Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"Mr. Carlos, perhaps this voice sounds slightly familiar to you?"

And Dandelion's voice was Carlos's final, devastating blow...

A sense of powerlessness washed over his limbs, and Carlos staggered back several steps as if he were drunk, finally stepping on a wine bottle on the ground and sitting down with a thud.

"You...even you are..."

"Hmm~ It seems that gambling addiction really does affect a person's thinking ability. In Donghuang's words, this is like grasping at straws when you're desperate. Mr. Carlos, you should further confirm our identities before considering cooperation, but I doubt you have the resources to do so."

Natia, who was standing at the door, opened her shoulder bag, took out the bomb, and forcefully ripped off the timer: "The safety was never removed from the beginning. You should systematically learn about this kind of thing."

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In the blink of an eye, Carlos suddenly sprang up, grabbed the broken wine bottle, and charged straight at Yingque on the stage.

!!!

He came for me, what should I do? Mrs. Grey is still here... where are the others?

Yingque instinctively took a step back, but dared not turn and run away directly. This was neither the right nor the proper way to leave; it would severely tarnish the company's security system...

But while we were still hesitating, someone had already solved the problem much faster...

"What do you want to do...?"

Having been observing from the sidelines, Freyne sprinted forward at a speed imperceptible to everyone, slamming Carlos to the ground just before he could climb onto the stage, then raising her foot...

【Click】

The sound of bones breaking, and judging from the somewhat contorted posture, it seemed that Freyne had broken the guy's spine...

......

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Even without blood, it was still difficult to suppress rapid breathing...

This seems to be the first time I've witnessed a human life vanish before my very eyes...

699 Orphans

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A murder occurred on the spot, but no one dared to scream. Those who operated in the gray area were familiar with the Thomson family's methods and didn't find it particularly unusual. However, Yingque on stage was still trying to regulate her breathing; it was truly the first time she had witnessed such a scene, even without any explicit or brutal footage...

"Adjust your breathing, relax, don't overthink... Do you need to leave temporarily?"

Mrs. Grey helped her up again, and judging from the girl's reaction as she lost her balance, she was truly terrified.

Ying Que simply shook his head quickly, then sat up again and said loudly, "I'm sure you all have seen clearly what the consequences are for reaping what you sow on the Thompson family's territory. We don't want... a next time... Hmph..."

The authoritative impression left by the first impression continued to have an effect. No one dared to ignore Yingque's warning, and it was enough to make the girls watching from the sidelines look at Yingque's performance with new respect.

"What a strong girl, she can still stay rational at a time like this."

Vulcan nodded to himself and put a glass of red wine into his mouth.

Juno's face showed no joy: "This new environment is really too unfriendly for her..."

“Go back and take good care of her, let her catch her breath,” Aphrodite whispered, then looked at the girl on the stage again: “Poor child, forced into a world that doesn’t belong to her…”

Her rapid breathing and exhaustion showed no signs of abating. Mrs. Grey frowned slightly, pulled up her sleeve, and found that Yingque's body temperature was dropping significantly, and his fingers were arched and difficult to open.

Respiratory alkalosis...

She immediately began massaging Yingque's arm: "Stay calm, Yingque, regulate your breathing, don't tense up..."

Looking around, the cleaning team members were dealing with Carlos's body for Freyne, while the shrike and MCX at the dining table signaled with their eyes and gestures that they should leave first.

After nodding in agreement, Gray gently reassured her, "Let's go home first, Yingque. It's not good to stay here."

"Ugh... Huff... Huff... Cough!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't be nervous, it's all over now."

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P.S.: The following text recommends reading "The Orphan" (AGA) at a slower pace.

"Drive back to the bar."

After getting into the car, Gray continued to try to calm him down. Respiratory alkalosis is a very troublesome condition, and it is basically impossible to treat and relieve it on the spot with medication. The person can only adjust on their own, and bystanders can only massage to relieve the stiffness in their limbs.

If only we had those special inhaled medications, things might be much better...

"Huff...huff...cough cough cough..."

"Don't be nervous, everything's alright now, let's go home."

This time, Yingque did not answer, but stared blankly at the street scene slowly passing by outside the window.

...This reaction was beyond Gray's comprehension. She seemed to have calmed down, but why hadn't her symptoms improved at all?

......

"What's wrong with her? She looks very unwell."

Back at the bar, Chris, who was still watching the bar, immediately noticed something was wrong with Yingque and rushed over to ask him about it.

Gray shook his head: "Respiratory alkalosis. Let her rest for a bit. We'll go upstairs first."

"Okay, make sure she stays warm and doesn't catch a cold. Honestly, it's so cold outside today, and she still went out..."

After watching the two go upstairs, Chris returned to the bar and sighed as usual. Carmen, who always enjoyed teasing Chris, leaned over again: "Miss Colonel, are you worried about Yingque?"

"Of course, her hands were practically frozen. I don't know what could have made her so agitated..."

The conversation didn't last long, and the two returned to their work. Meanwhile, Nekitia, who had been listening attentively at the table, slowly began to speak...

"The princess seems aggrieved. It appears the bishop failed to fulfill his promise..."

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Logically, by now the symptoms should have improved significantly, but Yingque is still breathing heavily, as if she wants to vomit something out all at once.

Gray was at a loss for words: "What's wrong, Yingque? Is there anything else that's worrying you? We're already home, everything's fine now."

"I...I know...uh...ugh!"

Yingque still tried to answer, but the next second she vomited. She bent over and lay on the sofa, looking very painful.

What on earth is going on...?

"Waaaaah... Waaah... Ugh!"

She...cried...cried very sadly...

"Okay, okay, it's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

This was outside the realm of any medical expertise, and all Gray could do was hold him close and awkwardly try to comfort him.

But Yingque shook her head vigorously in denial, choking back tears: "No, no... I just want to know, if Luo Fan were still here today, he would be the one facing this task, right?"

"..."

So that's what she cared about...

Grey didn't answer; she didn't have the courage to give a positive reply, but the guilt of lying was just as tormenting.

Ying Que raised her head, her beautiful makeup blurred by tears, her cold and dignified expression evoking only pity and regret: "I...I don't know anymore. Is this just one of the countless tasks he faces day and night, when he's never home?"

"But that gambler brought this upon himself, didn't he? His greed led to his current predicament, his self-destruction."

“I know, but… does Luo Fan’s job mean facing this darkness that can’t be seen every day, witnessing it, and even solving these problems with his own hands?”

"..."

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Even at this moment, she was still thinking about him, wondering where this girl truly placed him in her heart, to the point that no matter what happened, whenever or where, she would always think about him.

It wasn't just worry about his loved ones; the pent-up frustration and resentment of the past few months burst forth after witnessing just the tip of the iceberg of his world.

"I really want to ask him myself why he hasn't said a word for so long. Is it because he has countless similar jobs to do? Is he worried about my safety and that's why he hasn't told me? Or has he already done too many things, but he hasn't told me anything...? I... I...! What should I do...?!"

Must I simply hum a song to express my own sorrow?

Heartless people help orphans

Temporarily overcome the difficulties

In the sea of ​​suffering, one is not alone, but at least one has relied on others.

pedestrians weaving through the street

I'll hum a song for you from the side.

You are never a

Don't worry about personal relationships when no one is around.

The two borrowed a spark for a while

This moment feels like a companion, at least I haven't been alone.

If you calm down the storm

Then they were as harmonious as before.

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So that's how it is. My emotional distress was far more serious than I had imagined...

Crying might make you feel better, but it would be even better if he could hear you.

But whether he can still hear... I don't know, I really don't know...

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P.S.: When I was writing this chapter, my roommate was releasing orphan chicks and thought it was very suitable for Yingque, so I wrote it down.

A person who longs to share the burdens of their loved one is forced to distance themselves from everyone. Knowing that it is difficult to get close, they silently choose to stay where they are and bear responsibilities that are not related to them. Even so, they never regret it. They are devoted and pitiful.

A melancholy, white-haired girl harbors a love in her heart that is as unimaginable as that of other girls.

Like an orphan, I will always be by your side when you need me, and even if you no longer want me, I will still silently watch over you. You will never feel lonely by my side; if you are lonely, it can only be me.

But this is only the beginning of the hardship. Reality is often more despairing than imagined. The climax of our story is just around the corner, so please stay tuned.

700 Reunion

The following month was relatively peaceful, with no major incidents occurring. The girls became more "aggressive" in their security measures, expanding the perimeter, identifying suspicious individuals early and dealing with them immediately, and preventing anyone who might pose a threat to Yingque from approaching the bar.

Even so, Yingque became increasingly silent. The impact of that night seemed too great for her. It wasn't that she couldn't face death calmly, but rather that she doubted the nature of Luo Fan and the girls' work. It seemed to be far darker and more dangerous than they said, a world she had never experienced before, and they had completely isolated her from it.

No one could understand what Yingque was thinking. They could only watch her sit at the bar all day long, repeating the same work day after day. The purchasing work was handled entirely by the agent and the shrike, so Yingque had no reason to go out. She probably realized the danger she might face and chose to restrain herself, sitting quietly in the golden birdcage.

Fortunately, she still has an interest in flower arranging. When Juno brings back new flowers, the two of them will stay in the room to learn flower arranging. Now, most of the room and living room are decorated with flowers by Yingque. Even though it is no longer as lively as before, at least people can see some traces of life.

...Or perhaps, these pale flowers evoke a sense of loneliness.

The photos taken after each floral arrangement were intended to record Yingque's gradual recovery of her inner health. However, as Juno flipped through those photos one by one, what she saw was an increasingly desolate face, a pale and even distorted soul embracing a cluster of lifeless flowers.

I truly feel so sad for you, but now I don't know how to bring you back to the past...

Juno remained seated behind the bar, beside Yingque, quietly watching the girl beside her with sadness in her eyes. Ever since she learned that the arrangements for that night were the joint idea of ​​Paradis and Thomson, she felt increasingly heartbroken. In order to help Yingque adapt to the environment Luo Fan would be in, Thomson and Paradis squeezed the last bit of value out of the Rothschild family, revealing a small part of the world through their downfall.

From top to bottom, from beginning to end, the downfall of the Rothschild family was within Thomson's plan. MCX's manipulation of the young Rothschild's greed, Dandre's false promises and exploitation of him, and Thomson's various actions towards the Rothschild family both in public and behind the scenes made their downfall inevitable. But in the end, they chose a more dramatic approach... that is, to let Yingque witness all of this happening.

The Thomson family and Gray Biotechnology continue to prosper on a path where no light is seen, and now Lovan is nowhere to be found. Who will care about this poor girl?

The shrikes hadn't received any messages from Luo Fan for a long time. Since last week, they had received news that Luo Fan's communication terminal was damaged. After that, they tried to contact Luo Fan directly but received no response. What exactly happened over there?

Pascal didn't provide them with the other tactical dolls' communication channels, so they had no chance to ask questions. Even more strangely, Pascal had given them a reply not long ago...

The tactical androids following Lovan, along with the two commanders, and Lovan himself...

Everyone is out of contact...

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Although they should always try to think positively, how were they supposed to tell Yingque about this?

Have you prepared for the worst?

In the cloud map, Vulcan finally brought up the issue again, but all he received in response was silence from his teammates.