The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

Before the explosion, she didn't take much damage because the judge transferred the shield to the lady.

But the judge who lost the protection of the shield was also submerged in the collapsed tunnel.

"Sister Judge? Sister Judge? Where are you, Sister Judge?"

The noble lady threw the chainsaw battle ax aside, shouted in the tunnel while picking up the rubble with her hands.

With a hundred times sensitive physique, the lady only felt a strong sense of discomfort when her hands touched the bricks and stones.

However, after being stunned for a few seconds, the lady still walked into the ruins.

Every time the lady touches something other than her own weapon, she will feel tingling and itching. The body that cannot be controlled by a childish mind makes her feel pain like a knife just standing in the sun and being blown by the wind.

These pains and strange sensations made her feel extremely tormented, and the white cream skin even seeped overloaded bionic sweat and bursts of white mist under the stimulation, and the soaked black dress was tightly attached to her body.

But even though she knew that this process was extremely painful, the lady still chose to move these things away, looking for the buried 'sister judge'

A few minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from a distance, and the reborn beak came to the scene driving a motorcycle.

"This is really bad." Beak frowned looking at the mess.

Then she saw a lady in a beautiful dress among the ruins.

"Hey, what are you doing there?"

"Sister Beak?" The woman turned around, her golden eyes flickering.

It looked like he was about to cry.

The iron-blooded elite humanoid has high physical fitness and skin defense, so the lady was not injured.

The originally beautiful dress has already absorbed the bionic sweat, the hair is stuck to the body vertically, and the dust is all over the body.

The originally beautiful and coquettish lady became an ugly duckling in the slums.

"Are you an idiot? You are still picking things up when you are so sensitive?"

"I, I'm looking for the judge's sister." The lady replied timidly.

Beak doesn't like this weak younger sister.

She has a well-developed appearance, body and physical fitness, but she has a timid and autistic personality, which makes her look down on her.

"Tsk, what a stupid look."

"..." Facing the ridicule from the beak, the lady just lowered her head and accepted it submissively.

This made Beak even more angry: if this trash could have the courage to scold or attack her, she might not look down on her so much.

But the noble ladies let her down again and again, which made Beak very annoyed by it: if it wasn't for his father, Lyco, who said he would take good care of her, Beak wouldn't bother to talk too much to this coward.

However, looking at the lady standing in the ruins full of tears and helpless, she still couldn't swallow this breath in the end——

"Go away and stay for me. I'll help you find a judge."

"——! Sister Beak...!"

"Stop making such a stupid look, get out, and I'll help you."

".....no need."

Just when Liao was about to get off the locomotive and work hard, the voice of the judge suddenly came from the ruins.

The largest ruins trembled suddenly, and then the short, disfigured judge pushed away the bricks and rubble that were pressing on him.

At this time, the judge's whole body was covered with wounds, his skin was black and red, and he looked like a battered doll.

At the same time, the biological skin covering the left hand disappeared, and the skeleton-like mechanical arm was exposed to the air.

The other hand, which is still intact, pulled out the same tattered UMP40 from the ruins.

After walking out, the judge turned his head to look at the lady, and very rarely took the initiative to nod and greet the lady.

This was such a rare reaction for a lady that she felt a little flattered.

Beak looked at the unconscious UMP40 in amazement: "It has become like this, but this tactical figure is still alive?"

The judge also said in a strange tone: "She was about to die when the explosion happened—but, it seemed that something was pulling her back from death."

Others didn't know what was going on, but the judge saw it clearly: UMP40 was about to be torn apart when the explosion started.

But before the judge saw the light green light healing UMP40's body, it was not only repairing UMP40's body, but also repairing UMP40's clothes.

"Life and death, life and death... But that process is too stimulating for her mind, and she probably won't be able to wake up for a while."

"What shall we do with her? Tie her to the back of my motorcycle and drag her for 20 kilometers?" Beak suggested in a playful way.

"She is our prisoner, so she will naturally be locked up in a cell." The judge sternly rejected Zuo's neurotic proposal, "Our father will decide on the specific ruling."

"Cut, okay." Beak sighed in disappointment.

Her eyes turned to look outside: "Forget about this tactical doll, but those tactical dolls that slipped away should be dealt with?"

The judge opened his mouth, but just as she was about to speak, the voice of Eliza (mastermind) came from the Iron Blood network channel:

[Attention, all iron-blooded elite tactical figures come to the meeting room after completing the current task, repeat, all...]

"It's really not the time, it seems we can only go back like this." Beak said angrily.