Transmigrator Commander of Girls Frontline must not be a Reckless man

"Why am I suddenly so short!?"

"My voice system seems to have improved!"

As they woke up, the voices of Nagant Revolver and P38 filled the air. Despite the situation, their voices sounded cheerful, unaware of their current state.

"Huh? Huh—!"

Clatter!

M1911 exclaimed as she dropped the vintage coat and helmet she had just found in the mansion.

So, Renault's mention of a 'suitable body'... it turned out to be the body of a Dinergate!?

"Oh? M1911, hold on! You're towering over me! Why am I looking up at you from your feet!?" Initially, Nagant Revolver didn't pay much attention to M1911's puzzled look, but then she realized...

"Ahahaha! I thought nearly becoming a Prowler was bad enough! But it turns out someone's even worse off! Ahahaha! Turning directly into a Dinergate! Haha! It's hilarious! I can't take it! I'm dying of laughter!"

Simonov, who had been sulking, was now laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face, and the four Prowler mechanical arms under her control were bouncing around, a stark contrast to her initial inability to even stand.

Hearing Simonov's mockery, Nagant Revolver didn't bother to argue anymore. She simply let her four chopstick-like legs go limp and plopped onto the ground laying flat on the belly of the Dinergate.

"Its just better to die! Am I destined to live as a Dinergate forever?"

"Pfft Hahaha!"

"Um... Nagant Revolver, don't be so down! There's definitely still hope! And we have something good now. At least my vocal system has improved."

"Improved?"

Nagant Revolver got up and looked back at P38, who was also in the form of a Dinergate.

Indeed, it seemed like an improvement. The four speakers on P38's head, two large and two small, covered high and low frequencies, totaling four channels with explosive surround sound effects.

Especially with the brand name 'Bose' on those speakers... it was a luxury brand, and the effect was indeed remarkable, but it looked like they were taken from a car.

"Ahahaha! P38 has indeed improved! But now you've become a cassette player directly! Ahahaha!"

"Huh!? A cassette player!?" Hearing Simonov's words, Nagant Revolver quickly found a display cabinet, looked at the object on her head through the glass, and saw a square cassette player. Although it was a cassette player, just like P38's speakers, there was also a 'Bose' brand plaque.

Oh, it was also a luxury brand, so that was okay.

"Hmph, you can laugh there, but the price of my cassette player is as high as your factory price! Mine is a brand name, you know!"

Even Nagant Revolver knew this old-fashioned style of cassette player, especially this brand. In the eyes of collectors, it was truly a treasure, especially one that had been preserved so well over the past few decades, making it even more valuable.

The price was unknown, but it was definitely more expensive than Simonov's cheap factory price!

Just as they were talking, M1911 curiously pressed the play button on the cassette player, and suddenly a lively saxophone melody started playing.

"You make me dance, bring me up, bring me down..."

"Ahahaha! It can actually play cassette tapes! Ahahaha... Haha..." Simonov, who had intended to continue laughing loudly upon hearing the cassette player start playing music, found that she couldn't laugh anymore. Her laughter gradually dried up... Why did she feel like crying more the more she laughed?

Seeing Simonov, who had been laughing and was now crying uncontrollably, Renault shrugged. It wasn't that he didn't want to fix her up, but they didn't have any other usable parts left.

It could only be said that Simonov was unlucky.

After M1 Garand and BM59 recovered, they both had a circle of bandages on their foreheads, covering the scars while also securing the outer layer of their bionic skin covering to prevent it from coming off. This way, it looked much better than having a gaping hole exposed.

"Oh, Mr. Renault, this coat, if you don't mind, please change your coat into this one." After confirming that Nagant Revolver and P38 were safe, M1911 remembered why she had come over and picked up the coat that had just fallen and dusted it off, offering it to Renault.

"Hmm?"

The coat he was wearing now had been through a battle, and while it hadn't been damaged, it was covered in various Infected tissue, and the bionic fluid and oil from repairing the dolls. It had turned rusty with alternating black and gray stains, making it look quite unsightly.

"Thanks."

"I'll go pack up first, there's still a lot of stuff to bring over!" Seeing Renault put on the coat, M1911 seemed very happy and waved her hand, then ran off.

"Mr... Renault, let us help too." After confirming that their injuries didn't affect their mobility, M1 Garand and BM59 glanced at each other and stepped forward.

"Hmm, just pick up whatever's convenient to bring over, or if there's anything you like, you can take it with you. Go ahead."

At this point, Jaeger was also imitating others, pointing in the direction where several dolls had left, and then went to help with the others.

It's not that Renault didn't want to give Jaeger a sound amplifier, it's just that Jaeger's neural settings didn't include speaking, and installing a speaker would require further adjustments.

And at this point, the evacuation helicopter arranged by Helian was about to arrive. It wouldn't be too late to modify it after they arrived at Griffin's headquarters or returned to the Green Zone.

While the helicopter hadn't arrived yet, this group of three T-dolls, a SF-Doll, two Dinergates, and a alien(???), turned the entire mayor's mansion upside down.

It wasn't very big, and most of the valuable things, such as weapons and old military items, were now piled up in the hall. The mayor seemed to specialize in collecting these things.

There were still many collectibles in the garage, such as classic models of old cars, but those were obviously not within their range to take away.

"It looks like these are all we can take. But it's still quite a lot. When we sell them, I'll transfer your share to you... Huh? Looks like Griffin's helicopter is right on time. Let's go out and take a look."

But just as Renault walked out of the hall, about to wave at the helicopter painted in Griffin's colors, a deafening barrage of gunfire drowned out the already very loud roar of the helicopter.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!