Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

Someone tried to control her, but she pinned him to the ground with one hand and crushed his head. But that wasn't all. A group of masked men kicked down the company gate. They were also armed and seemed to be her accomplices.

When you try to escape, you find that all the company's fire doors have closed, leaving you with no space to escape...

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Luo Fan raised his rifle and began indiscriminately attacking the company's employees. He first targeted the closest targets, who fell in the first wave of fire. Hacking into the fire doors left them with nowhere to escape. The only viable option was to go upstairs, but the elevators had limited capacity, so most people opted for the stairs.

"Leave no one alive."

"receive"

The group split up, and those with nowhere to retreat reached out to beg for mercy, but were met only with merciless bullets. Luo Fan switched to a shotgun and began a cathartic massacre. This action was not only to create social terror, but also to vent his hatred for himself. He wanted those people to realize that the person they had tried so hard to kill had not yet fallen beneath the ruins. He had crawled out of that hell alive, and he would bring back the reality they feared most to wash this country clean.

This massacre was just the beginning...

"Run, run!"

"Don't shoot! Don't...!"

[Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang bang...]

They didn't even install a muffler, as if they wanted everyone to realize that something bad had happened.

The first floor was quickly cleared, and the group began clearing upwards along the stairs, layer by layer, to ensure that no one could survive the massacre.

AA12 kicked open the conference room entrance and began to unleash her fury. Unusually, she showed no hesitation or worry during the attack. She agreed with Luo Fan's explanation that this was an outburst, a revenge for the harm done to them. Even if these people were innocent, it didn't mean they would forgive them; this was the price to pay.

"Where do you think you're going?! Hehehe, gather together, that's the only way to make it more fun to break through!"

The metrologist rushed down the corridor carrying the launcher, while the alchemists and executioners silently chased after the lone thieves. Adeline stood among them, surveying her surroundings. Ah... this was the pleasure time the Commander had promised her...

"We're gathered here simply to have fun..."

An electric current began to leak from her fingers. Using the heartbeat sensor, she could see the victims trembling behind the wall, their fear mirroring her own. Only by empathizing with their pain could she experience unparalleled pleasure.

"All these souls have gathered in one place, along with this gift for which we are grateful."

With powerful bodies and unbridled resources, we can finally fulfill the mission we were born to undertake...

She smashed down the door and stepped inside. The firelight flickered briefly, followed by another terrifying wail. This was what she had been seeking, what he had promised.

Grabbing the dying victim from the ground, Adeline forcibly pulled his head and spine out.

"Ah...it's truly mesmerizing, can you see it...? Commander?"

Her smile was twisted and eerie, with a morbid beauty; perhaps designing her image to be too elegant was a beautiful mistake.

The camera pans upwards, showing the victims and girls running through corridors and doors being forcibly pried open. Some might try to escape via the fire escape stairs on the exterior walls, but as soon as they appear outside the building, the girls, acting as snipers, will immediately shoot them to ensure that no one leaves alive.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the surveillance cameras beneath the ceiling continued to rotate rhythmically, their red lights still recording everything that was happening...

......

"What...?"

Ying Que was deeply shocked by the scene before him. The television inexplicably played a surveillance video showing a group of people shooting indiscriminately at employees inside a company. This was not even a robbery; they had come here to kill people.

Moreover, even with her face covered, she could still recognize the faces in the picture, many of whom were people she knew.

Or even...

"Ha ha......!"

In the video, the man slowly removed his mask, revealing a handsome yet weathered face.

But it was the person she least expected...

How could it be you...?

What started as purposeful shooting turned into an outburst of negative emotions. Luo Fan no longer cared whether these people would remember him or not; it didn't matter anymore, since they couldn't escape anyway.

"These are all what you deserve..."

His pace quickened, his expression twisted with rage, and the speed at which he pulled the trigger chilled the survivors to the bone.

"After all this time, what have we done for? So that you bunch of bastards who aid and abet evil can live in peace? Is the price we've paid merely a trivial KB attack in the news?"

His fragile body was reduced to pieces by the powerful firepower, and his speed of advance only increased. His anger turned into madness. The bodies of innocent people lay scattered on the ground, but he did not hesitate for a moment. His fierce gaze would make even the most vicious killers wary. The "great achievements" he had made were enough to horrify people.

With fewer and fewer survivors remaining, he rushed straight to the top floor and arrived at the corporate office, where the branch office owner would usually be.

"Ah! Please, no...! Uh...!"

He had nowhere to retreat. Luo Fan didn't even recognize him. He simply pulled the trigger, piercing his knee, and then stood in front of him.

The girls were still cleaning up on the lower floors, but M16 and the alchemist followed him for safety reasons and appeared behind him together.

Luo Fan leaned down, grabbed his collar, and said coldly, "Do you know that your bosses are plotting to destroy the world?"

"No...I don't know, how could I possibly know? I'm just a legal representative..."

Luo Fan didn't care whether it was true or false. He picked up his fist and punched the man hard in the face. With just one punch, he knocked out several of the man's teeth.

"I don't know, I don't know, so many people don't know, but with just a little emotional manipulation, they will come to hate those who shine brightly in the shadows...!"

"Watching the bar's security camera footage, listening to those people drinking while denouncing us as 'knife-mongers' based on news reports, haha, who can imagine that feeling?"

Another punch landed, so badly that it severely deformed the opponent's face. M16 turned his head away, unwilling to look any longer.

"Perhaps you're right, we really are a dangerous existence. If that's the case, why not embrace it?"

"I should have killed you all from the very beginning!"

"Who can understand the suffering, the stains and misunderstandings we've endured over the years? Do I look like a great savior? Wrong! I should be this selfish. I should feed all of you to those monsters for my own selfish desires!"

The sounds of flesh being struck repeatedly continued until the corpse was so mangled and unrecognizable that Luo Fan finally withdrew his hand and left the body.

"How are you feeling, Commander?"

The alchemist asked with a smile.

"...generally."

A few minutes later, 416 appeared on the top floor, threw the gasoline can on the ground, and his face was as dark as the clouds above New York.

"It's all gone, Commander."

"Then, let's leave a spark here..."

The lighter, still flaming, slowly fell to the ground. As the fire consumed the entire building, and as firefighters and police officers appeared below, they reappeared in the car, silently observing the chaotic crowd. The loss of communication and surveillance footage was enough to throw them into disarray.

This time, Luo Fan lost count of how many people died at their hands, but the feeling wasn't as unbearable as he had imagined.

It's not that killing makes me feel disgusted, but rather that I'm constrained by a negligible sense of morality and don't feel that way, which is not bad.

Killing so many people wasn't a necessary step; it was simply that he wanted to vent his frustrations, and he had completely accepted the reality.

We are nothing but a bunch of villains...

"We go home."

He slowly uttered a sentence, and the black sedan gradually disappeared at the intersection, leaving people to "mourn" the innocent victims.

......

"No...no...impossible..."

Yingque's legs went weak, and she sat on the sofa. It wasn't until Juno returned to the living room with the tools that Juno noticed her unusual condition.

"Yingque? What's wrong?" A casual glance caught her eye, and she saw the image on the television...

"...!"

She quickly turned off the TV, rushed to Yingque's side, and hurriedly called out, "Yingque, don't watch! It was just a mistaken recording. Don't think too much about it!"

"..."

775 Are you afraid of me?

Regardless of age, venting is always a necessary means of releasing stress. Reasonable venting is conducive to the healthy development of the mental world. However, when venting exceeds a certain limit, one must bear the corresponding price. No matter the age or position, the shackles called "the times" will never show mercy to anyone.

Perhaps everyone is the protagonist of their own life, but who can guarantee that their life won't be a soap opera filled with both joy and sorrow? Even if you firmly believe you are a "protagonist" who can defy fate?

Rage consumed his reason, leaving him to live like a walking corpse. Fear and revenge tormented his budding mind. He appeared resolute, a commander who followed a style of action that would never be repeated, but in reality, he was a hesitant and indecisive leader who hesitated because he was worried about the people who followed him.

If even you think this way, what good is the comfort from others?

Even with girls by his side, feeling sorry for him, he couldn't feel at ease turning around to look at their past, to see how wonderful and luxurious those carefree days really were.

Now, no one can go back to the past...

......

When Luo Fan returned to the bar, he was alone. The girls were busy with the cleanup, but when they heard that dinner would be at home tonight and that Ying Que would cook it herself, they still had a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this could be a turning point in the future of all of them.

However, reality never goes as planned...

The bar had somehow become Luo Fan's last line of defense. Although it was very different from when he was still there, the feeling it gave Luo Fan remained unchanged.

At least he can remind himself in his heart...

I'm home now......

People in bars always have stories, and the bar owner is an even deeper reviser of a vast collection of stories. Luo Fan laughed out loud, reaching out to brush over the carefully decorated flower baskets. They were made by Ying Que, prepared by her for her return home. Before returning, she had told herself this. Now, it seems that this vibrant appearance is much better than when she took care of it.

There was no sound from upstairs; it didn't sound like she was busy preparing dinner. Perhaps the soundproofing was good enough that they couldn't hear her preparing dinner.

He quickly tidied his messy hair and coat, intending to present a presentable image, completely forgetting Rosalia's "warning" to him on the way.

......

"I suggest you don't go back to the bar right now."

"Why? Can't I even go back to my own home?"

"If you appear in front of her now, it will likely upset her."

......

But now, he understands...

There was no smell of cooking oil or a table full of food. All that could be seen was a girl standing in front of the coffee table and a paused television screen. Just seeing that familiar scene gave Luo Fan a bad feeling.

It was surveillance footage of their massacre at the Umbrella branch, and the paused portion even included a close-up of a part of their own face in profile...

He stood there at the corner of the stairs, not daring to go any further. He wondered if she was aware of his presence. In any case, the deathly silence swallowed up the joy that should have arisen after their reunion.

After a long pause, a question finally broke the silence...

"Is that you in the picture?"

These words sent a shiver down Luo Fan's spine, but he pretended to remain calm. The more vulnerable he appeared, the worse the situation would become.

Moreover, he was truly exhausted. In his spare time from scheming and intrigue, he had to weave one sweet lie after another. Such a mentally and physically draining life was unbearable, and he had to confront his own weakness.

But he still underestimated her determination...

......

"You spy on me?"

......

"So, you're admitting it, is that right?"

......

He had never heard her speak in such a tone before. He was even more astonished at how she managed to obtain this surveillance footage, which was clearly blocked by 45 degrees of interference. What kind of technology allowed her to break through all the interference and get this footage?

However, this scene appeared on the screen just like that, which even Yingque himself did not expect, as if everything was arranged.

It was as if someone or something wanted all of this to happen, wanted her to see this truth.

This might be a good thing for her, but for him, it's quite the opposite...

He was genuinely frightened. He had never imagined that she could answer so decisively and resolutely. He realized that his feigned composure and ruthlessness were utterly vulnerable in front of her.

All of this ended with her eyes, filled with both fear and despair...

He instinctively stepped forward, trying to explain, "That's not what I meant..."

"What do you mean? You actually ordered them to kill so many people, and you didn't do it yourself?"

......

He was rendered speechless by the rebuttal. No matter the circumstances, he could not defend himself from the right perspective, and Yingque could only accept one fact: that he was a ruthless murderer.

Isn't that right? Can I deny that I am...?