The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

"That would be bad." The always pessimistic Vector said with a frown, thinking of many bad things.

"No, in that case we can only create a small accident and blow the horn in advance to send him away happily."

Qin En said half-jokingly.

Qin En and the others were watching from the outside, while Neptune and the others also went outside the room——

At the door of the commander's office, DP-28 signaled Neptune to wait: "I'm going to report to the commander first."

Glenna and Neptune stood outside, Glenna looked at the mottled walls that had begun to fall, and said with some embarrassment: "This is different from what I imagined."

"What's the difference?"

"Generally speaking, the Griffin branch is manufactured according to a design template."

In Greena's view, the setting of the Griffin Command (Branch) here itself is unreasonable.

Neptune touched the window with his hand, then shook off the dust on his fingertips: "Probably because of poverty."

"But Griffin headquarters has a special financial project allocation, no matter what, it won't look like this."

"You know everything about Griffin well?"

"Yes!" After Glenna answered, she was discouraged without Nip saying: "...but this is only on paper, I have never been assigned."

The answer was not what Niep expected: "Theorist?"

Greena could naturally sense that Nip said it deliberately in a subtle way, which made her even more embarrassed: "Yes...Mr. Kruger originally planned to let me practice for more than a year."

"Isn't this considered experience?" Nip asked back, ruthlessly piercing Greene's excuses.

Well, Grenna is speechless at this point.

It seems, as if, maybe... is right.

"Why is this commander the same as Miss Helian?"

But Gelina's mood was hard to calm down, and the shadow of being dominated by her boss shrouded Gelinna's heart again.

At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, and a pink-haired tactical figure walked in, waving at Glenna.

"Sure enough, you're here too, Miss Greene."

"Hey, why did you come up, Negev?"

Greena clearly remembered that Nip's assignment to Negev was to wait in the car.

"Of course it's because the commander told me to come up."

Greena looked at Nip, who replied, "I just changed my mind."

Originally, Nip didn't intend to let Negev come up, but... this headquarters doesn't feel right.

In addition, Qin En broadcasted what happened on his side to Niepo live, and the complicated situation of the S09 jurisdiction made Niepo faintly feel that it is not wise to separate.

After waiting for about half a minute or so, the door of the command office opened, and the tactical humanoid DP-28 walked out of the room.

After seeing the figure of Negev, DP-28 was stunned: "What a small one, are you the tactical humanoid of Adjutant Neptune?"

"The tactical figure Negev... Well, I really want to be friendly and cute, but I can't pretend that you underestimated me."

"What a fighting spirit." DP28 smiled and tried to touch Negev's head, but Negev dodged it deftly.

"Seeing that you are a senior, I don't care about it."

"Cool, what a sharp little guy." DP28 is still lazy and smiling.

Niep sniffed the faint smell of alcohol in the air, and asked, "Is your commander in there?"

"Of course, please come in." DP-28 made a gesture of invitation.

Then Nip noticed the helpless look on DP-28's face.

Greena didn't notice anything, but Negev put his finger on his chin, showing interest.

——She faintly realized that something interesting might happen.

Everyone entered Commander Griffin's office one after another.

"Wow, what does it smell like!"

After entering, Greena's face turned blue.

The smell of spirits, the smell of human sweat, the smell of dull air, and the sour smell that I don't know how to describe.

And this smell comes from a mass of vomit not far away that has been digested and its skin has dried up.

It looked like a salad with more salad dressing.

The hair is greasy, the beard is messy... the hair is thick.

But judging from the color and hardness of the bones, skin, and beard, the age is about 21 to 23 years old.

The red coat belonging to Commander Griffin was casually thrown on the sofa, all stained with oil, he was only wearing a dirty white shirt, and the table was full of opened or undrinked wine bottles.

A drunk commander.

"Hi~! Are you the new adjutant?"