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Chapter 101 Are You a Bit Fat?

"Commander, what did you just say?"

Renault looked at Angelia, who had returned, leaning in front of him with hopeful eyes along with M1919A4, twitching her eyes a few times.

He began to suspect whether Angelia had mastered some monitoring method that he couldn't figure out, able to see his every move in the restaurant. Otherwise, how could he explain her appearing in front of him just three minutes after he said there wouldn't be anyone coming?

"So, what exactly would make you, a busy person, come here in person?"

If it were just a task for Renault, why would Angelia personally come over? And this time, Angelia not only brought the special agents of the Security Bureau but also two tactical dolls behind her.

These two tactical dolls looked very different from those produced by IOP. Just the combat-ready attire they wore was vastly different from the tactical dolls produced by IOP.

Most of IOP's tactical dolls, whether advanced or not, were flashy in their factory-made outfits, seemingly not considering combat aspects.

Few, like MDR and HK416, had decent tactical vests and backpacks. Most of the dolls wore clothes that were simply extravagant.

However, the two dolls behind Angelia now wore practical combat pants and shorts, with very serious-looking tactical harnesses.

They looked like two real soldiers.

"Hey hey, I came to give you money. I don't think I did anything else, did I? Why do you look at me as if you've seen a ghost?"

Upon hearing Renault's words, Angelia rolled her eyes.

"Money? What's going on? You promised to introduce some work to me, but all we did was go and wipe out a gang. If it weren't for getting a mech, the deployment of the dolls would be a loss."

A loss? Huh!

Does your idea of a loss differ from that of a normal person?

Ignoring the mech, just the various ammunition supplies you brought back from that gang's stronghold were almost worth the reward she paid Renault.

"This time, it's not a big trouble. I just need to borrow your training facility, and you haven't sold that thing, have you? There's also a small commission that doesn't make much money. If you're interested, you can send a few dolls over."

"Not profitable? Why bother then? Don't beat around the bush, just give me a price. If it suits me, I'll take the job; if not, find someone else."

Holding back the eager M1919A4 beside him, Renault said to Angelia with a straight face.

Isn't this making trouble? You haven't even quoted a price yet, and you're practically shouting 'I want to go! I want to go!' next to me, giving others a chance to bargain.

Ah, this guy, I'm really speechless!

Angelia sighed, "Borrowing the training facility costs two hundred, mission reward is one thousand three, a total of one thousand five. How about it?"

"How long is the mission, and how far is it?"

"Why do you always speak so bluntly? Can't you be more subtle?"

"Subtle? Does it matter? Will you pay me more money if I speak more subtly?"

Angelia's face darkened instantly, and she stiffly said, "No." "Why is it near the area to the west of your territory again? Just about two hundred kilometers farther from the last position, there's a broker there. The mech you got last time was through that guy. He seems to be selling some dangerous stuff again. This mission is to apprehend him."

"Apprehend? Tsk, another troublesome job." Hearing Angelia say this, Renault frowned discontentedly.

Apprehending was the last thing he wanted to do. There's nothing more satisfying than directly rushing in and wiping out the enemy.

Nothing is more annoying than tracking the target amidst gunfire while ensuring the target's survival.

"So? What do you say?"

"Fine, bring the detailed information."

Hearing Renault agree, Angelia smirked and took out the prepared data, patting it onto Renault's open palm.

Flipping through the information, Renault's eyelids twitched, his forehead involuntarily darkening.

Urban area, complex apprehension environment, the target is backed by a powerful local force, possibly possessing various heavy firepower...

"If I disagree, are you going to act alone with your two subordinates?"

"Of course, unlike you, I don't have so many reliable helpers."

Angelia shrugged like a bachelor. She knew this mission was very dangerous, but there was no other way. Renault took away UMP45 and UMP9, which were supposed to be under her command.

These two dolls were only sent to her side early because she insisted.

So far, she had no idea how powerful her two dolls really were.

Although the person who made them claimed that they were superior to all IOP tactical dolls, even the advanced ones were no match, she still wanted to know how capable they really were before executing the mission.

That's why she wanted to borrow Renault's training facility.

Although the simulated combat in the training facility couldn't fully demonstrate their strength, it was better than going in blind, right?

"Alright, but when you come back, you can buy me a few things nearby, and you'll foot the bill." Hearing Renault's words, Angelia first breathed a sigh of relief, but when she heard the latter half, she rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Okay, consider it as treating you to a meal."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the training room first. We can set off after lunch."

Leading Angelia and the two dolls to the training room, after a few people left the restaurant, all the dolls in the restaurant began to discuss.

"Their figures look so slender! Even our tallest MG3 doesn't match their height, right?"

"Hey hey, I'm actually as tall as them, you know? Why don't I hear you guys saying I'm slender?"

SPAS-12, hearing this, immediately called out to the few little guys who were discussing. In fact, not only SPAS-12 but also Simonov, A-91, their height was not shorter than the two dolls just now.

"Slender? No no no, SPAS-12, do you have anything to do with being slender?"

MDR, hearing this, compared the two photos in her hand. Then she tilted her head, feeling a little strange.

Clearly, there was little difference in height, but SPAS-12 looked different from the two dolls just now...

"Maybe? Are you a bit fat?"

"MDR--!"

Chapter 102: Are You Sure You Want the Hardest?

"Do you have the simulation training level data?"

Since Angelia proposed using the training device to assess the combat capabilities of these two T-Dolls, and considering they were about to embark on a capture mission, it was assumed that corresponding training data had been prepared...

"No, if I had that stuff, why would I come here to find you?"

"You..."

Hearing this, Renault, who was waiting for Angelia to produce the data, was truly speechless.

Could this guy have come without preparing anything?

Since it was on the eve of the mission, it was quite normal to prepare some on-site simulation data for the T-Dolls to practice. Moreover, she was from the Statesec. Given the Bureau's power, obtaining specific terrain simulation data in that area shouldn't be too difficult. Yet this guy came empty-handed?

Wait a minute...

"I say, are you acting alone again this time? Without any support from Statesec?"

Fine, he almost fell for this guy's trick. Unauthorized solo actions without support from the Statesec were completely different from legitimate operations.

Previously, dealing with a gang stronghold in the outskirts was one thing; the Statesec's reach couldn't extend that far. But this mission was different; it was in the city. During the capture, besides dealing with the target's forces, they also needed to be wary of local guards and the Statesec in that area.

Once they started, any significant activity would likely attract widespread attention. Nowadays, cities were all enclosed within isolation walls. It was practically impossible to slip away unnoticed. Of course, Renault didn't care about that, but with a few T-Dolls and a target to apprehend, the chances of slipping away...

Probably fell on Angelia. There was likely no one more suitable than Angelia, a member of the Statesec, for this kind of shady business.

However, using Angelia's name would still leave a trace. As long as the local guards and Statesec were not idiots, they would eventually trace it back to Angelia.

Of course, that was under the assumption that everything went smoothly. If something went wrong, like other members of the Statesec not playing along or the local guards refusing to release them, the chances of an accident were very high.

"Cough cough, some things just need to be done, don't they?" Seeing Renault's suspicious gaze, Angelia cleared her throat and casually said.

"Alright, let's consider it as testing the training results. Are there any special requirements for the training level?"

Renault shrugged, turned around, and stood in front of the training device control console, ready to adjust it according to Angelia's request.

Meanwhile, G11, who had been sitting in the training chamber, suddenly opened her eyes and looked curiously at Angelia, who looked somewhat familiar.

But compared to Angelia, the two tall T-Dolls behind her were more attention-grabbing to her.

"Commander, who are they?" Getting up from the training chamber, G11 approached Renault and asked softly.

"Angelia from Statesec, as for the T-Dolls behind her, I'm still waiting for her to introduce them, have you decided? Or do you want to choose yourself?"

Renault pulled up some preset levels and made way, pointing to the screen.

"Uh, the one with her eyes closed is AK-12, and the other one is AN-94. You can choose any level you want, pick the hardest one!" Angelia first pointed to the two T-Dolls behind her, briefly introduced them, and then looked somewhat troubled as she looked at the densely packed options on the screen.

Renault nodded to the two T-Dolls and then looked at Angelia with some suspicion, "Are you sure you want to pick the hardest one?"

And it wasn't just Renault who found it strange; even G11 looked at Angelia with a weird expression.

The hardest difficulty? That wasn't just training; it was pure torture!

Bullets that should be flying randomly seemed to have eyes and were flying straight at your head. Exposing yourself outside cover for just a few seconds would instantly get you killed, leaving no chance to react.

Plus, the terrible environment and nearly realistic physical conditions... G11 generally wouldn't challenge the highest difficulty; the zombie mode for entertainment was more suitable for her.

As for AK-12 and AN-94 standing behind Angelia, seeing Renault and G11's reactions, they exchanged a strange glance, but as genuine military T-Dolls, they certainly wouldn't lack confidence.

It was just a virtual level in a simulated training device. What could be so difficult?

Thinking this way, Angelia also thought so. She nodded firmly, named the highest difficulty training level, and pointed at it.

Seeing AK-12 and AN-94 connect the data cables, Renault directly started the training device. "Alright, enjoy yourselves. I'll go to the restaurant first. If you're thirsty, there are drinks in the fridge over there."

With that, Renault and G11 walked out of the training room. It was almost lunchtime now, and usually, there would be desserts made by G3 in the restaurant at this time.

As for why dessert before the meal and not after?

That was because T-Dolls couldn't get fat! Can't I have dessert before and after the meal? Anyway, the commander didn't forbid it.

Renault had no reason to forbid it; it was completely unnecessary. No matter how many snacks and desserts G3 made, they would surely be devoured that same day, with the only difference being the length of time. When he sent vegetables to Gentiane's place that day, if G3 hadn't been making new desserts and made a bit more, and if it hadn't been so late, G36 wouldn't have forbidden the little ones at home from eating at night. Otherwise, Gentiane's place wouldn't have received any desserts.

As for Angelia, who stayed in the training room, she stood with her arms crossed under the screen of the training device, looking up at the simulation combat situation of AK-12 and AN-94 on the screen.

But...why did this look more like an ancient battlefield than a modern one? Was this simulating an ancient battlefield?

And these buildings... They looked familiar? She felt like she had seen them somewhere...

As for AK12 and AN94, who had entered the virtual space, they were now looking at their...gun?

Each of them had a Mosin-Nagant, but one of the rifles had its buttstock and grip broken off, while the other had a dented barrel, as if it had been run over by a tank.

And besides their thick coats and countless bullets in their pockets, they were completely unarmed! They didn't even have a bayonet!

Chapter 103: The Orange Cat Got Fat Too Quickly

When Renault saw Angelia and the others again, their faces were as dark as charcoal, especially Angelia. She looked like she could tear Renault's heart out.

"What kind of crappy training level is this? They don't even let us use our T-Dolls' imprinted weapons! They restrict us from using all kinds of equipment and the T-Dolls' abilities, and it's set in a World War II battlefield! The electronic devices on AK-12 and AN-94 are completely useless!"

"And not having weapons is bad enough! Why are the enemies' marksmanship as accurate as sharpshooters? When they spray bullets from their submachine guns, not a single bullet misses!"

"Expose your head for a moment, and your skull will be blown off! Even if you stay still, you'll be punched or blasted into the sky by a tank!"

"This is completely unreasonable! It's impossible for anyone to pass this kind of training level!"

"Hey, how was it? Didn't you want the highest difficulty?" Renault waved his hand towards Angelia and then lowered his head to slurp his noodles.

Gulp!

Seeing Renault enjoying his food so much, Angelia's stomach suddenly grumbled, making her embarrassed as she covered her belly.

"I think you're deliberately making things difficult for me. Could anyone have come up with such a difficult training level?"

Angelia sat down opposite Renault with annoyance, but her eyes glanced towards the direction of the kitchen.

"It's probably something people could come up with. Help yourself to whatever you want; the utensils are in the cabinet underneath." Ignoring Angelia's resentment, Renault waved towards the three of them. It was just a meal; he wasn't so stingy as to not treat them to a meal, and they obviously couldn't eat much as the dolls.

As for why he didn't ask for payment this time? It wasn't much money, and he could buy more things when they returned after the mission.

Hearing this, Angelia, who had been arranged by Renault so clearly without realizing it, looked towards the cabinet and was immediately attracted by the aroma wafting from there.

Although she was very frustrated, it wasn't her who had just undergone training in the simulator, so she could eat now.

On the other hand, AK-12 and AN-94 sat with their imprinted weapons, their faces pale. They were too preoccupied with the terrible experience of dying every eleven or twelve minutes in the training simulator.

"Meow!"

Just when AN-94 was in turmoil, unable to figure out why things turned out this way, a meow sounded directly at her feet.

A round orange cat took tentative steps and rubbed against her leg, then looked up at her, seemingly waiting for a treat.

In the midst of her confusion, AN-94 hesitated for a moment upon seeing the orange cat, then reached out and picked it up, placing it on her lap and began petting it.

Meanwhile, Renault, sitting across from them, saw the orange cat on AN-94's lap.

However, as soon as he saw its size, his face darkened.

How long had it been since this little guy arrived?

How was it already getting this fat!?

It seemed like every day, Jaeger fed it something! How much had she given it!? When they first got it, the orange cat was perfectly normal in size!

Looking at Jaeger, who was sitting next to C96 eating, Renault realized that she was completely oblivious to how much she was overfeeding the cat.

It seemed like he would need to find someone specifically to monitor the health of these cats. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before this orange cat became too fat to even roll over.

UMP40 seemed like a suitable candidate...

Her calico cat appeared to be of normal size, and it was more active than this round orange cat.

Sitting beside AN-94, AK-12, seeing AN-94 petting the cat, absentmindedly reached out and rubbed the cat's chin.

"Meow, purr..." The cat, scratched under its chin, emitted a series of contented purrs.

Smack!

"Eat something, stop worrying about the training. It's impossible to pass that level." Angelia said as she placed the food tray she brought from the counter in front of AK-12 and AN-94.

"Huh? Thank you, Commander." Seeing the tray Angelia placed in front of them, AN94 subconsciously thanked Angelia.

She seemed like a well-behaved child. Renault nodded, finding her more pleasant to deal with than the squinting one beside her.

AK-12, who had kept her eyes closed since entering with Angelia, also had a relaxed and confident smile on her face.

However, now, she couldn't manage a smile anymore.

"Meow!" Perhaps smelling the food or perhaps it was just the orange cat's strategy to beg for food, the cat, which had been lounging on AN-94's lap, stood up, planted its front paws on the edge of the table, and peered into the plate of food.

Not content with just looking, it even reached out its claws, intending to pull a piece of meat from the plate.

Seeing this, Renault reached out with his chopsticks and lightly tapped the cat's head, "You eat so much every day, if you keep this up, you'll really become a ball!"

Chapter 104: To Be Continued

Just as AK-12 had only just closed her eyes, she suddenly opened them wide due to the cat's actions.

Without the cover of her eyelids, her eyes immediately started processing vast amounts of data emanating from the tactical dolls in the dining area.

Various data about the tactical dolls, from height to weight, and even body structure, all crucial data affecting combat capability, were absorbed by AK-12.

However, just less than two seconds after opening her eyes, the alarms in her neural core started screaming wildly.

The tactical tactical dolls before her were all judged as extremely dangerous unidentified targets by her combat assistance module!

The bright red warning signs kept flashing in her field of vision!

This made AK-12 quickly close her eyes and bow her head, panting heavily with cold sweat on her forehead.

"AK-12?"

Seeing her unusual behavior, both AN-94 and Angelia looked at her in surprise, "Are you okay?"

Because she was just manufactured, so her debugging hadn't been completed yet?

Angelia couldn't help but worry. Was she too hasty in getting AK-12 and AN-94 out of Shaw's hands?

"Nothing... just accepted too much data for a moment... Angelia, are you sure everything is fine here? These tactical dolls aren't even produced by IOP."

Although she and AN-94 weren't produced by IOP either.

But now, among the legal doll manufacturers on the market, especially doll manufacturers, only IOP was the most famous. Other small manufacturers didn't even have permission to produce tactical dolls.

The most crucial point was that none of these tactical dolls in front of her had any identity recognition codes, and the strength of the bodies and energy circuits of the basic frames seemed very abnormal!

Hearing AK-12 say this in a low voice, Angelia patted AK-12's shoulder, "Don't think too much, there won't be any problems. Besides, when you say this, someone is listening across from us."

As she said this, Angelia pointed to Renault eating noodles opposite them.

Despite the slightly noisy atmosphere in the restaurant, it seemed that Renault must have heard it because Angelia had clearly seen Renault shrug nonchalantly after seeing AK-12's eyes.

Because AK-12's eyes were nothing special to Renault. It just added some irrelevant functions to the eyeballs and slightly improved the computing power of the doll.

Moreover, it was deliberately designed to open when the doll started its functions and close when it stopped.

Was it difficult to set the doll to start without the eye closing function? For Renault, its not difficult at all.

It's just that as soon as this guy opened her eyes, the surprise that should have been on her face disappeared instantly. This increase in computing power obviously came at the cost of sacrificing some basic functions of the doll.

Should it be said that it was really a doll pulled out from the Security Bureau? Even the neural core of the doll itself had undergone some degree of modification. AK-12 looked normal when her eyes were closed, with a slight smile on her lips.

But once she opened her eyes, she would immediately become a combat machine that prioritized combat and missions. Although AN-94 wasn't as extreme as AK-12, she still looked colder than a normal doll.

It was only when she was holding the orange cat just now that some emotional changes could be seen.

Compared to his dolls at home, it was lighter to say that their emotions were not rich enough. Even M200, the quietest one at home, seemed to have more emotions than AN-94.

But this was probably because Statesec had different requirements for tactical dolls, or the guy in Statesec responsible for manufacturing dolls had a different understanding of tactical dolls.

And hearing what Angelia said, AK-12 could only awkwardly scratch her cheek and start eating, wondering if it was too late to apologize for speaking ill of others in front of them.

Renault didn't care much about this. It was just a couple of words. It's not like he was being scolded to his face, so it wasn't a big deal.

"Have you ever thought about removing that function from your eyes? Or changing it so you can control it yourself?"

After quickly finishing lunch, Renault took a sip of water and asked AK-12.

"Huh? Can it be done?" Hearing Renault say this, AK-12 was stunned for a moment and asked, but then shook her head, "Forget it, even if it's modified now, it will return to its original state when we go back for inspection."

"Alright, as long as you're happy." Shruging his shoulders, Renault naturally wouldn't insist, after all, they weren't dolls under his command. "When are we leaving?"

"Um, maybe a little later, it's best to act at night, it will be easier to take away that broker at night." Angelia scratched her head, saying so.

And Renault's face turned black. At night? He said he was going to buy something, and now you're saying we're going out at night?

In the dead of night, after catching the person, we'll run away. Will there still be time to go shopping? Do I have to top up the fuel by half a tank and fly back the next day to buy things?

"Then let's go in a while, after we arrive, we'll buy things first, and then wait until night to act." It was just right to go early, to explore the local situation in advance, personnel conditions, and terrain conditions, etc.

Since Angelia didn't provide any data, he would have to do it himself.

He preferred to thoroughly investigate the situation before taking action, rather than rushing in blindly like Angelia. At that time, he might not even need to fire a shot.

"Oh...?" Hearing Renault's words, Angelia was stunned for a moment and looked at AK-12 and AN-94 somewhat helplessly.

She still wanted to let them try the training device. In addition to the training levels that the two had just entered, there were many other training levels in the training device, and if the difficulty was slightly reduced...

AK-12 and AN-94's performance should not be so bad, right?

Seeing Angelia's thoughtful look, Renault guessed what she was thinking. It was just that they completely failed to see the combat capabilities of AK-12 and AN-94 in the training device just now.

So he calculated to let them try again. After all, this cost money, and just two hours of training was far from worth the return ticket.

"Alright, stop hesitating, the training device is still there, it won't fly away. It's not too late to come back after catching the person."

"Okay, since you say so." Angelia couldn't help but pout helplessly. Since Renault had said so, what else could she say? Strongly demand that we must depart at night again?

She didn't think Renault would easily change his mind, and it seemed that there was indeed a small problem with leaving at night. That was, it was very likely to get lost on the way back.

Nowadays, it wasn't an era where the land was brightly lit at night, and not only was there no guidance from lights due to civilization being sparse than before the Belkan Incident, even the navigation system couldn't operate normally outside the Green Zone for so long.

If you wanted to fly at night now, you had to have the corresponding terrain map pre-installed in the helicopter.

But the transport helicopter that Renault planned to use for purchasing obviously did not have this function.

Chapter 105: Splitting Up

"Are you sure you want to bring so many people along?" Looking at the numerous tactical dolls standing in the cabin, Angelia couldn't help but give Renault a strange look.

"What else? How could we possibly buy everything we need in one afternoon with just two or three people? Let's get going; time waits for no one." Renault said, walking directly into the cabin and closing the door behind him, putting on the communication headset.

"You guys lead the way, we'll follow behind, and we'll rely on you when we enter the city."

"Got it, we won't let you suddenly get shot down by anti-aircraft guns." Angelia patted her fully enclosed helmet, somewhat helplessly gesturing to AN94 in the pilot's seat.

This was probably the only advantage of the tactical dolls made by the Statesec that sets it apart from normal PMC's and Doll manufacturers Garrison —they could use most military equipment, including helicopters.

Moreover, they were not the kind that were inept; they could drive freely right after leaving the factory, which seemed much more proficient than SPAS-12.

The city they were going to wasn't too far away. It would only take a little over half an hour by helicopter, and with SPAS-12 seemingly wanting to go a bit faster, when Renault saw the isolation wall of the city, only twenty minutes had passed.

"Simonov seems to have become lazy lately. It's strange that she didn't come out this time. It feels a bit unusual." As the helicopter gradually descended, MDR remarked with some emotion.

This time, in addition to her, the other tactical dolls who came with Renault were AK47 and a few others who had just recently come under Renault's command.

M1919A4 finally got the chance to go out on a mission with Renault, and of course, G11 didn't get left behind.

And with G11 out, HK416, who was like her motherly figure, naturally followed.

If you counted Renault himself, there were a total of ten people this time. MDR knew that Renault probably didn't intend for her to lend a hand with the mission; most of them were here to do the heavy lifting.

For the actual mission, M1919A4 and G11, along with Renault himself, would probably be enough.

Angelia had two more people on her side. Bringing too many people for a capture mission wouldn't be easy to cover up.

The airport where the two helicopters landed looked very formal. Angelia, being from Statesec, probably wouldn't land them at the airport on the black market side. The ground crew were all wearing work uniforms, looking very official.

In addition to their two helicopters, there were several others parked at the other aprons of the airport, with specialized fuel trucks next to them refueling.

"You go with them to shop. AK12 and AN94, come with me. Put away the long guns. M1919A4, let MDR hold your gun for now." Getting off the helicopter, Renault walked directly to Angelia and said.

"Huh? Why? Does G11's gun doesn't need to be put away?"

Hearing Renault deliberately asking her to hand over her imprinted weapon to someone else, M1919A4 immediately pouted.

"What are you thinking? This is reconnaissance. What would it look like to carry a heavy machine gun? Are we picking a fight?" Tapping the head of this fellow, Renault took away her imprinted weapon and handed her a seemingly inconspicuous hand... stun gun?

"What's this? A toy?"

Holding the stun gun she received, M1919A4 immediately curiously inspected it. Seeing that it didn't have a muzzle, she even planned to pull the trigger to try it out herself.

"Don't waste it. It's for when we capture someone later." Of course, besides the stun gun, Renault also brought along a ten-meter-long nylon rope to tie people up later.

Meanwhile, AK12 and AN94 didn't put down their imprinted weapons, they just adjusted their straps and then folded the gun stocks, carrying them behind their backs.

The half-body cloak they wore could conveniently conceal their weapons, although sometimes a muzzle might peek out, as long as it didn't attract attention in the crowd, it would be fine.

In contrast, G11 was much simpler. Her imprinted weapon came with a box, which looked like an ordinary safe box. Carried by such a petite figure, people would probably think the contents of the box were some kind of musical instrument.

"Aren't we waiting for it to get dark before we act?" Following Renault, G11 and the others walked out of the airport. AK12 couldn't help but ask strangely.

"No, why wait? What's the point of waiting for it to get dark? In the pitch-black darkness, you can't even see a shadow, so why wait for it to get dark?"

The area where the broker was located definitely wouldn't be a brightly lit place. When it got dark, they would have to rely on night vision goggles to find the target person themselves.

And the romantic notion of leaving your doors unlocked at night obviously couldn't exist in this city. Once it got dark, you couldn't even see a ghost in every household. If you didn't go home to hide, would you wander aimlessly outside and get caught in the end?

So Renault planned to take advantage of the daylight to stroll around the areas where the brokers might appear. Perhaps they might even discover some other information.

It would be best to directly find the target of the mission. Then, they could simply use the stun gun to subdue the target and bring them to the airport where the helicopters were parked. Then, he would have completed the mission.

Naturally, Angelia, who heard Renault's words, wouldn't stop AK12 and the others. She nodded to Renault and them, indicating that they now directly followed Renault's command, and quickly led MDR and the others towards the bustling streets.

Seeing Angelia happily leading MDR and the others to go shopping, Renault couldn't help but sigh. This guy, is she accustomed to shopping?

But this was probably the normal state of his tactical dolls. Like Renault, who would personally lead the charge for any mission, that was the kind of commander who couldn't be found within a dozen districts.

According to the terrain map Angelia had shown him before, Renault kept walking and headed straight for the house where the target lived, even taking some spare time to buy a pack of cigarettes from a nearby shop.

AK12 and G11 followed behind Renault, seemingly following him like children being led by an adult to play.

But the place they were going to was the civilian area near the black market of the city. dolls naturally recognized such existences.

The two little ghosts didn't show any signs of being dolls, but the two behind them, with their long legs, were clearly dolls. After all, those two tactical dolls looked too beautiful, and in the civilian area, there couldn't possibly be any normal women who could look as beautiful as dolls.

So, as soon as Renault led a few tactical dolls into the civilian area of the city, he probably had already been completely exposed.

Chapter 106: Didn't Mention You Guys

"Look, another fat lamb has arrived! And they even brought dolls!"

After Renault led four dolls through the street that served as the boundary between the civilian area and the wealthy area, various malicious glances immediately fell on him and AK12.

As the residents of the civilian area saw Renault and the others, they began to discuss.

Their voices weren't loud, but Renault could hear them clearly.

Especially those discussing whether to approach them to scam and then run away; did he really look like such an easy target?

Although the weapons on the dolls were hidden, Renault's companions were not so discreet. Several guns were blatantly displayed on their coats, at their waists, and even hanging under their armpits.

Unless someone was severely nearsighted, it was easy to spot those weapons while Renault walked.

Those scheming individuals, whether plotting to approach Renault and the others or planning to disable the dolls and steal their parts to sell, obviously noticed the weapons that Renault inadvertently revealed.

However, these individuals didn't seem to care. They were just guns. It's no big deal, right?

"Commander Renault, are you sure there won't be any problems? Those guys are probably already discussing how much they can sell our parts for," AK12 said with her eyes closed, but her eyes were observing the individuals gathering in the distance.

But AK12's tone was cheerful, showing that she didn't regard those eavesdroppers as a threat.

"Just talk, we can't just rush over and chop off their heads now. This city has guards, and there are plenty of people from the Security Bureau here. Let's avoid violence if we can,"

At least... they would try not to resort to violence until MDR and the others finished purchasing all the supplies. Even when push came to shove, they would at least try to clean up discreetly.

Hearing Renault's words, AK12 shrugged, while AN94 beside her was startled.

It seemed that this Commander Renault was eager to chop off heads at the slightest provocation... he didn't seem like a good person at all...

This mission was just to capture someone alive. Would Commander Renault act rashly and kill the target on the spot?

"Do... don't we need to hide a bit?" G11 asked, feeling a bit embarrassed. Even in a game, wouldn't it be risky to enter another faction's territory to capture someone so openly?

"No need, we can't hide. It's obvious at a glance that we're not locals. What's the point of trying to conceal ourselves?"

Their differences in attire, demeanor, and aura were too conspicuous to hide from the people in this civilian area.

Although there were also many dolls in the civilian area, they were mostly outdated models, some even lacking much autonomy, and their clothing was very worn out, with patches being a common sight.

Unless Renault and his group managed to get some worn-out clothes and smear some dirt on their faces, even a three-year-old could tell the difference between them and the locals.

As the group continued to walk forward for a few minutes, probably crossing several streets, Renault directly followed the information given by Angelia and headed towards the broker's lair.

As they delved deeper into the civilian area, the roads became increasingly difficult to navigate, with all sorts of debris and garbage piled up on either side, and homeless people were visible everywhere.

G11 even saw some abandoned dolls lying on the ground.

AK12's eyebrows were already furrowed, and she even saw some human corpses in some garbage heaps.

Just a few minutes ago, the airport where their helicopter landed seemed orderly, and pedestrians and airport staff didn't seem to have any grudges. But now, after just a few minutes of walking through a few streets, the entire city seemed like a different world...

But soon, AK12 put aside these negative emotions. Such matters were not something a mere tactical doll like her needed to consider.

Perhaps seeing strangers in the neighborhood or someone had notified the pedestrians and the homeless in advance, the number of people in the neighborhood was decreasing, and after just walking for another two or three minutes, there were no longer any living souls around them.

The only one who could move was probably the service doll leaning against the wall, unable to move but not completely shut down.

"It seems we're in trouble, Commander Renault." After glancing back at herself and the others, AK12 smiled and said to Renault, "Should we take action against them?"

Just as she was speaking, AK12 turned around and saw Renault lifting his hands with AN94 behind her, seemingly rummaging through his coat.

Click!

Before AK12 and AN94 could say anything, they heard a crisp sound, not as clear as pulling a trigger, but slightly muffled...

The doubts in their minds were immediately dispelled the next second, because Renault had turned around and said to them,

"Make way."

AK12 and AN94 were startled.

What the heck! How did you just pull out a grenade launcher directly!?

Bang! Bang!

Before AK12 and AN94 could react, let alone the individuals behind them who had blocked their path, two smoke grenades were thrown at their feet and exploded without warning!

The thick gray smoke directly engulfed the entire street!

Seeing this, Renault also put away the grenade launcher and waved to the dolls beside him, "Go, catch them all, and be careful not to knock their heads off when you two start fighting!"

Finally, Renault reminded them.

"Don't worry, we know our limits. It's just a few..." Hearing Renault's words, AK12 rolled up her sleeves confidently.

"I didn't mean you guys, I meant those two," Renault pointed to G11 and M1919A4, somewhat helplessly.

Hearing this, AK12 and AN94, who were just full of confidence, were instantly embarrassed.

But fortunately, G11 and M1919A4 beside them had already rushed forward, and they followed suit, lest they continue to face this troublesome Renault.

There were a total of five people blocking their way, which was completely insignificant to AK12 and her group. Moreover, with the cover of smoke, this environment was undoubtedly their home field for AK12, whose eyes had been modified.

And G11 and M1919A4 were naturally unafraid of the smoke either; their thermal imaging could clearly tell them the positions of these roadblockers.

Chapter 107: Do Thieves Leave Empty-handed?

Bang! Bang! Crack!

Five roadblockers couldn't hold out for even five seconds against three tactical dolls. AK12, along with G11 and M1919A4, swiftly defeated them.

As for AN94?

She was perhaps the only one genuinely hindered by the smoke momentarily, pausing slightly after entering it.

Unfortunately, that momentary pause made her a mere bystander. Within just a few seconds, she couldn't even locate the roadblockers stumbling around in the smoke before AK12 and the others emerged, either carrying or dragging several individuals with them.

However, as AK12 carried two unconscious individuals out, she also noticed the "achievements" of G11 and M1919A4 beside her.

At that moment, she couldn't help but gasp in shock!

The two individuals in G11's hands seemed alright, with just a bit of blood on their foreheads, but at least they didn't look too gruesome.

As for the person in M1919A4's hands... oh boy, both arms were twisted in the opposite direction! And one leg was bent unnaturally forward. If it weren't for the protection of their clothing, this person's limbs might have been severed!

Slap!

Renault sighed inwardly and tapped his forehead.

He knew M1919A4 would reveal her strength as soon as she acted. While it might seem like she only broke their limbs, who knew what other damage she had caused.

Whether this person would even wake up was now a question.

As for G11's side, although it didn't look as gruesome as what happened with M1919A4, it wasn't any better... these were living people, not zombies! Can't you aim for something other than their heads?

The two individuals in her hands had blood splattered all over their faces, and who knew what G11 had used to hit these poor souls.

"Forget it, just bring over the two guys AK12 has. Let's leave the other three by the roadside; someone will take care of them."

G11 and M1919A4 glanced at each other, then simultaneously let go of the individuals in their hands, feeling somewhat embarrassed as they scratched their heads.

Their commander had already reminded them to be careful with their strength, but they still ended up being too forceful.

After discarding the three individuals who probably had no chance of survival, AK12 brought over the two she had knocked unconscious.

Seeing the two individuals, Renault directly lifted his foot and tapped one of them, saying, "Stop pretending. Do you know Larry? He seems to be quite famous around here."

Huh?! Awake already?! How could he wake up so quickly?!

Upon hearing Renault's words, AK12 immediately opened her eyes and looked at the individual lying on the ground.

But just as AK12 lowered her head...

Zzt!

A strong electromagnetic interference burst forth from the person on the ground, causing AK12's vision to be filled with snow-like interference.

"Hehe! Got careless, didn't you? Haha! Hiss! Spit! You rely on doll bodies!" The person lying on the ground struggled to speak, glancing back at the motionless dolls standing nearby.

These dolls didn't move, their eyes fixed on him, seemingly immobile.

However, G11 and M1919A4 looked puzzled; they didn't understand what was happening. How did this guy suddenly stand up with such confidence?

Meanwhile, AK12 and AN94 were contemplating how to subdue him, but they didn't act recklessly because the man not only had the electromagnetic interference device but also had a handgun aimed at Renault's head.

"Haha! Didn't expect this, did you? I installed an awakening device in my spine! As long as someone knocks me out, I'll immediately wake up!" The roadblocker who struggled to get up from the ground laughed and shouted at Renault.

Without even looking back at AK12 and the others to see their intentions, it seemed that in his eyes, once he activated the electromagnetic interference device, no doll could maintain consciousness in such high-intensity electromagnetic interference.

And indeed, it seemed to be the case. The service doll lying motionless on the street, unable to move, was already emitting smoke.

But this level of interference couldn't affect his own creation, and as for AK12 and AN94, they were specially designed by Statesec; how could they not withstand such childish attacks?

Although there was some interference, it wasn't enough to stop them from acting.

"Quick! Hand over all the money you have, and then redirect the permissions of these dolls to me!"

With a sway of his handgun, the man, who could be either a robber or a doll trafficker, shouted.

Slap!

Before he could finish his sentence, a slap landed on his face, and at the same time, the handgun in his hand somehow ended up in Renault's hand.

And that wasn't all; Renault, holding the handgun, reached out and snatched the interference device from the man's hand, crushing it into pieces and throwing it on the ground.

"Hurry up and tell me Larry's exact address, or else I'll send you to meet those three unlucky guys."

The robber, who had just been slapped and had his weapon and interference device taken away in an instant, covered his cheek and looked at Renault with confusion, not quite grasping what had just happened.

But with Renault's words, he also turned to look at the three accomplices who had just been knocked down by them.

Those three... were now breathing heavily, and they probably wouldn't last more than a few minutes before they breathed their last. Seeing this scene, the robber's legs went weak, and any impulse or bravado he had before vanished instantly.

The specific address of Larry was easily revealed by the robber; after all, he was a well-known broker in the area, so while it might not be his home address, his "office location" wouldn't be a problem.

"It's right here; it's not difficult at all. Your dumb commander is just overthinking things." Looking at the door within reach, Renault said as he kicked open the door.

Boom!

Under Renault's foot, the wooden door collapsed completely, and Renault stepped into the room, seeming unafraid of any potential attackers inside.

In reality, there was no one in the room; Renault had already sensed it. There were only some electronic devices inside; no living beings.

"Uh, it seems we've come up empty-handed." AK12 looked at the empty room and couldn't help but speak to Renault.

But Renault didn't reply; instead, he directly picked up the laptop on the table in the room. Although it was an outdated notebook, it had become an excellent choice for hiding various information because few people knew how to use these old computers anymore.

Watching Renault and the two doll accounts rummage through the room, AK12 couldn't help but think, 'Is this what they call thieves not leaving empty-handed?'

Chapter 108: Exiting Through the Back Door

Why are you so skilled at this!?

Office supplies on the desk, miscellaneous items in drawers, firearms and ammunition hidden in compartments, loose change in the piggy bank, and even snacks in the refrigerator—all were swiftly packed away by G11 and M1919A4 in just a few minutes!

Their movements were rapid and methodical. By the time AK12 and AN94 regained their senses, these scattered items had already been neatly packed into a hiking backpack strapped onto M1919A4's back.

The two of them worked together with such precision, as if they had done this many times before.

Especially their skill in rummaging through boxes and drawers; AK12 couldn't guarantee she would have found the hidden money and weapons without first shaking things up.

After all, Larry was at least a professional in introducing people to illegal activities, so he had some talent for hiding things.

The compartments and partitions hiding the money and weapons were all made of special materials. Even with professional scanning equipment, it would be difficult to find any clues. Yet, G11 and M1919A4 seemed familiar with these methods, effortlessly uncovering everything.

Renault didn't mind the two little ones rummaging through everything. After all, he had his own phase where he nervously rummaged through things everywhere, grabbing whatever he saw. He wouldn't even spare broken items; he would pick those up too.

The notebook contained a lot of information. Larry seemed to be quite proficient in old computer technology. The notebook even had an automatic data deletion function, and the battery pack inside the device was rigged with C4.

Enter the wrong password, and the data would be automatically deleted. Try to forcibly crack it, and the device would explode.

The protective measures were indeed tight, but unfortunately, this guy encountered Renault.

Larry wasn't currently in the city; he hadn't fled after receiving the message from Angelia to come and arrest people. He had just gone out temporarily, although this temporary absence was a bit long.

It might take two or three days for him to come back.

However, Larry had meticulously documented his work and the places he needed to go on his computer... This confused Renault a bit.

Why did you record all this? What's the point of keeping such detailed work logs? You're just a broker selling various illegal equipment. Why bother remembering everything in such detail? Even remembering that Zhang San from two streets away bought a bottle of nitric acid from you...

Well, that's probably professionalism. No wonder this guy became the biggest name in the city.

"Let's go, straight back to the airport. If you two are interested, you can call Angelia's side. They should still be wandering the streets for a few more hours."

It was just past one in the afternoon, with several hours left until nightfall.

And since they had finally come out for a trip, MDR and the others wouldn't hurriedly buy all the supplies.

Upon hearing Renault's words, AK12 and AN94 looked at each other strangely.

Was that it? They hadn't even caught anyone yet?

But since they were heading back, did it mean that Commander Renault had obtained some crucial information from that computer?

Snap!

Just as the two were about to turn and leave, Renault suddenly raised his hand and pushed them aside.

Then, a deafening explosion sounded on the ground!

A projectile blasted in through the doorway, directly passing through the spot where AK12 had just been, hitting the ground, and then ricocheting past G11's side.

"What's this! Sniper!?"

G11 exclaimed in shock, already pulling out her weapon case from her back and brandishing her imprinted weapon.

AK12 and AN94 weren't slow either, instantly taking their weapons off their backs. AK12 was even prepared to rush out at any moment, waiting for Renault's command to charge out directly.

"There are thirteen armed targets around the house, sniper position unknown,"

AN94 immediately began searching for potential targets nearby electronically.

As long as someone had a communicator on them, they would inevitably be detected by AN94. These unofficial communication devices were as conspicuous as bright lights in AN94's eyes.

However, the sniper's position was a bit far from Larry's location, making it impossible for her to find the exact target.

And for safety reasons, Larry had sealed off all the windows in the house. From inside, it was impossible to see what was happening outside. Trying to find the sniper's position through the window became an impossible task.

"Alright, don't gather at the door. Go out through the back door. We'll figure out how to deal with those guys after we're out."

Calling back AK12, who wanted to approach the window to tear down the sealed windows, Renault pointed to the wall on the other side of the room.

Back door? Where is there a back door in this house? Other than a front door, even the windows are sealed with layers of wooden boards, with no light leaking out. Where would there be a back door?

Before AK12 could ask, Renault answered their question with action.

He walked straight to the only wardrobe in the house and grabbed the top of it.

"Is there a hidden door behind the wardrobe?" AK12 said uncertainly. Even after opening her eyes, she couldn't see anything unusual about the wardrobe.

It seemed that Larry, the broker, was quite familiar with the scanning devices used by the military and security agencies, perfectly concealing the abnormalities behind the wardrobe.

Crack!

What looked like a wardrobe placed in the corner of the room made a dull cracking sound as Renault pulled it forcefully. It wasn't the wardrobe itself that broke, but the concrete structures connecting the wardrobe to the wall...

The wardrobe that Renault pulled directly from the wall, along with the power mechanism buried in the concrete wall, was now exposed to everyone's eyes. It was only then that AK12 noticed that behind the wardrobe was a door of the same color as the concrete wall.

But this door had some identity recognition devices on it. Unfortunately, they had been pulled out of the wall by Renault, rendering the door lockless. With a gentle push from Renault, the door swung open.

"This... Larry is quite cautious..."

AK12 closed her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. Then, she walked out first, opened her eyes again, and surveyed the situation outside the back door.

Upon seeing that there were no enemies outside the back door, she made a safe gesture to Renault and the others inside the room.

Chapter 109: Business is Booming

As several individuals left the room through the back door one after another, Renault directly placed the piece of C4 he had just removed from the computer behind the wardrobe. He then casually threw the wardrobe to the front door, effectively blocking it.

AK12 and AN94, who heard the sound of the wardrobe hitting the door frame, couldn't help but look curiously at Renault, who walked out of the room at a leisurely pace.

"Don't you need to obstruct the pursuers behind us?" AK12 asked.

"No need. They won't have time to keep chasing us. Let's take this opportunity to circle around and directly confront that sniper."

"Huh? Do you already know the sniper's location?"

AK12 and AN94 exchanged glances. Due to being pushed by Renault, they didn't see the angle of the bullet.

Moreover, there were seven or eight potential sniper positions facing the door. If they were to search one by one, unless they were extremely lucky and found the sniper at the first spot, the person would surely flee.

The sniper might have even fled already. After all, the previous shot missed. If the assailant was an assassin, they might have already changed their shooting position.

Without giving AK12 and AN94 a chance to ask questions, Renault led the dolls into an alley.

With Renault in the lead, the group started running.

Initially, AK12 was considering whether to lower the pace to accommodate M1919A4, who was carrying such a large backpack, and Renault, the human, with a considerable load... But before they took many steps, she and AN94 had to start running at full speed to catch up to them...

Running at any less than full speed was insufficient...

The scan results of Renault's subordinates in the restaurant showed no issues at all. Each of these dolls' performance had already exceeded the limits set by the Statesec for IOP doll performance, and even far exceeded them.

But what surprised AK12 the most was Renault himself!

Since when could humans run faster than military-grade dolls!?

Boom!

A sudden roar erupted from behind them, causing AK12 to turn her head in surprise to look in the direction behind them.

Unfortunately, the narrow alleyways had completely blocked their view. Even if they wanted to check for smoke or dust in the sky, they couldn't. But AK12 could tell that the sound came from where they had just left.

Larry, the broker's house.

However, Renault didn't give AK12 time to ponder. Leading the way, Renault, without stopping, raised his hand and gestured to G11 and M1919A4 behind him and pointed to the roof.

AK12 and AN94 also saw the location Renault pointed out. It was a two-story building with a slightly higher platform above the staircase on the roof, where there was a large water tank.

From the top of that tank, they could overlook Larry's house, and AN94 had already heard calls from a nearby communication channel. A man was currently trying to get a response from the raiding team.

It was the same group that had surrounded Larry's house earlier, preparing to catch them off guard.

AK12 was about to ask Renault if they should find a way to get to the rooftop of that building when she saw Renault suddenly pause his forward momentum. Then, in a motion that defied common sense, he charged straight toward the roof of the two-story building ahead!

And behind him, G11 and M1919A4 almost mirrored his actions, only slightly bending their knees before rocketing into the air nearly ten meters high!

And throughout the entire process, apart from the swooshing sound of Renault's coat, there was no other unnecessary noise!?

"What!? What the hell!?"

AK12 and AN94 were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks, looking up at the three figures already on the edge of the roof, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Even though AK12 had minimized all emotional calculations after opening her eyes, upon seeing this inexplicable situation, her eyes, which were always calm as a still pond, showed astonishment for the first time.

But after the astonishment came confusion. The two of them looked around, but they didn't see any ladders or similar objects. They couldn't jump as high as Renault did, so finding tools was their only way to reach the rooftop.

As for breaking into this building and climbing up through the stairs inside, it was not within their considerations.

Before the operation, Angelia had entrusted them not to engage with the city residents as much as possible, and it was best not to even meet those local residents.

Breaking into other residences was clearly not allowed. They needed to avoid being seen by humans as much as possible, because their appearances were too conspicuous. Once seen by humans, it was hard to forget such striking dolls.

Although Renault didn't care about Angelia's mentioned precautions, they still needed to follow them themselves. Of course, in a critical moment, they wouldn't stubbornly adhere to them.

Fortunately, Renault didn't make them wait long. Within a few seconds of the three people jumping onto the roof, Renault and G11 each carried a person and jumped down, while M1919A4 held an SVD.

One sniper and one observer, quite professional. It's just that their self-defense awareness is a bit lacking. Even though Renault had already stood behind these two guys, they didn't react at all.

The interrogation process didn't need much explanation. Renault took action himself, while G11 and the others stood by. This time, AK12 also came to "listen in," while AN94 stood with G11.

The origin of this group of people did surprise Renault. He originally thought they were the cards Larry had left behind, just to avoid being chased back to his lair. Who would have thought these guys were not familiar with Larry at all; they should be his enemies.

Because Larry, this guy, went out this time as a middleman to sell three scrapped mechs to their rival gang.

However, they mis-timed Larry's departure by a day, so they could only return empty-handed. But Renault just happened to enter Larry's house with the dolls before they arrived.

This group of people mistook Renault and the others for Larry's accomplices and launched an attack, with the intention of killing a few and taking them back for interrogation.

Unfortunately, they had hit a brick wall this time.

Thinking about the words these guys had just said, Renault compared them with the information he had obtained from Larry's computer.

He couldn't help but feel impressed.

Larry, the broker, had quite a bit of skill. Business was indeed booming. He had already sold one mech last time, but unexpectedly, this time, he managed to bring in three mechs, although they were all damaged to some extent.

But as long as you found the right person, a little repair work could make them usable again.

Chapter 110: Utilizing the Zerg Creep

"This is probably an unforeseen disaster, but fortunately, this place is quite chaotic, and no one seems to notice what happened here,"

AK12, who closed her eyes, returned to her normal state once again, looking at the streets as they were when they arrived, feeling somewhat relaxed.

Walking on the road they came from, it seemed like the residents on both sides of the road hadn't heard the explosion that occurred deep in the civilian area earlier, as if such occurrences were commonplace to them.

Although this numbness made people sigh involuntarily, it was fortunate that due to this almost numb reaction, Renault and the others were spared from causing chaos in the entire civilian area.

"Probably, but there is still some useful information."

As they spoke, the group had already left the civilian area and returned to the normal area in the city.

Although it was just a street away, it gave people a strange feeling as if they had traveled through time.

"Useful information? Is it about Larry's whereabouts?"

"Of course not. Larry's location has already been confirmed. That idiot recorded all his movements. We can just go find him in the evening. The information I'm talking about is about those factions."

"Is it another faction? Similar to the one UMP40 and her team encountered on their first mission here?" Upon hearing the word "faction," G11 immediately recalled the mission UMP45 and her team executed when they first arrived here.

Although she didn't go herself, she heard from the dolls who went with them. However, it seemed that they didn't mention how vicious those faction members were. They only mentioned finding many useful supplies at the faction's base.

This indirectly led to G11, who had been playing games on the training simulator too much recently, immediately associating it with picking up a bunch of useful things.

Looking down at G11, Renault couldn't help but knock on her head with some annoyance, "What are you thinking about? Have you lost your mind?"

Seeing Renault once again engaging in incomprehensible interaction with his dolls, AK12 shrugged noncommittally.

When they returned to the airport, Renault originally thought his dolls would spend some more time outside, considering that it shouldn't be time for anyone to return yet. However, he didn't expect that not only had some of the dolls already returned, but even the items they needed to purchase were now stacked outside the helicopter cargo bay.

They just needed Renault or SPAS-12 to come back and open the cargo door to start loading.

"G3? Why didn't you stay out longer with the others?" Looking at G3 carefully checking each item on the cargo list, Renault asked somewhat puzzled.

"Oh? Commander! You're back! I've bought everything I wanted, so I came back first." Hearing Renault's voice, G3, who turned around, said excitedly, pointing to the things beside her as she spoke.

They all seemed to be kitchen utensils, as well as many ingredients and ingredients used in baking.

As for why she came back first... that was because she was worried that the workers responsible for transportation would see that those buying things were just dolls, so they might tamper with them during transportation. She had finally bought these baking equipment. She couldn't afford to make mistakes and lose them due to this negligence!

"Uh, that's pretty fast. If it's about checking things, I can handle it here. You take G11 and AK12 out for a stroll. Angelia and the others probably won't be back for a while."

"Yeah, okay. But Commander, be sure to handle these devices with care when transporting!"

Nodding, G3 also put down the cargo list in her hand. When she left with G11 and the others, she still felt a little worried and turned back to admonish Renault.

"Yeah yeah, I got it." Watching the figures of the dolls walking away, Renault sighed helplessly and looked at the baking equipment mentioned by G3.

Was this necessary? Wasn't baking just using an oven and some small tools? What was this big thing that looked taller than him? Did they really need such a big thing just to bake bread?

Looking somewhat depressed at the huge crate stacked at the back of the aircraft cabin, Renault looked around and wondered if G3 had spent some unjust money again.

Fortunately, G3 left the cargo list when she left, and the corresponding transport number was also posted on the box, so it would be easy to find out what was in the box.

"Fully automatic high-intelligence rotating oven - ultimate enhanced version?"

Looking at the long string of names on the cargo list, Renault's eyebrows furrowed directly.

"What is this thing?"

He knew what an oven was, like a high-temperature low-temperature oven and such, but those were all metallurgical equipment. Didn't G3 buy baking equipment?

Unable to figure out what it was, Renault flipped through the receipt attached to the cargo list, and immediately saw the price of this thing, with the most zeros at the end.

Five zeros at the end, and a six at the front. This baking equipment, which looked like a small house, cost as much as six months of G3's pocket money! Goodness! Was this thing so expensive!?

Since G3 came to him until now, it hadn't been two months yet, and it was probably from her small treasury she had saved at Griffin.

Of course, it was also possible that she borrowed money to buy it, but Renault felt that it was probably the money split from the procurement funds MDR brought out this time.

Of course, he couldn't feel sorry for it. He could afford this money, and most of the vegetables at home were already self-sufficient. Wheat was currently not available, so this time, they just bought some grains, rice, and noodles.

There were also some seasonings and other miscellaneous items, and the rest were all snacks and drinks for the dolls to satisfy their cravings.

Whether to buy something else depended on the ideas of the dolls when they arrived.

Anyway, Renault had no taboos, they could buy whatever they wanted, and if the cargo hold couldn't fit everything, they could still buy a container and hang it under the helicopter to take it back.

...

"Hey, did you get it?" Seeing Simonov walking over, A-91 shook the jug in her hand and looked around, asking.

"I got it! I got it! That NZ75 guy kept a tight watch, but is this thing alive!? It's been squirming in my palm since I grabbed it! Is it going to bite me!?"

Turning to the side, Simonov spread her hands in front of A-91.

In the palm of her hand was a deep purple fungus mat, but it had already bunched up into a ball at the moment, wriggling slightly as time passed.

"Hey! Why think so much! Hurry up! Put this thing into the wheat cultivation tank. Maybe by tomorrow, our wheat will be ripe!"

Seeing the thing in Simonov's hand, A-91 couldn't contain her excitement and urged her while speaking.

"Is it really that fast?"

"Of course! Didn't you see it yourself?"

Chapter 111: Dusk

"There's something off about this... We came out to capture someone, but why does it feel like we're on vacation?"

Holding a floral-patterned cultural shirt in her hand, Angelia muttered to herself with a strange expression on her face.

"Well, just relax. Commander Renault already has that guy's action route, and it's not even in the city. The difficulty of the mission has instantly dropped several levels. Isn't it nice to complete the task more easily? Come on, 94, try this one on!"

AK12 didn't think there was anything wrong. Being able to leisurely stroll and shop on the streets was quite a novel experience for her. It was much better than being stuck in the training base all day doing simulated training.

"Huh? This... Isn't this a bit too..."

The clothing handed to AN94 by AK12 wasn't normal attire. It was a very bold swimsuit. Looking at the small piece of fabric held up to her, AN94 blushed without surprise.

"What's wrong? There's no one else here. Why not give it a try? Plus, this time it's Commander Renault who's footing the bill!"

Speaking, AK12 directly stuffed the swimsuit into AN94's hands and forcefully pushed her into the changing room.

Seeing the subtle movements of the two, Angelia couldn't help but turn her head and patiently wait in front of the changing room. She even took out the phone she got from Renault, planning to take continuous shots when AN94 came out.

Seeing Angelia raise her phone, AK12 also smiled and approached, trying to observe what new expression AN94 would make under the lens.

Unfortunately...

With a rustle, as the changing room curtain was pulled aside, what appeared before the two was not a bold swimsuit... Instead, it was a...

Dark, full-body diving suit??

Where's the swimsuit!?

How could this happen!?

"Um... I saw there were also diving suits in the changing room, so I put it on. The one just now was a bit..." Faced with the furrowed brows of AK12 and Angelia, AN94 stammered to explain.

Unfortunately, AK12 didn't seem to intend to let her off. "No way! This is totally cheating! Here, let me do it! This time I'll personally help you change!"

"Hey!? But! Wait... Wait a minute!"

While Angelia watched the two dolls fooling around, MDR and the others were in a similar situation. They were just wandering around the streets, roaming aimlessly. As long as they didn't leave the busy urban area, the dolls didn't have to worry about their safety.

Of course, anyone who dared to target Renault's dolls would surely be tired of living.

A few hours passed, not particularly fast for humans, but it didn't seem like much time had passed for the dolls.

"Commander, I brought dinner for you. Here, hamburgers and kebabs bought from the street, hot and fresh. Hurry up and eat, and be careful not to let SPAS-12 snatch them away." Holding out her phone to Renault, MDR handed over a large paper bag she had in her arms.

"Oh, thank you." Nodding, Renault just took out a hamburger from the paper bag, but a hungry gaze fell upon him.

"You... You've been eating on the street all afternoon. Haven't you had enough?"

"Hehe, um, Commander, I seem to have not tasted this flavor you have. Let me have a bite and see how it tastes?" Wiping the tears from her eyes, SPAS-12 put on a pitiful look, ready to play the cute card.

"How many times do you think you can fool me?" Seeing SPAS-12's antics, Renault remained unmoved and started eating in front of her.

"Uh... Chirp chirp..."

"Don't stare, hurry up and start the helicopter. Let's get ready to go back. Those who are joining the follow-up operation, get on the helicopter next to it. M14, drag AK47 onto the plane. Where's Spectre M4?"

"I'm right here. Don't ignore me every time." Spectre M4, holding a bunch of shopping bags, said somewhat annoyed.

"Yeah, I won't forget about you. Hurry up and get on." Renault nodded, watching as all the dolls entered the cabin. Then he turned and boarded the helicopter driven by AN94.

"You're really thrifty. So where exactly is Larry now?" Looking at Renault, who was eating and waiting for takeoff with great satisfaction, Angelia asked with some resentment.

"It's similar to last time. That guy somehow received a commission for three mechs, apparently from the same company as last time. He went out to contact the client and buyer. Judging by the time, their transaction should be happening soon." Eating while looking at the time on his phone, Renault realized it was just past five and not yet six.

At this moment, besides Renault, there were only G11 and M1919A4. HK416 also wanted to come along, but she was pushed back by G11.

Angelia closed the cabin door and looked back at Renault's side. Three of them were finishing their meals, while the other two were snacking, holding a phone in their hands.

It seemed that this helicopter had undergone special modifications. The engine noise was well isolated, and besides several seats, there were also a lot of communication equipment in the cabin.

This helicopter could obviously serve as a temporary command center in combat.

However, if Angelia stayed in the helicopter, her two dolls would obviously have to stay behind to protect her. The personnel responsible for the capture would then be Renault's three and AK12.

Her original intention was actually to capture the guy in the city, so she could save manpower for protecting herself and the helicopter pilot. With three people, plus Renault's help, capturing a live person would be a breeze.

But now it seemed that the situation had changed. Instead of capturing in the city, they were directly forcing a capture at the transaction point...

In the city, she didn't have to worry about those gang members using too many heavy weapons, but outside the city, it was really unpredictable.

However, Renault's group acted as if nothing was wrong, so she could only put her worries aside for now.

After all, Renault hadn't had any mishaps so far, so she could just consider this mission as a sure thing... probably...

HK416 frowned, leaning against the porthole and looking at the other helicopter that had already separated from them.

"Don't act like an old lady. Commander is with them. How could anything happen? Don't forget that your training scores are still lower than G11's."

MDR comforted HK416 while taking photos of the tipsy AK47.

"Hehe, I wonder what those AK47s from Griffin are doing now? Luckily Simonov and A-91 didn't come this time, otherwise, there would be two more drunkards. Oh, there's a reply? Poposha?"

Listening to MDR's self-talk, HK416 sighed. She had a feeling of unease this time...

Chapter 112: Successful Replication

The deep purple fungal mat was directly placed into the cultivation tank by Simonov and A-91. Although it was still squirming, there didn't seem to be much change after being put there.

"It seems like there's no movement?"

"Weird, CF05's fungal mat grows quickly on their end. There's no reason why it wouldn't work here."

Simonov glanced at the fungal mat in the cultivation tank, which showed no signs of stretching out, scratching her head in puzzlement.

It's worth noting that in CF05's vertical farm, the cultivation tanks are filled with this kind of fungal mat. The roots of vegetables and fruits directly penetrate this soft-looking fungal mat, resembling soil if you don't look at the color.

"Maybe it lacks nutrients? Should we add some fertilizer?"

"Ah, right! The growth of our wheat here is too slow. The fertilizers that the Commander bought before are still unused. There's only the stuff that regular dolls decompose..."

"Stop! Stop! I'm drinking here! Can we not talk about this? I'll go get the fertilizer, and you increase the water volume of the irrigation system."

"Wouldn't that drown the wheat?"

"What nonsense are you saying! Just one cultivation tank! Let's try first, there's no fungal mat inside, so why put so much water! Let's go! Hurry up! Commander and the others might come back unexpectedly!"

With that, Simonov and A-91, both brimming with ideas, immediately got to work, waterproofing and adding fertilizer.

Meanwhile, the fungal mat that had been motionless finally began to move, successfully stretching out and rapidly multiplying within the cultivation tank!

"That's it! That's it! Let's do this! I'll dig out a piece and put it in the other cultivation tanks..."

Seeing the change in the fungal mat, Simonov couldn't contain her excitement, and A-91 beside her was also elated. With this, as long as this fungal mat could indeed accelerate the growth of plants, they wouldn't run out of materials for their experimental brewing!

Although they had followed the instructions in the book several times before, the liquor they made fell a bit short of the vodka they imagined. To successfully brew the vodka they liked, it was essential to increase the number of experiments!

While the two were busy with the fungal mat, G36 in the restaurant furrowed her brow. "Where are Simonov and A-91?"

"I didn't see them. They're probably drunk in some corner again, as usual." MP40 looked around the restaurant but didn't see Simonov and A-91.

However, this situation was not uncommon for them. Everyone knew that among the dolls at home, some got drunk and forgot to eat, some played games all night, and some got lost in training.

It's different now. G36, the chef, had already fed all these guys, and there was food available in the restaurant during the day. Even if there was nothing to eat, they could easily go to the breeding grounds to get some eggs or pick fruits from the vertical farm.

Even going to the pantry to get ingredients and cook for themselves was an option. G36 didn't hide ingredients while cooking. Unless they wanted to cook like M1 Garand, they could all manage to make something to eat.

After hearing MP40's words, G36 nodded knowingly but also frowned slightly with some reluctance.

Although it had become commonplace for these guys to be absent during meal times, didn't it indirectly indicate that her cooking couldn't attract them anymore? It seems it is necessary to study new recipes again...

...

Renault, of course, was unaware of what was happening at home. The helicopter piloted by AN94 was now approaching the coordinates Renault pointed out. If they got closer, the noise of the helicopter would soon reach Larry and the buyers' ears.

Of course, if only Renault's people came over, he might just fly the helicopter directly above the heads of those guys and then parachute down to hammer their skulls directly.

But now Angelia was also on the plane, and AK12 and AN94 probably couldn't withstand the impact of a high-altitude fall, so the direct approach was not feasible.

Fortunately, although the helicopter from the Statesec was a bit old, the noise reduction was well done. Otherwise, they would have to land more than a dozen kilometers away and run over on foot.

Thanks to the heavily polluted environment now, the number of residents outside the city has significantly decreased, or even none at all. The trees in the wilderness have grown vigorously in the ten years since the Third War.

The location chosen by those gang members was also a densely forested area, which conveniently facilitated Renault and others' infiltration.

"Um... are you sure you don't need both of us to go?" Looking at AN94 beside her, Angelia asked with a furrowed brow.

The helicopter had already landed, and there was no point in them staying here. However, Renault had firmly rejected her proposal to join the operation.

"It's unnecessary. Just an extra doll, it won't have much impact on the situation. And you staying here ensures that we can escape at any time."

This time, Renault didn't bring his powered exoskeleton. After all, the initial task was just to capture someone in the city. Now that they were fighting in the wilderness, it was an unexpected turn of events.

Therefore, if they encountered a situation where they couldn't withstand the enemy's firepower, it was essential to escape by helicopter in time.

"Okay, since you say so, I'll be ready to rescue you guys from the fire pit at any time."

"What fire pit? Can you stop saying unlucky things before the mission starts?"

With a glance at her, Renault checked his equipment and waved to G11 and M1919A4, then walked towards the forest. AK12 also checked the communication status on her end and nodded to Angelia, then followed Renault and the others' direction.

Due to the collapse radiation, there weren't many living animals in this forest. Even if there were, they had already hidden when the helicopter landed. Therefore, the forest was very quiet. Besides the footsteps of Renault and his team, only the breathing of a few doll units could be heard.

"Why can't I hear Commander Renault's breathing?" Following behind Renault, AK12 asked G11 beside her in surprise.

Doll's breathing was already very faint, but Renault's was even fainter, almost as if he wasn't breathing at all.

"Huh? About that... I heard Simonov say that the Commander breathes through his skin!"

"Really? Shouldn't he be holding his breath? I heard from MDR that the Commander can hold his breath for fifty minutes!"

Pfft! A frog? Or a whale?

Hearing the responses from G11 and M1919A4, AK12 couldn't hold back her laughter, turning her head aside to laugh softly.

Chapter 113: Encirclement?

Simonov! MDR! These two troublemakers!

But what they said was true. He could indeed breathe through his skin. But when did these two find out?

It seemed he would have to deal with these two when he got back. How could they keep spilling his secrets all the time?

"Alright, I can see those guys now." Thinking to himself, Renault stopped and pointed ahead.

Larry sure knew how to pick a spot. In front of this forest was a small mountain hollow, with only one inconspicuous road in and out. The surrounding dense forest conveniently shielded it from prying eyes, unless a drone or helicopter flew directly overhead, ordinary people wouldn't notice this place at all.

It's amazing how these guys managed to drive several tons of trucks to such a place. Luckily, it hadn't rained recently, or else the dirt roads in this area would make those truck drivers doubt their lives.

"It seems we've arrived just in time."

AK12, walking beside Renault, looked towards where the group of people had gathered. They had just gotten out of their respective cars, each side having a few leaders, and they were now walking towards a vacant area in the center.

"Oh, it looks just like in the movies, but why did they set up a table? Shouldn't it be a straightforward transaction where one side pays and the other delivers, and then everyone leaves?"

Seeing the scene in the distance, G11's eyes lit up, speaking unconsciously.

"Why don't you mention that these guys might suddenly start double-crossing each other when the deal doesn't go smoothly?" Renault spread his hands and said, his eyes scanning the terrain ahead, contemplating which direction to rush in to capture people.

Ahead of them was a deep pit with a drop of over ten meters. It seemed to be some kind of quarry, but it had turned into a small forest due to lack of activity.

"Can we open fire now? If we set up guns here, it would be very satisfying!"

M1919A4 also patted the machine gun mount she was carrying, implying that she was ready to set up the machine gun and start firing as soon as Renault gave the order.

With Renault's command, G11 almost instantly darted out from her position.

Surprised, AK12 hurriedly ran towards Renault's direction, but because she started late, Renault had already reached behind a sentry by the time she caught up.

With eyes wide open, AK12 wasn't amazed at Renault's agility. She was just holding her imprint weapon, ready to rush forward and shoot the two sentries if Renault missed.

Unfortunately, Renault wouldn't miss. It was just two sentries with low alertness, casually leaning against a tree, completely unaware of the imminent danger.

Plus, it was dark now, and the two sentries couldn't see the sentry at the other end of the road more than a hundred meters away.

These sentries' only purpose was probably to howl when they were killed to alert their comrades below that there was an enemy attack.

But in Renault's hands, even if they howled, it would be in vain.

Seeing G11 cleanly take down the two sentries on the other side, Renault dashed out and snapped one person's neck before the sentries could react.

The other person, although he heard the crisp sound of bones breaking beside him and was about to turn around to see what was happening, a big hand had already landed on his head.

Crunch!

Seeing Renault gently lay down the two unlucky guys, AK12 finally put down the butt of her gun and squatted behind a tree, watching Renault run towards the direction directly opposite M1919A4.

Well, in this way, they had completely surrounded this group of gangsters.

Hmm, four people surrounded a group of at least fifty illegal elements.

"This is outrageous! Is Renault that bold?" Sitting in the helicopter cabin, Angelia, who had heard Renault's arrangements clearly, couldn't help but admire Renault's courage.

More than fifty people, most of them armed gangsters with rifles and handguns aplenty. These guys even brought anti-tank rocket launchers, perhaps to deal with the mechs lying in the train.

"AK12, see if you can hear what those guys are saying."

Seeing Renault didn't immediately move after taking his position, Angelia felt slightly relieved and asked AK12.

Chapter 114: The Real Fight Begins

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means exactly what it sounds like. I can't afford this money."

"You!?"

After AK12 adjusted her listening device slightly, a few clear voices rang out directly in the communication channel. Although it couldn't be discerned whose voices these were, it sounded like...

"Commander, it seems you've hit the nail on the head again. These guys are about to start fighting."

G11 watched the gang members who had already picked up their weapons, feeling somewhat incredulous.

Could the Commander really be a prophet? Everything he said seemed to come true?

"Tsk, wasn't Larry supposed to be good at business? How did he mess up this time?"

Hearing G11's words, Renault also rolled his eyes in annoyance, staring at the gunmen below who were getting restless.

"Constant dripping wears away the stone, doesn't it?"

AK12 shrugged. If these guys started fighting now, the possibility of capturing Larry alive would be slim to none. Bullets didn't discriminate.

This operation was like a rollercoaster ride. First, they were surrounded by unidentified armed personnel in a civilian area, then Renault took care of it nonchalantly. After pinpointing Larry's exact location, they thought the operation would be a piece of cake. But in the end, the deal fell through, and now they were on the brink of an all-out shootout.

"Commander, should we take them out now?" M1919A4 was clearly eager to go. Besides practicing shooting at home, she hadn't used her imprint weapon in a long time. There hadn't been any opportunity to use it in the training facility.

"If you're not afraid of getting hit by a rocket launcher from those guys, go ahead and shoot."

"Ugh... really, I haven't fired a single shot since I came out." M1919A4 shrank her neck at Renault's words. Although she didn't want to get hit by a rocket, she still complained.

"What about the capture target...?"

It seemed that AK12 sensed Renault's current lack of intervention, and she anxiously asked. If they didn't act now, would her first mission end in failure?

"Forget about capturing the target. Blame Angelia for this. She didn't investigate properly beforehand, so don't think about turning the tide now. I don't want to rush in and get shot for nothing."

Renault didn't know if the gang members below were a ragtag bunch, but they probably weren't much better. Their combat power was far inferior to the infected with their thick skin. Even though Renault could easily handle these guys himself, he needed to keep moving.

Trying to protect Larry and run out of the battle in this situation would only invite trouble.

Moreover, it wasn't certain. As the middleman in this transaction, Larry had already noticed that something was wrong.

Now, his position was right behind the guys who brought the mechs.

Originally, he was standing by the table, but now both sides were staring at each other, and as an 'outsider,' he naturally didn't attract the attention of the gang members.

It was likely that Larry, a professional intermediary, had encountered this situation before, maybe even several times. After all, he was doing illegal business. These gang members, nicely put, were gangs, but to put it bluntly, they were just a bunch of bandits!

When business negotiations fail, directly robbing the seller is reasonable for these bandits.

"Hey, hey! Renault! Can't you try a bit harder? I paid for this!"

Renault's negative words just now fell into Angelia's ears, who was listening to the situation here, and she couldn't help but shout at Renault, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Although her offer wasn't high, she had already paid a deposit. Couldn't he be a bit more diligent? Couldn't he think of a way to get Larry out alive?

"Come on, you had dinner at my doll's place, and you want my dolls to pay for your meal? Remember how you insisted on paying for this procurement earlier?"

If it weren't for AK12 exposing it, Renault wouldn't have known that Angelia had shamelessly gone to MDR and HK416 for dinner, and MDR ended up paying for it. Although they had agreed earlier that Angelia would foot the bill for this procurement, Renault couldn't let his dolls go out empty-handed. At most, after buying things, they would bring the invoice and ask Angelia to reimburse them. Who would have thought that Angelia, the former Griffin commander and a security bureau agent, would now be mooching off dolls for meals?

"Cough! It's just a bit tight on cash right now, I didn't bring any when I came out..."

Not bring her wallet? Or more accurately, she didn't bring any money...

Who would have thought that a task she thought she could finish in an afternoon would drag on until night?

"Huh? Are you trying to make me work for free?"

Not bring money? Then why did you agree so readily when I asked you to pay earlier?

Hearing this, Renault immediately questioned Angelia without a good temper.

At this time, on the ground below, the two sides had completely torn their faces apart, with weapons aimed at each other.

The gang members had dozens of people, each with a weapon in hand, and some even held up rocket launchers.

The sellers, on the other hand, although fewer in number, with only a dozen or so people, had a mech activated on a transport truck behind them, standing up to the astonished gazes of the gang members!

Chapter 115: A Tiger's Head, A Snake's Tail

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ear-splitting sound of gunfire startled the gunmen, causing a group of them standing in the firing range of the mech to scream and fall down in droves!

Meanwhile, the buyer and seller who were previously standing in front of the makeshift table quickly bent down and took cover on either side of the table.

More accurately, they took cover behind the materials box used to construct the table...

In the midst of the gunfire and cannon blasts, these two individuals almost instinctively bent over and swiftly leaned against the sides of the table, narrowly avoiding the first exchange of gunfire between the two sides.

The lackeys who had been standing beside them earlier had turned into sieves by now, lying lifelessly on the ground not far from where their bosses stood.

"Huh, look at that! It seems like that mech is winning! Those gang members can't even put up a fight against that thing." M1919A4 propped her chin up, boredly watching the mech effortlessly dispatching the gunmen.

At this rate, they didn't even need to lift a finger...

"But they still have plenty of rocket launchers over there. Shouldn't they have no problem dealing with that mech that hasn't finished installing its armor?" G11 glanced ahead, noticing several gunmen hiding behind cover.

Almost everyone had a rocket launcher in hand, seemingly prepared to charge out and unleash a brutal assault on the mech simultaneously.

As soon as G11 finished speaking, the gang members sprang into action, peeking out from behind the vehicles and sending seven or eight armor-piercing rounds flying towards the mech in unison!

Boom!

Several armor-piercing rounds hit the mech almost simultaneously, causing it, which had not been heavily armored to begin with, to tilt backward under the deafening roar!

However, before the mech could fall, the grenade launcher on its other shoulder fired a series of grenades towards the gang members who hadn't had time to discard their launchers yet!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Wow, those shots went really far! They almost landed at my feet!"

G11 darted away from her original position, narrowly avoiding three grenades, feeling somewhat relieved.

At this point, AK12 felt that she couldn't just stand by and watch anymore. What were these guys... thinking?

They claimed they wanted to buy the mech, but then they refused to pay, exchanged a few words with the seller, and now they were directly using a bunch of armor-piercing rounds to blow the mech to bits. Did their thought process work in such strange ways?

By doing this, wouldn't they end up with nothing in the end? Oh, wait! There are two more mechs, but did they even inspect them? Do they really trust the seller to bring all three mechs at once?

And... wait a minute! What about the middleman? That scumbag Larry! Where did he go? Could he have been blown to pieces already!?

While constantly mocking the bizarre behavior of these gang members in her mind, AK12 suddenly remembered her mission target! That guy named Larry! He was nowhere to be seen now!

"Angie! Larry's gone!" Seeing this, AK12 couldn't help but shout loudly into the communication device.

"How is that possible!? I didn't see anyone escape from your vicinity!" Angelia, who was using the command equipment inside the helicopter and connected to AK12's visual system, exclaimed. Although she had been slightly distracted by the fighting of those guys just now, there was no way she could have missed it!

AN94 was right beside her!

"Renault! Have you seen..."

"I'm looking right at him, right under my nose. Stop making a fuss, I'm just watching the show." Hearing Angelia's exclamation over the communication device, Renault said in exasperation.

You guys can't see it, but AK12's field of vision is completely blocked by those heavy trucks, so it would be strange if you could see that little rascal Larry.

"Watching the show?"

Upon hearing Renault's words, Angelia and the others couldn't help but be stunned. It's already this late, and there's nothing to watch. Moreover, where can there be...

They were about to say that in such a desolate place, where could there be a good show to watch, but unexpectedly, when AK12 looked up, she saw the two buyers and sellers still facing each other on either side of the materials box.

At this point, both of them had handguns in their hands, trying to shoot at each other from behind the box, but unfortunately, because these two idiots had raised their guns, the bullets couldn't hit each other even if they were sent to the next life.

Both of them were completely unaware of this and continued shooting back and forth.

G11 and M1919A4 had already started recording videos of these two idiots with their phones.

In this firefight, apart from M1919A4 joining in for the fun and taking out a few gang members trying to escape, the rest of the living... probably only those two idiots still stubbornly facing each other like fools.

Oh, and there's Larry, the guy with a knack for signing up for trouble. As for the driver in the mech, he had long since met his end.

"So, you went to all this trouble just to stop these idiotic gang members from getting their hands on the mech? Even if they do, what's the use? With their intelligence level worse than that of chimpanzees, I'm afraid they wouldn't even recognize which one is the control lever in the mech, would they?"

Watching the two idiots emptying their magazines after each other, Renault jumped out of the woods and called out to the others nearby.

Originally, they thought there would be a fierce battle, but it turned out that the enemy was defeated by their own IQ.

As he spoke, Renault didn't walk up to the two idiots who still didn't dare to make a move, but instead walked to a small pit beside the truck and placed a foot on the edge of the pit, before lifting another foot and blocking the top of the pit with a stone the size of a wheel.

Bang!

Seeing the stone blocking the top of the pit, Renault waited quietly for a moment, then, finding no movement, raised his eyebrows nonchalantly.

That little rascal Larry sure could hold his own, no wonder he was so skilled at escaping.

"Hurry up and come over, just take the guy away and it'll be done. Do you want those two idiots? If not, just get rid of them."

Glancing at the two guys who were shouting something towards AK12 and the others, Renault said into the communication device.

As soon as he finished speaking, the helicopter driven by AN94 arrived above the clearing with Angelia.

After finding a clean place to land, Angelia looked puzzledly at the two guys knocked out by AK12.

"This... should I start doing missions alone in the future? Why does every mission I undertake with you end up becoming strange?" scratching her head, Angelia pulled out a few plastic handcuffs from the helicopter and secured the two guys.

"Up to you, anyway, don't even think about avoiding payment this time."

"And what about Larry?"

"He's in that pit over there, with a layer of camouflage on the surface and a layer of bulletproof material underneath. That guy Larry is underneath that."

Pointing to the pit he had just blocked, Renault turned and walked towards the several trucks.

This mission was such a loss, they had to salvage something to make up for it, right?

Chapter 116: MDR's Text Message

What kind of junk is this? Can this even be considered a mech?

As Renault lifted the tarp covering the two mechs on the back of the trucks, his face darkened instantly.

If the one he had brought back from the gang stronghold could barely be called a mech, then the two on the truck could only be described as mere frames.

Countless pipelines were exposed without any protection, and there wasn't a single piece of armor on the skeletal frame of the mechs. Indeed, the one just blown up was in the best condition among these three.

Whether these remaining two could even stand up was questionable, let alone engage in combat. They might barely stand before getting their driver's heads blown off by a barrage of bullets.

Indeed, even the cockpit of these mechs was semi-open, lacking any protective equipment. Under the driver's seat was just a load-bearing beam, and the space beneath the driver's feet was empty except for the control pedals.

It was somewhat like Gallia, but without Gallia's extreme cockpit setup. At least here, there was a seat, allowing you to pilot without feeling awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

But sitting in a seat meant you wouldn't risk anything unpleasant due to sudden movements or impacts.

Of course, Gallia's suspended cockpit was for collecting the driver's actions to make the mech more agile, a functionality absent in these cockpits with seats. Judging by the performance of the just-destroyed mech, these mechs, whoever manufactured them, clearly didn't meet Gallia's standards of agility. Otherwise, with just a few steps, they could have at least avoided being directly hit by enemy fire, let alone dodging all attacks.

Of course, these weren't the main issues. The most important thing now was that these things were worthless in Renault's eyes! They had no value to be taken away!

The structure of the mechs was made of ordinary materials, and even selling them as scrap metal wouldn't fetch much. The pipelines were something you could buy at any small shop, and judging by the performance of the just-destroyed mech, the main control system was utterly rubbish.

Sure, selling the whole thing might fetch some money, but was the shipping free? Just the fuel cost for SPAS-12 to fly here and take these things back home was considerable, let alone trying to sell these things, which was extremely difficult.

Who in their right mind would buy a mech for no reason? Especially with Angelia around.

And all these mechs were of the manned variety, with no autonomous cores or the like inside. If there were, Renault could at least salvage them for materials, but unfortunately, there weren't any.

Damn!

Fortunately, he didn't bring another helicopter this time, nor did he bring the powered exoskeleton...

Is that it?

Last time they attacked the gang stronghold, those guys at least managed to cause some damage to the UMP40, but this time... forget about damage, the footage they took could be directly used as a comedy special on the anonymous board.

Renault turned away speechlessly and walked towards Angelia's direction. She had just moved away a small rock with AK12 and was pulling the camouflage cloth spread over her head.

When Renault walked over, he happened to meet the eyes of the guy in the pit.

With an emergency oxygen mask on his face and tactical flashlight and pistol in hand, Larry looked at the two gun barrels almost touching his forehead in amazement after seeing the camouflage cloth over his head being lifted.

The AK12 was fine, but the M1919A4 in the hands of Renault posed a problem. Bringing a heavy machine gun like this to shoot at someone like Larry, who is unarmed...

Larry dropped his pistol and raised his hands.

"It took several hours of fuss just to catch this guy? Are you sure he has the information you want in his head?" Renault glanced at the young man with the mask on his face and pursed his lips.

"That's my concern. But when we came over, it seems we brought three sets of protective suits. If this guy doesn't wear one, he'll turn into an infected person, right?"

Angelia scratched her head, feeling a bit annoyed. They couldn't possibly run back to the city now, could they?

And there weren't many protective suits with a level sufficient for personnel to operate within the Red Zone. It wasn't certain they could find them in the city they had just left.

"The box you use for storing protective suits should be enough. It has protective effects, so just put him in there when the time comes."

"Um, wouldn't that suffocate him?"

The box for storing protective suits did have a certain protective effect, but it was completely airtight inside. Wouldn't the person suffocate within minutes?

Renault nudged Larry, who was starting to feel weak in the legs, with his mouth.

"Here, he's already prepared his own life support equipment."

"Wait! What do you want to know!? I'll tell you everything! Please don't put me in the box!" Hearing Renault and Angelia discussing how to put him in a box and take him away, Larry hastily shouted.

What else could he do? Wait for someone to treat him like goods and stuff him into a box?

This was going too far? Renault raised an eyebrow. Honestly, he hadn't expected this. He had thought this guy would prefer to die rather than compromise his integrity.

But seeing this guy decked out in all sorts of survival gear, Renault wasn't surprised.

And since Larry had said so, Angelia wouldn't miss such an opportunity. She immediately had AN94 take out the lie detector from the helicopter and sit down beside the makeshift table that had just been overturned, starting to ask Larry questions.

Renault had no intention of eavesdropping on what Angelia was probing about. However, since Larry had recorded all his actions and all the information he knew in his notebook, Renault couldn't help but be curious.

And this time, Angelia was ultimately disappointed. There was no information she wanted to know. Larry's success in brokering the sale of the mechs twice in a row was actually due to the efforts of employees within that manufacturer.

The mechs they produced couldn't be sold, the military wasn't interested, and buyers from other regions weren't willing to take them. The entire project was scrapped, and the mechs produced were stored as technological reserves.

But although they were considered technological reserves, they might never think of them again in their lifetime.

Instead of leaving these things to gather dust in the warehouse all day, it would be better to find a buyer with deep pockets and sell them off quickly.

Larry had helped broker the sale of these backlogged goods twice, but the last time wasn't as lucky as the previous one.

Beep beep beep!

Huh? A text message?

MDR: Commander, we've arrived home, but it seems there's a slight issue at home. You'd better come back as soon as possible...

Chapter 117: Warehouse Explosion

A minor issue? What issue? And why send a text message? Isn't making a phone call more convenient at this time?

Hmm, probably to avoid disrupting Renault's actions with a phone call. But now that Angelia's questions are almost finished, there's no need to worry about that. So Renault quickly called MDR back.

MDR, whose phone never left her hand, answered Renault's call as soon as she saw his communication request.

Without waiting for Renault to ask, MDR immediately exclaimed, "Commander! Simonov and A-91 have gone crazy, locking themselves in the vertical farm!"

"What? Locked themselves in? How is that possible, they're probably just drunk again, those two." Although Simonov and A-91 were at a level where they couldn't get drunk anymore even if they chugged a whole ton of booze, it didn't mean they wouldn't still have fun while drinking.

In addition, the three of them, including AK47, occasionally concocted some concoctions with alcohol content close to pure alcohol. It wasn't impossible for them to drink it on a whim and then lock themselves in a room without coming out.

"Oh no! That's not it! They didn't show up during mealtime. G36 thought they had already eaten, but later found out that the door to the vertical farm was tightly sealed and couldn't be opened at all!"

"Couldn't be opened? How is that possible? The door opens inward, even if something is blocking it, a little extra force should be enough to push it open, right?"

Renault, knowing the strength of T-Dolls, naturally knew that the things inside the vertical farm couldn't be that heavy. Even if G36 couldn't push it alone, two more people could do it.

"No, Commander, it really can't be pushed. And if we use more force, it might damage the outer airtight compartment."

If they accidentally damaged the outer airtight compartment of the vertical farm, the crops inside might not survive.

So G36 and the others didn't dare to act rashly. They planned to wait for Renault to come back and see what was going on.

"Well, have you tried using communication protocols to contact those two drunkards?" Although the airtight compartment of the factory had a certain effect on isolating signals, the distance between inside and outside the door wasn't that far. There was no reason why they couldn't contact those two.

"It's because we can't contact them. There's no signal at all in the vertical farm now, whether it's a phone or doll communication protocol, all signals are like they've disappeared into thin air. Anyway, Commander, hurry back and take a look!"

"I got it, I'll be back soon." After hanging up the phone, Renault scratched his head, feeling that something was a bit off. How could the door to his own vertical farm not open?

Could it be that Simonov had done something again?

"What happened?" Hearing that Renault had just finished a call, Angelia came over to ask.

"Nothing, just a door at home that won't open, and Simonov and A-91 can't be reached. Who knows what they're up to again."

At this point, Angelia had finished questioning, and having tied up Larry and the two unconscious guys, she naturally had no reason to take this guy away in a box.

She was just here to investigate things, not to consider merits and rewards. So these three guys just had to wait for the security personnel she had summoned to take them away.

After leaving those unlucky guys behind, Renault and the others boarded the helicopter and flew off in the direction of their home.

When they arrived home, G36 and the others had been waiting at the door for Renault for a long time. Seeing Renault coming out of the helicopter, they didn't say a word and just pulled Renault and ran towards the vertical farm.

Now the situation at the vertical farm had become increasingly strange. The door, which had originally opened inward, now seemed to be expanding outward, as if something inside was slowly pushing against it.

Standing in front of the door, Renault quieted his mind and sensed the situation inside the vertical farm using his psionic senses.

After sensing the situation inside the farm, Renault rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Sure enough, this was caused by Simonov and A-91. They were indeed still inside the vertical farm.

As for why the door couldn't be opened and why those two couldn't be contacted? It would be clear once the door to the vertical farm was opened.

"C96, go to my workshop and fetch the cutting machine."

Since the door inside was blocked tightly, it couldn't be pushed open. forcibly pulling the door outside wasn't impossible, but it might affect the isolation function between the factory and the airtight compartment. The most prudent way was to directly cut off the door hinges and remove the door.

It was fortunate that all the doors of this factory were left over from before, and the door structures were still the most common hinge doors from before. Otherwise, if all the doors here were the multi-layered hatch doors common in Griffin, he would have to forcibly demolish the house if he wanted to open the door.

C96 quickly brought over the cutting machine that Renault wanted, and Renault took it and started cutting at the hinge position of the door.

Although Renault had reinforced these old-fashioned hinge doors long ago, these things were fragile under the cutting machine.

"Back up, so you don't get hit when the door opens later."

Click!

As Renault's reminder fell, the cutting machine in his hand successfully cut off half of the door.

When G36 and the others all backed away six or seven meters, Renault let go of the door he was holding up.

Crash!

Golden grains of wheat rushed out of the door! Straight towards G36 and the others who had retreated to the corridor!

"What is this!? How can there be so much wheat!"

And they're all unhusked! There are even some wheat ears mixed in the middle!

Didn't the wheat that Simonov and A-91 planted take some time to mature!?

Just as everyone was wondering, along with these grains of wheat rushing out of the door, there was also a liquid that smelled like alcohol, rushing out along the ground for more than twenty meters!

Even though the wheat that rushed out of the door had occupied most of the space in the corridor, the wheat inside the door continued to gush out as if in an endless stream!

By the time the wheat inside the door stopped gushing out, the corridor outside, over forty meters long, had been completely occupied by golden wheat.

And at this moment, the group of T-Dolls finally saw Simonov and A-91... or rather...

These two that were buried under the pile of wheat...

Chapter 118: Can This Really Be Eaten?

After seeing the limbs of these two individuals exposed outside the wheat pile, the previously inaccessible doll communication protocol finally managed to establish a connection.

"Simonov! A-91! What on earth is going on with you two!? How did you manage to get this many wheat?" G36 roared at the two through the communication protocol.

"Uh... well, let's not worry about that for now! Anyway, just get us out of here!" Simonov said awkwardly, while A-91 beside her didn't speak up either, but their limbs began to flail.

Unfortunately, they were surrounded by a bunch of scattered wheat, so after struggling for a while, they only managed to disperse the wheat around them, allowing Renault and his group, who had just entered the vertical farm gate step by step, to see the situation of these two clearly.

Well, no wonder these two had been in this upside-down state and hadn't come out. It turned out that it wasn't that they didn't want to come out, but that they couldn't...

At this moment, the two unlucky ones were maintaining yoga-like postures, with only one hand and one leg still mobile, while the rest of their bodies were tightly entangled by something resembling plant roots.

Layer upon layer, they looked like they had been tied up like zongzi.

And those roots extending from below not only bound the two tightly but also continued to extend upward, entwining the dangling electrical pipes and water pipes fixed to the wall, all the way to the top of the vertical farm!

At this moment, each wheat stalk seemed to have come alive, winding like a vine, and had grown into, but obviously misshapen, wheat ears densely covering the entire ceiling. And at this moment, these wheat ears were still occasionally dropping mature wheat grains.

But these wheat grains looked very different from normal ones. Not only were they unusually large, but they also seemed to have lost their original form and looked more like pomegranate seeds, capable of releasing juice with a squeeze.

Moreover, this liquid still had a hint of alcohol, and it was likely that the water that flowed out when the door was opened just now was squeezed out from these wheat grains.

What on earth was going on?

When Renault had Simonov and A-91 plant wheat, although he indeed intended for them to brew their own alcohol for self-sufficiency, the main purpose was to use the wheat as the primary food source.

Because G36 used more flour when cooking, and with G3's arrival, this situation became even more apparent.

Who would have thought that all the wheat in this entire vertical farm would mutate? It was uncertain whether the flour ground from this kind of wheat would still be edible. Anyway, they would have to collect and wash these things first, and then dry or squeeze out the juice.

Then there would be a series of processing steps such as bran removal. Whether the surface of these mutated wheat grains still counted as bran was unknown.

But before dealing with these mutated wheat grains...

"MDR, come here, take your phone and capture the appearance of these two idiots." Renault waved to MDR.

"No!"

"Don't do it!"

Simonov and A-91, who couldn't speak, both wailed through their doll communication protocols.

"Hehe! I've already started taking pictures! It's absolutely complete! At most, I'll just censor your faces later!" MDR was not moved at all.

High-quality material like this had been very rare recently, so how could she miss this opportunity!

While MDR was taking photos of these two unlucky ones, Renault began to check the situation of the bacteria carpet inside the vertical farm.

Previously, he often went to check the vertical farm managed by CF05 and NZ75 to prevent the bacteria carpet from causing plant mutations.

He didn't rush to cultivate bacteria carpet here like he did with Simonov and A-91, partly because there was still plenty of flour left from previous purchases, as they would bring some back each time they went out to buy supplies, but the items that were consumed quickly were usually snacks and other snacks.

He wanted Simonov and A-91 to try planting first. After all, he needed to wait for the wheat here to mature before they could speed up the growth process with bacteria carpet once they were familiar with the entire process.

Who would have thought that these two would take matters into their own hands, bringing the bacteria carpet from another vertical farm here and providing excessive nutrients, directly causing a large amount of reproduction of these bacteria carpet.

Now the ground of this vertical farm was already completely covered by bacteria carpet, but for now, all they could see under their feet was wheat. It was just not obvious at the moment.

Fortunately, Renault was back, and these bacteria carpet would not expand outward under his control. Otherwise, the ground of the corridor outside would surely have been covered by bacteria carpet by now.

As for G36 and the others, they had taken out tools and containers from the warehouse and began to collect these wheat grains that looked nothing like wheat.

All the dolls at home came over to help, so the speed naturally was not slow. UMP45 and the others naturally did not fall behind, as there was usually nothing to do at home.

Helping out now not only provided assistance but also allowed them to admire the embarrassing state of Simonov and A-91.

It would be a pity to miss it!

"Um... these wheat grains taste really strange. I always feel like they're..." While shoveling these wheat grains into a bucket, UMP40 curiously picked up a few and chewed on them.

After all, these mutated wheat grains looked crystal clear and had a very good appearance at first glance. They also had a bit of sweetness when eaten, but UMP40 felt like there was another taste besides sweetness.

"416, do you want to try?" G11, who came back with Renault, was also present to help. Seeing UMP40 chewing on wheat grains, she grabbed a handful and ate them, then handed some to HK416.

"Hmm, can this really be eaten?" Looking at what G11 held in her hand and then at the mutated wheat in the vertical farm that looked like some kind of unknown organism, HK416 couldn't help but express doubt.

"Well, it can be eaten, and the taste is pretty good. It tastes a bit like bread when chewed, and it's quite sweet." UMP40 nodded in confirmation.

"Even if it can't be eaten, it doesn't matter. After all, doll forms won't get stomach aches." UMP45, holding a large bucket in front of her, waved her hand. Even if it was really poisonous, doll forms wouldn't be affected. After all, their bodies didn't have real digestive systems.

"Alright." Frowning slightly, HK416 disdainfully threw these wheat grains into her mouth.

But as soon as her teeth sank into them, a rich and sweet aroma filled the air. At the same time, there was a taste that she felt very familiar with, but it wasn't an unpleasant taste. On the contrary, it added a lot of freshness to these wheat grains.

Eyes brightening, HK416 directly grabbed another handful of wheat grains and stuffed them into her mouth.

Chapter 119: Drunk HK416

After MDR finished taking photos, Renault also released the mutated wheat roots that had restrained Simonov and A-91.

"Haha! Finally out! These roots are way too sturdy! Commander! I strongly request an increase in the strength of the Doll bodies!"

Simonov, who had climbed up from the ground, adjusted her clothes and earnestly requested Renault, her eyes fixed on MDR's phone.

A-91, on the other hand, remained silent.

Though her expression seemed fine, she still appeared slightly tipsy.

How was she still intoxicated after not drinking for hours?

Renault noticed A-91 grab a handful of wheat grains from beside her and start eating, looking just as intoxicated as when she drank alcohol.

Observing A-91's behavior, Renault noticed that not only was she eating, but nearly all the tactical doll around were snacking on the mutated wheat while working.

After all, the mutated wheat tasted sweet and juicy, resembling fruit gummies. It was no wonder everyone was tempted, even G36 couldn't resist.

But what about HK416? Was she also this greedy? Why was her face getting redder?

"What's going on here?

 Angelia, who had planned to rest AK12 and AN94 briefly before resuming simulated combat testing, became curious when she saw something amiss with Renault. She approached with great curiosity, and since Renault didn't stop her, she didn't want to miss out on the excitement.

But the scene in the vertical farm exceeded Angelia's imagination. Have you ever seen wheat growing on the ceiling? Have you seen wheat so strong it can restrain a 600-pound doll? Have you tasted wheat grains that taste like fruit gummies?

Magical!

Angelia's mind was overwhelmed by this word, especially considering the thousands of tons of wheat in the warehouse. How did this happen? Even if the wheat mutated, the yield shouldn't be this high on the small planting area of the vertical farm.

What kind of fertilizer did Simonov and A-91 use? It was utterly unscientific!

"It's nothing, just some minor glitches. It'll be fine in a moment. You all go to the training room or the cafeteria for a while." Hearing Angelia's inquiry, Renault didn't want to waste time explaining.

Explain what? Tell her that the beings standing before her weren't pure humans? Or that the bacteria carpet were all mutated alien organisms?

Even if it was the truth, Angelia, a special agent from Statesec, wouldn't believe it. Even if it was the truth.

"Okay." Seeing Renault had no intention of explaining what happened, Angelia shrugged and let it go. Delving too deep into the matter wouldn't be wise for her, as she didn't know if Renault would get angry over these trivial matters.

After Angelia left with AK12, Renault began to deal with the bacteria carpet on the vertical farm floor. Fortunately, only a portion of the wheat in the cultivation trough had grown awry.

Although there were wheat seedlings on the ground, they obviously hadn't matured yet. Otherwise, Simonov and A-91 wouldn't have been only half-restrained.

"Haha! MDR!? I finally found you! You, who once shamed me! Today, I'll return the favor tenfold!" Suddenly, a grating laugh echoed from behind Renault!

Simonov, who was ordered by Renault to stay and help pull out the useless wheat seedlings, was startled by the sudden laughter. Turning her head towards the source, he found it wasn't the usual noisy figures, but... HK416, who was usually stern?

What's going on? Did you also mutate?

Simonov knew about the conflict between HK416 and MDR, but that was ancient history. They even flew back together in a helicopter not long ago, chatting casually as they walked. There was no sign of a fight.

And now... with HK416's flushed face, sinister smile, and two small shovels in her hands...

She looked somewhat liked the mischievous Vector, who always got excited at the sight of fire. Was HK416's trigger collecting wheat? Or simply shoveling it into the bucket?

"Hey hey hey! Don't come over! I treated you to lunch today! Don't chase me!" Click click click!

As MDR panicked and shouted, she continuously snapped pictures while HK416, with her face crimson, approached menacingly, brandishing the two small shovels towards MDR's head!

"What!? Is this possible! She's drunk and still in combat mode!?"

Familiar with the functions of the doll bodies, MDR immediately recognized the situation. Apart from HK416 activating combat mode herself, there was no other possibility.

Drunk?

Hearing MDR's exclamation, Renault also looked at HK416's flushed face and realized she was intoxicated.

But was her tolerance really this low? Did she get drunk from just eating a bit of mutated wheat? The alcohol content in this stuff couldn't be that high, right? It was something normal people could taste, but consuming a large amount wouldn't cause any problems.

"Don't make a fuss. Hurry up and find something to restrain 416. We don't have time to let her run wild here."

"Alright! I guarantee your satisfaction!" MDR signaled P90 over, and together they used wheat stalks, discarded by Renault, to control and restrain HK416.

With an extra pair of hands, the situation with HK416 was easily subdued.

But MDR clearly wasn't going to let HK416 off the hook. Continuously snapping pictures, she documented HK416's embarrassing state.

Chapter 120: Everyone Gets Their Share!

"Whoa!" Sitting up, HK416 suddenly felt a pounding headache.

What's wrong with this biomimetic system? Why does my head hurt so much?

Rubbing her head in confusion, HK416, who was internally complaining about the malfunctioning biomimetic system, subconsciously glanced around the room.

But the first thing that caught her eye was MDR's smiling face.

"Are you awake? The operation went smoothly... Whoa!"

MDR started with a smile, but before she could finish her sentence, HK416 raised her fist and aimed it at MDR.

Dodging the punch by covering her head with her hat, MDR patted her chest. "Hey, calm down! It's not good to be so impulsive. I brought you something nice."

"What is it? And why am I here? I remember clearly that I was organizing wheat grains with G11..."

HK416 furrowed her brow, rubbing her head. Midway through her sentence, a strange sense of memory loss suddenly surged within her.

Wandering recklessly in front of the doll figures, then chasing MDR with a shovel, then being subdued by several doll figures... and then... a series of continuous snaps...

"MDR!"

In HK416's mind, memories of her terrible experience back in Griffin came rushing back!

After soaking in seawater and being unable to move, MDR took a whole set of photos and posted them anonymously online, causing all the doll figures in Griffin to often look at her with strange eyes.

And now, here it is again! How is she supposed to face anyone!

"I'll take you on!"

Thinking of this, HK416 jumped up and aimed a flying kick straight at MDR's forehead!

"Hey hey! Wait! Wait a minute! Listen to me! I didn't post your photos anonymously this time! Why are you so angry!?" Dodging the attack, MDR hastily explained.

Boom!

Even though HK416's hasty flying kick, it still kicked a doll-shaped hole in the dormitory wall.

Climbing out from the debris, HK416 frowned at MDR. "You didn't post them? I don't believe you. Aren't you the one who posts everything on the anonymous board to get replies?"

"Hey hey, what kind of terrible image do you have of me in your mind? Didn't we have a pleasant conversation over dinner before? Can't you be less harsh on me?" MDR looked genuinely troubled, as if she was genuinely hurt by HK416's opinion of her.

"Really didn't post them?" HK416 still had some doubts.

"Don't worry! I absolutely didn't post them this time!" MDR assured with a solemn pat on her chest.

"Then why are you here?" Even though MDR said so, HK416 still didn't let her guard down. Who knows if MDR is up to some new trick?

"Well well, don't be nervous. Actually, when I went out earlier, I deliberately bought a printer..." While speaking, MDR reached into her bag and pulled out a photo album.

Seeing the album in MDR's hand, HK416 immediately raised an eyebrow!

Wow! She knew MDR was up to no good! Instead of posting the photos anonymously, she turned them into an album!?

"Hey hey hey! Don't move! This is a legitimate album! The photos inside are all normal! Look for yourself!" Saying so, MDR opened the first page of the album.

The photos on the first page looked normal indeed, showing Renault driving in the driver's seat, with a somewhat desolate mountain landscape outside the window.

The subsequent photos included M1 Garand packing supplies, P38 singing to a group of autonomous dolls, and even Nagant Revolver trying to train Jaeger to speak.

Hmm, they all looked quite normal, and among these photos, apart from Simonov and a few others, there were no MP5 or P90 figures, as if they were very old photos.

They all seemed like normal everyday photos, without anything strange.

Seeing this, HK416 relaxed a bit, but also felt strange. When did MDR become so serious?

"Cough cough, see, I told you this album is very serious. Don't think so badly of me. Anyway, I'll give you this album, I still have to distribute albums to others, bye!" Seeing HK416's calm expression, MDR raised an eyebrow, said a few words, and then quickly ran out of the dormitory.

"It's really strange, this guy, unexpectedly thinking of making such a serious album?" HK416 muttered to herself as she flipped through the album. The photos in the album seemed to be arranged in chronological order.

Some were taken by MDR herself, while others were captured from the memories of doll figures. MDR probably got these pictures from others, and it must be said that she put in a lot of effort. Even the photos of Renault wielding a crowbar to smash the skulls of infected individuals were included.

Looking at these photos documenting the experiences of Renault's team, HK416 also relaxed, casually flipping through the album. In the back, she even saw a photo of herself wiping G11's dirty face with a towel.

But after flipping through a few pages at random, HK416 found that the last section of the album seemed to have a black paper color, with a hard color page in between.

On it was clearly written a big 'Black'.

Seeing this dark-colored page, HK416's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Hurriedly flipping it open, the first thing that caught her eye was the miserable sight of M1 Garand being shot and falling into a cart, followed by Simonov changing into four-wheeled mechanical arms! P38 and Nagant revolver being loaded into Dinergates'...

These series of photos were all not good looking, and even G36 couldn't escape the poison!

Her appearance just after changing into a new body and breaking through the roof was almost captured frame by frame!

All of the emotions were hidden here!?

Seeing this, HK416 quickly flipped through it, and after a few flips, she saw her own miserable appearance when Renault carried her back in a basket!

Seeing this, HK416's eyes widened suddenly, and her anger erupted like a volcano!

"MDR!"

Roaring, she grabbed the photo album and rushed out of the door, intending to settle accounts with MDR!

However, she had just rushed out of her own dormitory, her feet still hadn't moved forward, when a hand grabbed her collar from behind, and a terrifyingly fierce gaze fell directly on her.

When she turned her head, she saw G36 standing behind her with a grim face, her hands on her hips, silently pointing at the collapsed wall next to her.

Chapter 121: Almost No Chance

"Don't run! MDR! You have the guts to make an album! Why don't you have the guts to stop now! Stop! Don't run!?"

Listening to the pounding footsteps outside in the corridor, Renault remained indifferent. Chasing MDR on a daily basis was a normal phenomenon, nothing to pay much attention to.

Although compiling all the black history of the household's dolls into an album did indeed provoke anger, Renault reckoned that the dolls wouldn't dismantle her for it. At most, they might extract her core and implant it into a Prowler's body.

Just stuffing her into Dinergates wasn't enough to vent the anger of these dolls. Renault pondered whether to get a vacuum cleaner robot next time.

On the other hand, Angelia wiped off a cold sweat. Were these dolls running back and forth in the hallway not afraid of collapsing the building?

She vaguely recalled that the dolls on Renault's side each weighed at least a few hundred kilograms...

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Hearing the heavy footsteps outside, Angelia glanced worriedly at AK12 and AN94, who were already lying in the training apparatus.

"No need. Let them vent. It's not good to keep anger bottled up inside." The original bodies of their household's dolls were quite sturdy, so roughhousing wouldn't cause any major problems.

As Renault sipped his tea and flipped through the album MDR had left behind, Angelia observed his genuine effort. He hadn't intended to make an album, yet MDR quietly made one.

Flipping through the album, Renault reminisced about his experiences in this world. Overall, his experiences here had been relatively pleasant. There were no life-and-death wars in this world, and he didn't have to participate in campaigns concocted by some system.

Being able to sit down, leisurely drink tea, and relax was something he had longed for in previous worlds but couldn't attain.

"What's the objective of this training course?" Watching AK12 and AN94 sitting in the plane, waiting to parachute, Angelia asked curiously. Shouldn't they receive a mission briefing first, telling them what task they were supposed to carry out?

"To stop a missile launch. It shouldn't be too difficult for them." Since Angelia hadn't requested the highest difficulty this time, Renault adjusted the difficulty of the training course to normal mode.

In this situation, AK12 and AN94, specialized tactical dolls comparable to real special forces, wouldn't face much difficulty.

Indeed, as Renault expected, the seamless cooperation between AK12 and AN94, who could transmit combat data to each other via doll communication protocols, was akin to having eyes in the back of their heads during operations.

Watching AK12 and AN94's flawless coordination and their performance as if they were in their element, Angelia nodded in satisfaction. At least this time, the Statesec had done something worthwhile.

At the end of several different types of training tasks, Angelia nodded in approval at AK12 and AN94, who had disconnected from the data cables.

As long as Renault's combat data was authentic, the combat capabilities of these two dolls could easily constitute a tactical doll team.

"Don't just focus on their combat capabilities; the electronic warfare equipment they carry is also very useful. Although not as specialized as dedicated electronic warfare models, they are more than adequate for most situations." Referring to dedicated electronic warfare models, Renault naturally meant UMP40 and UMP45.

UMP45's electronic warfare equipment, in particular, was even more advanced than what AK12 and AN94 carried. The origin of this technology was unclear, different from Sangvis Ferri's, yet somewhat similar.

Supplemented by their unusually advanced mental cores, it wasn't surprising that they could release viruses among a large group of Griffin dolls in the Sangvis Ferri factory.

"Got it. Anyway, thanks for this time. I'll send you the commission fee once I get back." Having successfully assessed the approximate combat capabilities of the two dolls through the training apparatus, Angelia nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, be careful on your way out. Don't get run over." Renault waved his hand, eager to send her off so he could tinker with his spaceship. Once the hull was fully installed, there were still plenty of odds and ends waiting for him to finish.

"Run over..." Hearing Renault's words, Angelia rolled her eyes.

Couldn't he just say a couple of nice words? What if she really got run over later!?

If a three-hundred-kilogram doll came crashing into her, she wasn't sure if she'd end up with dozens of broken ribs or perish on the spot.

However, as she reached the door of the training room, Angelia turned back and asked Renault, "If AK12 and AN94 were to face off against your dolls, what are the chances of winning?"

"Chances of winning? Ninety-nine point nine percent..." Upon hearing this, Angelia's eyes lit up.

"Can they win?"

Renault glanced at her askance. What kind of daydreaming was she doing?

"They would lose."

Huh... This guy? Can't he save some face? What kind of nonsense is 'ninety-nine point nine percent chance of losing'? Despite the slight heaviness of your tactical dolls, this probability is still absurdly off.

"What about the remaining zero point one percent?"

"Unless you can mobilize an army or drop a nuclear bomb on us from above."

Obviously, both options were nearly impossible. Setting aside whether Angelia could acquire a nuclear bomb, even if she did, the military units wouldn't comply with the Statesec's orders.

Therefore, these two options were practically impossible for Angelia.

The dolls in Renault's household had long bid farewell to normal dolls; their protective capabilities far surpassed what regular light weapons could handle.

To penetrate their bodies, one would need specialized armor-piercing ammunition, such as discarding-sabot rounds or kinetic energy penetrators, and even then, they must hit directly. A grazing shot or a hit on a non-vital area wouldn't be fatal for tactical dolls.

Moreover, the size and attack speed of such ammunition were often not very fast. Tactical dolls weren't tanks; they were smaller and more agile. To hit such targets, even with identical tactical dolls, would require some effort.

And during this time, whether escaping or closing in for an attack, Renault's household dolls had plenty of time. It was enough for them to escape the opponent's firing range or rush in and physically incapacitate the opponent.

Hearing Renault's words, Angelia, with a black face, carefully dodged the dolls chasing her and left by helicopter.

Chapter 122: Unable to Contact

Without any outsiders at home, Renault naturally wouldn't continue idly sitting in the training room. Carrying his coffee, he made his way to the underground dock.

There he found RFB, as expected, immersed in playing games.

"You're always playing games. Don't you know how to help weld the ship hull?"

"Huh? But I need to know how to do it! Who knows how to weld a spaceship hull?" Hearing Renault's voice, RFB glanced up and gave him a disdainful look.

If it were just welding load-bearing columns, it would be simple. Following normal welding procedures would suffice. Even if she didn't know, a quick search online would provide the necessary information.

But welding a spaceship hull?

She had never even heard of an organization in this world that had built a flying spaceship. How could she find information about welding a spaceship hull online?

Shrugging, Renault placed his coat on the table next to the elevator and jumped lightly into the SCV's cockpit.

"MDR is distributing black history albums upstairs. Aren't you going to check it out?"

It couldn't entirely be called a black history album since MDR had also collected many photos of the dolls' daily lives, and RFB was naturally not an exception. It included some photos of her when she first arrived at Renault's side. It seemed there were also photos of the two from the Greyven household.

"Well, I know about that. I've already seen it." Hearing Renault's words, RFB waved her hand dismissively at the album beside her.

RFB was the first to get her hands on the album MDR made. After all, she didn't have much black history herself, so even if she saw the album first, she wouldn't call for MDR's head.

Similarly, there were MP5, NZ75, C96, and others, as they didn't have much black history, unlike those who had experienced unfortunate incidents like Simonov or M1 Garand.

Seeing that RFB seemed uninterested, Renault didn't say anything else. There was work to be done. The engine had already been hoisted into its designated position. After welding the ship hull, there were countless other tasks waiting for him.

Unfortunately, perhaps it was because the heavens didn't want him to work comfortably, just as Renault had welded about ten pieces of ship armor plates, his phone, tucked in his coat pocket, suddenly rang.

"Hey! Commander! Your phone is ringing!"

"Then bring it over to me!" Renault, with both hands on the control lever, snapped impatiently.

He had only welded half of one plate, and letting go to answer the phone would require reworking it. Moreover, letting go might even tear apart other parts connected to the plate. Otherwise, he would have jumped out of the SCV to answer the call.

"Okay, okay, let me finish off these few monsters first!"

Apparently, RFB had the same idea as Renault. The two reluctant individuals listened to the phone ringing for a full two minutes before RFB finally put down her game and picked up Renault's phone.

"Commander, Helian from Griffin is looking for you."

Upon hearing this, Renault sighed. "Tell her I'll call her back in five minutes."

Answering the call right now was out of the question. Who knew if Helian had anyone around her? If they connected, the entire Griffin would know in no time that he was building a spaceship.

"OK." RFB naturally complied, typing a message with her fingers and then sat back at her throne, immersed in her game once again.

Renault couldn't help but wonder where this girl got so many games to play...

Just as Helian, holding her phone, was anxiously pacing in her office, trying to contact Renault using Griffin's communicator, Renault's phone finally rang.

"I was busy just now, what's up?" Hearing the noisy doll voices in the background, Renault frowned.

Helian, who had just connected the communication, hadn't managed to conceal her initial excitement before seeing Renault's puzzled expression.

Could it be? Did she call too much and annoy him? How should she handle this now!? What should she say? What should she say!?

Seeing Helian in the holographic image looking at him dumbfounded, Renault raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on with her.

Had she been injected with a sedative? Why wasn't she moving?

"Hello? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Uh, sorry! I, uh, just zoned out!" Seeing Renault's skeptical expression, Helian struggled to control her expression, her cheeks turning slightly red. She picked up a stack of documents from her desk, seemingly to relieve her nervous tension.

"So, what's the matter? I just sent Angie, that stingy girl, away. If you have something to say, just spit it out, okay?"

He was in a hurry to assemble his spaceship. If he kept procrastinating like this, it would take him several months to finish the ship.

"Well, uh, it's like this, because there was a little problem with Griffin's helicopter, it may not be fixed in a short time. So, can we borrow your helicopter to help us pick up a doll from the war zone?"

"Pick up a doll? Since when did Griffin value dolls so much?" Most dolls went on missions relying on their own legs. Why did they need to borrow a helicopter from him today?

Just to evacuate a doll?

"The doll on this side... well, it's better to let the original employer explain it."

Helian thought for a moment, feeling a headache coming on. She didn't know how to explain this matter, so she pointed to the communicator on her desk.

There was also a holographic image, but Renault had never seen the woman in it.

However, the woman's appearance was quite unique, with a pair of cats on her head. Her hair was messy, like a bird's nest, and her clothes were even more untidy. Combined with the dark circles under her eyes, she seemed on the verge of collapse.

"Who's this sloppy woman?"

After spending so much time in this world, he had never seen a woman who paid so little attention to her appearance. Even the residents of the civilian area looked cleaner and tidier than her.

"Um... although I know you're talking about me, can't you show a little respect for your employer?" Before Helian could speak, the woman in the holographic image cut in.

"She's Pascal from 16lab, in cooperation with Griffin. We want you to help us pick her doll up. She's a doll hired by 16lab."

"Hired?"

Hearing these words, Renault shrugged noncommittally. "Fine, where is she? If it's too far, I won't go." It was just picking up a person, a matter of a few hours back and forth, which wouldn't have much impact on his current work.

"She's in the S09 area where Gentiane is located, but because the doll has to evade the pursuit of Sangvis Ferri, we can't contact her for the time being."

"Huh?"

Chapter 123: Where to Go for Vacation?

"Can't reach her? Or is she in that guy Gentiane's S09 area? I remember that place..." Renault suddenly recalled. Wasn't that where Scarecrow was? And 16lab, Pascal? Could the person they needed to pick up be M4A1?

Normally, Renault didn't dwell on these matters much, but now, it seemed like the current situation was somewhat similar to the beginning of a plot in a game.

However, he couldn't quite recall the specifics. Just having a vague impression was considered good enough. If it weren't for hearing the name Pascal, which sounded exactly like a pressure unit, he might not have remembered it at all.

"Wait, if we can't contact her, then picking her up becomes a search and rescue mission. Helian, are you trying to haggle?"

"No, of course not. Based on the evacuation route of the mission, she is currently within the S09 jurisdiction. If nothing goes wrong, she should be easy to find."

"Evacuation route? Can that even be fixed?" Judging positions based on evacuation routes was absurd. It would be one thing if there were no pursuers, but if there were enemies chasing behind, following the evacuation route would be questionable.

"We'll have Gentiane assist in the search on her end as well. The data on that doll is crucial, so..."

"Sorry, but if it's a search and rescue mission, who knows how long it will take? I don't want to take on a time-consuming task like that."

Well, he just didn't feel like it. Plain and simple...

They would need to pay more.

"Alright, let the commander in charge of the S09 jurisdiction handle the search for now. Since they're already within the jurisdiction, it wouldn't be a problem for the members of AR Team to take Griffin's helicopter back after they arrive at the commander's base."

Before Helian could speak, Pascal took over the conversation and even hung up as soon as she finished speaking.

Seeing the holographic image disappear from her desk, Helian was stunned...

This person? Why was she so clueless?

"Um, sorry, Renault, it seems like this commission is off." After being dazed for a while, Helian awkwardly said to Renault.

"No problem, I'm quite busy with work lately. Just let me know when there's another commission." Renault waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Alright, I'll contact you in a few days." Helian sighed and hung up the phone somewhat reluctantly.

Putting away his phone, Renault scratched his chin. Although he had thought about going to see them, after all, AR Team was well-known, and it wouldn't hurt to meet them if he had the chance.

Unfortunately, it seemed like there wouldn't be that opportunity now. Compared to running over to see a few dolls he didn't know, Renault would prefer to tinker with his spaceship at home.

And most likely, nothing would happen to the members of AR Team. If there were any issues, it would probably be that Agent, who seemed to have been quite badly beaten by AR Team. After all, as famous antagonists in the game, the elite dolls from Sangvis Ferri had been pounded one by one by AR Team and Griffin.

"Got another commission?" Seeing Renault coming down from the elevator, RFB looked up and asked.

"No, they didn't fancy us." Renault said, jumping back into the SCV, intending to continue his work.

"Oh? Someone didn't fancy Commander?" RFB was surprised. It was the first time she had heard Renault say someone didn't fancy them. Who was this person? So arrogant? Even Commander Renault didn't catch their eye?

"Yeah, some sloppy woman." That Pascal guy probably thought there was nothing remarkable about them. After all, except for Griffin, every other security contractor was pretty much the same, with combat capabilities far from impressive.

"Sloppy?" Hearing this word, RFB curiously tilted her head, but seeing Renault didn't continue, she dropped it. After all, she didn't have the inclination to delve into such matters.

"Yeah, she looked like she just rolled out of bed, probably from some lab."

"Alright, Commander, are we going to move everyone onto the ship in the future?" Looking at the huge spaceship hull in front of her, RFB voiced the question she had been pondering.

"More or less. We probably won't move until this place is damaged. And now, with only half, or even a quarter of the spaceship's construction completed, it will be a long time before we all move aboard."

"Why the sudden interest in the spaceship today?"

"I was just thinking, if we all move aboard in the future, can we go wherever we want? Like to the beach or something?" RFB asked, immediately picturing the sunny beaches from the game.

Even though the world was on the brink of madness due to the irregular flow of collapsing particles, there were still many places that remained clean and pristine.

Places like the beaches RFB mentioned were still open to the public, and there were countless islands with good environments.

Once Renault finished building his spaceship, they could go wherever they wanted, right?

She had already planned it out: first, deserted beaches, then hot springs, and finally, some famous tourist destinations!

"Hmm? Why so interested in the spaceship all of a sudden today? Want to lend a hand?" Hearing RFB's words, Renault was a bit puzzled. After all, RFB usually kept her head down, playing games quietly. Why was she suddenly interested in his affairs today?

"Well, considering we see such beautiful scenery in the game every day, I occasionally want to see what those real scenes are like." RFB said, looking at the screen of her gaming machine.

Upon hearing RFB's words, Renault thought of the weather around their factory area. It was never sunny since they arrived here, with collapse particle clouds rolling in the sky almost all the time.

Indeed, even if they were dolls, living in such a depressing environment for a long time would cause problems.

He just didn't expect RFB, who wasn't very enthusiastic about the outside world, to suddenly want to go see those beautiful places.

"Alright, you go check the places. After our spaceship is completed, we'll go on vacation directly."

Saying this, Renault was about to resume welding work when his phone rang again.

However, this time, the phone didn't ring incessantly; instead, it rang a few times before quieting down.

Has Helian become smart? Or did she recognize someone?

Unlikely. After all, Pascal had just declined the offer. There was no reason for Helian to call back so soon.

With some doubt, Renault took out his phone and saw clearly on the caller ID who was calling this time.

Chapter 124: Even a Scratch Must Be Cleaned Thoroughly!

"Changed your mind, have you? Calling me means you're determined to switch jobs?"

This time, Renault didn't hesitate. He answered the call promptly and casually placed his phone on the control console of the SCV. As he spoke, he continued welding the hull of the ship.

The caller was none other than Scarecrow, with whom Renault had recently been in contact.

However, the guy looked somewhat disheveled this time. His sleek and minimalist suit appeared dirty, and one of his ponytails had been partially burnt off.

The mask he usually wore had gained an extra crack, and Renault even spotted a bullet hole on his shoulder.

Clearly, the Scarecrow's reconnaissance behind enemy lines wasn't going smoothly.

"Is this mess your doing?! Those cell phones in the doll's hands! They must be the ones you sent out, right?!"

Seeing Renault's face and hearing his words, the Scarecrow's previously serious expression couldn't hold up, and she started roaring in anger!

Thanks to those phones, the equipment she brought to disrupt doll communication had turned into scrap metal! It wasn't that they couldn't be used anymore, but rather, those devices were useless against the phones Renault had distributed!

Blocking doll communication? They could just as easily make a call to their commander's phone and even use the phone as a communicator by attaching it to their headphones, enabling not only calls but also real-time transmission of the battlefield.

Her arrangements against dolls were cracked by the commander not long after she made them. Her experiences over the past few days could be described as being relentlessly pursued by that commander from who knows where!

"Hey hey hey, how can you blame me for this? Clearly, it's your own boss who sent you to such a dangerous place for a mission. What does that have to do with me?"

Renault continued his work, watching the disheveled Scarecrow with a smirk.

After all, every time he saw Scarecrow before, the guy was always neat and composed, with proper movements. It was extremely rare to see her roaring in anger like today.

"Laugh! How dare you laugh! I'll..."

Boom!

While the Scarecrow was speaking, there was a sudden ear-piercing explosion on her end, sounding like the blast of a grenade.

Clearly, the Sangvis Ferri dolls didn't carry any explosive weapons, so the noise was likely caused by Griffin's dolls. Perhaps it was even a grenade thrown by 45.

The Scarecrow's complexion darkened as the explosion interrupted her speech.

"Renault, you've repaired Destroyer, Maria... So..."

"Spit it out. No need to beat around the bush with me."

Hesitating for a moment at Renault's words, Scarecrow finally spoke up after another explosion not far away.

"If I'm destroyed this time, will I really be resurrected?"

As she said this, the Scarecrow's expression fluctuated, her brows occasionally furrowing.

Clearly, asking this question took considerable effort on her part. Otherwise, the lower-level protocol of Sangvis Ferri wouldn't have allowed her to say it.

If all Sangvis Ferri dolls knew they wouldn't have a chance to open their eyes again after death, the whole Sangvis Ferri would probably descend into chaos.

Griffin's situation was likely similar.

"What you uploaded to the Sangvis server is just data. Data doesn't have self-awareness. Simply put, you'll die, and die completely."

Hearing Renault's blunt words, the Scarecrow's pupils contracted, and she stood there like she had crashed.

After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes with a furrowed brow. "Griffin's doll squad will break through my defenses in two hours. If I'm captured, according to Sangvis's operational rules, I'll activate the self-destruct sequence."

In other words, he was urging Renault to act faster.

"Got it, just wait. Don't get taken out by Griffin. Escaping should be easy for you, right?"

Hearing Renault's words, the Scarecrow glared angrily at Renault, then hung up the phone.

"RFB, listen up, stop playing games. Go call Simonov and have her prepare the helicopter, the new one. The old ones are too slow."

"Um, got it." RFB replied somewhat helplessly. If she had known, she wouldn't have lazed here today. But besides this place, there didn't seem to be anywhere else she could slack off.

Her hideout at the vertical farm had already been discovered by G36. If she continued staying there, she'd just be dragged out to work by G36, with no other outcome. And if G36 personally caught her, she definitely wouldn't have it easy.

Getting up somewhat reluctantly, RFB quickly took the elevator to find Simonov.

Meanwhile, after finishing welding the armor plate in his hands, Renault jumped out of the SCV and, wearing his coat, checked his equipment. He then headed outside the hangar.

At this point, Simonov had already brought A-91 and AK47, and together they had wheeled out the tiltrotor aircraft they had recently extorted from the military.

"Are you two also coming?"

Seeing A-91 and AK47, Renault raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't planned on bringing anyone else this time.

Snatching food from Griffin's mouth was already risky enough, and having more people would only complicate matters.

"Yes, yes! Going on a mission! Of course, we want to be proactive!" AK47 nodded eagerly upon hearing Renault's question.

"Forget it, I don't even know you two. Have you finished cleaning up at the vertical farm?" Renault gave these two a disdainful look, directly exposing their disguise.

"Um..." Hearing Renault's words, the two immediately hung their heads like defeated roosters. "Well, Commander, those fungus mats are really hard to deal with. They're stuck to the ground and can't be scraped off with a shovel."

A-91 said awkwardly. Although all the wheat in the vertical farm had been cleaned up, the excess wheat seedlings on the ground had been pulled out by Renault and her team.

However, those fungus mats attached to the floor were so stubborn that they couldn't be cleaned up even with a shovel. Sometimes, they even had to use a knife to scrape them off bit by bit...

"Where did you come up with so many excuses? Clean up your own mess, quickly! Go back and collect all those fungus mats. Otherwise, watch out for them turning into home carpets." Hearing Renault's words, Simonov, who was about to enter the cockpit, immediately turned around, pointing a finger at A-91 and AK47. Clearly, she was delighted to escape that laborious task.

"You don't need to be smug. It won't take long this time. After you come back, you'll continue working. Don't even think about drinking unless you clean up properly!" Renault knew exactly what expression Simonov had behind him. His words were like a knife, stabbing right at Simonov's heart.

Chapter 125: Nowhere to Escape

"Why do I have to clean up this mess with you when I didn't even participate in it?"

AK47 frowned, lying on the ground and using a small shovel to painstakingly scrape the stubborn fungus mats off the ground and throw them into the cultivation tank.

"Ahem! Don't say that. We're a team, after all. We should share both blessings and hardships," A-91 interjected with a smirk, holding a large shovel and scraping the large pieces of fungus mats off the ground.

"Yeah, we should share blessings. So, can I borrow some of your booze?" AK47 glanced resentfully at the wine flask hanging from A-91's waist.

Why were she and Simonov prohibited from drinking, yet this guy could drink endlessly? It was biased! It was discrimination! It wasn't fair!

"Cough, cough, this is essential. The commander specially approved it!"

Seeing AK47's longing gaze, A-91 hurriedly protected her wine flask, lest she come over and snatch it.

Hearing this, AK47 rolled her eyes in silence, thinking maybe she should create a persona for herself where she'd go crazy without alcohol. That way, she could drink every day like A-91.

As the two tactical dolls struggled to clean up the fungus mats, Simonov, sitting in the driver's seat, wore a troubled expression.

She had thought she could seize this opportunity to escape her predicament, only to find herself working overtime for free.

"Commander, where are we going this time? Didn't we just visit Gentiane recently?" Simonov asked curiously, observing the speedometer, which had already hit its limit.

"We're going to pick up a poor soul. They're running out without even eating. When we bring that person back, they'll learn what it means to work 996," Renault replied.

Compared to the tactical dolls at their base, Scarecrow's neural cloud was evidently more mature. Before Sangvis's mainframe took over, Scarecrow had handled numerous external tasks. Dealing with certain normal matters would definitely be easier for Scarecrow than for those childish tactical dolls back home.

Moreover, helping manage the considerable number of Rippers was convenient. Maria was too playful normally, always hanging out with G11.

Dragging her out to work felt somewhat unbearable for Renault.

"996? What's that?"

"Starting work at 9 a.m., finishing at 9 p.m., and working six days a week."

Hearing Renault's explanation, Simonov shuddered but quickly realized, "That sounds alright. At least it's much better than the treatment of autonomous dolls. Unless they're broken, they won't stop working."

Listening to Simonov, Renault rolled his eyes. He had forgotten how exhausted those autonomous dolls were, working tirelessly under the 007 work system.

For them, working 24/7 was just normal.

Compared to that, 996 actually seemed like a blessing for tactical dolls.

"Alright? Will you follow that from now on?" Renault glanced at Simonov, his eyes flashing with mischief.

"No, no, absolutely not! I'm perfectly satisfied with my current work hours!"

Are you kidding? What other company could compare to Renault's?

She can decide her daily work hours, and apart from fixed meal times, the rest of her time was completely flexible. There was no more whimsical boss than Renault!

If it switched to fixed working hours every day, she would absolutely refuse!

"Then focus a bit more, alright?"

"Oh, okay!"

The location of Renault's factory was at least a thousand kilometers away from Gentiane's S09 district, where Scarecrow was in charge. Even with this new military helicopter, it would take over an hour to get there.

During Renault's call with Scarecrow, he had already heard the sound of grenades exploding. Clearly, either Gentiane or another Griffin commander's tactical dolls were closing in on Scarecrow.

Although Scarecrow had said it would take two hours for Griffin to break through his defenses, who knew if that was true? Variables on the battlefield, especially in small-scale battles, were countless.

Just a puddle underfoot could cost someone their life.

As for why Renault didn't directly call Gentiane to spare Scarecrow? He wasn't part of the high echelons of Griffin.

At most, he only knew Helian and had collaborated with Griffin once or twice. His influence among Griffin's top brass wasn't that strong. If Gentiane didn't help, that would be fine, but if she did, it might harm her.

Losing a job was one thing, but being taken away by the Statesec or the military for some reason would be a bigger problem.

...

"Commander! It's another fake this time!" Seeing her bullets pass through the Scarecrow's body without causing any harm, Bobo immediately shouted into the communicator.

"Tsk! Are all of Sangvis's elite tactical dolls this troublesome?"

Hearing Poposha's voice, Gentiane in the command room couldn't help but frown.

This was already the fourth Sangvis stronghold they had breached. Although the SF units put up fierce resistance during the attacks, each time they broke through, it turned out they had only hit the illusion of that Scarecrow.

The first time caught them off guard, but it evidently didn't affect their operational capability.

The anti-gravity technology and communication interference technology on the enemy were really annoying!

They couldn't find the enemy's whereabouts with drones, nor could they track their movements by footprints. And the realistic illusions...

If Gentiane hadn't arranged for doll reconnaissance of the terrain in advance, they might have been at a loss now.

"Continue. That guy can't run far. All the exits in this area are under our surveillance. She can't escape."

Although they encountered quite a few Sangvis units, they were clearly not endless. The blockades in the other two districts hadn't been breached, and these Sangvis units were just small groups sneaking in.

Their numbers were limited!

Moreover, soon, tactical dolls from nearby districts would also be dispatched to assist in the capture. The location of that Sangvis unit was approaching the border of her district.

This guy's luck wasn't very good. If she continued to stay in the S09 district, she would probably have to put in some effort. But this guy just happened to run to the vicinity of other districts...

Oh well, as long as they caught her, it was fine. It was just a little disappointing not to be able to complete the mission alone.

Looking at the map in the command room, Gentiane sighed helplessly.