Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

Because of his difficult personality and outstanding personal abilities, M870 embarked on the search alone.

But more than searching, she seemed to be looking for an opportunity to slack off...

M870 carried a shield on his back, a gun on his shoulder with his right hand, and held his favorite soda in his left hand, taking sips every now and then.

Searching the rooms was a routine she followed; she'd simply kick open the door of whichever room caught her eye, go in, find nothing, and leave, repeating this process endlessly...

Perhaps in a sense, this kind of efficiency is quite high, maybe...

The third floor of the bank was much larger than anyone had imagined. Even with two of the three teams conducting a high-quality, thorough search, they still hadn't found the main control room.

Until five minutes later...

45 and 40 searched the empty, desolate corridor. Every now and then, a few corpses lying on the ground would suddenly jump up, but they were all dealt with one by one.

They were able to find their destination only after finding a sign on the door that read "Control Room".

45 turned on his headset and made a call: "Everyone, assemble at my location, I have found the control room."

"receive."

Now, all we need to do is wait for the others to arrive...

......

"SAT8, did you hear that?"

416, who was walking down the corridor with SAT8, suddenly stopped and looked back at the pitch-black corridor behind him.

......

But 416 has a night vision module, which allows her to see clearly in the dark.

But behind her, there seemed to be nothing...

SAT8 simply said, puzzled, "No, could you have misheard?"

......

"maybe......"

416 didn't look back and headed towards his destination.

After 416 left first, SAT8 looked back down the corridor once more.

There was indeed nothing there.

Hopefully this is just a misperception caused by 416...

After performing a quick check on the weapon, SAT8 walked toward 416, who was already ten meters away.

......

Two minutes later, everyone gathered in front of the control room.

Once everyone is ready, stand on either side of the door as before, prepared to burst in.

Just as everyone nodded in unison, number 40 by the door pressed the doorknob.

However, the number 40 was not pressed...

"???"

40 pressed the button several more times, but the door handle still wouldn't budge.

"It looks like it's locked from the inside."

416 left the wall and entered a relaxed state.

M870 came out again with a smile: "At times like this, you still have to leave it to me."

Everyone immediately understood and made room for the M870.

M870, on the other hand, placed his shield in front of the door, providing cover for everyone.

He then pressed the muzzle of the gun against the doorknob.

"boom......"

When M870 pulled the trigger, the originally secure door lock was destroyed on the spot.

M870 then rammed the door open with his shield and rushed into the room.

Contrary to expectations, there was no barrage of bullets hitting the shield.

Through the bulletproof glass on the shield, M870 could see the layout of the room.

A large office, a server cluster consisting of many enterprise-grade servers, and some rotting corpses on the floor.

It looks like they were trapped here, ran out of ammunition and food, and then starved to death.

However, there were no signs of the body being eaten, no large amount of blood on the ground, and no zombies in sight.

We should be thankful that they retained their humanity in the last moments of their lives and did not resort to cannibalism.

Only after M870 was confirmed did the group continue to follow up.

They finally reached their destination...

83 Uninvited Guests

"Come on, let's get down to business."

45 took out his laptop from his backpack, walked to the server host, and connected the laptop to the server with a data cable.

The same applies to 40, which assists 45 in hacking operations.

The others stood near the door, keeping watch for the two.

To be honest, even with a technological gap of nearly half a century, installing a backdoor in advance significantly improves hacking efficiency.

45 sat on the ground, watching the numbers constantly changing on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Three hundred thousand dollars for 10 seconds, God bless these celebrities and the rich!"

Although 404 had done similar work before, such a large sum of money still made her grin.

Not far away, 416 frowned when he saw 45 acting strangely.

Fortunately, 45 didn't laugh out loud, otherwise all the zombies in the bank might have been attracted there.

Even so, the numbers on the screen still haven't stopped, and have now reached millions of dollars.

That would be enough to feed and clothe countless people for a lifetime.

However, according to the commander's plan, buying a building in the New York Special Economic Zone might still be a bit of a stretch.

But combined with the money they already received, that should be about right...

Once the business plan is implemented, the profits it generates will far exceed what this single bank can provide.

Just as 45 was intently watching the dollar figures on the screen, a force pulled her away.

"Eh?"

When I looked back, I realized that 40 had led me behind a server and was crouching down, seemingly hiding something...

45 looked away and realized that his teammates were also hiding behind these servers. SAT8 and 416 even made a shushing gesture to him.

40 covered her mouth from behind and whispered in her ear, "Someone's coming..."

Only after confirming that 45 would not speak did 40 release his hand.

45 poked his head out and looked towards the door, only to find that the door had been opened and several well-armed men had walked in.

It still looks like military uniform...

After entering the control room, they started to wander around, seemingly looking for something.

But that's a minor matter; there's something she forgot...

So much so that when 45 remembered, his pupils dilated instantly.

She was pulled into 40 too quickly, so she didn't shut down her laptop, and the data cable was still connected to the server host!

Now, the laptop's screen remains bright in the dark, and the numbers on it seem to hint at the work its owner had done while using it.

"Damn it...!"

45 cursed.

416 contacted 45 via an internal channel: "What are you planning to do?"

45 opened their squad's internal channel and coldly replied, "When they find that computer, stop them, force them out, and if that doesn't work, kill them..."

Those people seemed unaware of what was going on and continued searching deeper into the area.

However, the laptop screen was simply too conspicuous in such a dark environment...

Eventually, someone noticed the blue glow.

A burly man, as tall as a giant, walked over with a gun and waved to his teammates.

"Guys, come and take a look."

He squatted on the ground, staring at the laptop screen.

His teammates also rushed over.

Another man wearing a red scarf also squatted on the ground.

"Look, what is this?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like he's in the same line of work as me."

One of the female members showed great interest in it.

But before they could think any further, a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind them...

They had only just realized what was happening...

Some kind of tubular object was already pressed against the back of all of their heads.

"Don't move..."

416 The cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The previously cheerful squad immediately fell silent, lowered their weapons, and raised their hands.

The man in the red scarf said, "Madam, we are Echo 6 from the White Eagle military. We are here to search for and rescue survivors. There's no need to be so hostile towards us."

M870 chuckled and said, "Rescue? Huh? Don't get me wrong, sir. If the White Eagle military is all like this, then perhaps your people should consider whether their taxes are going to support you or the rich man's dogs."

M870's words were very harsh, leaving them no room for embarrassment.

However, in the eyes of the tactical androids, their professionalism was far too weak.

A red-haired woman couldn't help but say, "Madam, although we are in a passive position, please don't doubt our abilities."

"Huh? With you guys in your current state, who would believe that?"

They've got a gun pointed at their head, and they're still trying to talk back?

But the other party persisted: "Ma'am, judging from the information on this laptop, hacking into the Raccoon City Bank headquarters is already illegal..."

But M870 scoffed at this: "Shouldn't we consider taking care of you then?"

The other party finally fell silent, and the atmosphere turned cold once again.

Finally, 45 slowly said, "Echo 6, we don't need your rescue. Now, either get out of here immediately, or lie here. The choice is yours."

As soon as they finished speaking, the girls kicked all the weapons that the Echo 6 members had placed on the ground several meters away, and slowly retreated to give them space to communicate.

They looked at each other for a few moments, then turned around.

"Well then, ladies, let's make our way here."

"Then leave immediately..."

416 said again in a deep voice.

After saying that, the members of Echo Squad 6 prepared to pick up the weapons on the ground and leave.

But just as their hands were about to touch their weapons...

"Sizzle..."