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"No, then no, he can't handle those tactical humanoid bodies. Let's support him as the women behind him. A successful man must have the support of a good woman behind him."
"That's true, but if neither of us slept with him, then wouldn't our relationship just be that of a superior and a subordinate? To become a family, we really need a deeper bond!"
"Sister 45, you have always taught me that it is better to strike first and then suffer the consequences, but why didn't you do anything this time?"
UMP9 stomped her feet in dissatisfaction.
"I don't know either... The Commander did a lot for me. He helped me find you and also let me meet 40 again. I think I am more grateful for his feelings. At least I don't have the confidence that I love the Commander more than 416 and Huang."
"It would be embarrassing to show off half-baked feelings. In that case, I'd better keep it hidden in my heart."
"There's nothing wrong with my relationship with the commander right now. Besides, there will always be someone to carry out dangerous missions. If... I'm destroyed due to force majeure one day, it won't cause him unforgettable pain. He's a rare commander that I like, and I don't want to cause him too much pain."
UMP45 answered seriously, which was rare.
"I won't let you, Sister 45, be damaged or scrapped! I absolutely don't want that kind of thing! You've always been so opinionated, why are you so depressed this time!"
UMP9 hurriedly ran to UMP45 and looked at her worriedly.
After all, as the leader of Team 45, UMP404 has always been very independent and confident, leading the entire Team 404 to complete many extremely difficult tasks.
It was the first time she had seen Sister 45 like this.
"The enemies in this world are really too powerful. I don't want to be blindly optimistic."
"It is extremely foolish to ignore the danger around you and only choose to look at beautiful fantasies. Zombies like the Corpse King level are beyond the response level of our tactical humanoids. They cannot be defeated by the tactical humanoids alone."
"There are too many unknown possibilities in this world. No one knows what will happen in the end. In the past, we could still avoid the risk of death by collecting intelligence, but in this world, intelligence collection has become extremely difficult. There is no intelligence source to communicate with at all."
"So I just prepared myself for damage."
UMP45 replied seriously.
"You really like to worry about nothing. I believe our commander. He will not assign us such a dangerous mission."
"If you have no way to defeat a powerful enemy, then rely on other comrades. Although the 404 team you founded is very excellent, it has now completed the mission in that world, right? Now we have more reliable teammates. You should also learn to rely on others a little bit."
UMP40 also came over and patted UMP45's face gently.
"Sorry, 40... It seems that I have been a little confused recently, because the enemy's combat power has increased significantly, making me feel weak again... I don't like this feeling, the feeling of being powerless..."
Chapter 12: AA91 and A- stick together!
"The ability of a tactical doll is limited. That's why we need companions. Let your companions make up for your shortcomings."
"Isn't that what happened to the 404 team you led earlier?"
UMP40 looked at UMP45 tenderly.
"Yes, it seems that I haven't been on a mission recently. Am I being too stubborn?"
UMP45, who had figured it out, put on a cynical smile again.
"So, should we take some cosmetics back, Sister 45? If we miss this opportunity, we will miss this store. After all, why did we end up in such a mess that we have to part ways forever?"
UMP9 complained speechlessly.
"Let's not take it. We don't have any talent for painting. I can only draw a simple route map or something like that. Do you have a talent for painting?"
UMP45 asked.
"Ah? I haven't either. I thought you are so perfect that you would definitely know it..."
UMP9 was stunned for a moment.
"These cosmetics are obviously reserved for those spoiled human ladies who need beauty to survive. We should just keep to ourselves. The other tactical dolls around the commander don't wear makeup either, which proves that cosmetics are not necessary."
"Alright, let's go quickly. Our progress is a little slower than the other tactical dolls. We can't lose our 404 members."
UMP45 quickened her pace after she finished speaking. UMP9 glanced at the cosmetics store reluctantly, then hesitated for a moment, grabbed a lipstick and chased after UMP40 and UMP45.
the other side.
"Ah, I want to drink. I really want to drink. Great God, please give me a bar."
A-91 waved the dagger in his hand manically and prayed in a depressed tone.
Although Moyin's punishment on her has expired, in order to prevent her from getting drunk and vomiting on people again, Moyin has strictly limited her daily alcohol intake, and currently only gives her about 200 ml of alcohol a day.
Although she was very craving for wine, she had vomited all over Moyin when she was drunk last time, so she was too embarrassed to go and pester Moyin to give her more wine.
Without sufficient alcohol supply, A-91's personality became very bad. She would speak badly to basically all tactical humanoids and could not get along well with them.
Except for AA12 who manages the bar.
After all, if she offended AA12, she might end up drinking watered-down wine, so she listened to AA12 quite a bit.
"What's so good about that spicy stuff is beyond me."
AA12, holding a lollipop in his mouth, walked aside, looking around and trying to search for the infrasonic zombies, and said helplessly.
"Hey, you're saying that because you don't understand the beauty of alcohol. Alcohol can make people feel like they're floating in the air! It's the most beautiful substance in the world."
"Would you like to have a taste now? I can give you a little bit."
A-91 said seductively.
If he could get AA12 involved, he would be able to drink freely in the bar. A-91 thought this was a reasonable investment.
"I am just the bartender appointed by the commander. If you want to drink, you can drink as much as you want in the car. I am not interested in alcohol."
AA12 rejected A-91's invitation without hesitation.
“Just because I’m a bartender, I can drink as much as I want!!!?”
After hearing what AA12 said, A-91's eyes widened immediately, and a bold idea immediately emerged in her mind.
"Don't even think about it. The commander will definitely not let you be a bartender. Your intentions are too obvious."
"Ha, that's because the commander has never had the drinks I mixed! As long as he has one drink, he will definitely agree to let me be the bartender."
A-91 said confidently.
"I advise you to sober up. The commander's body has a certain resistance to alcohol. Even if you mix a stronger drink, he won't get drunk."
AA12 reminded silently.
At this moment, three zombies rushed out from a restaurant nearby, baring their teeth and preparing to pounce on A-91.
"Go to hell, you bastards!"
A-91 roared, and the dagger in his hand drew a cold light in the air. The heads of the three zombies flew into the air at the same time, and their blackened teeth were still opening and closing, trying to tear off A-91's white and juicy skin.
"You idiot, you idiot, give me a stronger opponent!"
A-91 kicked a headless corpse, and the corpse flew five meters away and hit a wall heavily, breaking into pieces.
Seeing this scene, AA12 raised his eyebrows.
"I really can't do anything about you. Let me ask the commander for mercy on your behalf."
"Is that okay!? You're such a nice guy! I'll buy you a drink after the mission is over?!"
A-91 looked at AA12 with emotion.
"So I'm not interested in alcohol. Just give me less trouble next time in the bar."
AA12 waved his hand and then pressed the button on the tactical headset.
"Commander, I think A-91 should be given more alcohol depending on the situation. She is indeed showing signs of mania."
"Won't that cause something like that to happen again?"
Moyin thought about it and asked.
After such a long time, he had almost calmed down, but it was his subordinates who made the mistake, and as a commander he could not take the initiative to let it go, so he was also waiting for an opportunity.
That's why he sent AA12 to A-91.
"After observing for a period of time, I believe that such a disaster will not happen again."
"Yes, with the current amount, there is no doubt that she is sober, so I personally think that doubling it to 400 ml should be enough to make her slightly tipsy. Well, I can vouch for her."
"Okay, then let's start giving him 400 ml of alcohol today."
As soon as AA12 heard Moyin's reply, he felt A-91 hugging him in a bear hug, and then with a smack, A-91 kissed him hard on the cheek.
"What are you doing?"
AA12 pushed A-91 away speechlessly.
"Ahahahaha, I'm so happy. From today on, you're my best friend for life! Since you don't like wine, next time I see a bear, I'll treat you to grilled bear paws!"
A-91 laughed and patted AA12 on the shoulder.
"Ha... so it would be good if you could restrain your carefree personality a little. It's tiring enough for me to search outside in broad daylight... and it's really hard for me to deal with a humanoid like you who is so active."
AA12 was exhausted dealing with A-91.
Chapter 12: AA against the Qilin Arm
"Okay, okay. You look troubled. Anyway, I will definitely repay you in the future!"
A-91 let go of AA12 and smiled straightforwardly.
At this moment, there was a sudden vibration under the feet of the two people, and then the concrete blocks suddenly exploded upwards, and the impact force directly blew A-91 and AA12 into the air.
A-91 quickly adjusted its posture in the air, rolled over after landing, raised his hand and fired a volley of bullets.
Only a series of clinking sounds were heard, as if the rifle bullets hit a very thick steel plate. A-91 looked closely and saw a zombie about half a meter tall, with abnormally developed arms and a blue-gray body looking at him with disdain.
This zombie had apparently just dug a tunnel from underground to attack the two of them.
"AA12, are you okay?"
A-91 took out a magazine and replaced it, then ran towards AA12 who had just been knocked away.
"Tsk, it hurts so much, damn it."
AA12 sat up from the ground lazily and rubbed his forehead.
Seeing that A-91 did not continue shooting, Qilin Arm immediately let out a triumphant roar towards the sky, and then pounced towards AA12 who was sitting on the ground.
"I hate violence, so just go die."