The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

UMP40 stood up with difficulty, and then circled back and forth.

After walking around for a few laps, UMP40 noticed that 45 was looking at him with weird eyes.

The girl asked in confusion: "What's wrong? 45? Then look at me?"

UMP45 pointed to the injured part of 40's thigh and asked, "Does your leg not hurt?"

"Pain? Ah!!!!"

Only then did UMP40 react slowly, hugging his thigh and shouting: "Forgot, my leg is hurt!!"

"I actually forgot that my leg was injured, and just stood up and walked foolishly. It hurt me to death!"

"Is it still hurting?" UMP45 said with a look of disbelief, "But I saw that your wound has healed."

"Huh?" UMP40 was slow to react, and looked down.

The wound... is gone—

The wound is gone and the pantyhose is intact!

"Hey, it turned out to be good, I don't know when it will be good!"

And there is no foreign body sensation in the leg, and the bullets that entered the leg are gone.

This incredible power gave UMP40 a little insight.

The girl knocked on her hands and said, "I understand!"

"?" UMP45 tilted his head, looking at his companion in confusion.

"This is what makes us special!" UMP40 said seriously.

Then, she stood up, and slammed her head against the wall under UMP45's astonished gaze.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"40, what are you doing, 40!"

"I'm testing! Hahaha—"

UMP40 turned her head with a smirk, she pointed to her forehead and said, "Look, there's nothing wrong"

"And when I tried to bang my head against the wall before, it didn't hurt at all. It felt like nail clippers. It didn't threaten me at all!"

UMP40 said excitedly: "Look, we are really special!"

"We are not afraid of getting hurt at all, we will heal automatically!"

UMP40 took out a nail from the dilapidated cell: maybe it was left by a previous prisoner, maybe it was the carelessness of the jailer...

She took the nail and poked her hand with it.

The nail twisted and deformed, but also stabbed UMP40's wrist.

Under UMP45's incredulous gaze, 40's wound emitted a faint green light, and then... healed.

Not a drop of blood flowed out, and everything returned to its original state!

"We are special." UMP40 said in an extremely serious tone.

At this time, UMP45 really believed it: especially after she carefully used the nail to try to hurt herself—but got the same result as UMP40.

UMP45 stared blankly at the healed wound on his hand: "So it's true."

"That's right, it's true, so show some confidence, 45, we'll be fine."

"We'll always find an opportunity to get out of here and -- we'll find our own stage."

In the dim light, UMP40's serious appearance inspired UMP45's heart.

"...Hmm!" The gray-haired girl suppressed the fear in her mind, held her companion's hand tightly and said, "We will be fine."

"That's right." UMP40 looked into the distance: "We will find a chance to get out of here."

—wait, and hope.

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UMP45, UMP40 special skills:

Passive: Quickly restore health (but dead golems will not be resurrected)

Just a mustache, 23333

One hundred and eighty nine gravity

Trapped in a cell, UMP40 and UMP45 await their opportunity.

In Moscow, there were also people whose plans were disrupted because of this sudden accident.

"General, the reason for the disappearance of 'Butterfly' has been found."

Carter turned to look at his subordinates and asked, "What's the specific situation, Captain Yegor?"

"Because the butterfly operation plan was sealed, the technician in charge of maintenance sold the butterflies to Yingluo."

It's very simple, it's just money. It is well known that Yingluo collects all kinds of dolls all over the world.