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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 34 What are you talking About?

"Damn it! Why are they all ordinary low-level dolls! And this guy's body is so strong! If only I had such a sturdy body back then! How could I have become a Dinergate now?"

Although she tripped Galil, Nagant could feel that it was because Galil was running her pain system and her footing was unstable; otherwise, her effort would have been in vain!

And she also dented her own shell at an angle... It's really strange, why is this doll so tough? Obviously, Galil came here as a low-level doll like her! Why does this guy have a solid steel skeleton while she has to settle for cheap plastic bones?

IOP is after all, a business. Without making their products have some differentiation, how can they empty the consumers' wallets?

These dolls sold to different customers naturally have many differences. Think about Nvidia's business knife skills; a single graphics card can be cut into five or six different types to sell. Not to mention these dolls, which are made up of different parts everywhere.

Even though IOP's knife skills are not as precise as Nvidia's, it's absolutely no problem to produce a whole series of high and low-quality products from top to bottom. As M1911 smiled and introduced Nagant and P38, Galil and Tokarev, who were previously puzzled about why Dinegrates could talk, nodded in understanding.

Then screams came, "Wait! Isn't the main point not this issue!? Don't change the subject randomly! That old man really can't be messed with..."

"It's too late! Hold on tight! We're about to crash!" Without waiting for Tokarev to finish speaking, M1 Garand, who had been looking out through the window at the front of the car all this time, suddenly shouted loudly, squatting down and grabbing the handle inside the car tightly.

Just as the dolls were arguing in the car, Reno's truck had already passed through block after block and arrived at the mansion to the north of the town. At this moment, the mansion's iron gate was within reach!

Clang!

Faced with a heavy truck weighing at least ten tons, the mansion's gate flew out like a toy, spinning and crashing into the main building of the mansion, smashing several windows before pitifully falling to the ground.

Squeak!

After rushing into the mansion, Reno swung the car sideways and stopped it on the side of the fountain in the center of the mansion, where the dolls on the car could conveniently get off with the cover of the fountain.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Isn't this too violent! Aren't you worried about accidents?" Covering her bruised forehead, Tokarev crawled out of the car with a pained face.

However, when she raised her head, she saw Reno coming out of the driver's seat with a terrifying thing in his hand.

"Grenade Launcher! Where did you get this old antique... Hey!"

Reno ignored Tokarev's shouting, raised his hand, pulled out the locking pin and switched off the safety, and then aimed at the main building of the mansion and pressed the launch button.

Boom!

Tokarev was momentarily startled by the tail flame of the grenade, then was pulled by AK47 behind her and hid behind the fountain.

Ratatat!

Probably in response to Renault's driving the car into the mansion, one by one, the modified dolls had already stood by the windows when Tokarev and the others got off the car.

Then they opened the windows one after another and launched an attack on the group of dolls and the truck below.

Boom!

At this moment, the anti-tank grenade launched by Reno also hit the building! The huge warhead directly pierced through a window and fell into the building, followed by an explosion, which directly blew open a ten-meter-wide wall!

"Hiss! This isn't right! How can those Grenade have such power!?" Galil exclaimed in shock. Looking at the collapsed half of the mansion from the demolished wall, it was obvious that the power of this weapon was far beyond what a weapon from over a hundred years ago should have!

"Just a little modification." Throwing away the used launcher, Reno pulled out another Grenade Launcher from the driver's seat. But this time, Galil saw that the combat head, which should have been khaki, had turned into ordinary metal color, and at first glance, it looked very rough, like some kind of hastily hand-made thing...

This guy... Did he increase the combat head of the Grenade Launcher and replace it with more powerful propellant?

"Tokarev! Have you contacted the commander yet!?" Letting Reno continue to act freely, who knows what terrifying things this guy can pull out of his pocket, it's better to quickly contact the commander to stop all this!

"If you hadn't been distracting me just now, how could I have forgotten to contact the commander! Hurry up!" Tokarev anxiously shouted, frowning tightly trying to contact her own commander.

Boom!

However, just as she was trying to contact her commander, the second modified grenade in Reno's hand had already flown towards another window on the other side of the building!

Boom!

One after another.

With just two attacks, the rain of bullets that had been pouring out of the mansion was instantly silenced! The two modified grenades not only tore through the defense line of the dolls in the mansion, but also paralyzed those dolls standing by the windows.

Well, using physical methods after all, dolls and paralyzed dolls that are unable to move under the rubble of the building are no different.

"What's the situation with the personnel in the building?" Throwing away the launcher in his hand, Reno took out the M30 placed in the cab, swaggered out of the cover, and asked M1 Garand as he walked.

"Uh, the number of dolls inside the building is unknown..."

"I'm asking about humans, not dolls."

"At present, no human life readings have been detected." M1 Garand frowned slightly, saying somewhat puzzled.

No human traces detected means that all the dolls in this mansion, like their tactical dolls, are all receiving remote commands and engaging in autonomous combat?

"Let's go, go in and take a look. You three stay here." Waving to his own dolls, he signaled them to follow, but when he saw Tokarev and the others about to follow, Reno immediately waved to stop them.

"Hey? But!"

"No buts. Stay here, or I'll disarm and fix you myself, you can choose." Looking at Reno's expressionless face, Tokarev trembled inexplicably, "Okay... okay, we'll stay here and contact our commander. Of course, if our commander orders, we will definitely stop you without hesitation."

Tokarev said with a lack of confidence.

Watching Reno enter the mansion without saying a word and leading people, Galil and AK47 breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, "Phew, finally gone. That guy's expressionless face is really scary. I almost thought he was going to pull out a grenade launcher and blast us into the sky."

Hmm? What are you guys talking about? Where did the grenade launcher come from? Doesn't that guy only have a gun in his hand?

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