The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

He said in a contemptuous tone: "Drag her down and feed her to the dogs!"

"Obey!" A few humans beside him walked over and roughly dragged the woman's body out of the room.

The door of the cell was locked, and UMP40 vaguely heard the sound of something being chopped and chopped outside, as well as the faint sound of dogs barking.

Then the man with a high status turned his head to look at the man who shot: "You fired the shot, right?"

"Yes, it is……"

"Very well, the spirit of protecting teammates is commendable, but do you know how expensive these dolls are?"

"I, I will pay for compensation! I saved 30000 credit points!"

"Okay, then I won't settle accounts with you." Satisfied, this high-status man left with his shocking subordinates.

Although he verbally said how precious UMP40 is, he ignored UMP40 from the beginning to the end, and didn't care about her specific reaction...

To him, human figures are nothing more than mere cargo.

"Okay, let's put these dolls here. Anyway, by the standards of dolls, they can't die for ten days and ten nights."

The high-status person said: "Let's leave here first, and after we bring the other dolls over, we'll send them to General Vega for selection."

Another sighed: "I don't know if these people meet the general's requirements."

"Who knows, anyway, I think it's best if you don't meet the requirements for the rest of your life." The captain said with a smile: "In that case, we don't have to do anything, and we can make money while lying down."

"That makes sense!" The others echoed.

"Okay, let's go, today I will treat everyone to distilled water!"

The jailers happily walked away.

And after these people left, UMP40 really had a chance to look around.

This is a dark cell.Can't see anything else.

But then UMP40 saw a familiar figure, she leaned over to look, and found that it was someone she knew——

"45, are you okay?"

"Ugh-"

Under the call of UMP40, 45 wakes up late.

UMP40 breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, you're fine!"

"Woo." UMP45 stood up, but saw UMP40's thigh: "40...your leg."

"Hey, don't worry about me, it doesn't hurt." UMP40 gently touched the wound on his leg: "Do you remember what happened before?"

UMP45 recalled, and said: "Remember, we are only doing routine maintenance in the base."

"Then we woke up and came here all of a sudden." UMP40 sighed, "We were kidnapped and sold secretly. How short of money are these people?"

However UMP45 is not as 'optimistic' as 40

"Could it be that we were dealt with because we were too useless?" UMP45 asked anxiously.

"Ah—." UMP40, who was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

40 has no confidence in his heart, no one... because their performance is really terrible.

After leaving the DMC office, the UMP sisters were taken to a training base for training.

And every time the training results are very bad: Even if he puts on his real branded weapon, the hit rate is only [-]%.

Naturally, this kind of achievement was met with cold reception, and the special use expected by the UMP sisters did not occur at all. The two were basically used as ordinary tactical dolls.

So I sat on the bench for a long, long time.

UMP45 said sadly: "We should have been abandoned, because we were so useless..."

"Don't be depressed, 45, there may be another reason!" UMP40 said: "Furthermore, if the commander really sells us because of us, then he is definitely not a qualified commander!"

UMP40 looked towards the dark cell and said, "Cheer up, 45, it's too early to give up, we must find a way to get out of here."

"But what can we do without us? No one wants us at all... As tactical dolls, we are worthless at all."

"We can't give up even if it's over." UMP40 comforted 45 and said, "You still remember what happened in DMC office, dolls also have the right and ability to pursue their own lives!"

"Even if the commander gave up, it doesn't matter. We can go to Boss Qin En. Boss Qin said that we are special, so we can work for him!"

Memories of being with the dolls of the DMC office in the past came to mind, and these memories cheered up the introverted UMP45 a little.

Yes, at least there is a place to accommodate us.

Thinking of this UMP45 is not so frustrating.

"It's just—we, are we really special?"

"Of course it's special."

"Specifically?" UMP45 asked aggressively, which was very rare.

And that's really asking about the UMP40.

"Ah, this...that...um——"