Game Design: Opening Production Girls’ Frontline

Who am I

? Dai Yan

? Ninety-Five?

Or, Raymond ......

A

long-haired girl sat up in horror, her eyes full of fear.

She heard countless ridicule and invective, calling her Madame Raymond and calling her ......

The girl gasped and breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the white room wall.

I am a yellow flower in the form of a big man, how can

I be a lady?"...... "

What the hell is a human form, shouldn't I be a human?"

Wait, what is my name?

Daiyan, or the ninety-five style.

Looking at an assault rifle in front of her, the girl took it in her hand, checked the bullet, pulled the ring, and opened the safety in one go.

"Why, I'm so skilled?" the

girl froze suddenly, as if she had something more in her mind.

Yes, yes, I'm going to be very proficient, and my weapon branding system will make it easy for me to control this weapon.

Raise your head, where there are still white walls, here is a vast white space.

And himself, is a tactical humanoid ninety-five style.

She remembered, she remembered.

She originally fought with the commander, but later dismantled the fire control core and performed songs to chase her dreams.

Then he was controlled by the hateful producer, and inexplicably fell in love with a guy named Raymond.

Then, I seemed to be reborn.

What happened to M4A1 became me, and her teammates became my friends.

The person who did all this was the man in front of him, Chen Kaiche ......

He wasn't going to make me the so-called Madame Raymond, though.

Yes, the reason why I came here to take revenge on the producer is the insult of Mr. Raymond and Mrs. Raymond of netizens!

So, my target for revenge is ......

The sound of the sedan sounded in her ears, and what caught her eye was a modern city, ah no, for her, this was actually a relatively backward city.

"Wow

!" "This ninety-five-style cos is so realistic!" "

I'm going to participate in the offline carnival of the girls' frontline." "

It's a pity, it's Madame Raymond who cos.

"I heard that Mr. Lehman has changed to Ms. Lehman, but I don't know if it's true or not.

"Whether he's true or not, the first 2 of the young are already rotten.

Listening to the discussion of the people around him, the green tendons on the ninety-five style head burst out.

She took a long breath and made a mess of our humanoid lives, and opened an offline carnival with her face?

"Miss, please show your ticket. "

......

"Ninety-five, where did you get the tickets?" asked,

the soft voice of the ninety-five style made the ticket inspector confused.

"Tickets, sold out. "

However, facts are facts, and there is no way to change them.

Ninety-five turned around and left, she would not embarrass these ordinary people.

There is a wrong, and there is a debtor.

Kill the producer Yu Zhong first, and then kill that stupid copywriter

! Even if I don't enter the building, I have a way to kill him!

After looking around, the 95 style is about to go to a hotel building next door to the venue, no matter how you look at it, this is an excellent sniper position.

The hotel's security guards didn't stop the ninety-five, even though she had a gun in her hand.

Because of the offline carnival of the Girls' Front held near here, many cosers are nearby, and they will all have model guns in their hands.

It was clear that the hotel's security staff had treated the ninety-five style as one of the many cosers.

Therefore, Type 95 easily came to the sniper position.

The carnival is also not a place that requires a high level of security, so its glass is just plain glass.

Through the glass, the ninety-five style aimed at the figure who was speaking on the stage.

The man who made her gnash her teeth - Hachu.

Thanks to the silencer, the bullet flew out of the muzzle silently.

Even if the silencer reduces the power of the bullet, it is not something that ordinary glass and flesh and blood can resist.

In the scope, a bloody flower burst out of the targeted chest of Hazhong, and he looked at his chest in disbelief, falling in a pool of blood.

She saw people in a panic, and people who called the police and ambulances.

There was still no expression on her face, after all, she came to take revenge this time.

Put away the guns, and the 95-type should leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

From what she knew through the wireless network, the country's police were afraid that they would soon be able to lock them down, so she had to act quickly and take out the copywriter.

......

In one room, a man's eyes were glazed and his body was fading.

......At

the last second before disappearing, his finger touched the mouse and pressed the left button.

Coincidentally, Penguin News suddenly popped up automatically at this time, and this click happened to open the latest report.

Huang Chong, the chairman of the scattered explosion, and the copywriter XXX of Girls Frontline 2, were shot dead within a few hours.

The police have intervened in the investigation and vowed to make every effort to find out the ...... of the terrorist with the gun

"Chen Kaiche, I hope you, don't follow in the footsteps of the feathers......"

A gentle and murderous voice sounded in the endless void, but Chen Kaiche couldn't hear it anymore.

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