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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 154: Time to Showcase Racial Talents

"I can't face anyone anymore! Ahhhh!" As the flames gradually subsided, Vector also snapped out of her manic state. However, just as she regained her composure, she wailed and dashed into the freshly organized dormitory, burying herself inside and refusing to come out.

"Well, this is probably the suppressed nature bursting out," A-91 chuckled, shaking the empty bottle in her hand.

"Phew, luckily this time Vector didn't target my stock. But it seems I'll need to hide it more discreetly in the future." Simonov sighed with relief. As long as she didn't tamper with her liquior inventory, everything was fine.

Besides, Vector behaving this way is actually a good thing. After all, Vector is usually too low-key, almost fading into the background.

In another dormitory by the window.

"Ahaha! New material acquired! But I wonder if Griffin still has another Vector doll. If not, this valuable data will have to be kept as a dark secret."

Watching the playback in her hand, MDR grinned and saved the recording to the 'important data' folder.

"Um, MDR, are you sure Vector won't come after you when she finds out?" Seeing MDR's mischievous smile, M200 couldn't help but wipe her sweat. MDR, as a senior, is usually reliable, but unfortunately...

Once this guy gets hold of a phone, she can't help but feel uncomfortable if she doesn't cause trouble.

Compared to her, RFB, who's next to her, is already very honest.

Thinking this, M200 glanced at RFB, who was leaning against the wall on the bed. This guy, just after finishing tidying up, sat here motionless. If it weren't for her fingers moving, she'd look like she went down.

...

In the narrow communication point.

Alina frowned tightly, packing her personal belongings into her carry-on bag. Although she didn't know what would happen, G&K's side had undoubtedly begun to deploy dolls to the G&K base in this city.

Some came by helicopter, some by car, one or two at a time, most of them were high-level dolls, and it's even possible that they were elite dolls among Griffin.

As for Statesec's side, although Alina couldn't determine the exact number, she was sure there were quite a few, at least five teams or more combat personnel, and possibly even more.

Along with these guys, there were many weapons and equipment, all piled up in the Statesec's nearby safe house.

Alina recorded all this information, but this was also what Nicholas and the higher-ups meant. As a small liaison officer, she naturally couldn't change anything.

It's just that such a spectacle, to be honest, she had never seen it before, especially the dolls from Griffin suddenly rushing into the Griffin base here, and it's said that the dormitories there couldn't accommodate them anymore.

Coupled with the combat personnel from Statesec, the scale of this operation is definitely beyond imagination...

But where is the target?

There are hardly any valuable targets around this city. The city is just an ordinary small city. Although there are indeed many wealthy people living here, after the last incident where Griffin was almost wiped out, many wealthy people in the city left.

After all, compared to a Griffin base that may not be reliable, only with a few stray cats and dogs, it is definitely safer to go to a city with larger Griffin bases, such as where the Griffin HQ is located.

It's unlikely to be the southern port city either. The situation there doesn't seem very promising. Nicholas had already figured it out when he followed Renault in last time. Apart from some items left in the city, there are no valuable targets.

Moreover, if it's just to retrieve items, there's no need to cooperate with Griffin, let alone send out so many combat personnel at once.

In this way... the only possibility seems to be in the southwest direction... Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing's HQ!?

Thinking of this, Alina couldn't help but pause for a moment, then quickly hastened her actions!

Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing is not someone you can just casually poke and get off scott free. They are, after all, a military equipment manufacturer. Whether it's weapons or the number of autonomous dolls they possess, they far exceed IOP, a manufacturer mainly focused on the civilian market.

And in order to ensure that the factory can operate normally in the Red Zone, Sangvis Ferri's combat units have always been in a combat ready state. If one isn't careful and Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing really starts fighting with Griffin and Kryuger...

Then this city will immediately become a war zone!?

Thinking of this, Alina quickly packed up her things, then quickly cleared the data from the communication point and grabbed her luggage and left!

Goodbye! She's just a small worker!

She doesn't want to get involved in such a big incident! It's more suitable for her to leave early than to stay here and be affected by the flames of war!

Alina, who ran out of the communication point, went straight to the black market stronghold in the civilian area, wanting to avoid alarming those guys from Statesec and leave the city. The gate controlled by the black market is her only choice.

...

"Commander, what should we do about our next supply purchase? Should we go to the city Scarecrow mentioned?" BM59 looked at the list of supplies in her hand, feeling a bit worried. Will they only have to rely on MRE in the future?

In this desolate city, they definitely won't get any steady supplies, nor are there any shopping streets or electronic stores. The one month's worth of living supplies they brought over suddenly seemed to be a bit insufficient.

"As for purchasing, let's hold off for now. But we can ask Scarecrow if we can hitch a ride back to Neo Odessa to make purchases. As for that other city, let's not rush, we can go there later when we have time."

To be honest, Reno doesn't want to drive east now. One of the reasons is naturally because he knows nothing about that place. What they can buy there depends entirely on luck. Another reason... is because it's cheaper to buy things back from Neo Odessa!

The food supplies for more than twenty dolls are definitely not small in quantity. Just SPAS-12's food alone is enough to satisfy the appetites of several humans, and although the other dolls are not much different from normal humans, there's no guarantee that someone won't eat endlessly.

And every time they purchase, they have to drive twenty or thirty kilometers away, which would be fine if it were in the Green Zone.

But they also have to pass through a Yellow Zone where there may or may not be enemies, which undoubtedly poses some risks...

Thinking this, Reno saw NZ75 passing by the corridor with a flowerpot in her hands.

In the flowerpot, there's a crop that looks like a small sapling, shaking as NZ75 walked.

Hmm... Planting your own crops?

Hiss! It seems like it's not a bad idea! Didn't he see those three-dimensional soilless Vertical farms when passing by Griffin 919 Base before?

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