Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

Amid the firefight, a communication interrupted Natiya's action of pulling the trigger, and she quickly retreated into cover to respond.

"Boss, where are you guys? It's been four minutes and you still haven't arrived at the designated location?"

Hecate, who was at the sniping location, could still hear faint yawns; he was probably about to fall asleep when he thought of contacting her.

"What?!" Natiya exclaimed angrily, "They're serious! Get the second and third teams over here to help!"

"What? You mean someone really came to ambush us?"

"Yes, so come quickly. The number of enemies is currently unknown, and we need reinforcements."

"Here we come! You should have said so earlier, Wuhu!"

Then came the sound of wind breaking through the air. Clearly, the woman who had been lying on the upper floor for a long time could no longer contain herself and rushed to the scene in her most familiar way.

"Boss, I can see you now. Teams two and three are still on their way. What are the plans next?"

Natiya looked up from behind the car and was shocked to see a figure with a black suit jacket tied around his waist flying at high speed towards... or rather, swinging towards the area of ​​firefight where she was. Then, using the wall beside him as a fulcrum, he suddenly took a step forward and swung around using the black steel cable...

"Look up, death is coming!"

"呲"

Natiya's visual module could see clearly that during the swing, Hecate completed the entire process of targeting, calculating the trajectory, and firing in a very short time. She also fired with one hand in the air and changed her posture to prevent the bolt from affecting her swing trajectory.

A .338 Lapua Magnum ammunition accurately hit a target in the head, resulting in a perfect kill.

The enemy reacted just as quickly, noticing the sniper's presence. However, their perception of the sniper was limited to a dark building, and they were completely unaware that the sniper was already right above them.

"呲"

The second shot killed again, but the angle of impact was different, so the direction in which the target fell was different from the previous target. This made it impossible for the enemy to judge the sniper's exact location. However, Hecate's hunt continued, with each hit being at a completely different angle, like a hunter toying with his prey, intending to enjoy the fear and madness of its struggle before the kill.

This is Hecate. As a sniper-specialized humanoid, she has abandoned many standard combat modules, such as the fire control core, and replaced them with some modifications that are completely absent in conventional humanoids. Her calculation ability is extremely strong. She can instantly assess the battlefield situation, plan the route of action, and send bullets and blades into the enemy's skull.

The ultimate application of this is the auxiliary jumping devices and detachable grappling hooks built into her feet, which, when paired with the L115A3 sniper rifle, combine long-range, close-range, and mobility skills to create a top-notch assault sniper.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, Mantico pressed forward, firing rapidly with his M1014 loaded with AP-20 Slug rounds, successfully penetrating the body armor of one enemy after another, while simultaneously pushing the front line back.

"Stop suppressing them, retreat, prepare to withdraw!"

Natiya's command puzzled everyone. Why would they choose to abandon their pressure and retreat when they were clearly in the lead?

This information came from Dandley a few seconds ago...

"White Eagle's security system is not operational, and none of the locating police cars are heading towards your area of ​​conflict. I have taken control of all surveillance and traffic systems within a two-kilometer radius. Please make a judgment based on the situation."

The cops aren't heading this way, and they haven't even dispatched any officers. This is completely abnormal. How could they not take any action during such a large-scale firefight? Clearly, someone wants to assassinate Gray while he's on his way to receive the award, and their power can restrain or even threaten the cops.

There's no need to continue fighting. Even though they have the advantage in combat capabilities, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them. They must extricate themselves in time and then figure out how to handle the public opinion situation.

However, it did make things easier for them; at least they no longer had to go to great lengths to stage a self-inflicted injury with their own people. Some people really wanted to take this opportunity to beat them up...

If I could, I'd really like to see just how many people wanted to kill them; an umbrella alone wouldn't be enough.

562 Intense Firefight

Despite the precise sniper support from Hecate, the limited number of ammunition they carried meant their kill efficiency was disproportionate to the number of enemies, making it extremely difficult to break the deadlock. To the martyrs' astonishment, the enemy was so numerous, arriving from almost every direction and blocking every possible escape route.

They didn't know how to fire a shot, but the other side seemed completely unconcerned about civilian casualties, firing indiscriminately. This inevitably led to civilians who hadn't had time to escape being hit by stray bullets. Clearly, the other side was very confident in concealing their identities and didn't care about the so-called public opinion crisis.

"Dandre, have you found out yet?"

While providing cover for Gray, Rhinenshe asked Dandelion, who was behind him.

“Hmm, we found the relevant travel records,” Dandelion’s cold voice rang out, accompanied by the clinking of ice cubes against a glass. “Some of the personnel entered Umbrella’s branch office north of Wall Street two hours ago and left fifty minutes later. They then arrived at a location eighty meters to your east in a black Cadillac with license plate number NEW YORK 82c583 The Empire State. A small group of other personnel came from… well, a private military contractor called ‘The Fallen Eagle’.”

Umbrella was somewhat surprised, but another piece of news shocked Natia, who was also listening: "Damn, the PMC is involved?"

"Yes, (Tuntun) is directly employed by Umbrella."

"Can you wait until you finish talking before you drink?!"

Dandley, sitting at the bar, pushed his empty glass toward the bartender and said softly, "Intelligence personnel also need rest, especially today, which is a holiday. You should be glad I didn't charge interest from the martyrs."

"Well said!" Mantico's angry roar made the microphone explode: "Who calls people to work on holidays?! Especially this kind of work, I thought it was just a matter of pretending to fight with the other girls and that would be it!"

Dadadadadada.......

......

"They sound like they're having a lively conversation on the other end of the phone, are they filming a movie?"

Chris took the glass from Dandelion and handed it to Carmen behind her, then asked a question, since the sounds of gunfire were so intense; she had heard plenty of such noises back in Glonia.

Dandley glanced at her, then hung up the phone: "Yeah, they're filming a movie, a gunfight scene."

......

"It seems we've messed with someone we shouldn't have..."

The content of the conversation deeply worried Nemesis. She had thought it was just a power struggle between business rivals, but it turned out to involve a PMC. If Umbrella were to escalate the situation, it would be quite troublesome. Even in the White Eagle territory, it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't encounter some thrilling and exciting daily life.

"Who cares? Let's chase these bastards away from our vacation first. Eat pineapple!"

A grenade flew out from somewhere in the neighborhood, and several people dressed in civilian clothes and wearing black hoods rushed out. Using machine gun fire, they suppressed the enemy from the side. Caught off guard, the enemy suffered heavy casualties. The remaining people had to take cover behind a car. However, just when they thought they were temporarily safe, several bullets from above accurately pierced their heads.

Uranus and Nyx from the second and third teams finally arrived, providing fire support from different angles. They represented the fire support team and the sniper team, respectively. Compared to the enemy, their organization was not much worse, and their individual combat skills far exceeded those of ordinary people.

"Alright, let them handle the rest of the mess, we're leaving."

Once the enemy's pressure lessened, Natiya gave the order to take turns providing cover and retreat with Mantiko. After reuniting with the Martyrs members in the two vehicles in front and behind, they maintained their formation and began to retreat along the side path.

"Dandre!!!"

Natiya shouted into the headset again.

"Call the NYPD like crazy, send out officers from all over the city, and force them out!"

With such a huge public outcry, the police cannot escape blame. Do they want to remain silent and play dumb? Impossible. Not only does the public opinion prevail, but even the police themselves must give them an explanation. At the very least, they must admit to the public that this was an oversight in their work, and let the public know that Gray Biotechnology Co., Ltd. is more trustworthy than those useless police officers.

Dandre, who was enjoying his next Negroni, sighed inwardly, then casually typed a couple of lines on his laptop...

At the same time, calls were made to every police department in New York State, and they knew better than the girls how to handle the situation.

There were still pursuers behind them. Even with Nyx and Uranus's second and third teams trying to hold them back, they couldn't cover every corner of the neighborhood. Therefore, people would still be chasing them from behind.

Hecate was coordinating with the second and third teams in the city, so she couldn't support Natia and the others. They had to find their own way to escape.

"Do you need me to join the fight?"

A silver blade emerged from Mrs. Grey's sleeve, and her expression immediately turned cold. She no longer resembled the kind and gentle genius doctor, but rather a butcher going about her routine.

“No need,” Rhinenshe stopped him behind her. “We can’t afford any negative public opinion about you right now, especially the fact that you have combat capabilities. That would lead to a lot of conspiracy theories.”

Doctors are skilled at killing, and that's no small matter, even if it's true.

Now, Mrs. Grey only needs to play the role of a VIP facing assassination, and leave the rest of the dirty work to the martyrs.

"Damn it, how many of them are there?!"

Mantico had already changed her ammunition for the third time, but the bullets coming from behind showed no signs of decreasing. They were outnumbered and could only rely on the cover in the path to suppress the enemy alternately and move at a steady speed to evacuate.

Their only advantage is their ability to actively set up their guns, but their lack of firepower means they are destined to remain at a disadvantage in combat.

Sometimes, the suppressive fire is so intense that they have to fire their guns, which is the most troublesome situation. They can only rely on their instantaneous memory to fire. However, the enemy does not advance recklessly. They advance in infantry urban warfare formations, which also shows their combat skills. Among them, there are definitely many experienced veterans.

After Natia retreated to cover and reloaded, Nemesis and Rhinenshe looked for an opportunity to take turns firing, while Mantiko took the opportunity to peek out and fire a second round of ammunition.

In the fierce exchange of fire, Mantico underestimated the enemy's firepower and failed to retreat to cover in time...

"Well......!"

563. Ceasefire and silence.

Natiya immediately came to her senses, dragged Mantiko back to cover, and then her teammates provided cover.

"Damn it, those beasts..."

Mantico released his grip, revealing a black notch above his right eye, from which sparks could occasionally be seen.

"Tsk, are you alright? Can you still move?"

"It's nothing, just one eye. I can get it fixed when I get back."

Mantico shook his head, then loaded the M1014 and continued firing.

Natia rarely showed a worried expression. Although they were Nieto and were essentially machines, she was more worried about Mantiko's condition than the mission. This was not the same as being hit in the skin and not a big deal; she had been hit directly in the right eye.

"Sister, how is Sister Mantico?"

During a break, Rhine asked worriedly, only to be met with Natia shaking her head: "It seems like nothing's wrong. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Indeed, the loss of one eye did not affect Mantico's combat ability; she could still accurately deliver bullets into the enemy's body. The only sign of her injury was her slightly disheveled appearance due to being shot.

The enemy must also be wondering how the person who was shot, near the head, could not die and had recovered the ability to move so quickly.

After repeated attempts resulted in casualties without success, and with discrepancies between the actual situation and intelligence, the enemy's advance began to weaken. It could be felt that the enemy's firepower shifted from supporting the forced advance to firing at the enemy.

"They are retreating..."

Upon observing this situation, Natia immediately contacted her teammates: "Uranus, Nyx, take your men and evacuate. Hecate, rejoin the team. Danderley, execute the Great Blackout now."

"okay."

"right away."

"Ah."

Just seconds later, after a brief roar, darkness fell. This power outage was not only to cover the martyrs' retreat but also to leave an escape route for both sides. Neither side had gained any advantage in this firefight, and now it was time to call a truce.

Sure enough, within seconds of the power outage, no one fired again, and the other side seemed to understand and cease fire. A moment later, Rhine-Enshe and Natia threw smoke grenades and flashbangs, and withdrew from the scene under the cover of darkness.

When they entered the safe zone, Mantico leaned against Nemesis's shoulder, seemingly exhausted.

"let me see."

Gray slowly stepped forward and, using the beam of his flashlight, examined Mantico's damaged right eye.

"The circuit is broken, the vision module is severely damaged... the core is slightly damaged, I'll have to get it repaired for you when I get back."

"Brain surgery? No way...?" Mantico said casually, "I was planning to go to a nightclub during my vacation. If you open my head, how can I..."

"Stop talking, go back and get some rest. I'll give you three days off."

Natiya interrupted him without turning her head.

"Oh, thanks, boss."

As expected, the news of a vacation was the most effective way for Mantico to recover her spirits. This is also one of the characteristics of the Martyrs' design. Unlike Nieto's usual workaholics, they also want to find opportunities to slack off.

After confirming everything was correct, Mrs. Gray put away her flashlight and said in a deep voice, "We can't go back to the company tonight. There might be someone staking out the place. Let's go back to the bar and rest for the night."

"Well, let Sister Mantiko have a couple of drinks and rest for a while."

"As expected, it's Rhine who understands what I want best."

Mantico immediately picked up Rhineenshe and spun her around in the air, letting her long, disheveled hair and white shirt fly wildly. For some reason, this one-eyed, disheveled appearance had a strange kind of beauty. Perhaps only a woman like Mantico could be so unkempt while still possessing that alluring charm.

"If I were a man, I would really want to kiss you right now."

"If you dare, I'll blind you in your other eye too."

Natia casually brandished her pistol, issuing a warning with a blank expression, which made Mantiko, who was in the middle of getting excited, back down.

"Gray."

Natiya said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps I should indeed consider taking this opportunity to modify Mantico's AI."

"No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't do it again..."

The group chatted and laughed on the way, showing no signs of having just returned from a fight. They looked more like a group of girls discussing their day's gains after a day of shopping, except that Mantico had only gained a bullet.

A moment later, a black and white figure landed smoothly in front of the girls. With the hiss of the grappling hook retracting the launcher, Hecate officially rejoined the team, except that the L115A2 in her hand had been replaced by a huge guitar case.

"Honestly, they should be the two most composed people in the team, how come they can't even bear to wear their clothes properly..." Nemesis complained in a low voice.

That's normal. One of them only wears a white shirt with the top button undone, while the other likes to tie his suit jacket around his waist during battles. Neither of them behaves properly in a fight, and they're always talking nonsense in their daily lives.

They are clearly the two tallest members of the Martyrs' Team. As the older sisters, why should their younger sisters have to worry about their daily lives?

Hecate teased, "Oh, Mantico, got some woman's scars?"

"Screw it. If someone saw that I had a black eye and was still throwing sparks, they would be scared to death on the spot."

"Hahahahahaha!"