The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

That's great, no pain—

The short sister of the judge looked at the venue where the battle had taken place, and roughly confirmed the direction.

"It should be right ahead, let's continue to chase!"

"Understood... Sister Judge."

After all, the two chased after UMP45, UMP40 and others in the direction they left.

Chapter 435

At the same time, on a platform outside Iron Blood, a beak with blood on his face was staring at the white short-haired tactical figure standing in front of him.

More than half of the snow-white long hair was burned by the flames, and it turned black. More than half of the coat on his body was burned, and even the clothes on his shoulders were burned, so that the beak could only cover his chest to block the pain of his chest. Spring light.

Seeing the white short-haired tactical figure constantly walking towards her, Beak subconsciously took a step back, but the cold railing blocked her waist.

The dust rubbed off by the leather boots fell from the platform, and it was not until several seconds later that there was the sound of soil and stones falling to the ground.

"I didn't expect to be driven to a dead end by an old-fashioned guy like you." Beak said with a sneer, wiping the artificial blood at the corner of his mouth.

"It's not that I'm too strong, but that your spear skills are too bad." The short-haired white-haired tactical figure smiled and said in a casual tone: "With your driving skills, you can't hit an elephant even if you put it there."

"Can you really say that, the old-fashioned tactical doll, do you think that you can become fashionable and handsome with white hair?"

"That's right, but it's a pity that it's not me, but you—the iron-blooded tactical figure."

A grenade glowing red was thrown in front of Beak.

Although the beak jumped over the railing for the first time, it was still involved in the electromagnetic shock wave generated by the explosion of the grenade.

"Wait, white-haired turtle, I have to settle accounts with you later!" Beak raised two middle fingers at his defeated opponent.

Then the iron-blooded tactical humanoid beak that lost its own motorcycle fell into the big pit, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Iron-Blood Mastermind Eliza suddenly opened her eyes and said, "The beak was defeated."

"By whom?" "Is she okay?" Qin En and Lycoris asked this question respectively.

Elisa first answered Lyco: "No problem, we have activated the quick repair module, restored the beak from the repair cabin, and configured a brand new motorcycle."

"It's fine."

After Lyco breathed a sigh of relief, Eliza answered Qin En's question: "The other party is a tactical figure with short white hair. The battle happened suddenly. We just recorded a part of the scene—"

In the projection is the side profile of a white-haired tactical figure, which is in a state of high-speed movement from the appearance, so the picture is blurred and only the white hair and the strange armor on the body can be seen.

Qin En stroked his chin and said, "I feel that if I hadn't been involved in this matter, you might really die here."

Lycoris expressed his thanks solemnly: "Thank you very much for your help to our Iron Blood."

"I'm not asking you for credit, I'm just talking about it—tsk, I can only say that the people who planned this really spent their money."

It's impossible to deal with people who have invested so much capital without a little hard work.

"It won't be long before all the invaders will be wiped out." Eliza said firmly.

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The escape process was not all smooth sailing, and UMP45 and UMP40 also encountered many enemies during the process of leaving the iron-blooded factory.

Those with large shields, double knives, machine guns, and iron-blooded dogs (soldier ants)...there are a lot of them.

Compared with the elite iron-blooded figures, these things are only a little more in number, but because of the existence of these iron-blooded miscellaneous soldiers, the steps of the human-dolls to leave the iron-blooded industry have also been seriously delayed.

"It's annoying, there's always a constant stream of enemies coming."

UMP45's irritated mood was not relieved by the elimination of the nearby iron blood site.

UMP40 noticed the special structure of the nearby space, and suggested: "Why don't we blast this place?"

"Then try it." After thinking for a while, UMP45 felt that this was reliable.

Then UMP40 agreed and said to Colt Revolver and his doll: "Let's block this place!"

"No problem, Captain, but after we leave, you have to treat us to Coke."

"Of course, you can drink as much as you want!" UMP40 generously promised.

As tactical dolls, they may not be as good as ordinary soldiers in a single combat ability, but they have a lot of miscellaneous skills.

Dismantling other dolls, self-repair on the battlefield, building demolition, reconnaissance and vigilance, labor... This kind of work is something that dolls often do.

Soon they emptied the ammunition of this stronghold, and then placed bombs and some dangerous things in this underground space according to its terrain structure.

The UMP40 also took the opportunity to rub out the leads and the remote control device.

"Let's detonate here after we go a little further." UMP45 said.

However, when everyone was about to turn around and leave, Colt Revolver suddenly became vigilant.

"Captain! Something is coming!"

"Um?!"

UMP45 and UMP40 froze.

"Is it chasing soldiers? Why did it come so much faster than expected?" UMP45 asked in amazement.