Girls Frontline's Traverser Commander Can't Be a Brash

The crisp sound of the smoke grenade falling on the ground became quite obvious after the doll traffickers stopped shooting. Before they could react, the smoke grenade exploded in response, and the irritating smoke stored in the bomb body spread directly around them, covering a large area behind the explosion-proof cage. Areas are all covered!

"Tear gas... Uhhhh! Cough!" Someone probably wanted to remind others to pay attention to protection, but just opened his mouth, the whole person was hit, and the sharp breath before shouting directly made this person The guy fell down, covering his face and rolling on the ground in pain.

"Oh, it seems to be resolved. This tear gas bomb is really good for dealing with unprotected personnel. How about we bring some in the future?" Hearing the screams and coughing from a distance, Simonov directly clapped his hands.

She originally thought that she would have to kill a few doll traffickers this time, so that the others would be captured honestly, but she didn't expect her commander to solve the problem with only two tear gas bombs.

"But... our dolls are mainly responsible for the infected, isn't it? It doesn't seem necessary to equip tear gas?" BM59 scratched her cheek, but at the end of the sentence, she herself was a little uncertain.

These humanoid traffickers in front of him are obviously proof, and their own commander is probably not the same as Griffin's commander. There may be many human beings in the future combat targets.

Before the smoke cleared, the dolls tied up the only five doll dealers inside, removed all their equipment, and threw them to the gate of the Griffin base one by one.

On Renault's side, they woke up the three AK47s who were still sleeping soundly, and brought the three of them to Sten MK2 and them.

"Where's your commander?"

At this time, in front of Griffin's base, hundreds of self-disciplined dolls who were either killed or shut down almost piled up on a hill, and Sten MK2 and MK23 were moving these guys aside.

And under these self-disciplined dolls, there are still several corpses of doll traffickers, and the wreckage of Stern MK2 and their puppet dolls have been dug out in advance and put aside.

However, Renault didn't see the body of Commander Griffin, presumably it was protected by these figures, but he didn't know where he went.

"Ah! Oops! I almost forgot that I locked the commander in the vault before!?" When seeing Renault approaching, Sten MK2 had already informed MK23 of Renault's general information, but after Renault spoke, She slapped her forehead suddenly, turned around and ran towards the center of Griffin's base.

"Your commander will come out and call me in a while." Seeing MK23 leave, Renault said to Sten MK2, picked up Maxim among the doll dealers, and walked towards the alley not far away.

"Is this base renovated by the bank?" Looking up at the faded billboard above the Griffin base, the sign of 'Bank' could still be vaguely seen on the already yellowed sign, Simonov scratched his head, I don't know if there are any hidden gold nuggets here?

"It should be. If it wasn't a bank, how could there be a treasury, but what is the commander doing?"

"Probably to interrogate that guy. The commander said before that he wanted to find the lair of these guys."

"Well, I really want to go back and rest, but where should we sleep tonight? Do you want to buy a few beds and go back later?"

Several figures were chatting one after another, but MDR, who had been ignored before, limped over at this time, yelling as he walked.

"Hiss! Whoops! You guys...why didn't you come and help me when you saw I was injured! I'm so miserable! Whoops!" I was shot in the back about three times and once in the leg.

She now feels a terrible pain in her back, but the pain is gradually decreasing. Obviously, the pain sensory module on her back is about to break down, and the human form does not have a wound healing condition.

The shot on the leg was even more deadly, directly hitting the joints of the bulletproof body, and now she could feel the bullet rubbing against her body skeleton every step she took.

It's just that as soon as MDR's words came out, M1 Garland and others, as well as Sten MK2, who was still carrying the autonomous doll, all looked at her with strange eyes.

PS: amount. . .Tell me if I want to offer a reward. . . ?

Chapter 45 Legitimate client?

"Isn't this one of yours?"

In unison, M1 Garland and Sten MK2 asked each other this question at the same time.

As for MDR, M1 Garland saw that Renault didn't care about this guy, so they directly regarded it as an advanced humanoid from the local Griffin base. After all, Renault would pick up tactical humanoids when he saw them...

On the side of Sten MK2, subconsciously, MDR, the unfamiliar tactical figure, was regarded as the figure that came with Renault.

Only now it seems...

"Hey, don't think about it, okay, I'm a doll from the Griffin headquarters! I'm here to help Commander Petrenko deal with the armed doll traffickers in this area! You can't let me borrow it first. The maintenance equipment in the base is repaired..."

boom!boom!

"What!? Are there still enemies!?" Hearing the sound of the explosion, Sten MK2 was startled, dropped the self-discipline doll in his hand, took his own weapon, and rushed directly into the Griffin base.

The M2, which was guarding the entrance of the Griffin base with the Sten MK3 before, has already stumbled to the maintenance room for repairs.

Now there are only MK23 and the locked-up commander in the base, but what happened to the explosion just now?

Just when M1 Garland was hesitating whether to go in and have a look, Renault had already walked back with Maxim, "Go in and have a look."

Maxim who was thrown to the ground grunted, his legs twisted weirdly, even if someone untied him, this guy couldn't escape.

With Renault taking the lead, M1 Garland and the others naturally agreed, and followed Renault into the gate of Griffin Base.

"Hey! Ah! You! You are waiting for me! Don't always exclude me alone!" MDR limped after him.

The lobby of the 939 base is the original bank lobby. There are some tables, chairs, sofas and other things here, so that the dolls can take a short rest here. The original bank counters have been completely demolished and replaced by an open style kitchen.

The second floor should be a dormitory in human form, the basement is the command center of the base, and the maintenance room is also underground. Of course, the bank's former vault is also on the basement floor, and the sound of the explosion came from the stairs leading to the basement floor .

When Renault entered the Griffin base, he happened to see the figure of Sten MK2 flashing away from the stairs. Naturally, he followed directly without the slightest hesitation.

The Griffin base, which was almost completely wiped out by the humanoid traffickers, looked extremely embarrassed at the moment. The corridors were full of bullet holes, and the ground was full of footprints left by those humanoid traffickers when they carried supplies.

"MK23!? What's going on here!?" As soon as they stepped up the stairs, the group heard Sten MK2's shrill cry.

After everyone came down to take a look, they saw MK23 lying not far from the vault door, which had been blown beyond recognition, and the vault door was still tightly closed. Obviously, she hadn't had time to release her commander. , was bombed immobile.

And not only can't move, but fortunately, some key parts of this guy's body are constructed of bulletproof materials, otherwise, he would have completely said goodbye to this world by now.

"Don't shout, there is no problem with the mental core. Throw it into the repair warehouse and repair it. It won't take long. Now ask her how to open the warehouse door." The door of the vault is very strong at first glance. The building was demolished, otherwise Renault would have nothing to do now.

"Huh? But MK23's sound system has..."

"Use your Zener protocol to connect. If it doesn't work, find a wire to connect directly."

"Oh! That's right!" Sten MK2, who was in a panic, only started to use the Zener protocol to contact the already immobile MK23 after being reminded by Renault. After asking for the password to open the vault door, he was relieved.

With the password, the originally thick door of the vault was opened very easily, and Petrenko inside was holding a gun at this moment, watching the door vigilantly.

"Sten MK2!? Are you back to normal!?" Petrenko was startled when he saw the Sten MK2 pushing open the door, and quickly shouted.

You must know that the first one to be controlled was Sten MK2. This guy shot back at that time, not to mention knocking off his hat, and directly shaved off a small piece of his scalp!

No, it's still bleeding!

"Hey! I'm back! I'm back! I'm back to normal, Commander! The AK47s who went to the warehouse to check the situation are back! Those doll traffickers have been arrested!"

Looking at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, Sten MK2 quickly waved his hand and explained what happened just now.

"What's going on here? Haven't all the doll traffickers been arrested? What happened to MK23? How could it be so badly injured?" Before going to the maintenance room with M3, after getting rid of the alcohol on his body, Tokarev also ran over, but his cheeks were still flushed.

Apparently the alcohol hadn't completely gone away.

Seeing Tokarev in normal condition, Petrenko breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the vault cautiously, fearing that a group of humanoid traffickers were ambushing him outside the vault.

The fact that his own character was controlled was too frightening. The subordinates who had been with him for several months defected and shot him on the spot. He didn’t shoot Sten MK2 just now, which is considered a big heart.

"It seems that you are quite frightened."

Petrenko breathed a sigh of relief after stepping out of the vault gate, when he heard a man's voice suddenly sounding from not far away, which made Petrenko tremble in fright. There were no men in his Griffin base. why suddenly...

"Uh, it's Mr. Renault, who are you?" Looking back at Renault's face, Petrenko felt relieved and asked, wiping off his cold sweat.

"I just came to see you. By the way, do you know the guy who can control the self-disciplined figure, that is, the old man who lives in the manor in the northwest. Where is that guy now?"

"Old man? Manor in the northwest? Is that old Mr. Plyushkin? He is our client, and there is a vertical farm and a breeding farm in the east of this town. I wonder if Mr. Renault has anything to do with him?"

Petrenko, who heard Renault's question, frowned and thought about it, and then told the old gentleman's information. After all, this is not top-secret information. As long as you have the heart, you can ask about it on the street. .

Um?Judging by Petrenko's expression, he probably didn't know that the old man was actually a remote-controlled self-disciplined doll. It seemed that it was useless to ask this guy, and he still had to rely on himself to find that guy.

"It's nothing, I just want to investigate the matter of that guy trying to control my dolls. You'd better report what happened here, and I don't think it would be possible to put dozens of guys who transform themselves into dolls in a manor. Legitimate client."

After all, Renault waved his hand and left the Griffin base with a group of figures.

PS: Well. . .No one cares about me. . .Then I will write slowly. . .

Chapter 46 Trouble Only for Advanced Dolls

"Hiss, maintenance room?" MDR, who followed Renault and the others into the Griffin base, noticed the sign posted on the stairs.

Looking at the backs of Renault and the others, MDR turned around and walked towards the maintenance room, "We are all Griffin's colleagues, so I don't mind borrowing the maintenance warehouse for a little bit, right? Anyway, it's just a minor injury. Not much material."

It's just that next to the maintenance room of Base 939 is the command center in the base, where the large communicator used to contact Griffin's headquarters is placed.

Originally, I was thinking of going to the maintenance warehouse to repair the MDR for myself, but my eyes lit up immediately after seeing the communicator, "Oh! The communicator! I remember that this thing can also log into the Griffin anonymous version, Log in just before repairs!

hey-hey!Haven't been online for so long, anonymous version!Your emperor is back! "

Looking at the familiar anonymous version interface on the screen, MDR pulled the keyboard and typed an extremely complicated account number and password, and then pressed the Enter key confidently.

Landed successfully!

Welcome back, MDR!

"Aha!" Seeing that his account had successfully logged in, MDR clapped his hands, and was about to check the latest news on the anonymous version, but found that the date and time displayed in the lower right corner of the anonymous version... seemed to match the time in his body not on...

The unfamiliar commander, the unfamiliar tactical figure, and the strange attitude towards himself all made MDR more and more suspicious.

Now add the time that is completely different from her own cognition, and the... frequent posting status on this account...

The most recent one is that she held up her mobile phone and took a picture of herself in a panic when she accidentally knocked over the sundae... Just 10 minutes ago, the message was "Oh, accidentally, it seems that I have to change clothes up. '

The account is logged in remotely.

Just when MDR was planning to flip through the previous records in disbelief, this line of words popped up on the interface in front of him.

As for why...

'Who! ?Which shameless guy actually dared to steal my account number!It's just a disgusting mother opening the door to nausea!Disgusting home! '

After the account logged in at MDR was pushed down, a new post immediately appeared in the anonymous version. Although the name of the person who posted the post was not written, the tone, and the location information of the remote login posted by the other party... …

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"In the end, the old man didn't show up in person, but is he hiding in his own farm or farm?"

"I don't know, but it's getting dark now, so we should wait until dawn to go."

Simonov and BM59 followed Renault, talking nonchalantly, but when they approached the truck compartment and were about to get on the truck, Simonov frowned strangely.

Because of the position of the car door, there are two bright red handprints.

Of course, it's not blood, it's just the circulating fluid of the human form, and the traces are still fresh, obviously not left by the previous AK47.