Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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In any case, they dared not provoke these two white-haired female plague gods...

As the situation gradually calmed down, Eugen returned to her original goal of this outing, reuniting with the other ship girls.

However, when Eugen arrived at the chairs of Enterprise and the others, everyone looked at her with a very strange expression.

"Why are you all staring at me? This isn't my fault."

“It’s nothing,” Essex shook her head, then said disdainfully, “But the commander said to avoid unnecessary conflicts as much as possible, right?”

"This is an unavoidable situation. Someone wanted to cause us trouble, and Tirpitz taught them a lesson. It was reasonable, and I believe the prison authorities will know how to handle it."

Eugen was not worried. He sat down in an empty chair and observed the situation on the playground.

Only businesses are deeply concerned: "It's not as simple as we imagine..."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the company, waiting for further explanation.

This is a prison; it should be handled according to the law. Could there be any other unexpected changes?

“This is a prison; there’s no such thing as self-defense here,” the company representative shook his head, then looked towards the nearby office area: “If a physical altercation occurs, it’s considered a brawl. Regardless of who strikes first or what the reason, both parties will be put in solitary confinement…”

......

After leaving the scene, Tirpitz was taken to the warden's office. She had to admit that she was quite surprised by this. Despite her relatively cold personality, she was the first to cause trouble. However, she believed that she would receive a fair judgment, after all, so many eyes were watching.

Upon entering the office, one would see the warden standing in front of a bookshelf behind his desk, rummaging through something. He was a slightly overweight man, a common and unfortunate sight for most men of power at that age.

However, when he turned his face here, one could sense the solemnity between his eyebrows and lips, his majesty still intact, as if his increasingly large physique was not due to devouring gold and silver, but rather because he truly controlled the ink that wrote the laws.

"sit down."

His voice was very hoarse, a result of the long-term effects of smoking, but it could at least inspire awe in those who heard it, especially criminals who were guilty of crimes and had a repentant heart.

But Tirpitz's past identity was no different, or rather, even greater than that of the warden before her. Therefore, she nodded in acknowledgment, as if she were not a criminal, but a colleague who had come here to discuss matters.

The warden was slightly surprised, but considering his own guess, it seemed to make some sense, and he nodded to himself.

"Hello, Warden."

"Hello."

The two exchanged polite greetings, and the warden sat down and poured the other a cup of coffee.

It looked like a trap, but Tirpitz accepted it without asking any questions.

“Jenna von Manfred, is that how I should address you?”

Tirpitz realized that this was the pseudonym that Lovan had given him, so he slowly nodded to indicate his confirmation, picked up his coffee to drink, and showed his composure.

The warden seemed thoughtful again, then sat up straight and looked at Tirpitz: "To be honest, my first impression of you is not that of a criminal, but rather that of a high-ranking wartime general."

This statement caused Tirpitz, who was drinking coffee, to turn his gaze towards it, and he only put down his cup when there was still half a cup left.

"how you said that?"

Tirpitz doesn't seem suited to playing a short-sighted prisoner, especially in her mannerisms, which make her seem more like the mastermind behind a major crime than the kind of scoundrel who would rob a restaurant for a pittance.

“My grandfather was a high-ranking admiral in the White Eagle Navy.” The warden nodded slowly and continued, “Although we are of different genders, you remind me a lot of him.”

"Really? Thanks for the compliment."

Tirpitz intended to maintain his taciturn image, even when the other party mentioned a real historical event.

Both of them took another sip of coffee before the warden continued, “Miss Manfred, you may not know this, but although I have a friendly relationship with Godfather Williams, we don’t actually communicate much. Even so, I think I understand his personality quite well.”

"Well, what does that have to do with me?"

After finishing his coffee, Tirpitz adjusted his posture and met the warden's gaze.

Perhaps it was intuition, but the warden was now even more convinced of his suspicions...

“Williams values ​​his family very much, so he rarely touches other people’s families. If you are indeed related to his enemies, he would never want to touch you or send you here. State prisons do have fewer rules and are relatively more chaotic, but they are not above the law. He would not want to make things difficult for my old friend in this way.”

Having said that, the warden tapped the table lightly, attempting to exert pressure, but Tirpitz made no attempt to hide her gaze, continuing to look at him. She had realized that the tone of the conversation had clearly shifted...

"This isn't your real name, is it?"

“Very clever, Warden, but my imprisonment is an indisputable fact. After all, there must be punishment for a crime, and I think you, as the warden, understand this well.”

Even when exposed, Tirpitz remained calm. The current warden had no reason or ability to interfere with them, and the reason was easy to deduce.

But the fact that he noticed it so quickly shows he's no ordinary person...

“I can’t interfere,” the warden straightened his tie, then spoke in a deep voice, “but Williams hasn’t offended anyone recently. Knowing him as I do, he’s probably encountered some serious problem, which is why he wants to put you and those five people in here. If we ignore your ridiculously hypocritical robbery, I might even suspect that you have some deep connection with Williams, and he wants to protect you through it… or some other reason I haven’t guessed…”

Unfortunately, it was completely wrong, but his conjecture was somewhat on the right track. Tirpitz listened quietly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

P.S.: I might be taking a break for a few days, as I'm going to Chongqing for a trip. I'll be writing this on the train.

However, it wasn't just a casual trip; I was also gathering material. I'll include my observations in the longer daily life section later on.

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613 knows quite a lot

“Williams must have had some special reason for sending you here, a reason I might not even realize until you're released, but I also have a feeling you'll leave much faster than you'll serve your time…”

......

Tirpitz had to admit that the warden before her was far more intelligent than she had expected. Although she hadn't guessed the details of their operation, she had a general idea of ​​their purpose and plan. Perhaps when the commander made contact next time, they would have to consider taking some necessary measures...

"Excuse my bluntness, Miss Manfred, but perhaps I am not one of the targets of your open and covert struggles?"

Changing the subject, the warden leaned forward slightly, looking at Tirpitz with a scrutinizing gaze, intending to exert pressure on him covertly, but to no avail.

“Of course not,” Tirpitz readily admitted, there was no point in continuing to argue with this clever man at this point: “As you guessed, Williams has no ill intentions toward your old friend, but he does have some objectives to achieve. But rest assured, he will not harm any of your interests.”

Since the other party's speculation has provided a suitable way out, I can also follow that path, as long as I can keep them in the dark for the time being.

"Is that so... alright..." The warden seemed thoughtful, his eyes subconsciously glancing around, as if wary of something...

“Since that’s the case, I won’t interfere any further. However, I must state in advance that I have no interest in your chaotic family affairs. It’s best not to let your so-called plans affect my peaceful life,” the warden said in a deep voice, his face turning cold. “I will only do what I should do within the scope of my duties. You should also finish what you should do as soon as possible, and then take off this prison uniform and get out of this prison as soon as possible.”

"You can rest assured about that. Once we have finished what we need to do, we will leave this prison safely."

......

By the time Tirpitz returned to his cell, it was already evening. The prisoners lay quietly in their cells, not yet at rest time, and could only occasionally whisper among themselves, speculating about Tirpitz's "heroic feat" during their exercise time.

"Where did this woman get the ability to fight Bob and not get put in solitary confinement?"

"It's not normal for a woman to be in this prison. She's definitely having an affair with the warden. Don't speculate on useless things..."

"Aren't you afraid that next time she's out for a break, she'll come over specifically to make you swallow your teeth? You know she doesn't have to keep them closed anymore."

Tirpitz paid no attention to those pointless speculations and followed the lead prison guard back to his cell, where Eugen was already lying on the upper bunk. He only raised his hand to signal when he noticed his colleague's return.

Tirpitz had no intention of lying down for the time being, so he sat down at the desk and began to think about his next plan. Occasionally, he would look up and see Jiang Feng and Kaga in the opposite cell looking at him, seemingly guessing what was going on...

"You're back so soon? They didn't do anything to you?"

Eugen turned to the side and looked at Tirpitz with a sly smile.

Tirpitz didn't think much of it and shook his head in denial: "Nothing much. I was taken to the warden's office, the warden talked to me for a bit, and then he let me go."

“Is it that simple? The black guys you clashed with were locked up for two days,” Eugen laughed again. “Looks like someone’s suggestion box will be filled with a few more pieces of waste paper.”

Seeing that the other person didn't seem to be taking the joke, Eugen had no choice but to change the subject: "So, what did the warden say to you that you're given special treatment because you're a woman?"

Tirpitz picked up a pen and began writing something with his head down: "It's not that simple. On the contrary, he's very clever. He even knows why we're here."

"What do you mean? You've revealed our plan?"

Even though Eugen knew Tirpitz was the most composed person there, he still made a little joke at the right time.

"No, he deduced it himself, but he only knows that our motives are not pure. He can't see what our specific plans are, but he has expressed his hope that we will finish this as soon as possible. He will only do some superficial work."

The warden's meaning was quite clear: he would only do what was necessary within his duties, as he had done in this fight. He would not take any further action, and within this scope, they needed to achieve their goals by keeping the peace.

If that's the case, then they can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble, as long as they're careful not to make a big fuss.

However, Eugen did not take Tirpitz's words to heart. As usual, he left such complex plans to Tirpitz for consideration. After all, he was a scholar-general among iron-fisted generals. When it came to strategy and planning, perhaps the only one who could compare with him here was the corporation.

"If you can handle it well, there won't be any problem. After all, the commander is watching the whole time."

"Of course I know..."

......

Indeed, Lovan's gaze was constantly following Tirpitz through the surveillance cameras, and he had overheard the entire conversation between Tirpitz and the warden. Surprisingly, the warden had already guessed so much without Williams leaking any information.

However, he did make a concession, allowing them to resolve the matter as quickly as possible...

This means they need to find their target as quickly as possible and get them out in a more direct way; a completely quiet escape is no longer possible.

Moreover, Luo Fan also saw several familiar faces here...

Four of the wolves...

To be honest, if Luo Fan hadn't known about Resident Evil beforehand and therefore knew the identities of these guys, he wouldn't have realized that the girls had several enemies in the prison...

This further confirms the target's value, suggesting that the wolf pack itself will be needed to hunt him down, or even that the infamous Grim Reaper Hank will personally intervene...

But compared to the girls, how big is the gap?

Thinking this way, Luo Fan felt a strange sense of excitement, as if he was not directing an operation, but watching a special prison break show from the audience.

It's still a scenario involving conflict and contradictions, with the potential for casualties at any moment—specifically, enemy casualties...

But I couldn't just sit idly by. I had to start contacting the girls a week earlier than planned, and visit them in prison a week early. How interesting...

614 Just like you

What are the girls in the quarantine area doing while they are on standby?

They were grabbing gold and jewelry; yes, that was about it. There wasn't much else to do. Leon hadn't given them a definite answer, so they could only maintain brief exchanges, a back-and-forth to confirm each other's trust. Since the restorer wasn't Lovan, Leon's trust in them was somewhat diminished, but the friendly cooperation continued "orderly"...

During non-contact periods, the girls would naturally continue their old business, plundering the people's wealth and handing it over to their old friend Williams to resell. Finally, they would send their share of the cash to a meeting point in the back alley of the bar, where whoever was free would collect it.

"Little Nine, stop!"

UMP45's loud shout startled UMP9, who quickly put down the welding torch and turned around...

"What's wrong, Sister 45?"

Night Demon, Night Demon!

With exaggerated movements, and 45 placing his hands on his chest to mimic the trembling of the Night Demon's ribs, Little 9 immediately understood and stopped what he was doing.

Inside the gold shop, the Night Demon's heavy breathing could still be heard. The Rebellion Squad and Squad 404 were only a wall away from this ugly monster, but how could they endure such humiliation after such a long period of highly efficient operation?

"How many?"

RPK16 raised his weapon and approached the vault entrance.

416 peeked outside, then turned back: "Two of them, probably attracted by the sound of the fuse breaking earlier."

It was quite embarrassing, as the electronic safes storing the gold jewelry had lost power, rendering the girls' prized electronic warfare skills useless. They could only resort to this crudest method to deal with the situation. However, the safes were of exceptionally high quality, and whenever they encountered such a situation, it would take them at least half an hour to resolve it.

"I'll handle it, AN94, come with me."

"Ok."

AK15 has gradually evolved into a highly proactive character. Without Luo Fan's command, her extensive autonomy has given her more ideas of her own.

The crowd made way for him, while AK15 and 94, after assessing the situation inside the store and the location of the two Night Demons...

They charged in like a pack of wolves in a snowstorm...!

As they climbed over the counter, the Night Demons noticed the movement coming from ahead. But before they could react to the impending danger, a tearing pain shot through their brains before they could even react. Any subsequent struggles were merely reflexes of their nerves.

AK15 grabbed the head of a Night Demon and, before it could struggle, swung his right fist, striking its jaw. His left hand then pulled and forcibly "removed" the head. The tongue exposed by the torn jaw was still trembling from nerve activity, while the strong body had already fallen to the ground.

AN94 was relatively gentler, using the machete on his leg to stab the Night Demon's throat, then cutting upwards until the blade was pulled out, leaving the skin torn open, gray brain matter splattering everywhere, and the optic nerve and prefrontal lobe exposed.

"Resolved, let's continue."

After confirming the Night Demon's death, 45 turned around to report, and Little 9 put on his welding head and continued his cutting work.

Meanwhile, AK12 wasn't idle either, and continued its assigned liaison work...

"Calling Ironblood Manufacturing Group C, this is the Rebellion Squad. We have a shipment waiting to be transported, and it is expected to be picked up in half an hour. Can you arrive at our location within an hour?"

"No, we only have two shipments on hand. Try Group B; they should still be idle..."

"receive."

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