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

Greena said, shaking her head quickly, shrugging off these unimportant things, looked down at the tablet in her hand, and said to Janetia.

"The AR team is coming back? What's going on? The situation here should be relatively stable, right? Shouldn't the AR team go to other areas where the situation is more urgent?" The AR team, as the elite special operations dolls of 16lab, should have gone to more urgent areas of implementation.

But her S05 area, it shouldn't be necessary, right?Although she applied to be transferred here for the sake of the AR team, but now the S05 area is peaceful, except for some small groups of iron and blood, there is no major conflict at all, and the AR team has no reason...

Only halfway through the thought, Gentia thought of the Iron-Blooded Doll that seriously injured M4A1. Although that Iron-Blooded Doll was not big in size, it seemed to far exceed other Iron-Blooded Elite Dolls in terms of aura and command authority.

"Let me explain. Although your side is very stable now, whether it is iron blood or the military, they have already deployed a large number of troops on the edge of your jurisdiction. If there is no accident, this is probably the most important moment in your life. A safe and secure Christmas for the last time."

Just when Jane Tia was puzzled, the communication in the combat command room was suddenly connected, and the holographic image of Pascal with swollen cheeks and tears in the corners of his eyes suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Hiss! Miss Pascalia, can you stop saying such terrible words in a calm tone? I still want to live to be a hundred years old!" Janetia rolled her eyes in anger when she heard Pascal's words.

This guy, is he clearly cursing her that she won't live until the end of next year?

"And what's the matter with your appearance? Have you been beaten because you speak too poisonously?"

Pascal's blushing cheeks were clearly pinched or punched out by someone. Anyway, she couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing to Pascal, an IOP cash cow.

"Hmph, it's just a certain defeat... Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Just as he was about to say a few harsh words, an arm stretched out from outside the imaging range of the holographic image, and directly clamped Pascal's soft waist. , Turned around mercilessly!

Seeing Pascal's scream, both Gentia and Glenna gasped at the moment.

Good guy, what kind of hatred is this?

"Hey! Anyway, that's it. You just need to be ready to receive the AR team. They are ready to go now. The situation in S05 area will definitely change by then. Be mentally prepared." Pascal, who was in tears, said somewhat angrily.

Seeing that Pascal cut off the communication after finishing speaking, Gentia couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth speechlessly. She couldn't figure out what the upper echelons of Griffin were thinking. They already knew that the target of Sangvis and the military was M4A1, and they wanted to Send M4A1 to her?

Chapter 180 IX Shall We Stay?

"Ah! Really! You must have been an Iron-Blooded Humanoid before, right! Look at how similar we are! Even the hairstyle is exactly the same!" The architect suddenly moved in front of WA2000, and called out to WA2000 with shining eyes.

"Eh!? What! What! How could I be an Iron-Blooded Humanoid!? And... and it is clear that only the hairstyle is a little bit similar! Even the braids are not in the same direction!" The architect who suddenly rushed over was frightened The jumping WA2000 heard the other party's words, and then took a careful look at the other party, and then called out in embarrassment.

Of course, she didn't go for a snowball fight or something. Of course, when the architect was brought in by Maria just now, she naturally noticed the two unfamiliar faces of the architect and the metrology officer.

Since they could be brought in by Maria, presumably they would not fight them on the spaceship, not to mention that the other party just came over for a meal, which happened to be able to help consume the inventory in the warehouse.

But even so, WA2000 didn't mean to suddenly get close to each other. After all, not long ago, they were still fighting with Sangvis, so how could they sit down and get along with each other immediately, like a family.

It's just that she didn't want to approach the architect, it doesn't mean that the architect won't take the initiative to approach...

WA2000 frowned, tired of dealing with the non-stop chattering architect in front of him, and turned his head left and right, trying to seek help from the doll next to him.

But he didn't notice that the helpless metrology officer was quietly walking around behind WA2000 at this time, and stretched out his hand to the sweet cake that WA2000 just took from G3.

The architect raised his eyebrows immediately after he saw that the metrology officer had 'succeeded', and the earnest expression on his face changed instantly.

After taking the cake from the measurement officer, he ran directly away from WA2000.

"Haha! Sure enough, I'm smart!"

"Huh? Ah! My cake!? You..." Seeing the architect who was running and stuffing the whole cake into his mouth, WA2000 felt like he was going to be blown away. This guy ran up to her and made such a toss Love is for a piece of cake?

Originally, she thought that WA2000 would be the architect who chased after her, screaming and screaming as she expected, but when she saw WA2000 just gave her a blank look, she turned her head and walked towards the counter, and immediately froze in place.

Why is this doll's reaction wrong?

The measuring officer next to him felt even more ashamed and raised his forehead at this moment, then raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the counter.

On the other side of the counter, G3 was standing there with a face full of helplessness, and on the counter were several cakes that had been cut and waited to be used.

As for why the faces were full of helplessness, it was naturally because most of the dolls were already full. Although the cakes that were just served tasted very good, they took away a lot of them just after they were served.

But the rest is also quite a lot...

"Did you make too much again?" G3 frowned, thinking about whether he should discuss with G36 to make all the excess milk into cheese that is easy to store. Can waste less.

"Ah, WA2000! It doesn't matter if you get a few more dollars!" Seeing WA2000 going back and forth, G3 was also a little happy. It would be great for her to have a few more edible dolls at home. something happened.

"No, no, one piece is enough for me, but that guy over there doesn't seem to be full, you can ask her." WA2000 quickly waved his hand, picked up the plate, and then pointed to the person who was about to lick the plate in the distance. architect.

Cakes are good, but... If she can eat cakes every day, she may be afraid of desserts in the future. This is one of her few hobbies, and it cannot be destroyed by unrestrained overeating Lose!

As for why SPAS-12 didn't sweep everything here...?

"56-1, I discovered that the pouch of a doll's stomach really has a limit. The more a doll wants to eat, the more his stomach will be stretched to the point where it is difficult to digest because of unexpected food, unless he becomes an existence beyond the doll. ..."

"Huh? So what exactly are you trying to say?" 12-56, who was sitting next to SPAS-1, stuffed the pork ribs held in his chopsticks into his mouth, then spit out a bone, and said to SPAS-12 with some helplessness.

"I won't be a doll anymore! Five or six!" SPAS-12 looked at 56-1 who was still able to continue eating, and shouted unwillingly.

Hearing SPAS-12's words, 56-1 shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Go to the commander, he may be able to transform you into a fatter image to accommodate an extra-large bionic stomach bag, and I’ve said it all, don’t eat so fast when eating, leave a little time for digestion, and be careful that your stomach bag will be directly damaged.”

Not to mention the tips on how to eat more food were exchanged between the two foodies. After being reminded by WA2000, G3 took the initiative to take the initiative, using a large tray to directly pick up the desserts in front of him, and moved towards the architect. come over.

"If it's not enough, there are still here. There are still a lot of ingredients left in the kitchen. Come on, eat more!"

G3 smiled and urged the architect to eat more, but he didn't want the architect to look back at the metering officer tremblingly, "Hey, metering officer, I want to resign from Iron Blood? Is there any way? This is heaven!"

The meter officer who was also urged by G3 to eat more, when he heard the architect's words, the hand holding the plate subconsciously paused, and even directly began to calculate the actual probability of success of this matter in the core of his mind.

However, just after the simulation calculation model was established, the metrology officer shook his head and threw it out of his mind, "Don't talk nonsense! Our mission this time has not been completed yet! Hurry up after eating! The base is waiting for you now ..."

Subconsciously, he wanted to repeat the importance of the task to remind the architect not to skip work on purpose, but he suddenly remembered that this was not the territory of iron and blood, and most of the surrounding figures were tactical figures that were exactly the same as Griffin figures.

Halfway through the talk, the metrology officer stopped talking vigilantly and looked around, but found that no humanoids paid attention to them at all. Even G3, who had just come to deliver snacks, had already returned to the counter of the restaurant.

"Anyway, don't think about it! The agents and masterminds are still waiting for us to set up those Jupiter cannons!" Now that the military's offensive against Sangvis is becoming more and more urgent, after setting up these Jupiter cannons, It is possible to attack the military strongholds through this artillery position.

Of course, the same goes for Griffin's base.

However, their main target is still the large combat teams of the military. Griffin, the small-scale humanoid echelon, is not worthy of their use of the Jupiter cannon. Their iron-blooded armor units alone are enough. These only have old-fashioned weapons in their hands. The Tactical Doll is having a headache.

Chapter 190

It is definitely impossible to stay, the measurer will not let the architect do such a dizzy behavior... Although Renault's treatment is indeed pretty good...

Shaking his head violently, the metrology officer shook out the slightest sign of wavering in his mind, and dragged the architect out of the spaceship.

However, when leaving, G3 deliberately packed up some unfinished snacks in the restaurant and hung them around the architect's neck. Maria also asked CF05 and they bought a lot of "native products" for the architect.

Such as the canned food that has exploded, the wine that can't be piled up in the wine cellar, the meat products that can't be piled up in the warehouse, etc. A series of things that are self-produced and sold on the spaceship are almost out of stock.

Ahem, although for CF05 and MG3, Maria was just helping to clear the inventory, but the architect over there was so moved that his eyes were teary.

"It's decided! I'll see the saboteur when I go back! I won't call that guy a fool!"

Hearing the architect's words, the metrology officer sighed helplessly. I'm afraid that his stupid boss has been completely bought by the other party's supplies.

But it is really hard to see, I didn't expect that just relying on the facilities in the spaceship, the dolls on Renault's side can produce so many materials that are relatively scarce on weekdays.

I haven't seen all kinds of fresh ingredients in Iron Blood for several years. After all, Iron Blood's dolls don't need to eat. Elite Dolls still maintain the function of being able to eat. It can only be said that it was the designer's own preference. .

Therefore, the agent did not take the feeding needs of the elite dolls into the consideration of combat supplies. After all, this is not a necessity for Sangvis at all.

If elite dolls like them want to eat and drink, the only way is to go to those human settlements to find some expired or not expired things.

Well, usually it's mostly canned dry food, and some MRE left over from Griffin or something.

"Hey! That Renault is really a good guy! Tsk tsk, why isn't he the leader of Iron Blood? If that guy is allowed to come to Iron Blood, our standard of living will definitely be greatly improved!"

Sitting behind the dragoon, the architect still clutching a bottle of canned food, sighed with great entanglement in his heart.

The measuring officer who was also sitting on the back of another dragoon, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly when he heard this. It's better to throw away this unrealistic idea as soon as possible. It's impossible.

But even with such determination in his heart, the meter officer couldn't help but start to think about the possibility of this matter...

"Measurer! Meter! I've just counted it! Now Raynor has the destroyer, ah, it's Maria, and the Scarecrow, Executioner, Hunter, Disruptor, Ouroboros, Alchemist, etc. It’s the iron-blooded elite dolls, and there are a lot of ordinary iron-blooded dolls... Count it! That guy is our natural ally! When will we come again..."

Hearing that the architect counted all the iron-blooded elite figures he saw at Renault, the meter officer immediately closed his eyes with a headache...

Well, there are only a few iron-blooded elite figures, and now Renault has almost collected half of them... The commander named Renault, could it be that he has some collection addiction?

But I have to admit that there are so many iron-blooded figures on Lei Nuo's side, if the opponent is not a human, he can really be called an ally of the iron-blooded...

But this is just a matter of thinking, it is impossible for the other party to help Iron Blood...

……

"Wow, are there still so many? There's no room for this!" After eating, he was still holding the Ouroboros that he brought to RFB in his hand, and he was suddenly frightened when he passed the warehouse door. one jump.

"Huh? That's right, there's no more to pile up. It's time to sell these things to some bad guys, otherwise you'll have to squeeze between these supply boxes every day." The alchemist in overalls, Relying on the supplies box next to him at this time, he also said helplessly.

"Well, I will remind the commander to find a way to sell these, otherwise it would be too wasteful to crush them all into fertilizer." M1 Garand also squeezed out of the warehouse at this time, looking at the hands with some headaches tablet.

I didn't expect that one day she would worry about not being able to pile up the supplies at home...

"Oh, then please, if this continues, the farm will be full. MG3 is complaining all day long that the dolls at home consume too little." Hearing M1 Garland's words, Alchemist Warlock waved his hand, turned and walked towards the farm.

Seeing the M1 Garland and those Cutters busy back and forth without touching the ground, Ouroboros shrank its neck and ran away from the warehouse door on tiptoe.

Although she stood there motionless, M1 Garland would not ask her to help, but are you embarrassed?Watching other people busy without touching the ground, playing games by yourself?

For the first time, Ouroboros felt a little guilty, and rushed back to her and RFB's dormitory.

However, after listening to Ouroboros' mental journey, RFB obviously has no embarrassment. While eating heartlessly, he raised his chopsticks and pointed at Ouroboros in front of him, "Why do you think so much? Anyway, when the commander has a mission, you can just spend a little more time thinking about it, wouldn't it be fine?"

Since the commander didn't speak, they naturally don't need to think too much, besides, the commander is not leisurely every day, without any sense of urgency, if they are too diligent...

Then there must be something to make them diligent!what now?There is no task at all!There is nothing to do at all!

Nodding thoughtfully, Ouroboros also sighed. When he was just created, he was obviously an iron-blooded elite combat humanoid, but when he arrived at Renault's side, he instantly became a person who could only eat and drink all day long. The salted fish...

Is there something wrong with this?Do you want to ask that Renault guy if there is anything she can do?

Although her current state is no different from the disturber who fishes all day and Maria who fights all day long, but she has been idle like this...it's not good...

"Hey! Ouroboros! Don't be dazed! This monster here has been refreshed! Come here and help me fight!"

"Oh! Come, come!"

Hi!What are you thinking about?Number one!Number one!

As for the shortage of warehouse space on the spaceship, Renault naturally knew about it. He had already contacted the shipping company from last time. It was time to sell another batch of these supplies that couldn't be piled up.

I don't know if the other party has digested the things sent over last time.