The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

"It came so fast"

M16A1 stretched its shoulders.

"Are you sure you want to participate?"

"Come on, this is my last job after retiring from the National Security Agency. After that, I will resign and focus on taking care of M4."

"Since you insist on this, I wish you the best of luck."

In a certain training base, UMP45 and UMP40 are fully armed and a group of figures stand in a square.

An unsmiling middle-aged man with white hair told the missions to these tactical figures from a height.

Because he is not human, he did not encourage these dolls, but explained the process of the task in an orderly manner.

"...Catch the target! If you can capture it alive, try your best to capture it alive. If you don't allow it—then kill the target and never let others take it away!"

"learn!"

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

In Moscow, General Carter wiped the sweat from his hands nervously.

He was also very nervous as (one of) the masterminds.

He has accumulated years of time and invested too much in this matter.

In any case, there is no chance of regret now.

"Operation Butterfly, start!"

General Carter and Professor William somewhere said in unison.

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Opening.

Chapter 403 Lyco Must Die?

The closed room was filled with the fragrance of mint and coffee, and the iron-blooded executives who were over half a century old gathered at the iron-blooded manufacturing headquarters in the early morning.

The leader of Iron and Blood Engineering injected the medicine with refreshing effect into his arm, his body trembled following the reaction of the medicine, and then his dark eyes fell on those empty positions.

— Only half of them came.

This is also very normal, because there are too many relationships injected into the iron-blooded industry today.

Some people are the white gloves of politicians and bureaucrats, some are members of a certain faction of the military standing behind them, and some are simply nobles and oligarchs with noble blood, and the relationship behind them is extremely complicated.

The original founders and shareholders have long since become puppets who only know how to eat, drink, and have fun, and those who want to start a career either defect to the big bosses of various parties or simply...disappear.

Today's iron and blood industry is just one of many platforms for a group of politicians, nobles, oligarchs, and soldiers to compete for interests. Everyone has a different position, so——

"The people who came here today are all my own people, so I won't talk nonsense."

The current true leader of the Jagged Industry threw a mouthful of mints into his mouth, and then the projection device in the room started to activate, and several figures of Moscow's big names emerged from it.

A bureaucrat who seemed to be blissful began to say to the big shots (50%) of the iron-blooded factory: "Seal the area of ​​the iron-blooded factory where Lycoris is located."

"Prohibit any support, block information, and cooperate with us to provide the password and pass inside Iron Blood, and fully cooperate with this operation."

And in another place: the remaining half of the Iron Blood members are also facing the projection of a gloomy-looking man in the branch, and he speaks the same words as the bureaucrat who appeared in the headquarters.

"Our intention is for Lycoris to fully activate his Eliza."

But because of different purposes and interests, some ambiguities and branches began to arise...

Headquarters: "After the matter is completed, please make preparations to take over the legacy of Lycoris."

Branch: "After the matter is completed, the legacy of Lycoris must not be taken over by others, and evacuate immediately after completing the task."

After roughly explaining the planned action process, it came to the questioning stage. A participant under the headquarters (branch) asked: "What about Lycras?"

"His life is not worth mentioning." "Kill him and cut off the variables!"

One of the parties wants to use Lycoris, and will not take the initiative to kill Lycoris, nor will he protect him, because he will be of no value at that time.

The other side is cruel to dispose of all the insiders, wipe out the survivors, and bury all the process in the darkness, even the dolls involved in it must be amnesticized!

"The basic situation is like this, please take active actions."

The meeting and notification ended, and the gears of the entire battlefield began to rotate.

"The help and support you need has been arranged, Carter."

"Thank you for your help, General!" Carter replied respectfully.

In Moscow, Carter stood in front of a general who was older than him, standing meticulously.

The old general sitting on the chair took out his cigar and said in a joking tone: "I have to say that you, a little butterfly, are not too small to fan the storm."

For Carter, the chess pieces he arranged were butterflies to incite the storm, but for those insiders and superiors, isn't Carter a butterfly?

After counting 10 minutes, Carter left the office. After waking up in the middle of the night with a tired body, Carter felt his forehead was sticky, so he wiped his sweat and waited for the sweat to dry before walking to the streets of Moscow.

A car had been waiting for Kat for a long time: he sat in the car, and the silent humanoid driver drove by himself.

It didn't take long for William's voice to sound: "What an extraordinary achievement, Carter, you have received support that is more than ten times the original plan."