Griffin Security Company, Boss!"

thump--!

Xu Bin turned around and kicked the man with glasses away, then rushed forward...

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When the AR team finally escaped the search and rushed to the bar panting, Xu Bin had already started bandaging his wounds under the scolding of UMP40.

"I've already told you not to do it yourself, Commander. Just leave it to me!"

"This one doesn't count, the injury wasn't caused by them..."

"Getting hurt is not okay!"

After picking out the glass shards from the wound, UMP40 poured half a bottle of alcohol on it, causing Xu Bin to scream in pain.

It seems that she is really angry this time...

The commander always believed in his own strength too much. In the end, he stepped on a puddle of wine on the ground during the fight and sat on the broken glass...

At that moment, the chrysanthemums were in full bloom!

...

The members of the AR team didn't know what was going on. They just walked forward with a puzzled attitude. RO635 asked softly:

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine now, but the wound is a bit painful from the alcohol burning it!"

Xu Bin responded without even looking up, and kindly reminded:

"The bar is closed today. The owner took the injured to the hospital. As for the talk show...Mr. Tom is busy in the office right now."

"Commander...they seem to be humanoid..."

UMP40 suddenly said softly:

"I can identify the other party using the Zener protocol."

"what?"

Humanoid?

Suddenly remembering why he came to the Eagle Federation, Xu Bin raised his head and looked at the visitors...

There were five girls carrying guitar cases on their backs. They all looked at UMP40 with the same puzzled expression.

He quickly took out the command tablet from his bag and operated it, and the AR team's dolls finally received the commander's identification signal.

M4A1 was immediately startled. She walked forward slowly like a child who had done something wrong, touched her hair that was dyed gasoline green, and asked:

"...Commander, are you... okay?"