The strongest tactical maid absolutely refuses to serve

Onee-sama is still waiting for Monica...to live...to live...

Suppressing the severe pain from her abdomen, Monica moved step by step towards the gate of the manor, the nearest Noah Church headquarters, but she did not believe that the gang of gods would come back to save her.

So the only thing we can do now is to leave here, otherwise, it would be terrible if we are found by the pursuers. Now that Monica is not as powerful as a wild boar, if she is caught, she will just wait for the group to take the bus without any resistance at all. Ability.

Just like the situation on the other side of the mansion, on the way to the gate, it is almost impossible to see where there is no red. The corpses of the manor guards are all over the asphalt road leading to the gate. When Monica is about to reach the gate, A voice suddenly trembled from her left side, calling her name.

"Mo... Monica, is that you?"

"Eh? This voice is..."

Monica was startled, and walked to the left with difficulty, because the voice was so familiar to her.

At this moment, under the big tree by the side of the road, there was a blond girl lying on the edge of a special beach. The khaki uniform and blue skirt of the female guard had long since disappeared, replaced by a beach Milky white milk, a pair of blood-stained meat buns, and two bloody sunken eye sockets that exposed rotten flesh.

"'Poposa'! 'Poposa' what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Monica quickly walked up, sat down next to "Poposa" with difficulty, and hugged her in her arms. The weather is relatively cold now. If this continues, the body of "Poposa" will will be damaged by freezing.

Although, she was already broken...

"Monica... hum... Monica... are you still alive? Humph..."

The words of "Poposa" were full of astonishment, and blood-red tears flowed from the sunken eye sockets. There was a new hope in the face that had been ruined by playing.

This is really great, not only the snow-white one, but also the silver-gray one is still alive, we... We shouldn't have lost.

"Please don't talk, I'll help you stop the bleeding right away, now that medicine is so strong, you can just do a transplant and you'll be fine, so please don't move yet."

Monica supported Poposa's meticulous and slender shoulders with her left hand, took off her maid's headband with her right hand, and pulled out the fixed part with her teeth, preparing to bandage the eye sockets of "Poposa", as long as there is no infection, Everything is easy to say.

"No! Monica, forget it! I... don't need this anymore."

"Poposa" blocked Monica's right hand with her arm, shook her head, her blood-red eye sockets seemed to be able to see Monica, and pointed her stiff face at Monica.

"But, 'Poposa', you can still be saved, as long as..."

"Really? Forget it..."

"Poposa" touched the garden with his left hand, then pinched his hand in the direction of Monica's voice, and Monica immediately saw a mass of viscous liquid drawn into threads on her hand. A strong stench came over the thread immediately, which made Monica feel very uncomfortable.

"Monica, do you think 'Poposa' still has the face to live?"

"But there is hope in life, isn't there? 'Poposa' you... eh? Monica's pistol."

Just when Monica was about to dissuade "Poposa", "Poposa" had an extra pistol in his hand at some point. Monica took a closer look, didn't it belong to her?Touching under the blood-red maid's skirt, the pistol was indeed gone.

"Oh! Monica, according to what our elder sister said, if there are gods in this world...then I hope that the gods will let us see you in the next life!"

"Poposa" looked at Monica with bloody eyes, with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his chin, and a happy smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

bah—

The happy smile was frozen forever, and "Poposa" threw herself into Monica's arms with satisfaction. Monica's eyes widened, her left hand couldn't help trembling, and she pointed upward towards the broken body of Bobosha. Wipe off the top of your head.

It's all... real, the gunshots are real, the bullets are real, the "Poposa"... is real.

"No! Porposa—tired?"

Monica opened her eyes in an instant, and sat up from the bed at once. At this time, there was no white "Poposa" in her arms, only a quilt, and a few empty wine bottles on the glass .

"Is it a dream again? Ah—maybe Monica is too sad? I drank some tea yesterday...'Poposa' is already gone, how could she still be alive?"

After seeing clearly that she was still in yesterday's room, Monica lifted the quilt, took out the hidden pistol from under the pillow, and put it between the little inner and her buttocks. She was wearing only underwear and showed a girly figure. He got out of bed with those empty wine bottles, stepped on a white gold-rimmed slipper on his exquisite white jade feet, and walked towards the living room with small steps.

In addition to the "big dog" who is still sleeping, there is a set of sofas and coffee tables in the living room. The decoration is relatively simple, but there are two computers next to the sofa, and two sets of BOD head-mounted VR.

Monica put the empty wine bottle in the trash can, put down the pistol, sat on the sofa alone, and glanced at the clock. It was eight o'clock in the morning Moscow time, and she didn't know what to do. She was a little confused.

She looked at the tea table in front of her again. At this time, there were an SVD sniper rifle, an AK74mb, and a large-caliber sniper rifle similar to "Barrett". This is the M107 sniper rifle, which is modular. Barrett, mufflers and more accessories can be added.

(Friendly reminder from the author: Many readers may not know the model AK74mb. This is a special model that can be turned into a calf-style rifle by refracting the stock. It appeared once in the previous article, and I will explain it here.)

Dozens of rounds of large and small bullets that were not wrapped in oiled paper, together with several bottles of Hongqi vodka, were scattered on the coffee table. There were also many styles of guns hanging on the wall next to them, almost from east to west. Everything you need, even an extremely rare "Dreiser" needle gun, but it has no bullets.

This kind of place, which is comparable to the "Arsenal", is naturally not Monica's house, because this is Monica's own secret safe house, and even her father doesn't know that there is such a place.

This was a painful experience many years ago, and it taught her a lesson. Her mother missed her shot because she was crying and was killed by bad guys, so Monica decided not to cry anymore, but also to live. In a house full of weapons, not just holding one rifle all the time, but being able to pick up a variety of rifles to fight at any time is what allows her to sleep soundly at night.

This safe house has only been visited by "Poposa" since Monica built it. I am afraid that Dad is still monitoring "Ben Family". Yes, it was her battle—a battle that was not yet decided.

"I'm sorry Dad, there are some things Monica has to do, because you agreed, didn't you?"

Monica picked up the vodka on the coffee table, unscrewed the cap with a hard twist, and started to ton ton like drinking plain water.

A few bullets with exposed steel cores also rolled down to the solid wood floor due to the collision with the bottom of the vodka bottle, making a crisp metal impact sound, which awakened the sleeping Silver Wolf, who raised his proud head Staring at everything around him, he found that only the master had gotten up, so he ran to Monica's feet and squatted down, waiting for her to order.

"Ah——by God, the vodka is still so delicious. It would be great if my sister and 'Poposa' were here. It's a pity that no one is with Monica, isn't it?"

Monica drank the vodka in the bottle, and held the thick neck of the silver wolf with both hands. She was as small and cute as a doll, showing a satisfied and sad expression, recalling what she should do.

"That's right, it's tonight. Although Monica doesn't know what will happen, Monica must go. This is the only possible clue. If she doesn't go... I'm afraid Monica will regret it for the rest of her life, right? "

Chapter 85 Counterattack from the KGB

"Comrade Berzin, are you sure it's 11:30 this evening? This time just happens to be the time when the Red Square guards change over. They really know how to choose the time!"

In the office of the head of the KGB at the Lubyanka Hotel, Edmundovich looked at the schedule of the Red Square guards in his hand. He hadn't eaten the breakfast on the table, and the bread and water had long been cold.

No way, I was too busy, so busy that I didn't even have time to rest in the hospital. These days, the KGB has been tracking down the whereabouts of the attackers that day, but they still found nothing, and they couldn't find anything.

Judging from the current situation, the enemy's actions at night are likely to be the only clue, and it may be the same group of people.

But it is still impossible to determine its authenticity. The KGB almost turned the forest upside down, but found nothing. Now the whereabouts of the enemy are completely unknown, and Edmondovich and the others are very passive...

"Yes! Comrade Edmondovich, they plan to enter through the north gate at 11:30 p.m. There won't be many people, only about [-] people, all of whom are armed."

Berzin was holding his briefcase on the table with both hands, probably because he was too tired, his eyes felt a little dull, not very energetic.

"In addition, they said their purpose this time. They seem to be going to steal something from the Kremlin. This thing seems to be very important to them, and they are not the same team as the one who attacked the KGB before. Please rest assured."

"Isn't it the same team... come to steal something?"

Edmundovich put down the schedule in his hand, walked to the window, walked back quickly, stood beside Berzin, bent down and said.

"Are they asking you to take them in yourself tonight?"

"Well! Yes, Comrade Edmundovich, they want me to open the door myself and let them in."

Berzin looked up at him, speaking word for word.

"Going to the Kremlin to steal things, as well as armed personnel, must not want to cause any sabotage, but really want to create something earth-shattering."

Having said that, Edmondovich pressed his right hand on the desk, and looked at Berzin in front of him with hale and hale eyes.

"Tonight I will arrange for more comrades to go there. The entire Red Square will be controlled by our KGB people, and all roads on the ground and in the air will be blocked. Comrade Berzin, your task is very difficult, you need to go with them Go in, then come out, then we will use a red signal flare as an order, and then you have to quickly find a place to hide and protect yourself."

"Well! Comrade Edmondovitch, of course I know that."

Berzin nodded seriously. At this time, he should be like a big Slavic man, holding his stomach and laughing when Edmundovich looked down on him, but he didn't do it like a marionette on a stage. Being controlled by someone's own free soul.

"But Comrade Edmondovich, will you go there too? It will boost morale a lot, won't it!"

"Do you mean going to the Kremlin to direct on the spot?"

Edmundovich looked at Berzin puzzled, feeling that he was talking nonsense.

"Comrade Berzin, you are tired... The Lubyanka Hotel is less than one kilometer away from the Red Square. Isn't this equivalent to on-site command? Okay, comrade, go back and rest first, it's nine o'clock in the morning , go back to rest well, and have to work at night."

Seeing that Berzin began to say this kind of "brainless" thinking, the secret agent profession is most taboo "not afraid of not having a brain, but afraid of not using one's brain", so Edmundovich supported Berzin's shoulders and turned towards Walking to the gate, I have been busy for so many days, so I should rest for a while, and it would be better to sleep for a few hours.

"It's all right, Comrade Edmondovitch! I'm not tired yet."

Berzin, who was personally sent to the door, did not forget to say back that he wanted to stay here for a while, but Edmondovich would not allow him to do so, hoping that he could take a good rest.

"Needless to say, you go to rest first, I hope you will see your triumphant return tonight!"

Edmundovich waved Berzin at the door, then closed the door, and quickly walked back to his desk, flipping through a pile of information about the Red Square, still in the past few days Surveillance near the Kremlin.

Perhaps because of the darkness under the lamp, Edmondovich, who was immersed in his work, did not seem to notice that behind the photo frame of the "Mentor Portrait" behind him, a thick wooden board was inserted into the There are tiny "silver needles".

But that one was so small that no one would notice it unless they looked carefully.

"Eh? So it's 11:30 tonight? It's nine o'clock in the morning, and there are still about fourteen hours... But now I know the time. Thank you, Dad!"

In an inconspicuous small street near Red Square, Monica took off her earphones with satisfaction, raised her arms high in a way that did not conform to the etiquette of a maid, made a sound like a lazy frozen fish, and stretched out her uneducated Lazy.

"Okay, the remaining question is how to get into the Kremlin. Although Monica can use her own identity to get in, Dad and the others will definitely find out that way, so... eh? Big sister, are you awake?"

Like Alice, Monica looked back at the trash can behind her with a smirk. There was a female colonel in a Soviet-style military uniform tied up there. She had a hideous face, a rag in her mouth, and her hands were tied behind her back. The straight black silk thighs were also tied up piece by piece, looking a bit seductive with ropes.

The female colonel couldn't speak, and kept struggling there. Just before, it was obviously just a cute little sister with silver-gray hair who came to her to ask for directions, but the moment she bent over In an instant, her vision turned black, and when she woke up, she realized that she had become Monica's captive.

"Roar--"

Seeing the female colonel trying to break free, Silver Wolf immediately showed his sharp fangs and yelled at her. Monica immediately signaled Silver Wolf not to do this, then walked up to the female colonel, and brought up the gray maid Skirt, legs bent knees, made an elegant maid ceremony.

"Beautiful big sister, Monica is really sorry. In order to prevent Dad and the others from discovering Monica, I have to borrow your identity for a while. Please rest assured that you only need to have a good sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day." of myself."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Snapped--

A white rag suddenly fell on the female colonel's face, and the strong smell of anesthetics flowed down her nose and was inhaled into her lungs. After a while, the female colonel fell into a coma, with little time to react .

Monica has calculated the dose, and the female colonel probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning. During this time, Monica can freely use her identity to enter the Kremlin at will.

"Although there are no important clues on Dad's computer, there are some things that are quite good."

Monica said to herself, this female colonel she saw in the information on Edmundovich's computer, she was about the same height and shape as herself, and it was easy to change clothes, and she was also from the Red Square One of the security chiefs is free to enter and leave the Kremlin at any time.

What's more, she seemed to like children very much, so Monica deliberately dressed up as a little lolita, unexpectedly she was really hooked, it was not difficult at all.

After confirming that the female colonel had really fallen asleep, Monica squatted beside her, loosened the rope that bound her, and then turned her face up, peeling off her clothes one by one until the slender Monica's beautiful shoulders and smooth and delicate white thighs appeared in front of Monica's eyes, she stopped, and kindly covered her with a piece of cloth, leaving behind her gun.

"Gods above, I'm really sorry big sister, Monica has no choice but to do this, and please forgive Monica in the future."

Monica held the female colonel's Soviet-style military uniform and one-handed skirt, and saluted again to express her apology.

"But Monica isn't going to do anything bad, she's just going to hit the bad guys, put bullets through their heads, not do bad things. Okay, Monica's done, 'Big Dog'! Let's go gone."

Chapter 86 "Katyusha" Captain

09:30 in the morning Moscow time, this time is a time for people in the new Soviet Union to go to work.

Because the eight-hour work system is strictly enforced in the entire Union, for most people in the new Soviet Union, they start at eight o'clock in the morning and get off work at four o'clock in the afternoon, half of the time is spent on labor and half of the time is spent on study, so even as a national The most famous scenic spot in Moscow and the seat of political institutions - Red Square, can't help but feel a little bit bleak at this time, and even a fallen leaf blown by the wind can't be seen.

At the gate of the Kremlin, two young Soviet soldiers were standing in a sentry guard, carefully watching the Red Square in front of them. But now, in the Red Square, apart from the worker comrades who were sweeping the floor, only Soldiers in green uniforms together.

Faced with such a scene, one of the Soviet soldiers glanced at the surveillance camera above his head, and made a small movement toward the surveillance camera. The surveillance camera immediately moved a little forward. Although it was not obvious, it just moved the two people in the sentry out. Without monitoring, you can only see the situation in front of the sentry post.

Seeing that the monitor left them, the Soviet soldier groped in the carrying bag behind his waist, took out a pack of cigarettes with his left hand, and then tapped it on the table. A Jinsheng cigarette imported from Huaguo He held it in his hands and held it between his chapped lips.

"Hey! Comrade Chekhov, have you brought a fire?"

The young Soviet soldier held the gun belt with his right hand, and pointed at the young soldier named Chekov with a cigarette in his mouth. He took out the windproof lighter and quickly lit it for him.

"Huh—I haven't smoked for three whole days, it's really comfortable...Comrade Chekhov, are you getting one too?"

"Me? Comrade Kirov, let me forget it!"

Looking at Kirov who was puffing, Chekov shook his hand and rejected Kirov's invitation.

In fact, this is also Kirov's kindness. Although the new Soviet Union implements a "no currency policy", there are still strict controls on certain things, such as "cigarettes". You can only take two packs a week, and you can only smoke less than three cigarettes a day on average. This is very uncomfortable for old smokers.

So this has also made another characteristic of the new Soviet Union. The smoking rate is so low that after 2000, there are less than ten tobacco production bases in the entire Soviet Union. Fortunately, there are still many imported goods. Otherwise, the history of cigarettes in the Soviet Union would be I am afraid that it will be completely eradicated.

Of course, the army will also distribute cigarettes uniformly. As for why...it's probably as simple as distributing black tea for cold resistance?

"That's really a pity... Huh—"

Kirov showed a regretful expression, clenched the gun belt with his right hand, kept his eyes on the Red Square, and took another deep breath of his cigarette.

"It's rare that Commissar Fumin, Colonel Berzin and Colonel 'Katyusha' are not here, otherwise he will definitely be scolded. After all, Commissar Fumin was really brave that day, fighting a giant wolf with a pistol , It's really amazing!"

"That's right! After all, he is not an ordinary person who can come to the Kremlin's guards to serve as a political commissar. It's just a pity that he was seriously injured, and he is now in the hospital... Hey! Give me one too!"

Chekov also shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and Kirov hurriedly borrowed a fire to light it for him, so the two of them stared out of the window in the sentry, smoking and taking a nap, while sighing about the recent events. things.

Since the outbreak of "World Convergence", the whole world has been in turmoil, and the new Soviet Union is no exception. Large areas of high-radiation wasteland have appeared in the Far East, but fortunately there are some permafrost, and they have avoided the main fossil fuels. The place of origin, such as natural gas, is not greatly affected at all.

Moreover, the setting in the game is that except for the Far East of the new Soviet Union, other places are generally dangerous areas, and monsters are also very weak, and they are particularly easy to suppress.

So the new Soviet Union quickly solved most of the problems, and the people can continue to live normally. Of course, the war alarm was still issued by the government. The last time this was issued was 88 years ago.