The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

"Because I heard that it was a stunned young man who took the idea of ​​the Doll Protection Association seriously... so he went bankrupt." The technician laughed and said, "The most profitable thing in this era is dolls, and he still spends money on it." Protect those workers..."

After seeing UMP45's more and more kind smile, the technician realized the seriousness of the problem, and he dared not speak, but only squeezed a flattering smile at UMP45.

"So what's up with those hooligans who are looting human figures? Don't tell me you don't know anything about it."

"It's not my fault, and I didn't let those gangsters rob other people's dolls, I just bought them with money!"

"But you didn't stop it either." UMP45 showed a icy smile: "Do you think this kind of words can completely shake off your responsibility?"

"I, I, I..." Looking at UMP45 with an increasingly gloomy smile, the technician hurriedly thought of a countermeasure.

This technician knows that not all dolls can harm human beings, as long as they basically pass the technical level, they can break through the original shackles, whether it hurts people or kills them is not a problem.

"WdnmdGhsGkdAwsl." The technician suddenly read out a code, and then said, "This is the code for my personal safe house."

UMP45 took out a paper map and threw it to him, and freed his hand, the technician tremblingly drew a circle on the map: "This is my new safe house, I moved all important things to It's in there."

"I hope what you said is true." UMP45 took the map, and then contacted other teammates: "Colt, you go to the location I sent you to investigate."

From the other end came Colt Revolver's high-pitched and excited voice: "Understood! Sir! I'll investigate right away!"

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, I just ask you to let me go and spare my life!"

"That depends on the value of the content you provide." UMP45 pulled a chair over and sat in front of the technician: "Let's chat now."

"Ask whatever you want!" The technician admitted defeat very thoroughly, showing no resistance at all.

"Good, then on to the first question."

UMP45 took a pistol from the holster that fit her hand and aimed it at the technician's torso.

"What do you collect so many dolls for?"

"I am changing the human form, clearing their personality, erasing their trademarks, and then selling them."

"Are you doing it by yourself?"

"That's right, I did it by myself..." "The answer is wrong."

UMP45 pulls the trigger: What comes out of the gun is not a murderous bullet, but an injection. After hitting the technician's body, the liquid inside is automatically injected into his body.

"You, what did you call me?"

"It's simple, it's just Veritaserum."

The moment he heard this word, the technician's face turned pale.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no... I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

"If you cooperate, you won't die."

"No, you don't understand anything, you don't understand anything, you don't understand anything!!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom—the technician kept bumping his head to the ground under UMP45's surprised gaze.

The use of the medicine made the technician's pupils start to slacken, but he did not succumb to the medicine's effect, but maintained himself with will and pain.

"Let's stop here, Tactical Doll, just take me away, treat me as the mastermind behind the scenes, and just throw me in prison."

"Oh? This is really curious. Is the person behind you so big?"

But at this time, the effect of the medicine had already been exerted, and the technician just kept dripping with sweat, repeating: "Let's stop here, let's stop here, let's stop here."

"It's really getting more and more curious."

UMP45 picked up the gun and aimed at the technician, and when he was about to give him a second shot, he suddenly flew into a black cylinder with red light shining.

UMP45 had already reacted to this. She dragged the technician who had turned into a repeater with one hand and hid behind the concrete pillar bunker, while UMP9, who had no hostages, hid behind the bunker a bit slower than her sister.

Blazing flames spewed from the cylinder thrown into the chamber, and the blast blasted the wreckage around it into dust.

The dense machine guns attacked the two people's hiding places without interruption. The cement of the bunker was crackled like biscuit crumbs, and the debris flew around.

"9!"

"I know, Miss 45!"

In order to attract firepower, UMP9 began to shoot passionately with the attackers across the bunker.

It's hardly accurate, but UMP9 does direct most of the multi-faceted machine guns where she's at by doing so.

UMP45 took a lot of pressure off here, and took the opportunity to directly inject the second veritaserum into the technician.

The second veritaserum was not something that reason and ego could fight against. The technician stopped repeating the reading very quickly, and just stared wide-eyed, drooling, and staring blankly.

"Tell me, what are those figures for?"

"Those human figures are to be processed into blank human form bodies, and used to create a brand new third type of human form that is different from IOP and Sangvis."

The third type of doll, so ambitious!

But UMP45 didn't have time to think about it, and continued to ask amidst the sound of gunfire: "Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Yes……"

boom!

Just when she was about to say the first syllable, a group of strange purple flames burst out from his mouth.