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Moyin kissed HK416 on the forehead.
"From the moment I put on this ring, your life will be mine. I will never allow anyone to take this treasure away!"
HK416 touched the ring on her hand and said seriously.
"Haha, it feels good to be managed like this."
Moyin smiled and hugged HK416 in his arms.
"Master, forgive me for being blunt, but I still don't understand why you brought these human burdens with you. Look, aren't they all dead?"
the agent suddenly asked.
"Well, just like you are my maid, you have to take care of my daily life, right? If you have more helpers, wouldn't it be easier for you? And you can also let them do things like washing dishes that were originally done by the tactical dolls. That way, everyone can be more relaxed, right?"
"That's what I originally thought. I wanted them to share your usual work."
"This way, the time that the tactical dolls would have spent doing odd jobs can be used to rest properly, and they will be more energetic when fighting."
Moyin explained helplessly that if he didn't give the agent a reasonable explanation, the agent would probably never be able to let it go.
But he really wants more humans to survive, but as an agent of the Tactical Dolls, he probably cannot understand the reason for this fact.
"That's really nonsense. A maid's job is to serve your master and take care of his daily life."
"If there are other humans taking care of your daily life, then where will my position as a maid be? What is my reason for survival?"
The agent asked coldly.
"I'm not saying you should let someone else take your job, but it would be easier if you had help, right?"
"As a maid, I am proud of my work. Work is enjoyable to me. I don't need to be relaxed. It is enjoyable enough to serve you."
The agent said without hesitation.
"Well, if there are more people serving me, then everything will be more perfect."
Moyin asked with mixed feelings, sweating.
"Are you dissatisfied with my service? Please point it out and I will work harder."
The agent turned Moyin's face in front of him and asked forcefully.
"No, no, I am very satisfied... very satisfied!"
"Isn't that enough? I can take good care of you by myself. There is no need to waste your resources by accepting more humans. This is a very uneconomical thing."
The agent said with satisfaction.
“Ah, ahahaha…”
Moyin fell into a bitter smile.
Chapter 11 Cute, Helpless, Timid G
The three off-road vehicles quickly passed through an area that was cratered by bombings.
"45, I feel like the intensity of that brain wave is getting stronger. That guy should be nearby."
G11, who was sitting in the passenger seat and was shaken, spoke incoherently.
"Everyone get out of the car. 40 will be in a group with me, AA12 will be in a group with WA, M762 will be in a group with G11, 97 will be in a group with 9, and search the area in a fan shape."
"Kill all movable creatures you encounter. If you encounter trouble, fire your gun to signal the enemy. Once you hear gunfire, everyone rush over to support them."
45 pressed the tactical headset and arranged quickly.
"Hey, hey, aren't you taking me with you? 45?"
G11 suddenly burst into tears and asked pitifully.
"I don't mind if you want to team up with me, but I won't carry you on my back like 416 did when I retreat. I will leave you as bait to the enemy without hesitation. Is that okay?"
UMP45 asked with a smile.
"Forget it. I'll go with M762."
G11 quickly shook his head. As a member of Team 404, G11 knew that 45 might really make such a judgment under certain circumstances.
"Smart choice?" 45 smiled and waved his hand, watching G11 walk towards M762 who had a stern look on his face.
Following UMP45's command, four groups of tactical humanoids immediately moved quickly in their direction and began searching.
"There's no need to scare her, right? It shouldn't be a problem for us to search in two groups. We should still have enough time."
UMP40 glanced at UMP45 and asked in confusion.
“Sister 40, you are not a tactical humanoid specialized in electronic warfare, so you may not be able to detect the changes in the brain waves emitted by this alienated zombie, but since we entered the area, it has begun to adjust the interference brain waves and is transforming in a direction suitable for interfering with us.”
"If we don't find the enemy's whereabouts within a certain period of time, we will also fall into the hypnotic state that the commander mentioned."
"So we only have one chance, and there's not much time left. Once the other party adjusts its brain waves, our tactical dolls will also be affected by the illusion, so we must find it and kill it before then."
45 replied with a serious face.
"Didn't you tell these members who came to carry out the killing mission?"
40 looked at UMP45 in surprise.
"This kind of intelligence will not help them find the enemy faster. Instead, it will consume a lot of computing power because of worrying about it. There is no need for them to know this."
"Besides, haven't our tactical dolls already prepared to sacrifice their lives for this commander? Even if the doll is unfortunately destroyed in this battle, she has fulfilled her value."
45 said as he quickened his pace while holding his branded weapon. 40 was silent for a moment, then took a few quick steps to the side of UMP45.
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"Um, M762, I can't walk anymore, can you carry me..."
Ten minutes after they set off, G11 shouted weakly.
"You on my back will affect the sensitivity of my movements and the power consumption. This will make it impossible for me to maintain my best combat condition. If you can deal with the free zombies that come to attack us, then I have no objection to this proposal."
M762 flicked the bayonet finger at the black oily blood stain on the brass and said calmly.
"Well, if I could shoot..."
G11 said embarrassedly.
"Firing a gun means we have encountered a difficult enemy, and it is also a call for help, which will greatly slow down our search progress. Unless we encounter a mid-level or higher mutant, I do not recommend firing a gun."
"Slowing down the search means we will have to stay outside longer, and you will walk more roads and encounter more enemies."
"Woo, okay, okay, I'll go by myself, don't say anything, I'll go by myself..."
As soon as G11 finished speaking, M762 kicked the ground and rushed towards a zombie in the distance, and his bayonet knuckles accurately pierced into the zombie's brain from the jaw.
The zombie's roar before death led the surrounding zombies to approach quickly.
It seemed that the zombies subconsciously understood that they were picking on the weak, and none of them rushed towards M762. Instead, they all surrounded G11.
"762, save me! Save me!"
G11 rushed towards M762 with her branded weapon in her arms, feeling like she had spent all her exercise quota for this year here.
There was no other way. As a house-mouse, she had never participated in any training on killing zombies in close combat. Therefore, faced with the situation where she couldn't shoot, she had to ask M762 for help.
M762 brushed past G11, and a few seconds later, he looked at G11 who was still jogging, panting, and reminded him with a smile.
"It's done. You don't have to be so scared. They're just some ordinary fish."
"Wow, you're so awesome!"
G11 looked back and saw that the four or five zombies that had chased him before all had an inconspicuous wound on their jaws, and black, oily blood was slowly oozing out of them.
"If you're willing to be trained, I can teach you."
"No, no! I hate training. It's enough for me to just know how to shoot."
"I have the best fire control core, and I know very well that I can't do things like fighting."
G11 shook his head in panic and refused.
"Okay, let's move on. You also want to get back to 416 as soon as possible, right?"
"Well, it's true. Although 416 is very mean, she usually carries me on her back and runs with me... ah, I really miss her by my side."
G11 sighed and struggled to keep up with M762.
AA12 and WA.
"I will be in charge of clearing out the ordinary zombies. You will be in charge of searching. Once you find an alien that you haven't seen before, just shoot it. The ammunition we carry is not sufficient for this mission, so try to save it."
AA12 pulled out the crowbar from his back and put it on his shoulder, speaking as he walked.
"Humph, I would have paid attention even without you telling me. That damn thing almost killed the commander. I can't let it go!"
WA2000 said indignantly.
"It's good to be motivated, but if you get carried away by anger and lose your composure, it will make the battle more troublesome."
AA12 swung the crowbar in his right hand as he spoke. The zombie that was running towards the two of them was sent flying five meters sideways as if it had been hit by a dump truck, and its head was directly blown up by the crowbar.
"Humph, I have always remained calm. You don't need to reiterate this! I am not worried about the commander! I am not upset or distracted by this!"
WA2000 emphasized in anger.
"Hey, just don't hold us back. I don't care about your mental state. Kill the target when it's time to snipe. That's all I ask of you as my teammate."
AA12 shrugged and replied nonchalantly.
Chapter 9: The Debate between and
"Humph, you are so bold. I was afraid that you would hold me back!"
WA2000 said unhappily, but AA12 didn't say anything else, so WA2000 had to hold back the words.
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"My sister Jiuwu is the best sister in the world!"
"No, my fourth and fifth sisters are the best sisters!"
Type 9 and Type argued with each other.