Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

Now, her opinion of this place has probably risen several levels. At least the quality of the wine here is just too high. Even if she doesn't live here, she might often find an opportunity to come here for a few drinks, or even spend the whole night here.

Just as she was enjoying drinks with the band members, the bar's wooden door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

Since the bar door was designed for aesthetic purposes, its construction quality wasn't very high. The entire door was kicked askew and fell to the ground, allowing several menacing-looking men carrying machetes to enter.

498 Disturbance

The group headed straight for the bar; it was clear they weren't there to drink...

Despite the less-than-harmonious atmosphere, RPK chose to observe for the time being and asked in his usual tone, "Gentlemen, what would you like to drink?"

She wiped the wine glass, her eyes calm, as if she didn't take these troublemakers seriously.

The other party was naturally unhappy: "What do you want to drink? We have something to discuss! Is there a guy here named Lothric? He's messed with the wrong person. We're here to resolve this issue with him."

The leader took a few steps forward, but considering that there were several drinkers sitting in front of him, he didn't take advantage of their kindness.

Those few drinkers, namely Morse and Nekitiya, also chose to wait and see for the time being.

RPK immediately realized that Lothric was an alias used by Lovan. It seemed that the commander had caused trouble outside, leading to someone coming here to seek revenge.

However, the commander shouldn't want others to discover the true purpose of this bar. Does the commander have some other idea behind letting these guys in?

"Well, boss... he's not here right now. Perhaps you could come another day?"

RPK smiled apologetically, hoping to appease the situation and get the other party to leave as soon as possible. It would be better not to make any more moves before receiving instructions from Luo Fan.

But how could they be so easily dismissed? "Another day? We'd probably have to go all the way to Asia to find him! Get him out here now, or this bar will have to be sold tomorrow!"

The other party came on strong, causing some uninformed patrons to leave quickly for fear of being caught in the crossfire, making the large bar much quieter.

Tsk, it seems the other party isn't too keen on accepting this favor...

Although RPK was still smiling, the veins on his forehead seemed to be showing faintly.

But instead of doing it herself, she decided to maintain her professionalism as a bartender, and said with a smile, "Well... okay then."

He then lowered his head, put the wine glass back in its original position, and remained calm and polite with a smile.

"Morse, tonight's menu includes 5 bottles of Danish Estate, 3 glasses of Pisco, 5 glasses of Mojito, 4 glasses of Watermelon, and 3 bottles of Dark Rum. As a distinguished guest, could you please resolve the current troubles you're facing?"

Since there are more suitable candidates to solve the problem, RPK should simply stand by and observe.

Shina and the others made way for him, and Morse finally stood up from his seat and stretched his limbs: "Of course, no matter what, I will still need your and Mr. Luo's help in the future. It's just a small favor, nothing to mention."

The troublemakers then realized that the white-haired woman in front of them was taller than they had imagined, and didn't seem much easier to deal with than they were.

They also made an unexpected discovery: all the people who hadn't run away from the bar were beautiful women. Even if they couldn't find anyone, they could still find plenty of fun, so a fight wouldn't hurt.

"Call the guys outside to bring their weapons in. Get ready for a fight. There are women here. Don't tell the gang leader. We're going to have a good time tonight and get paid."

Clearly, they saw that these women were easy to bully and could satisfy some of their despicable needs, so they decided to provoke some unnecessary trouble. This time, they just happened to kick a hornet's nest.

Sena and the others naturally had to maintain the elegance required of core members of the Alicia Band, so they wouldn't get involved, while Morse was assigned by RPK to resolve the incident.

However, Chris also followed them up.

Morse raised an eyebrow, asking in confusion, "Girl, you can fight too?"

"Tch, nonsense..." With a helpless sigh and her ever-expressionless demeanor, Chris leaned closer, stretching her elbows. "After all, I served in the military for a few years, so dealing with some White Eagle thugs shouldn't be a problem."

As it happens, she will have to work for a mafia organization in the future. In order to prevent herself from dying of euthanasia due to her recent comfortable life, Chris decided to get involved and recall what she had learned before.

There were more than twenty people than expected. It seemed that the other side had anticipated that there would be thugs here, so they took the safe route and sent a lot of people to cause trouble.

Just as the leader was about to take advantage of their numbers to continue his provocations, Morse quickly stepped forward and kicked him away.

Her speed was so fast that even with her hands still in her coat pockets, she could maintain a steady and high-speed attack, knocking her opponent down before she could react.

She remembered their instructions: to control her strength and not cause any deaths. Besides, she didn't want to cause any more unnecessary harm.

Wow... so fast...

Chris sighed for a moment, then quickly knocked down another guy who was trying to attack her and threw his weapon aside.

She was, after all, an ordinary person and still needed to pay attention to techniques and disarming, but Morse was different. He simply overwhelmed his opponent with sheer strength, requiring no technique whatsoever. He could just take his opponent down as he pleased.

Morse kept her hands in her pockets the whole time, using only her legs to take down many of the guys who tried to get close. For her, dealing with these people didn't even require lifting a finger.

"Damn it, this woman's trained, she's not easy to handle!"

Some people had already considered backing out, but the leader charged forward again.

"What are you afraid of! You can't even beat a woman with those flabby arms? You might as well cut off your fingers and go retire to the Godfather!"

Several others charged forward with their knives at his shout, but Morse merely glanced at them before kicking the man away again. This time, another relatively intact wooden door was also smashed...

"Oh my god, what will the Commander think when he comes back and sees the door like this...?"

RPK was understandably annoyed. They had only intended to teach them a lesson, but instead they had completely dismantled their door.

Seeing that the group of opponents were attacking her, Morse finally made her move. However, contrary to what everyone expected, she caught the blade with her arm.

Although the blade tore through the clothes, it did not damage the skin or flesh in the slightest.

This inevitably raises the question: where did the scars on this woman's face come from...?

The man still had the knife against her arm, unable to move. He was terrified and dared not make any move. The others also stood still, afraid of becoming the woman's next target.

Morse took a cigarette from the high pocket of his coat, put it in his mouth, and then casually reached into the thug's jacket pocket and found a brand new lighter.

?????????

She lit a cigarette and then put the lighter in her pocket: "Even though time is precious, we can't allow you to disturb our enjoyment. Besides, I'm doing this on someone else's behalf."

Having said that, he delivered another straight kick...

499 Repairing the door

A large crowd had gathered in front of the bar to watch the spectacle, all of them quite interested in this inexplicable farce.

What's even stranger is that a group of grown men couldn't beat two women; they were completely overwhelmed. Unless several men attacked together, the taller, white-haired woman wouldn't even extend her hand.

Perhaps it would be more likely for them to approach one by one; otherwise, if they forced her to extend her hand, they would have no chance to get close.

The fight took place inside the bar, and everyone could only peek out from the door to watch. Some people tried to call the police for help, but ever since Mercury Rose sneaked back into the bar to jam the signal, no phone call could be made from the vicinity.

Since her current job doesn't require her to take action, and she also wanted to get some fresh air, she took this opportunity to return to the bar and also solve the problem of lacking electronic warfare dolls at home.

But these days, watching a play is still more interesting...

Morse lifted a nearly unconscious man with one hand, tossed him out of the bar, and then leaned against the broken wooden door to continue smoking.

Feeling the heat source getting closer to his lips, Morston was disappointed and flicked the cigarette butt into the neck of a man who had been knocked to the ground.

He had already been beaten into incapacitated, but the sudden high temperature caused him to exhibit stress response behavior, and the series of movements would aggravate his body and cause even more intense pain.

Morse lit another cigarette; this was the fourth one yet, and the group showed no signs of stopping.

"I must say, Morse is truly something else; I didn't even have to lift a finger..."

Now, Chris could only sit aside, smoke, and watch the show. Morse was too dominant, leaving her no room to intervene.

She had taken down several troublemakers, but as Morse's frustration intensified, they turned their anger towards him, which was no different from throwing an egg against a rock.

Such a boring fight really annoyed her, so she couldn't help but say, "Gentlemen, could we each take a step back? I'll go back and continue drinking my wine, while you go and treat your injuries. I believe even a stray dog ​​on the roadside could take you down now."

Morse genuinely wanted to compromise and settle things peacefully, but the other side saw this as a blatant provocation.

After all, different eras have led to different perspectives, so the two sides have different understandings of this statement.

But the losers on the ground still tried to prop themselves up with their twisted arms. In their view, it wasn't over yet, and it was too shameful to lose to a woman like this.

"......well."

She had lost interest and was about to close the bar and ask the customers to leave when she realized that both doors of the bar had been damaged in their fight...

"..."

She turned to look at RPK, her eyes slightly alarmed, while RPK stood behind the bar, smiling at her, along with the band members.

"I'm sorry, I broke your door."

“It’s not mine, it belongs to Mr. Luo.”

"..."

She silently sat back down at the bar, stubbed out her cigarette, and stopped talking.

This time it was RPK's turn to have a headache. After Morse returned, she contacted the relevant vendors to install the new door immediately to avoid any unsightly situations caused by Lovan's discovery.

"It's so badly damaged, it looks like the only thing left to save is the door frame..."

RPK stood at the door, looking around, and changed the "closed" sign to something else, waiting for the relevant staff to arrive.

This provides an opportunity for Morse and the members of the Alicia Band, who have more information, to exchange information once again.

Morse's arrival signifies the official start of the entire plan, with the actors taking to the stage to prepare for a meticulously planned performance.

The planning, spanning over a decade, has all been for this moment: an opportunity for them all to live authentically in the sunlight...

Morse glanced back furtively, and after confirming that RPK would not pursue the matter further, he finally reverted to his original indifferent demeanor.

Why aren't Asmodeus and Gagsherav waiting here? Has their plan not yet begun?

“No, of course not…” The coffee cup was placed on the porcelain plate, making a clear sound. “It started a long time ago. Now, he has entered the most difficult period, which is the time to accept the changes that the plague brings to the body and mind. Now, Miss Rosalia and Miss Ethel are making preparations for this period, so they are very busy lately and may not have time to greet you in person. But I think they already know of the bishop’s arrival and may come to see you in person soon.”

Nekitia explained the current situation, saying that for her, the two being busy was not a bad thing.

Although they share the same goal, each of them has their own ulterior motives. At least in each other's eyes, each person's purpose is much purer than the other's. Therefore, each of them wants to be the most influential person in their eyes.

Morse certainly noticed, but she wasn't particularly interested: "In that case, perhaps the King has already met with Gagsherav's other mentors, such as the next president of ESPR?"

“That’s…too early,” Carmen replied from Nekitiya, who was enjoying her coffee. “The next president…well, she’s as young as Mr. Lo, but she’s seen and experienced far less than him. She’s like a queen kept in the dark, completely unaware of all this. So while Miss Ethel is preparing for Mr. Lo, she also needs to train the president.”

......

The situation differed somewhat from Morse's expectations, but upon closer examination, it made sense and was consistent with their style.

The candidates that Aither trained were all very young children, including the "King" who was now closest to perfection. He knew nothing about this, probably because he was worried that Aither would have difficulty accepting so much information in a short time.

Since the president of ESPR hasn't met with him yet, it means he still has a long way to go before reaching the final divine preparation...

At least she had never seen Gagsherav's plans ever get out of control. This time, things would probably be similar, and she just needed to do her part well.

The band's performance reflected this; they remained calm and composed, as if they had anticipated the final outcome and were not worried that the final result would deviate from their plan...

I hope so...

P.S.: The student council president is also a foreshadowing.

500 Family Meeting

This speech attracted a lot of attention, including from the most capable members of the Mafia.

After all, each family is connected to the others. To have in-depth cooperation, it is necessary to understand each other's businesses in order to find the parts that can be acquired and profited from. Other families naturally have a corresponding understanding of Thomson's businesses.

Gray Biotechnology Inc. has a very deep connection with the Thomson family, a fact known only to those in the New York underworld. In the eyes of the Godfather and his advisors, this is a pharmaceutical company that has done many "good deeds." At the height of the biohazard outbreak, it was clearly an opportunity for everyone to make a fortune, but they chose to lower prices to disrupt the existing market order. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to them all, clearly stating: I have no intention of colluding with you.

Therefore, the entire Thomson family became a thorn in the side of the underworld. This meeting of the major Mafia godfathers was a special meeting held specifically to address this issue, with the aim of coercing the Thomson family to abandon their existing plans and restore market rules to a form that conforms to the Mafia's market principles.

Now, the Godfathers have taken their seats in a secluded private dining room, awaiting the arrival of the main character.

To be on the safe side, the various godfathers attending the meeting were divided into several groups and placed in different private rooms, communicating remotely with each other via video call. The purpose was to ensure that they could leave immediately if the scandal broke, and to minimize the probability of being implicated.

"By the way, where's the old man from the fishing tackle shop, Williams? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"He's still on his way, let's wait a bit longer. But judging from his lazy and idle lifestyle, his presence or absence won't make much difference to us. The main purpose this time is to give these foreigners a warning. They've single-handedly hindered the entire New York underground market from making money."

The godfathers of various families had already arrived, and the presence of the Rothschild family godfather, along with the owner, legal representative, and directors of the Quinn Group, was sufficient proof of their emphasis on this meeting.

Just yesterday there was an assassination attempt against Gray Biotechnology Co., Ltd., so they couldn't afford to make any big moves at this critical juncture, as it could easily provoke a reaction from the public and the government. Therefore, they could only discuss the matter in this relatively "euphemistic" way.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was just saying that and here it is."

The waiter opened the door, and three new faces walked in. The godfather of the Rothschild family, Brian John Rothschild, quickly stood up to greet them.

"Good evening, the three members of the Thomson family."

The main character finally arrived, twenty minutes late, which made them wait quite a while; no one had ever dared to be late for a meeting of this caliber before.

Ms. Thomson didn't seem to feel apologetic at all; it was as if her face could only maintain that extremely aggressive smile.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Rothschild, there was a traffic jam on the way, so we had to get out of the car and walk over. Look, the tops of my shoes are all worn out."

Thomson lifted his foot, presenting the sole of his shoe to the other man, which disgusted Rothschild, but he didn't say anything: "...It's alright. After all, it's located in a prime location in New York, so it's normal for there to be a lot of traffic. But since you're all here, why don't you take a seat and have a few drinks with the gentlemen present?"

"Of course."