The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

The heavily armed helicopter quickly dissolved like cotton candy in water, turning into black dust and dissipating.

The purple light cannon flashed across the sky like a meteor, flew towards the sky, and disappeared into the clouds.

When the light cannon disappears, there is nothing left,

The wreckage of the helicopter, the combatants inside, the weapons, or whatever, all vaporized.

"Everything about you will be the same as this helicopter."

Clap clap clap clap.

Neptune, who was standing beside Qin En, clapped his hands expressionlessly.

"You are so handsome."

"...Are you really complimenting me?"

"Yes."

Neptune nodded as if pecking rice, but his expression was still so calm.

"..."

I suspect you are implicating me.

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Today's breakfast will be updated, and the rest will be released at noon or afternoon

Chapter 383 Melon and Bean

For the gangsters, their desperate gamble failed.

The other leaders in the room also looked gloomy: they were hiding in the secret underground stronghold, and they faintly realized that they had nowhere to go.

"It seems that we can only wait here... After the matter is over, we will go out to gather our remaining strength and settle accounts with Neptune."

However, at this moment, a gloomy female voice came from the room: "I don't think you need to go to such lengths."

"!"

In the astonished eyes of these gang leaders, a tall woman with long silver hair suddenly appeared in the room.

At the same time, the door of the corridor was also knocked open, and the dead soldiers and dolls who were brutally killed lay in the corridor.

At the same time, a seductive aroma was inhaled by these people, and the flesh and blood gang leaders suddenly felt as tired as if they had stayed up all night for three days and three nights, and their whole bodies were limp and slumped on the ground.

"You are the gift."

The silver-haired woman pierced Groysman's scalp with fingers like steel claws, and blood flowed out along the scalp, but he couldn't move at all due to mental paralysis.

"That kid Qin En will be very happy."

The woman's demonic voice became the last sound the group heard before they passed out.

Who is Qin En?

Was it not Neptune who commanded the Griffin?

Is there some secret we don't know?

All these people are thinking in unison...

"The leaders of these gangs have been caught."

Neptune said to Qin En.

"How do you plan to arrange these leaders?"

Qin En asked, according to the normal situation, the capture of the enemy leader like this must be arbitrarily arranged

"Law enforcement is the right of the state. Security contractors are only responsible for maintaining order and collecting taxes. Griffin has no ability to judge criminals."

"...Could it be to let these people go?" Qin En frowned and said.

But Neputinu did not answer this question, but said to Qin En very rarely in circles: "Soviet private military contractor PMC basic law-one: abide by the basic law of one motherland, and do not support forces that split the motherland, two: complete the acquisition Tax tasks, three: maintain the stability of the city, four: the city must hang the Soviet flag, five: cooperate with national intelligence and law enforcement agencies to capture criminals."

After Neptune finished speaking in one breath, Qin En waited patiently for the next chapter, but Neptune didn't say anything.

"Are these the only ones?"

These requirements sound like a lot, but as a country... no, let alone a country, even commercial contracts are not so... simple.

"Yes, that's all: these gang leaders are destabilizing elements in the day-to-day jurisdiction of security contractors, and unless they're criminals wanted by the Soviet Union ... handle themselves."

How to deal with these people depends entirely on Qin En and the others.

After thinking for a few seconds, Qin En probably had a plan.

"If you plant melons, you will reap beans. Let these people be dealt with by the Pushkins."

"Understood, I think the Pushkins will be very grateful to you."

I don't know how long it took before Groysman and other gang leaders barely regained consciousness.

After regaining consciousness, they looked around in confusion: "Is this the operating room?"

"This is not an operating room." Then a familiar man's voice sounded.