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Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

The Commander who claimed to be a Transmigrator said to have traveled through several different worlds, and even blew up a planet with his bare hands, and tore off his system with his own hands... Even them Tactical Dolls were not willing to believe such outlandish claim. But seeing how this guy even wanted to unscrew and taste a bottle of Collapse Fluid... They felt that this is most likely true, and their commander...was more like a complete reckless man! -XXXXX- A Google Translated Fic from the Chinese Fic of the same name with some slight edits here and there for fixing, there seems to be a lacking of GFL fanfics and even with those present have too much gloom and this fic is pretty much a breath of fresh air and pacing. I just want to port this so people can see this gem that ive found in the rare GFL fanfics that ive come across. Original CN name; 少女前线的穿越者指挥官必不可能是个莽夫! Disclaimer: I aint own anything, and a mere 'translator' or 'editor' to show gems.

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Chapter 162: I've Taken the Train, Let's Grab a Meal and Drink When Free

Ignoring the Sangvis Ferri Dolls that had resumed normal activity, Renault drove the car directly and found a station south of the main factory along the railway.

Looking at the towering signal tower in the distance, Renault figured that the signal transmitter mentioned by Agent earlier must be this thing.

And the Scarecrow who came to fix this thing...

Right now, she was laboriously climbing up with spare parts in hand.

There weren't many autonomous Dolls at the station. Plus, almost all the Dolls had been mobilized near the factory to fend off the Griffin Dolls and combat personnel that had rushed into the factory. As a result, she had to handle even fine tasks like repairing a signal tower herself. While there were indeed Dolls on the train, they were all ordinary Rippers. Scarecrow didn't trust them with the delicate task of repairing the signal transmitter.

She was afraid they might end up damaging other parts while trying to fix it.

"Hey! Scarecrow!"

Huh?

Scarecrow turned around after hearing that familiar voice.

"Renault! What are you doing here!?" Scarecrow was startled to see Renault below.

"It's because you stood us up. I'm taking this train back. Are you coming along?"

"Taking it back?"

Watching Renault, who had already gotten off the car and was walking around the train, Scarecrow also paused, "Can you do that? Would Sangvis Ferri allow it?"

This train wasn't just some cabbage; it was too costly. Its cost was much higher than that of an elite doll like her. Perhaps Sangvis Ferri might send out one or two elite Dolls on impulse, but they would never send out such an important piece of equipment as a train.

"Allow it? How would I know if those guys agree or not? Anyway, your current boss has agreed."

Better to take matters into one's own hands than to worry about the Sangvis Ferri bosses. Renault hadn't even caught a glimpse of those guys so far; they could be hiding in some corner of the world.

"Boss? Not Lycoris..." Upon hearing Renault's words, Scarecrow subconsciously thought of Lycoris, but before Scarecrow could finish speaking, Renault waved his hand.

"Lycoris is dead. Now, the one controlling Sangvis Ferri is the doll he just made. You'll understand after you fix the signal transmitter."

Probably because the signal transmitter hadn't been fixed yet, the signal from the factory hadn't reached Scarecrow yet.

Originally able to maintain a calm demeanor, Scarecrow's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this news, and her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Watching Scarecrow fall into silence up there, Renault didn't say anything and just waved to M1911 and Vector to help change the train cars behind the locomotive.

Adding a flat car specifically for transporting vehicles, they directly drove the truck onto it and secured it in place, saving them from dismantling and moving the cargo on the train.

M1911 and Vector were not novices and were proficient in this kind of work. With their help, everything was prepared in no time, and Renault was ready to go.

However, Scarecrow seemed to be stunned by Lycoris's death, and she was still staring blankly while holding the parts in her hand.

"Hey! Scarecrow! Stop daydreaming! Are you coming or not? If you're coming, hurry up and fix that thing, or else I'll just drive off!" Seeing Scarecrow on the signal transmitter, Renault shouted again.

"No, you guys go ahead." Hearing Renault's shout, Scarecrow snapped out of her trance, looked down at M16, who was tightly holding onto the car, and turned back to continue repairing the signal transmitter in front of her.

"Alright, then I'll take the car first. If you need it, send someone over to drive it back." Or just control the train's main control system and let it run back by itself. It's not like they didn't have that capability; it's just that without Scarecrow and her team watching over, there might be a higher risk of accidents.

Watching the train depart on the tracks below, Scarecrow almost finished her work as well. As she tightened the last part and restarted the signal tower, the signal from the factory directly connected to her.

The originally normal eyes of Scarecrow suddenly flickered with red light. The various actions of the combat personnel and various commands from the mainframe...

But just as Scarecrow fully assimilated all the information and was about to climb down from the signal transmitter, she suddenly remembered... she seemed to have forgotten a poor guy on that train...

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, Renault had driven the train to the station where they had been waiting for Scarecrow earlier, not far outside the city. If M16 walked back from here, it wouldn't take long.

After all, she was a tactical doll. Although injured, such a distance posed no problem at all.

"Let me drop you off here. Do you know where the G&K branch is in this city?" Looking at the circle of quarantine walls around the city, Renault lowered his head and asked M16, who was about to jump off the train.

"I do. Thanks, Commander Renault."

"No big deal. If you have the chance, come find me and Simonov for a drink." Standing at the window, Renault waved and started the train, heading back in the direction they came from along the track.

Watching the departing train, M16 shook her head with a bitter smile. "Invite me for a drink, but you haven't even told me where you live."

Sighing, M16 carried her somewhat damaged imprinted weapon and walked towards the city isolation wall, taking one step at a time.

Just as she hadn't gone far, about ten minutes later, a fleet of vehicles emerged from the city in the distance, arriving in front of M16 and heading north directly.

"Commander, why do I always feel like there's going to be a big problem with their operation this time?"

"A problem? That's a given, isn't it? A bunch of people barging into your house uninvited, trying to arrest people, and ending up killing someone's father. I'm afraid the elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls might suddenly come out looking for trouble tomorrow."

Although he hadn't personally confirmed how the mind of the unfinished doll in the factory was, Renault was sure that the new doll's mind was definitely different from that of other elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls.

Just based on Lycoris transferring all his permissions to the other before his death, that guy was definitely not a simple character.

This time, Sangvis Ferri was probably going to become a completely "automatic" doll manufacturing factory.

Turning his head to look at the still worried M1911, Renault smiled, "Alright, don't think too much. We'll deal with it when the time comes. Those Sangvis Ferri guys currently pose no threat to us."

It was the Statesec's guys who better not underestimate themselves... If they run over to his side, they're asking for trouble themselves.

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