The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

UMP40 and UMP45 you and I completely fooled Colt, her immature little face showed a look of bewilderment that matched her age, and her whole eyes became @[email protected].

Bluff determination in progress...

Judgment succeeded!

"Okay, well, since you say so, then I will listen to you."

The confused look in Colt's revolver eyes dissipated a bit, because of the full-band blocking interference, she was fooled directly after losing her boss' instructions!

The tactical dolls believe UMP45's lies.

"In this case, we will follow your arrangement!"

"Okay, I'll take everyone out of here—but before I leave, I need to perform some surgery on everyone." UMP45 said with a blink of an eye.

"What kind of surgery?" Colt asked naively

"Of course it is to clear this interference and let go of your minds."

"Huh? But I remember that this step requires repairing the bed?"

"Don't worry, 40 and I are professionals! We are electronic warfare tactical dolls!"

UMP45 smiled, especially sinister

——With the awakening of consciousness and self, UMP45's personality also undergoes a certain autonomous evolution.

"Well then, we trust you!" Colt Revolver replied without any intention.

So much so that at this moment UMP45 had an emotion called guilt: then this feeling disappeared quickly.

Colt Revolver and the members of his squad, the golems let their guard down and let UMP45 and UMP40 rewrite the programs of these tactical figures.

The collective mind shut down, watching UMP45 complete the operation, 40 jumped up, screaming excitedly: "You really have it! 45! You are so good!"

"It's, it's okay." In front of his friends, UMP45 was not as cunning as before.

The little fox UMP45 who did this for the first time was still a little blushing. It is estimated that it will take four or five more times to truly lie as smoothly as drinking water.

"In short, let's quickly rewrite their mental programs."

"it is good."

Identity rewriting. UMP45 and UMP40 as the center.

Among them, UMP40 is the captain, and 45 is the secondary authority—once 40 has something to command, the highest authority will naturally fall to UMP45!

Follow the commander's orders×

Follow the captain's orders√

And the command level is the highest parameter, which is equivalent to the human commander level.

After waking up, Colt didn't notice any abnormalities at all, and consciously regarded UMP40 as a superior: "Captain, do you have any orders?"

"Protect us from here."

"No problem!"

UMP45 and UMP40 rushed towards the outside of the Iron Blood Factory under the protection of a bunch of other tactical dolls.

Looking at the tactical dolls protecting him, UMP40 whispered to his friend, "I suddenly understand why human commanders like to order us dolls."

It is not a lie that one more person has more power, even if it is to survive in the wilderness and have multiple tool people to help log, it is a good thing.

Humans might also worry about rations or reproduction, but humanoids don't have this problem.

However, UMP40 is still a little worried: "Aren't so many people too eye-catching?"

"We didn't go out to suffer, 40." UMP45 said firmly: "We will be free, live a better life, and have many, many friends."

An example of a successful person pops up in UMP40's mind: "Like Qin En?"

"That's right, just like Qin En - after our identities are cleared, 40, I must take you to eat the cake we ate that night."

"Wow, I can't wait for that day to happen." UMP40's eyes twinkle like stars.

Looking at his partner's face, the initiative fell to his friend UMP45 before he knew it.

UMP45's scars that ruined part of her appearance gave her an aura that 40 didn't have.

Thinking of this, UMP40 couldn't help being distracted: "...do I also want to find a chance to add a scar to my face?"

But exactly where to add it?left eye?Or the center of the forehead?

--This is a problem.

Colt revolver gave the command authority to the 'ghostly' UMP45 and UMP40, and under the leadership of the two of them, the tactical humanoid team of survivors retreated towards the outside.

And not long after these people left, the lady and the judge arrived late.

Seeing the shattered iron-blooded figures scattered on the ground, the lady showed a painful expression.

"They... must be in pain, right?"

The judge looked at his lady's little sister, and said coldly, "Sangren dolls of this level don't feel anything."

"Really?" The lady was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the destroyed iron-blooded figures, feeling a little envious.