Being obsessed with killing, I became a knife crusher

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"Smart choice" 45 smiled and waved his hand, watching G11 walk towards M762 who had a solemn look on his face.

Following UMP45's command, four groups of tactical dolls immediately moved quickly in their direction and began searching.

"There's no need to scare her, right? Even if we divide into two groups to search, it shouldn't be a problem? There should still be enough time."

UMP40 glanced at UMP45 and asked doubtfully.

"Sister 40, you are not a specialized electronic warfare tactical humanoid. You may not be able to detect the changes in the brain waves emitted by this alienated zombie. However, since we entered the area, it has begun to adjust the interference brain waves and is moving in a direction suitable for interfering with us. Change of direction.”

"If we don't search for the opponent's whereabouts within a certain period of time, we will also fall into the hypnotic state the commander said."

"So we only have one chance, and we don't have much time. Once the opponent adjusts their brain waves, our T-Doll will also be affected by hallucinations, so we must find it and kill it before then."

45 replied with a serious face.

"Didn't you tell these members who came to carry out the killing mission?"

40 looked at UMP45 with some surprise.

"This kind of information will not help them find the enemy faster. Instead, it will consume a lot of computing power just because they are worried about it. There is no need for them to know."

"Besides, aren't we all T-Dolls ready to sacrifice our lives for this commander? Even if the T-Doll is unfortunately damaged in this battle, she has fulfilled her value."

After 45 finished speaking, he picked up the branded weapon and quickened his pace. 40 was silent for a moment, then walked a few steps quickly and walked to UMP45's side.

............

"Well, M762, I can't walk anymore. Can you carry me on your back..."

Ten minutes after setting off, G10 shouted feebly.

"Having you on my back will affect the sensitivity of my movements and power consumption, which will prevent me from ensuring my best fighting condition. If you can deal with the wandering zombies that attack us, then I have no objection to this proposal."

M762 flicked his bayonet and pointed at the black oily blood on the tiger, and said calmly.

"Well, if you can shoot..."

G11 said sarcastically.

"Shooting means that we have encountered a difficult enemy, and it is also a call for help. This will greatly slow down the progress of our search. Unless we encounter an intermediate-level or above alienated body, I do not recommend shooting."

"Slowing down the progress of the search means we will have to stay outside for a longer time, and you will walk more roads and encounter more enemies."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll go by myself, don't say anything, I will go by myself..."

As soon as G11 finished speaking, M762 kicked off the ground and rushed towards a zombie in the distance. The bayonet pointed at the zombie's jaw and penetrated into the brain with precision.

The screams that the zombies made before they died led the surrounding zombies to quickly approach.

It seems that the zombies also subconsciously understood that persimmons are weak, and none of them rushed towards M762, but all of them surrounded G11.

"762 help me!!! Save me!"

G11 rushed towards M762 holding the branded weapon without tears. She felt that she had spent all her sports indicators this year here.

There was no way, as a dormouse at home, she had never participated in the training of killing zombies in close combat, so faced with this situation where she couldn't shoot, she had to turn to M762 for help.

M762 passed by G11, and a few seconds later looked at G11 who was still panting and trotting and reminded him with a smile.

"It's done, you don't have to be so scared, they are just ordinary fish."

"Wow, you are so awesome!"

G11 looked back and saw that the four or five zombies that had been chasing him had an inconspicuous wound on their jaws, and the zombies' black oily blood was slowly leaking out.

"If you are willing to be trained, I can teach you too."

"No, no! I hate training. As long as I can shoot, that's enough."

"I have the best fire control core, and I know very well that I can't do things like fighting."

G11 shook his head in panic and refused.

"Okay, let's move on. You also want to return to 416 sooner, right?"

"Well, it's true. Although 416 speaks very meanly, he usually still runs with me on his back...ah, I really miss her by my side."

G11 sighed and struggled to keep up with M762.

AA12 and WA here.

"It's enough for me to clean up the ordinary zombies. You are mainly responsible for the search. Once you find an unseen alien body, you will snipe directly. The amount of ammunition we carry is not sufficient for this mission, so try to save as much as possible."

AA12 took out the crowbar from his back and put it on his shoulder, and said as he walked.

"Hmph, you don't need to tell me that I will pay attention. That damn thing almost killed the commander. I can't spare it!"

WA2000 said angrily.

"It's good to be motivated, but if you get carried away by anger and lose your cool, it will make the battle more troublesome."

As AA12 spoke, he casually waved the crowbar in his right hand. The zombie running towards the two of them immediately flew five meters away as if it had been hit by a garbage truck, and his head was directly hit by the crowbar. burst.

"Huh, I'm keeping calm all the time. You don't need to reiterate this! I'm not worried about the commander! I'm not upset or confused because of this!"

WA2000 emphasized angrily.

"Hey, hey, just don't hold back. I don't care about your mental state. When it's time to snipe, kill the target. That's all I ask of you as a teammate."

AA12 shrugged and replied nonchalantly.

Chapter 258 9 Debate with Ninety-Seven Style

"Hmph, you really dare to speak such nonsense. I'm afraid you'll drag me back!"

WA2000 said unhappily, but AA12 did not make any more noise, so WA2000 had to hold back his words.

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"My sister Jiuwu is the best sister in the world!"

"No, my fourth and fifth sisters are the best sisters!"

Form 9 and [-] argue with each other.

"My [-]th sister! She has a beautiful voice, sweet temperament, and she always loves me!"

Ninety-Seven Style proudly announced.

"Huh? We are Tactical Dolls. My fourth and fifth sisters have led the members of Team 404 through various battles. We have all survived until now. This is the best special Tactical Doll!"

"And my 45-year-old sister is so handsome, does your [-]-year-old sister have such a cool scar?"

"My 45th sister has a maternal Oppai that can heal the commander. Does your [-]th sister have one?!"

"My 45-year-old sister's Oppai is treated with a special smooth plate, which allows all bullets to ricochet directly when hitting the area! It can better protect the power core!"

"Ah!"

UMP40, who was searching with UMP45, sneezed hard and rubbed his nose.

"Huh? 45, do you have a cold? Our tactical dolls shouldn't... get a normal cold. Could it be an electronic virus?"

UMP40 asked with a worried look on his face.

"Okay, Sister 40, I am an electronic tactical doll. If I get infected by an electronic virus, I can abandon it myself."

"then you?"

"I always feel like someone is talking bad about me behind my back, hehehe, who is it?"

UMP45 showed a smile that was warm on the surface but actually made people fall into an ice cave.

UMP9, who was arguing with Jiuqi on the other side, suddenly stopped and shuddered.

"What? Did you find anything strange?"

Type [-] immediately picked up his branded weapon.

"No, I just suddenly felt a chill. It's okay."

UMP9 shook his head.

The two of them casually cleared away the zombies that rushed towards them while they were arguing, without even looking at them.

The dead zombies felt sad in their hearts. They had no right to be dead at all, and it was too much to look down on the zombies.

"Ah! I thought of a good idea. You were brought out by Sister 45, and I was brought out by Sister [-]! If we compare who is better, we will know whose sister is better, right?"

9 excitedly clenched his right hand into a fist and slapped it on the palm of his left hand.

"Okay, how do you compare? I will accompany you to the end!"

Jiu Qi Shi said confidently.

"Whoever kills more zombies will be better. This is fair. It all depends on the strength of both parties."

"Okay, am I afraid of you? Come on, come on! But I have to add one more thing. The one who finds the mission target first is the best tactical doll. There is no point in letting go of the mission to simply compare who has more zombies."

Type 9 accepted the plan proposed by UMP[-] without hesitation, and then added a bonus treaty.

"Oh, hey, hey, I forgot about this, ah! Of course, this is not because Sister 45 is not good enough, it is just because I am not very smart!"

Ump9 admitted his mistake while defending UMP45.

"I understand, let's get started!"

The two looked at each other, then quickly ran towards the zombies in the distance.

"Aha, I have killed 23 zombies, Jiuqi, you have to work hard."

9 shouted proudly.

"Hehehe, I will catch up. Don't worry about it. It's just because there are not enough zombies for us to kill, and I only have two less than you. Don't be complacent!"

Jiuqi Shi said not to be outdone.

"It's better to admit defeat early. I've never lost in a battle! Well, except for G11 who is serious. She is a pure firepower doll."

UMP9 said proudly.

"Step aside!"

The Ninety-Seven Style suddenly accelerated and pushed UMP9 away, and the high-frequency particle vibrating dagger in the other hand plunged downwards.

"what are you doing!"

UMP9, who was suddenly pushed away, yelled unhappily, and turned around to see the high-frequency particle vibrating dagger in the hand of the Nine-Seven Style piercing the head of a unicorn arm that broke out of the ground.

"Tch, this kind of alienated zombie is really cunning. Not only does it know how to cooperate with the zombie tide to attack, but now it also knows how to sneak attack. You don't even pay attention to your feet."

Jiuqi Shi said speechlessly.

"Ah...thank you."

UMP9 apologized honestly.

"Aha, then you should admit that my [-]th sister is the best tactical doll, otherwise you wouldn't be able to cultivate such an outstanding sister like me!"

"No, no, no, the competition is not over yet! I was just careless for a moment. Please count this unicorn arm as ten zombies for you. Let's continue!"

UMP9 shouted immediately.

The two once again searched for traces of mentally alienated zombies amidst the noise.

Four hours later.

"It's getting dark soon. If we continue to search at night, we may fall into the enemy's trap."

UMP40 reminded.

"Everyone gathers in the center."

UMP45 pressed the tactical earpiece and gave the order.

In less than 10 minutes, four groups of tactical dolls conducting horizontal searches gathered over.

"45, I can't walk anymore... Can you take me back?"

G11 looked at UMP45 pitifully.

"Everyone stopped communicating and ran back to the off-road vehicle area. M16 put G11 on its back."

UMP45 waved his hand and said seriously.