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RC 351-375

Chapter 151, Of Course It's Me, Renault

"That's... an aerial gunship?"

Looking up at the aircraft in the sky, which at first glance appeared square-headed and square-brained, Gentiane couldn't help but furrow her brows tightly.

"It looks... like it, right? After all, it seems like there are two... tank cannons hanging on it?" Kalina echoed from the side, her body, like Gentiane's, hiding behind cover to avoid being spotted.

Although they said so, they were not sure what the other party's background was and what their intentions were. They just wished that Griffin had equipped them with anti-aircraft weapons or something similar.

Otherwise, if this guy suddenly appeared above the base without a sound, she would definitely shoot it down immediately!

And the aircraft resembling an aerial gunship above looked really bizarre. There wasn't any paint on the fuselage, and yet the turrets on the body were all painted gray-green.

Most importantly... those two largest turrets, why did they look like tank turrets?

"Commander? What should we do? Should we attack now?"

Near Gentiane's hiding spot, the tactical dolls who stayed at home without going out for search and rescue were all in position, and MG3, with a frown on her face, asked.

Although she frowned, it was obvious that this guy was eager to try. It seemed like she wanted to see if her etching weapon could penetrate the armor of this aircraft. Gentiane had just replaced all her ammunition with new armor-piercing rounds, and she was itching for a good target to try her hand!

"Wait, don't rush. That thing doesn't look like a legitimate factory product... There might even be people we know inside..."

Looking at the bizarre aircraft above, Gentiane inexplicably thought of that guy, Renault.

He was clearly an obscure security contractor, but he had several helicopters at his disposal, and he could even drive around in Sangvis Ferri's trains.

"Kalina, try to contact them on the public frequency..."

"Commander! Watch out!"

Just as Gentiane was speaking, MG3 beside her saw the hatch of the aircraft suddenly open, and a figure dropped straight towards where Gentiane was!

Bang!

Before MG3 could finish speaking, the figure had already crashed heavily in front of Gentiane.

Gentiane, who had not reacted at all, was directly startled by this sudden attack, but she immediately saw who the figure that fell in front of her was...

With such a rough landing, coupled with the abnormal aircraft, who else but Renault could it be?

"Mr. Renault, if you have to show up next time, could you please do it in a more normal way?" Wiping off the mud splattered on her face, Gentiane looked at Renault, who was still wearing that coat, speechlessly.

"Huh? Renault? Didn't you just snatch the neural core of the Sangvis Ferri Scarecrow from the agent Helian, and now you're here? Aren't you afraid that Griffin will send someone to arrest you!?"

Seeing Renault standing in front of Gentiane, Kalina was also taken aback.

While talking to Renault, her hands were already clenched. She was closest to Gentiane right now. In case Renault had any evil intentions, she would at least buy some time for the doll on her side.

"Arrest me? That remains to be seen. I forgot to install communication equipment on my side this time. I came over to ask you about this place. Do you recognize it?" Raising an eyebrow, Renault said indifferently, taking out his phone and placing a picture taken by a surveillance device in front of Gentiane.

Although MDR had tracked the security contractor who had been sent over to make trouble for him, and even provided the location of the arms dealer to those security contractors, it was all in the city.

He couldn't make too much trouble in the city. After all, it was a white zone, and the security forces there were not in the same league as those in the green area and the original green areas he had visited before.

In some places in the white zone, they were directly under the protection of the military. If he acted there, unlike the previous few cities, where only the local guard personnel and some statesec personnel might come over in a short time, fully armed military personnel would appear in front of him in less than two minutes.

The entire area would also be sealed off, and the weapons on the city's quarantine wall would not be treated as decorations like in those cities.

Asking for directions?

Hearing Renault's words, and looking at the phone handed to her, Gentiane was a little speechless. Just asking for directions, did this guy really need to come over in person?

Taking Renault's phone, she looked at the pictures taken by the surveillance cameras. It seemed that these monitors were on the verge of failure. Some of the pictures even began to crack or mist, apparently, the condition of these monitoring devices was not good.

Originally, Renault wanted MDR to directly find the specific location of the industry under the control of that merchant. However, many of the industries in his hands were in the white area.

What he could reach was only a few factories near the northwest approaching the polluted area.

And the specific locations of these factories could not be confirmed accurately by MDR, after all, many devices in that area had already aged. It was lucky to find a few working cameras.

These factories were not small. Before Sangvis Ferri started making trouble, those factories were still operating normally, producing various types of light industrial products such as daily necessities.

It had to be said that after the war, the most profitable and stable things were always those needed in people's daily lives.

Although he didn't know why that guy instructed security contractors to come over to attack him, it seemed that he didn't have any conflicts of interest with the other party.

But this didn't affect him from going to the other party to collect some interest. The dormitory building was destroyed, and many daily necessities were scrapped during the transfer of materials. The other party's factories manufactured these things, so he might as well go and see the situation.

If there were goods...

"This place? Uh, I seem to have seen it before. It should be within our jurisdiction, right?" Looking at the pictures on the phone, Gentiane furrowed her brows. She always felt familiar with the locations in these pictures. Anyway, she had definitely seen them before, probably during one of the doll patrols.

As she spoke, Gentiane showed the pictures on her phone to the several doll dolls behind her.

"Uh, this place... I remember we patrolled here a couple of days ago, right? It seems that there are some human PMC guarding the factory over there..." Hearing MG3's words, Gentiane suddenly realized and patted her forehead.

No wonder she felt familiar. Didn't they just send that guy away a few days ago? Unexpectedly, Renault came to the factory guarded by those bastards!

Chapter 152: Asking for Directions

Human PMC?

"Isn't this Griffin's contracted jurisdiction? Why are there human PMCs?"

This surprised Reno a bit. After all, they had already hired security contractors. With Griffin being such a behemoth, shouldn't they just directly handle the security maintenance of such a large area?

How could there still be other security contractors existing in the area under Griffin's responsibility?

"Well... there's nothing that can't be said. It's like this." Gentiane hesitated for a moment before speaking, but then she remembered the despicable face of that employer and those human PMCs.

Not only did they cancel the agreement at the last minute, but they even let a group of peers enter her jurisdiction. It felt like a thorn stuck in her throat!

Most importantly... those guys had pretty decent equipment, enough to make her envious...

"One of the employers in our jurisdiction strongly demanded that we allocate manpower to protect his factory. However, that area is very close to Sangvis Ferri's control zone, and SF Dolls often enter that direction as individuals. But those Sangvis Ferri guys aren't really interested in factories without any human activity."

"If our tactical dolls didn't go, it would be fine. Once they went to that area, it's very likely that they would directly clash with Sangvis Ferri's Dolls in that area. So, in order to..."

"In order to avoid damaging those factories during the fight, you didn't deploy manpower there?"

Well, Sangvis Ferri wouldn't be interested in those light industrial factories and equipment that were useless to them anyway. It wasn't a problem to temporarily let go and accumulate strength.

"Exactly, because even if no one defends there, the factories won't be damaged."

So, it was best to lure all those Sangvis Ferri infiltrators into safe positions within S09's jurisdiction and eliminate them, ensuring the overall security of S09's jurisdiction. Searching for the missing tactical doll was her top priority now.

Although Persica had been causing her trouble frequently these days, compared to these human PMCs, Persica was like a lamb facing a wolf.

At least Persica wouldn't flaunt military-grade mechs in front of her tactical dolls.

"Alright, I understand the situation, thanks... Oh, by the way, did you two eat all the ingredients I sent last time?"

Hearing this, Reno nodded. He just needed to know the location, but just as he was about to thank them and leave, Reno suddenly remembered these two guys in front of him, who had also eaten those mutant vegetables sent by his household.

"Hmm? We did eat them. Is there a problem?" Gentiane raised an eyebrow, wondering why Reno was asking this. Did he want to sell them some of his household's produce again? Well, the taste was indeed good.

"Hey, hey, don't tell me you want to charge us now? You clearly said those were free!" Kalina jumped out, thinking Reno was asking to charge them for something.

"I wouldn't go back on my word for such a trivial matter. But seeing you so spirited, there shouldn't be any problem. You can ask MDR or others for specific information later. Thanks for this time."

With that, Reno took back his phone, waved to the flying craft in the sky, then grabbed the rope thrown down by his own tactical doll and effortlessly climbed up.

Watching the flying craft gradually fly away, Kalina scratched her head in confusion. "What did he mean by that? Could it be that all the ingredients he sent over last time were problematic? But he himself ate them that day, didn't he?"

When Reno brought them things, Kalina watched him eat half a watermelon with her own eyes, and he seemed perfectly fine.

"Tsk, don't think like that. Reno is special. He doesn't even wear protective suits in heavily polluted areas, let alone now. He's still alive and kicking. There's no comparison between him and us, for sure."

After Kalina's words, Gentiane also began to worry. Just because Reno was fine after eating didn't mean they would be!

"He doesn't wear protective suits in heavily polluted areas? Is he still considered human?" Hearing Gentiame say this, Kalina's first reaction was that Gentiane was joking. But seeing Gentiane's serious expression, she knew she wasn't joking. So what Gentiane said was probably true!

"I don't know either, but no matter how you look at it... Let's go back first. We need to arrange for our tactical dolls to patrol."

They couldn't let their tactical dolls idle. Otherwise, when Persica came knocking again later, she wouldn't have any excuse to fend her off.

...

"The location should be fine, but speaking of which, Commander, what exactly are we doing this time? We can't just be here to test the capabilities of this aircraft, can we? And how should we refer to this thing now? Helicopter? Aircraft? Or should we give her a name?"

MDR said as she raised her hand and patted the seat. All these seats were removed from the previous tiltrotor aircraft. Since they were brought over from the military, the quality of the seats was quite good.

"Haven't you heard what Gentiane said? That employer has now hired a group of human PMCs to guard his factory nearby. The number of those PMCs who attacked us last time is very different from the information they posted online."

There were too few of them.

Although that PMC wasn't as famous as Griffin, they weren't weak either. Just by looking at their performance in battle, it was clear that most of them had experienced war.

Such a group of people gathered together, their experiences and origins were very similar to those of Griffin at the beginning. The only difference was probably that Griffin's sponsor was much more generous than the businessman behind them.

"Are all the remaining operatives of that PMC company here in S09's jurisdiction?"

"Where else could they be? They can't just sit and eat in their own base, can they?"

While Reno and MDR were talking, Simonov had already flown the aircraft to the location given by Gentiane.

From Gentiane's base to the airspace above this factory area, it only took a few minutes. The speed of this aircraft definitely exceeded that of the original tiltrotor aircraft.

And just as Simonov was piloting the aircraft closer to the target location, two piercing whistles suddenly sounded from below in the factory area!

"Be careful! Anti-aircraft missiles!"

Simonov shouted loudly, reminding the tactical dolls inside the cabin not to fall over in the upcoming shock.

Chapter 153: Scratching an Itch?

"Decoy missiles! Decoy missiles! Where are the decoy missiles!?" Simonov fumbled around, searching for the switch to launch decoy missiles in front of her.

Unfortunately, Reno hadn't installed such a thing on this aircraft.

One reason was his confidence in the armor of this aircraft, and the other reason was... he forgot...

After all, all the anti-aircraft cannons used on the city's quarantine walls were upgraded. After passing through several cities, he hadn't seen any anti-aircraft missiles installed on the isolation walls of that city.

It had been a long time since he last saw them, and for a moment, he didn't remember to guard against them.

Boom!

Before Simonov could find the switch, a missile whizzed towards the aircraft and exploded on one side of it!

Hearing the sudden explosion, everyone in the cabin instinctively recoiled.

Clang clang clang clang!

After feeling the aircraft shake, a series of metal impacts rang directly in everyone's ears, sounding like something was hitting the armor of the aircraft.

However... the effect of the anti-aircraft missile explosion seemed to only cause a slight vibration in the aircraft... Huh?

"Is that it? Is that all? Simonov, did you mistake fireworks for anti-aircraft missiles?" MDR, grabbing the armrest of her seat, looked around in surprise, with the same expression of astonishment on the faces of the others nearby.

After all, these anti-aircraft missiles... their power was a bit disappointing.

"It's probably just a small anti-aircraft missile. Find out where it came from, and once we locate it, shoot it down quickly. Luckily, this aircraft hasn't been painted yet, but after this, we'll probably have to repaint it."

The machine guns mounted on the fuselage weren't just for show, they were meant to take out those guys with anti-aircraft weapons in situations like this.

"Um, the aircraft has no damage, but Commander, the anti-aircraft missile was fired from the top of the factory indicated by Commander Gentiane. Should we return fire directly?" MP5, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, looked up at the status information of the aircraft.

After seeing that the self-check of the aircraft showed 100% intact, she scratched her head awkwardly. Just a moment ago, she thought they were going to be shot down.

"Yes, fire. There's nothing to worry about."

Even if they completely destroyed it, it would only be the fault of those guys having bad luck.

Those guys who had come to his factory area driving tanks and wielding anti-material sniper rifles, now it was just tit for tat.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

As soon as Reno said this, C96 jumped into the gunner's position, skillfully opened the sighting system, and in just a few seconds, aimed the two guns under the aircraft at the roof of the factory building!

Meanwhile, MG3 sat next to C96, controlling the two 125mm smoothbore guns under the fuselage.

"Load high-explosive shells! Fire!"

Before C96 could fire, MG3, even more proficiently, changed the ammunition type, then stepped on the pedal!

Bang!

Although it had been soundproofed, everyone immediately heard a muffled sound under their feet!

At the same time, the roof of the factory building, which had been targeted by C96, was directly blown up in the explosion!

"Ah! Hey! MG3! You can't do this! That was clearly my target... And why do you have a firing pedal over there? I want to use it too!" Looking at the control lever in her hand, C96 looked enviously at the firing pedal under MG3's foot.

"Hehe! I deliberately requested it when I helped the Commander before!"

Nowadays, tank firing mechanisms no longer used those old-fashioned foot pedals, but since MG3 strongly requested one, Reno naturally didn't refuse.

Of course, even with an extra pedal, there were still normal control buttons, the only difference being that the feedback from stepping on the pedal was stronger, probably similar to MDR's preference for using button phones.

Seeing MG3 flip the factory roof with one shot, Simonov breathed a sigh of relief.

She clearly saw the guys holding single-man portable anti-aircraft missiles on the roof of the factory being blown to pieces.

But just to be safe, it was better to circle around the factory area to see if there were any enemies hiding.

These guys they encountered this time were incomparable to the mercenaries they had encountered before. They could even bring out anti-aircraft missiles, showing that their equipment was quite good.

It seemed that Gentiane had also been beaten by these human PMC guys before, so there might be something hidden below.

...

"Wow! Not at all sluggish, they just fired directly and blew up the factory building. Luckily, the employer in this factory area has unilaterally terminated the contract with our Griffin, otherwise we would have to pay several years' worth of salary!"

Standing in the distance, MG3... of course, not Reno's MG3, but Gentiane's MG3, stood next to another MP5.

It was quite a coincidence that Reno had an MG3 and an MP5, while Gentiane had an MG3 and an MP5. Although the tactical dolls weren't exactly the same, they were very similar, especially in their clothes.

Although Reno's MG3 had bought a lot of clothes, she still preferred to wear her original outfit.

"Um, MG3, maybe we shouldn't get too close over there. It looks like it's very intense fighting, and if any stray bullets fly over here, we'll be in trouble..."

MP5 looked around anxiously at the anti-aircraft missile fragments that had just fallen at her feet. The anti-aircraft missile explosion didn't bring down Reno's aircraft, but it did scare her enough.

The metal warhead that exploded from the anti-aircraft missile almost landed on their heads.

They were just out patrolling, there was no need to get involved in Reno's battle over there, right? Just as they started firing, with missiles and cannons, their small frames... They would probably be torn to pieces in minutes...

"Hey, what's the big deal? We're just out patrolling. Didn't the Commander say there might be Sangvis Ferri reconnaissance units in this area? With such a big commotion here, those Sangvis Ferri guys will probably be lured out soon!"

MG3 obviously wasn't worried about their safety.

After all, during this period, all the Sangvis Ferri units they encountered were those dumb and silly ordinary Sangvis Ferri autonomous units.

With their strength, they could easily clean up all those Sangvis Ferri units!

"But... wait! Wait a minute! There's a high-intensity Sangvis Ferri unit signal approaching us rapidly!?"

"What!? Where is it coming from!? Quickly pinpoint it!" MG3 was also taken aback. If it was an elite Sangvis Ferri tactical, then it would be beyond their capabilities to handle.

"No need to pinpoint it, I'm right here."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from above them, and an Sangvis Ferri tactical holding a giant sword stood on top of the building next to them, looking down at them from above.

"Hey there, Griffin bugs."

Chapter 154: Take It One Step at a Time

"It seems like they've all gone into hiding, Commander. What should we do? Land directly? Or wait a bit longer?" Controlling the aircraft as it circled the factory area, Simonov didn't spot a single human PMC revealing themselves.

These guys, are they worthy of having been on the battlefield before, knowing perfectly well how to conceal themselves.

Simonov, MG3, and the others couldn't see a single living person.

As for whether they were all blown to bits by the explosion just now? It's unlikely.

Simonov saw it with her own eyes. There were only two people on the roof, one of whom was blown to pieces on the spot, and the other was thrown directly into the air, flying about seven or eight meters from the twenty-meter-high roof of the factory before crashing down.

That guy was now lying motionless on the ground next to the factory, obviously dead.

Hearing Simonov's words, Reno raised an eyebrow.

This was somewhat unexpected for him because in his perception, there were at least thirty people in the factory area below, including two large-sized mechs and four things that looked like enlarged patrol robots.

These guys, using the objects in these factories, concealed themselves quite well. It was impossible to see their exact positions visually, unless Simonov's eyes could see through.

"You wait up there. MP5 and MG3, come down with me. C96 and MDR, keep an eye on the ground. If there's any movement, fire immediately, and remember to switch to armor-piercing rounds. There are some big guys in the factory below."

With that, Reno took the opportunity of Simonov lowering the altitude and jumped down first, followed closely by MP5 and MG3.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three consecutive landing sounds, Reno led MP5 and MG3 straight towards the factory building that had just been blown up.

There were still a few people hiding inside, and they were the closest ones. When doing things, it's important to take it one step at a time and deal with them one by one.

...

"It's another Sangvis Doll we haven't seen before... But what exactly is this guy here for? He just asked about M4A1 and then left. Since when did Sangvis Dolls become so easy to talk to?"

Watching the Sangvis elite Doll disappear from their sight, MG3 under Gentiane couldn't help but wonder.

When they surrounded the scarecrow before, that guy didn't hesitate to attack directly. Who knew that this time this Sangvis Doll, who looked fierce, would just say a few words and leave.

"This... Could it be that the Commander previously ordered to search for that M4A1 nearby? If this Sangvis Doll came looking, maybe they really did pick up some traces of M4A1."

MP5 didn't forget that before the Scarecrow was taken away by Reno, that guy had already sent the analyzed intelligence to her comrades.

Perhaps, the guy they just saw was also involved.

"Should we search this area again? The Commander didn't let us get close to this area earlier to avoid those human PMC. But... this place does look like it could hide a lot of things... But, Commander Reno and the others will definitely engage those human PMC over there, right?"

Thinking about how Reno and the others' aircraft was still hovering in that area, MP5 didn't want to go there and cause trouble.

But orders were orders. The mission to search for M4A1's whereabouts was personally issued by Gentiane. There was no reason for them to stop just because Reno's side was in the heat of battle, right?

At most... they could just be a bit more cautious.

Right now, the only explosions were coming from the factory area, and the other areas were very quiet. As long as they didn't encounter that Sangvis Ferri elite Doll again, they should be fine conducting the search cautiously, right?

As they moved away, the Sangvis elite Doll holding a giant sword looked strangely at the aircraft hovering in the sky.

"What's that thing?"

It didn't look like a military aircraft, and Sangvis Industries had never built such oddly-shaped flying vehicles.

Most importantly... those two turrets hanging beneath the fuselage of the aircraft, were they removed from a tank?

Who did the modification? Whoever it was, they were a damn genius!

A person with a slightly normal thought process wouldn't think to use tank turrets hanging upside down, right?

"And what are those guys doing? They don't seem like Griffin's bugs at all. Griffin doesn't have this kind of weird equipment."

With a skeptical raise of the eyebrow, the Sangvis elite Doll muttered to herself as she walked towards the direction of the battle.

The SF autonomous units behind her had just caught up and hadn't even stopped yet.

And upon seeing her running ahead, they had to quicken their pace to catch up.

As they got closer and closer to the factory area, the roar of gunfire became more and more pronounced.

The sound of machine gun fire hardly ceased, and a continuous rain of bullets fell from the sky onto the unidentified enemies below.

"Hey, hey! C96! Save some ammo! These shells are limited! It's not like the infinite ammo machine guns in games! Be careful, or the Commander will deduct your pocket money!"

Sitting on the aircraft, MDR, who was originally in the MG3 gunner's position, watched C96 beside her clinging to the trigger and hurriedly reminded her.

"Then..." Upon hearing MDR's words, C96 immediately came to her senses, but her eyes were fixed on the gun sight device occupied by MDR.

Seeing C96's little eyes, MDR guessed what this girl was thinking, and directly drew a cross in front of her, "No! Without the Commander's orders, and without seeing the heavily armored units, you can't fire randomly anymore!"

It was fine when MG3 fired a cheap high-explosive shell just now, as they were about to be hit by anti-air missiles if they didn't act quickly.

But now it was different. The only things they needed to deal with in the sky were the human PMCs emerging from their cover.

These guys apparently hadn't expected anyone to attack their camp, so when they were forced out of their hiding places by Reno, some of them weren't even wearing clothes.

But even so, it couldn't be denied that these guys had very rich combat experience and knew exactly when and where to avoid what kind of attack.

Therefore, although C96 had just fired a lot of ammunition, the number of combatants she actually hit was extremely low. These guys may look sloppy, but in reality, each one of them was as slippery as an eel in a mud puddle!

"Really... stingy... Hmm? Are those Dolls in the distance?"

"Indeed, but those guys don't look like ordinary Dolls... Those guys are clearly Sangvis Droids, right? And most importantly, among those Dolls, there's one that looks quite familiar."

MDR scratched her cheek and looked at the Sangvis Doll observing the battlefield in the distance... She could vaguely recognize her, the Exectioner produced by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing.

Chapter 155: Expired Products

"Executioner? Isn't that the guy we helped buy her wine with the scarecrow back then?"

Upon hearing MDR's words, C96 suddenly realized, although she had never seen the Sangvis Ferri elite Doll known as the Executioner.

But when did MDR see him?

"Back when the Commander was talking to Intruder, although it was only for a few seconds, that guy was swinging the wine bottle back and forth over there. You probably didn't see it at the time."

"Really?"

"Definitely, I said it was there." MDR nodded firmly, with unwavering certainty.

"So what do we do now? Inform the Commander?" C96 scratched her head, unsure whether to fire at the Executioner or just watch.

"Yeah, let's tell him, but the Commander probably already noticed her."

Noticed her? How's that possible? The Commander's current position is at least several hundred meters away from that Executioner, and it's from the direction behind the Commander, this situation...

Just as C96 was thinking this, MDR had already contacted Reno via the communicator, but before she could speak, she heard Reno's voice coming from the communicator.

"Just keep an eye on those Sangvis Ferri guys. If they dare to shoot from a distance, you can fire back, but if they come looking for me, then don't bother."

"Huh? Understood."

MDR blinked, although she had already guessed it, after hearing Reno's prophetic words, she couldn't help but blink in confusion.

C96 had the same expression, scratching her head, then shifting her gaze to the Executioner and the Sangvis Ferri autonomous units below.

MDR shrugged and continued to watch the factory buildings Reno had reminded her of earlier.

Reno had mentioned that several big guys were hiding in those buildings, so they had to be cautious. Otherwise, they might end up in trouble today.

...

Was someone there?

It seems like they've searched this area before, and Griffin's bugs seemed to have abandoned this area directly. Unexpectedly, there's new activity here again today.

Could it be M4A1?

With such commotion here, even if it's that M4A1 guy, she should come and check it out, right?

That guy seemed to have split up from a few teammates, although the search intensity for the other Doll wasn't as high as for M4A1, that dumb Griffin Doll might also show up voluntarily for a rescue.

How was Griffin's distress signal simulated again? If only Scarecrow or Hunter were here, they could easily fake a signal transmitter.

After thinking about it, the Executioner gave up on the plan that required brainpower. Instead, she just waved her hand and directed her Vespids and Strikers towards the edge of the factory area.

But that flying vehicle overhead was a bit tricky. She didn't have any equipment to deal with it. Even if she used her greatsword, she didn't know if she could reach it...

Forget it, It's not worth thinking about. That thing looks quite cumbersome. It won't be easy to hit it.

Meanwhile, inside the factory building, Reno, sensing that the Sangvis Ferri autonomous units were all dispersing and moving towards the factory buildings, raised an eyebrow.

What's Executioner up to? Didn't she activate her life detector? There are quite a few human PMC hiding in those buildings.

Those human PMC, when he entered the first factory building, had already reacted, gearing up and preparing for combat.

If Executioner's subordinates approach those factory buildings at this time, they will surely collide head-on with those human PMC.

"MDR, have C96 fire a few shots at those factory buildings to remind those Sangvis Ferri fools." Reno said into the communicator, raising his gun and aiming at a thin metal sheet in front of him, firing three shots without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With three gunshots, the guy who was preparing to ambush Reno behind the metal sheet directly fell to the ground.

"Wow, the Commander's action is really swift. I was just about to make a move." Although she also sensed someone hiding behind the metal sheet through her life detector, MG3 was unsure if there was any cover behind the thin metal sheet.

After a moment of hesitation, Reno had already shot the guy three times.

MG3 shrugged. The human PMC had hidden themselves quite well, not making any noise during the ambush, even holding their breath. If it weren't for her life detector, she wouldn't have been sure that there was someone hiding behind her.

While MG3 was speaking, there was once again the roar of machine gun fire outside the factory building, indicating that C96 on the aircraft had fired at the factory buildings as Reno requested.

The purpose was not to hit the guys inside the buildings but to remind the Executioner to pay attention to the human PMC inside.

Several short bursts of fire hit some factory roofs, while others penetrated through the windows, scattering attacks across the factory area, including seven or eight factory buildings.

Initially, the Executioner was approaching those factory buildings, planning to hide inside first and wait for M4A1 to appear. However, after seeing these attacks, she immediately raised her guard and stopped her subordinates' actions.

It's not because the cannonballs from the aircraft hit her feet, but because she heard a muffled groan from inside the factory building. Besides, there seemed to be a low, miserable scream coming from a factory building that was attacked from afar.

Someone's there!?

The surprised Executioner came to her senses, realizing that the miserable scream she had just heard wasn't the scream of a Doll. Griffin's Dolls, even if they were injured on the battlefield, wouldn't scream immediately.

Even if they did scream, it would only be after confirming safety and leaving the combat situation. Someone who immediately groaned in pain after being attacked could only be human.

The Commander of Griffin? No, that's impossible. Those Griffin guys are all sneaky people hiding in their own base. How could they run directly to the frontline of the battlefield?

Could it be that she had stumbled upon Griffin's base this time? But she had already searched this factory area before and found no signs of any living people?

Setting aside the Executioner's doubts, on Reno's side, MP5 had already cleanly dealt with the last enemy. At this moment, the three of them were walking inside the factory building, looking at the equipment and supplies inside. There were many MREs stacked here, seemingly related to this production line and the emergency rations they often saw.

"This production line? Why does it seem a bit incomprehensible? Put finished MREs in, and what comes out is still finished. What's the point?"

Hearing MG3's words, Reno picked up two packages of packaged MREs and looked at them.

"Expired ones, probably. They're expired, then repackaged, and sold again. Anyway, even if the Dolls eat them, they won't have any problems."

"Uh..."

Chapter 156: Wrong Person?

Although MP5 sometimes felt that some batches of MREs had a strange taste when she used to eat them every day at Griffin, she didn't think too much about it at the time. After all, the production dates and expiration dates on the packaging were all within the safe range.

Moreover... Griffin's combat rations were all uniformly distributed. Who could have thought that among the MREs they consumed, there were actually expired ones?

Although consuming expired food would not have any effect on human-form dolls, MP5 still felt somewhat uncomfortable in her heart.

MG3 beside her didn't have such thoughts. After all, she had just gone to work immediately after leaving the factory, and later applied for transformation into a tactical doll.

The places she had worked before were not like Griffin, where combat rations were regularly distributed. Most of the time, she would use her own salary to eat out or buy her own food.

Of course, sometimes it was okay not to eat to save money. After all, dolls wouldn't die if they didn't eat. Just shut off the internal food simulation device.

The only downside was that when not eating, one would always feel a bit absent-minded. MG3 didn't know if it was due to the settings in her core processor or some other reason, but it didn't affect her work.

"Alright, stop frowning, let's get out of here quickly, or else if it catches fire later, I won't come back to rescue you." While MP5 was making a face, feeling as if she had eaten a dead fly, Reno and MG3 had already walked to the entrance of the factory.

And beside her, there was also a scorching heat...

"Wow! Commander! Can you please tell me before throwing an incendiary grenade next time!?" Seeing the MRE packaging nearby already ignited by the incendiary grenade, MP5 suddenly exclaimed, hurriedly running towards the factory entrance.

"I did tell you, you were obviously daydreaming yourself, MDR. After we come out, blow up this factory. The stuff inside is useless." However, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Reno scratched his head awkwardly.

He acted too hastily. He should have let MDR take action after searching the entire factory area. If they couldn't find anything valuable later, at least the expired MREs in this factory could be taken back and used as fertilizer for vertical farms.

But before Reno could say anything else, whether it was MDR or C96, seeing Reno and the others leave the factory, they immediately fired high-explosive shells at the factory!

The factory, which had already had a small portion of its roof blown off, trembled violently under this attack, and it wasn't clear where the shells hit, but after the explosion, the factory collapsed directly.

Brushing off the dust kicked up, Reno was speechless.

It was now confirmed that it was definitely C96, only she would be so impatient to start firing.

The collapse of a factory seemed to be not enough to make the human PMC hiding in other factories rush out.

Most of those factories had windows, so they could naturally see the turrets on the aircraft, constantly hovering between the several buildings they were hiding in, waiting for them to come out so they could immediately launch a thunderous attack.

In this situation, the two mechs in the factory needed to be activated first, and after rushing out, immediately take down the lump of iron flying in the sky with the shoulder-mounted anti-air missiles.

Otherwise, if they stood on the ground, they would all become targets for this gunship!

The two mechs, in order to save energy, had been idle on the side without being activated, and the drivers hadn't been waiting inside the mech's cockpit.

Originally, even if they encountered an emergency, the time required for the driver to climb into the cockpit and start the mech was only about a minute.

However, in just this short amount of time, the guys who jumped off the aircraft had already killed the five people left in the factory and directly collapsed the factory!

Where did these bastards come from!? How come he didn't know there was such a lump of iron that even anti-air missiles couldn't penetrate!?

"Boss!? Those Sangvis guys outside are approaching us again!" Just as the roar sounded, someone who had been standing by the window looking out suddenly lowered their voice and called out.

Upon hearing this, the man referred to as the leader had just put on a fully enclosed bulletproof helmet on his head, and upon hearing the words, immediately looked towards the two mechs parked not far away.

The cockpit doors of the two mechs were already closed, and the two drivers were already sitting in the cockpit, waiting for his command. As soon as he gave the order, the two mechs would immediately rush out and give the lump of iron flying in the sky a missile bath with the shoulder-mounted anti-air missiles!

Although Reno did not hear the movement inside this factory building, Executioner, who was very close to this factory, heard the sudden chaotic footsteps in one of the factory buildings, followed by the huge noise of the mechs stepping on the ground.

"Tsk! What are these things!?" Hearing the commotion coming from the factory building, the Executioner, who had just restarted her autonomous units, couldn't help but grip the large sword in her hand angrily.

The sound just now was clearly similar to those Manticores manufactured by the Sangvis Ferri, sounding like some kind of huge creature!

She was not like the Destroyer or Architect, who had heavy firepower at hand, the only way to deal with those heavily armored guys was to charge up and slash them. It seemed that there was no other way.

Just as she was thinking, in the previously calm factory building, a giant figure several meters high suddenly crashed through one of the factory walls with a loud roar!

Boom!

With the noise of the collapsing wall, the mech rushing out from the factory directly charged towards Executioner!

What!? It's coming towards me!?

Executioner was truly startled, thinking that just now, there were so many explosions in the factory area, and the aircraft in the sky was attacking these factories, the guys inside these factories, after coming out, would definitely attack the aircraft in the sky.

Who would have thought that after this guy rushed out, he would directly charge towards them!?

She had just walked over here! The one attacking you is that thing in the sky! It clearly has nothing to do with her!?

But obviously, the mech driver didn't intend to let Executioner go, and the excuses in her heart, of course, she wouldn't say them out loud, after all, she was just complaining to herself, she wouldn't really go and persuade these guys not to attack, right?

Don't be ridiculous! How could that be possible!? It's just two slow mechs, right!?

Gripping the giant sword in her hand, the Executioner directly charged towards one of the mechs without any hesitation!

MDR and the others on the aircraft, at this moment seeing the mech rushing towards the Sangvis Ferri, were first stunned, then they saw Executioner also running towards the mech.

"Oh, this guy is so brave!"

Chapter 157: Repeating the Same Tricks

Executioner charging forward wasn't without reason. Her only long-range attack was the gun on her left hand, but it was unlikely to take down two mechs with just a small pistol.

In comparison, her giant sword was more practical at the moment.

The two mechs in front of her looked somewhat like the Minotaurus used by the military, but their black and red paint schemes made them resemble Sangvis Ferri products. However, Minotaurus weren't produced by Sangvis Ferri; their military equipment was typically painted green upon leaving the factory. Sangvis Ferri would further modify these autonomous units, adding more powerful weapons or thicker armor.

If she had known she would encounter these things today, she would have requested heavy firepower units from Intruder before coming out. Unfortunately, Intruder might not even have control over such units.

Even if they did, they wouldn't entrust them to her, a mere vanguard in Sangvis Ferri's command sequence.

"Charge!" Without waiting for the drivers of the two mechs to assess the situation, Executioner dashed towards one of the mechs and swung her black giant sword at its leg joint.

These humanoid PMC mechs were very similar to the Minotaurus used by the military, both in armor and joint protection. Even the pipelines that should be visible from the outside were covered with a soft protective layer, impervious to small-caliber weapons or grenade fragments.

This soft protection layer was as effective as light armor plates, preventing penetration from small-caliber weapons or grenades. Even rifles or machine guns equipped with armor-piercing rounds would struggle to penetrate these weak spots on the mech.

However, Executioner's giant sword, enhanced by her augmented arm, easily slashed through this layer, damaging the joint mechanism inside.

With a clang, the once sturdy mech joint was now marred by a gap caused by Executioner's attack.

Sparks flew as the sword struck, illuminating the excited smile on the Executioner's face.

"This is how you deal with big guys!" she shouted triumphantly, swinging around to strike at the other mech's knee.

Crack!

This strike, even fiercer than the last, severed the mech's leg at its weak joint.

Apart from Executioner's augmented arm, her giant sword seemed to be equipped with some kind of armor-piercing device, ensuring the effectiveness of her attacks.

As the disabled mech fell forward, the other one, witnessing Executioner's clear threat, raised its arm-mounted cannon and opened fire without hesitation.

Just as Executioner intended to attack the first mech's vulnerable spot from behind, she was barraged by a volley of cannon fire, forcing her to dodge.

The fallen mech posed little threat now, so Executioner redirected her attention to the intact one.

With unmatched agility, she evaded the cannon fire and charged towards the second mech, ready to repeat her successful tactics.

However, just as she closed in on the second mech, a piercing electrical surge erupted from a device on its arm, enveloping Executioner in a blinding flash.

"What the hell is this!?" she screamed as the powerful current surged through her body, sending her flying forward like the fallen mech.

Chapter 158: The Executioner's Mishap

"What are you doing? Quickly bring down that thing in the sky!"

The human PMC leader who hadn't yet joined the charge of the two mechs, was unaware of the situation outside and only saw the Sangvis doll targeting the ground.

But he had explicitly instructed them to take down the airborne threat first! The aerial gunship was the real Grim Reaper hovering above!

The Sangvis Ferri Droids that had just approached the factory were merely intimidating toys crafted by Sangvis Ferri.

Compared to military-grade dolls, Sangvis Ferri's autonomous units were a tier below in both combat reaction and everyday actions. Sometimes, after receiving commands, these Sangvis Ferri Dolls would visibly hesitate.

If it weren't for their overwhelming numbers, Griffin's dolls alone could easily deal with these Sangvis Ferri toys!

"No! Boss! There's an Sangvis Ferri doll here causing trouble! Roze's mech had its legs severed by this guy!" The driver in the second mech shouted into the communicator while maneuvering the mech to raise its foot.

With a steel foot over a meter long, it descended towards the fallen Executioner!

Bang!

...

"Well, that's that," MDR shrugged as C96 beside her prepared to fire.

Who would've thought Executioner would be so reckless and charge in headfirst?

Of course, if the second mech didn't have that electromagnetic weapon, Executioner might have actually managed to topple both mechs. But unfortunately, there were no 'ifs' in this world. With this stomp, Executioner's brain would likely be mashed into pulp.

However, just as MDR shrugged and C96 was lost in thought, the mech below didn't stop after squashing Executioner. Instead, it twisted its body and aimed its shoulder-mounted missile launcher at the aircraft in the sky!

"Ah..." Simonov barely managed a cry of alarm before four missiles shot towards the aircraft!

And it didn't end there. The mech that had been incapacitated by the Executioner's attack moments ago struggled to flip itself over and, lying on its back, also launched its missiles!

"Hey! C96! What are you daydreaming about!? Hurry up and take out those two!"

"Uh, I..."

Boom!

Nearly a dozen missiles hit the aircraft's armor almost simultaneously! This time, the impact was severe, and MDR and C96 inside the cockpit were almost thrown out!

The aircraft's posture began to wobble violently due to the intense attack, and for the first time, Simonov, who was trying to stabilize it, was flustered.

But in her panic, Simonov inadvertently caused the aircraft to turn upside down and crash into a nearby factory building!

Boom!

Crash!

The tremendous impact of the aircraft's crash, coupled with the sound of steel twisting and breaking as the factory collapsed, darkened Reno's expression.

What a mess!

What were Simonov and MDR playing at!? He had ordered them to fire immediately, yet they had turned things into this disaster!

Reno wasn't particularly worried about MDR and the others in the aircraft. At such a low altitude, they wouldn't die from the fall; at most, they would be slightly bruised. As for the aircraft... it wasn't shot down by the recent attack. The high-strength alloy armor used on the aircraft wasn't the same as the local armor steel. It was the material used on the Bismuth-class battlecruisers and couldn't be penetrated by a few anti-tank missiles.

And he had seen it just now—the exterior armor of the aircraft had only a few inconspicuous dents; the anti-tank missiles hadn't pierced through.

The aircraft fell because of Simonov's frantic maneuvering!

What normal aircraft would flip over after hitting a building?

"Um, Commander, will Simonov and the others be okay?"

Seeing the fallen aircraft, MG3 and MP5 couldn't help but worry and asked Reno.

"They'll be fine. It won't kill them. Don't worry about them. They'll be back in the air soon enough. This minor damage won't scrap this thing. Let's hurry up; those three idiots are unreliable. Now, we have to take matters into our own hands."

With a headache, Reno scratched his head, checked his weapon's ammunition, and headed towards the factory where the two mechs had emerged from.

Seeing their commander charge out without hesitation, MG3 and MP5 could only shake their heads and follow suit.

...

In the distance? Could it be Griffin's dolls were in battle with Sangvis Ferri?

Just as Reno had no choice but to join the fray himself, not far from this factory area, in a shed, a doll suddenly leaped out from hiding, listening anxiously to the distant sounds of battle.

Although her only objective was to transmit the information on her, she couldn't help but worry, fearing that the other members of AR Team hadn't escaped the encirclement by Sangvis Ferri.

And at this moment, amidst the gunfire and rumbling in the distance, it was likely that M16 and AR15 had also come this way!

After some internal conflict, M4A1 emerged from her hiding spot, cautiously holding her imprint weapon, and ran towards the direction of the sounds.

At the same time, MP5 and MG3, who had just cleared out an Sangvis Ferri patrol squad, stealthily followed the direction Executioner had retreated in.

Although they were worried, they had no choice but to ensure they found M4A1's location ahead of Sangvis Ferri. They had to keep up the pursuit, even though they might end up encountering Sangvis Ferri's elite doll units.

"What if we really have to fight Sangvis Ferri later?" MG3 couldn't help but express her concern as she looked at the dense footprints on the road ahead.

The two of them, plus a few dummy dolls, had indeed proven more than capable during the recent skirmish with a Sangvis Ferri patrol squad, but against Sangvis Ferri's elite doll units...?

"We... we should be fine, right? The Sangvis Ferri elite doll we saw earlier seemed quite easy to talk to," MP5 replied hesitantly. If things got too dangerous, they could always find Reno and hide behind him.

Chapter 159: Finally Not Like a Turtle Shell

Boom!

"What!? What the hell is that!?" Just as M4A1 had arrived not far from the factory area, she saw a square-headed aircraft in the sky, spinning horizontally at an angle of several thousand degrees, while drilling like a drill into the tallest factory building in the area!

Unfortunately, that factory happened to be right in front of her...

As the collapsed factory and various debris flew towards M4A1, she could only hold her head and flee.

Fortunately, she had just passed several buildings, which helped shield her from the flying debris.

A few seconds later, the plummeting gunship was halted by the buildings, and the debris from the sky had already fallen to the ground.

Only then did M4A1 cautiously emerge from cover.

What's this...

Seeing the square-headed aircraft in front of her, M4A1 couldn't figure out what it was. However, just as she was wondering, several voices rang out directly from the public channel of the Doll communication protocol.

"What the hell is this!? Simonov! How did you manage to do this!? We circled in the sky three times before crashing! If you can pull off such stunts, why not use them to stabilize this thing!?"

"Ouch, MDR! You're sitting on my head! Get up quickly!"

"Accident! Accident! I'll take off again!"

"Hey hey! Wait! Wait! I..."

Crash!

It sounded like a conversation between three Dolls. As the conversation ended, the engines on either side of the aircraft in front of M4A1 started up again, propelling the aircraft back into the sky.

Seeing the conspicuous pits on one side of the aircraft's surface, M4A1 was surprised that this thing could fly again.

"Simonov, hurry up and come back to take out those two mechs after you've flown up again. You need to practice your piloting skills after you return," Reno's voice came through the communicator after the aircraft ascended. Since it was said on the public channel, everyone nearby could hear Reno's words.

Looking down at the communication channel of the communicator, Simonov nodded helplessly.

Yes, whatever the commander said was the way it was, but was it really necessary to say such things in front of others?

Not only M4A1, who watched the aircraft ascend again, but also the human PMCs charging out of the warehouse towards the Sangvis units, were astonished...

"What's going on!? Wasn't that thing already destroyed!?" Almost everyone on their side watched as the aircraft circled and fell from the sky.

The soaring flames and huge explosions all indicated that the anti-tank missiles fired from the two mechs hadn't missed their mark!

Moreover, in the urgency of the situation, both mechs fired all their missiles at once!

After all, the thing in the sky had just resisted anti-air missiles unscathed. Whether for safety or convenience, firing all the missiles at once was the fastest way, and they had enough anti-tank missiles at hand anyway, all paid for by the client.

"Boss!? That thing is flying again!"

"What are you yelling about! I'm not blind! I can see it! Instead of shouting like a madman, just shoot it down again! The previous attack must have been effective!"

It was evident that the armored aircraft in the sky had become pitted all over its surface, showing that the anti-tank missiles had some effect, but the attacks were too scattered.

Crash!

Just as the human PMCs in the factory were waiting for the launchers on their shoulders to reload, the glass above the factory was shattered! Three figures fell one after another, landing right in the midst of the human PMCs!

"Ah-ha! This time it's finally not those turtle-like protective suits!" MG3, who had just landed, laughed heartily upon seeing the human PMCs around her.

Because apart from the bulletproof vests with bulletproof plates, these guys had no other protective gear!

Although some were wearing helmets, those helmets were clearly not enough to withstand the armor-piercing bullets she used.

MP5 beside her didn't say anything, but she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the equipment of these guys. At least this time, her armor-piercing weapons wouldn't be as ineffective as a stick in the fire.

Wearing bulletproof vests was correct, but her 9mm Parabellum rounds couldn't penetrate them. However, all their limbs were in an unprotected state. Legs, arms, neck, face, so many attackable positions!

Ratatatat!

Without Reno having to say anything, the two of them raised their guns and started firing without aiming.

The advantages of tactical doll's weapons were fully demonstrated at this moment. Faced with attacks that hit their heads with every shot, these humans, who were only wearing bulletproof vests, couldn't effectively fight back!

Before they could even scream in pain, they were either shot through the head by a Parabellum bullet or had their skulls blown off by the 7.62x51mm machine gun bullets!

Even without Reno's intervention, the two Dolls had already dealt with most of these human PMCs. The remaining few only managed to crawl out towards the gap in the factory.

The Sangvis Ferri autonomous units outside had already been cleared out by the mechs. Compared to those somewhat sluggish Sangvis Ferri autonomous units, the two killers in the factory were obviously more terrifying!

"Boss! What should we do now!? Shall I go in and..."

Boom!

Just as the driver in the mech was about to say he would return to the factory to take out the guys inside, a deafening roar interrupted his words. A tungsten-core armor-piercing round descended from above, piercing through the cockpit of the mech directly!

"Damn it!" Seeing the sparking gap on the cockpit, all the surviving human PMCs exclaimed in horror.

Bang bang bang bang!

Before they could say anything else, they heard a dense barrage of gunfire above their heads!

"Ahhhh-!"

Caught off guard, among the few remaining human PMCs, screams rang out directly!

Although the firepower of the machine guns was formidable, it also meant that some unlucky guys didn't die on the spot. Those hit by shrapnel at least left their final screams in this world.

Chapter 160: Only One Left

Faced with the cannon attacks raining down from above, not all human PMCs were directly taken out; at least the guy referred to as the 'boss' by a group of people wasn't among them.

The remaining five operatives moved surprisingly fast, almost instantly rushing from the cover outside the factory to another nearby building within the industrial area. The numerous factories in the area provided excellent cover for these individuals.

Following closely behind, MG3 and MP5 also opened fire on these operatives. However, these individuals seemed as agile as if they had eyes on the back of their heads, skillfully dodging the attacks from the two.

Although some bullets did hit their bodies, they were all wearing bulletproof vests, and coupled with the bulletproof plates, while the attacks did injure two of them, the five did not immediately go down.

Instead, they followed their leader into another factory.

Observing this, Reno raised an eyebrow in surprise. He could confirm that one of MG3's shots had clearly hit one of the operatives in the waist, and even with a bulletproof vest, MG3's armor-piercing rounds should have pierced through.

"Limb enhancements?" Seeing the operatives escape her line of fire, MG3 lowered her machine gun, scratching her head in frustration.

Besides limb enhancements, MG3 couldn't think of any other possibilities. Surely these operatives weren't all immortal?

"Most likely, there are signs of modifications to their internal organs as well."

In plain terms, it meant replacing certain parts of the body with mechanical components to replace the functions of organs and limbs.

Initially, Reno hadn't paid much attention to the operatives' bodies, but he didn't expect them to directly escape using these high-performance prosthetics.

However, they hadn't gone far. Although they were hiding in the factory, Reno wasn't the owner of this factory area and wasn't concerned about the condition of the buildings.

As long as the storage area wasn't blown up, it was fine.

Without Reno needing to urge her, MDR in the sky had already switched ammunition types and was now directly firing at the factory building!

She hadn't forgotten that the human PMCs here didn't just have those two mechs as heavy equipment. Although the detectors on the aircraft side hadn't reacted, the sensors on their bodies could clearly detect the several unidentified signals inside the factory.

The signal strength was similar to that of Sangvis Ferri's elite dolls, and while the size of the targets was still unknown, considering the aircraft had nearly crashed once, they couldn't afford to be careless again here.

Determined, MDR aimed high-explosive rounds at the factory where the human PMCs were hiding and fired a rapid barrage of six shells.

The six shells landed in different positions within the factory, already approaching MP5 and MG3 nearby. After the roar subsided, they could clearly sense that the four signal sources inside hadn't disappeared, and there were still three life signs.

"These guys are so resilient, huh?" MG3 exclaimed in surprise. First, there was the machine gun barrage, then precise shots, and now six consecutive high-explosive shells. It was impressive that these guys could hold on.

"Sometimes luck plays a crucial role. Stay back, those guys inside have already activated that thing." Reno shouted, stopping MG3 and MP5 who were about to enter the factory to pursue the three survivors, gesturing towards the aircraft in the sky.

Seeing Reno's gesture, MDR nodded immediately, indicating she would change the ammunition type. Although they had speculated that the signals in the factory might be other armored units, it seemed likely now.

After all, their commander's instructions had never been wrong.

However, just as MDR was focusing, preparing to fire at the moment those armored units emerged from the factory ruins.

Amidst the smoke and debris of the factory ruins, three rhythmic roars suddenly sounded.

"What's that noise? Are they firing from inside?" MG3 looked around in surprise, not seeing any shells being fired, and all the explosions were within the smoke and debris of the ruins.

Were those guys fighting among themselves?

Just as she wondered, a quadrupedal armored unit suddenly rushed out of the smoke and debris!

The cannon mounted beneath its main body was aimed directly at Reno and his group, who were not far away!

"This is... a Manticore? The all-terrain autonomous armored unit produced by Sangvis Ferri Industries?"

Seeing this grayish figure, which, like Reno's aircraft, had no markings, MG3 scratched her head in confusion. These human PMCs were using products produced by Sangvis Ferri Industries to defend against the 'rogue' Sangvis Ferri units. This was quite a problem...

Could it be that those several gunfire just now were caused by this Manticore killing off those human operatives?

"Most likely, the owner of this factory area is quite 'resourceful'. First tanks and armored vehicles, then just now, mechs, and now even the Manticore produced by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing. With this much capability, why would they be so focused on such an ordinary light industrial area?" Reno commented, feeling no sense of nervousness. He even holstered his weapon and lit a cigarette.

As the lighter sparked, a cannon blast echoed from above!

MDR, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, naturally wouldn't let these Manticore off. Reno hadn't instructed her to stop, so naturally, she would directly take action to turn these Manticore into scrap metal!

Just like the mech that had been pierced through the cockpit by a single shot earlier, the armor plates on the surface of the Manticore were equally powerless against the tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds!

After the first Manticore was destroyed by the aerial bombardment, the remaining three, facing the attacks coming from above, were helpless and were consecutively pierced through their main bodies.

"Um... is that it?"

MG3 exchanged a glance with MP5 beside her. There were no more life signs nearby.

It seemed they had completely routed this group of PMC defenders, right?

"Almost, there's still one playing possum." Reno said, walking towards the ruins of the factory.

Entering the ruins, MG3 and MP5 were surprised to see Reno standing in front of one of the 'corpses.'

This guy had clearly already died, right? There was no heartbeat, and the life detector showed no reaction.

However, Reno had no intention of explaining anything. He simply drew his gun from his waist and aimed it at the head of the 'corpse.'

"Stop! Raise your hands! You have illegally entered G&K's contracted controlled area! Drop your weapons! Otherwise, I have the right to open fire!"

Just as Reno was about to finish off this pretending-to-be-dead guy, a hurried shout suddenly sounded from behind them. However, this crisp and childish voice sounded completely lacking in any intimidation.

At the same time this shout sounded, the 'corpse' leaning against the rubble suddenly opened its eyes!

The weapon it had been tightly holding pointed directly at Reno standing in front of it!

Chapter 161: Do You Need Help Getting Out?

Bang!

Ignoring the warning words, Renault directly fired, creating a hole in the guy's forehead in front of him.

Even after extensive cyborg enhancements, this head still fell under the category of living beings.

"You!?"

Seeing Renault completely disregarding her warning and shooting the seemingly already incapacitated guy, M4A1 became furious. She hesitated to open fire, clutching her imprint weapon tightly.

Although she was currently under Griffin's jurisdiction, she was employed by 16lab and was in the middle of a mission. Logically, as a Griffin T-Doll, she did have authority over the matter, but shooting to kill was another issue altogether.

In this situation, if these people attacked her, she had the right to retaliate. However, the targets were similarly unmarked individuals, and there were no hostile actions towards her. In such a case... what should she do?

Should she disarm them first?

As M4A1 pondered, MP5 and MG3, standing beside Renault, looked at her.

"Have you seen this T-Doll before in Griffin? Did you ever encounter an M4A1 tactical doll?" MG3 asked MP5 beside her. After all, MP5 had spent some time with Griffin and likely knew more than she did as a civilian.

"Well, I think so. I heard she's a tactical doll specially manufactured by 16lab, not on the same level as our mass-produced tactical dolls. But this is the first time I've seen her in person." MP5 replied, carefully examining M4A1, as if trying to discern any differences from their appearance.

"Are you... are you also Griffin's T-Dolls?" Upon hearing MP5's question, M4A1 relaxed her grip on the weapon she held and subconsciously lowered the muzzle. However, she quickly realized that these two tactical dolls standing before her had no Griffin identification marks.

"Huh? Oh, right! We're also from Griffin!" Surprised by M4A1's question, MG3 was momentarily stunned before quickly responding, then activated the Griffin identification device that Renault had installed for them.

As MG3 activated the identification system, she nudged MP5's side. "Hurry up, put on the 'vest'."

"The... right, indeed." MP5 almost slipped up, caught up in combat. She quickly corrected herself while also activating her identification system.

"Hey, Commander, is there anyone left down there? Can we land now?" Simonov's voice came through the communicator.

Sitting in the pilot's seat, Simonov glanced at MDR, who was covering her face. When the aircraft crashed earlier, the synthetic skin on her face had been torn, and now it hung loosely. She urgently needed Renault's nano-level craftsmanship to repair it.

"Find a place to land; there's no one left." Renault glanced around. Aside from a few surviving Vespids and Dinergates in the distance, there was nothing else moving.

Next, they would wander around this factory area and see if there was anything useful.

Although the aircraft had crashed into one of the factory buildings and MDR had blasted another, it was inconsequential. The damage to this light industrial area was only about twenty percent.

Just a fifth, not much, and there was still the remaining four-fifths of the area.

What Renault valued most were the raw materials or finished products stored in the warehouse.

These light industrial equipment weren't essential to him; he could produce them anytime he wanted. And he didn't need such large equipment; just a few small ones would suffice to produce necessities for the T-Dolls' daily consumption.

The purpose of coming here, besides acquiring usable items, was mainly to collect interest from the guy hiding in the White Zone.

Seeing Renault commanding the aircraft in the sky to land, although M4A1 was puzzled by when Griffin had acquired such formidable equipment, she approached him nonetheless and asked.

"Um, excuse me, are you the commander of this jurisdiction? I'm M4A1, the search target from the previous Sugar Cube Operation. Can you give me a ride back when you're returning?"

As she spoke, M4A1 looked at Renault's expressionless face, unsure of what the Griffin commander was thinking.

Seeing Renault not responding but instead scrutinizing her, M4A1 instinctively thought Renault was irritated by her pointing a gun at him earlier and quickly apologized, "Ah! I'm really sorry just now, I thought you were an illegal intruder in this jurisdiction..."

"Alright, it's on the way anyway. But we'll have to stay here for a while. If others come over, you can leave with the other T-Dolls." Gazing at the skull mask hanging around M4A1's neck, and glancing at the streak of dye in her hair, Renault almost recalled who she was.

The captain of AR Team, M4A1.

Who would've thought she'd already begun to be chased around by Sangvis Ferri?

Executioner over there should be chasing M4A1, and Scarecrow earlier must have been searching for M4A1's trail, venturing deep into Griffin's territory.

As he thought, Renault took out his phone and called Helian.

As soon as the call connected, Renault directly asked Helian, "I heard you guys are looking for M4A1?"

"Renault... Huh? She ran into you!?" Helian, with a complicated expression on her face, was about to ask Renault what was going on, but before she could speak, she heard Renault's question and immediately widened her eyes, asking Renault in surprise.

"Ah, she just happened to run into me. She's here with me now. I'll send you the coordinates. Have the nearest... Have Gentiane send someone over to take her away."

The nearest base was Gentiane's base. Apart from Gentiane, no one else would come for this matter.

While Renault was making the call, MG3 and MP5 had also wandered off in another direction. There were a few Vespids gathered there, squatting on the ground and digging something with their hands.

"What are they digging?" Curious, the two approached and stood behind the Vespids, peering at what they had surrounded.

Since the identification systems on MG3 and MP5 were bi-directional, not only did they have Griffin's identification signal, but they also had Sangvis Ferri's. Therefore, these Vespids didn't react excessively to their approach.

After all, Renault had already incorporated a bunch of Rippers from the material factory here, so identifying one signal was naturally no trouble for him.

"Oh, you're still alive! Need help getting you out?"

Chapter 162: Who Are You Guys!

"Are you two Griffin's pests!? Heh! Just here to laugh at me, huh? Humph, feel free to shoot."

Executioner lying in the concrete pit saw MG3's smirked face right away!

Beside her was that MP5! She had seen these two Griffin dolls not long ago not far away! Unexpectedly, she encountered these two again in such a short time!

Facing MG3 and MP5 who had already arrived in front of her, Executioner felt somewhat resentful. The previous operation had gone smoothly, and she would have been able to track down that dull-headed goose from Griffin soon...

Who would have thought that two mechs would suddenly appear out of nowhere! And ridiculously, one of these mechs even carried an EMP device!

This device was specifically designed for dolls. As long as someone was within dozens of meters of the mech, any doll would be incapacitated, even her, an elite Sangvis Ferri doll.

It was fortunate that she was an elite Sangvis Ferri doll, which allowed her to remain conscious now. Otherwise, if she were an ordinary Vespid or one of those Griffin dolls, she would have crashed instantly.

And now, she lay motionless in this pit, not knowing when these two Griffin guys had caught up. Now, it seemed that besides being at their mercy, there was nothing else... Were they going to self-destruct like Scarecrow?

...Wait a minute. Why are the Vespids standing next to them? But they don't seem to intend to attack eother!

Just as she was thinking, a Vespid in front of her raised its hand to move a piece of concrete rubble, which brought her back to her senses!

This doesn't make sense! Although she asked these Vespids to come and dig her out, under normal circumstances, these guys would definitely attack Griffin dolls first upon encountering them!

"Stop digging! You fools! Quickly eliminate the enemy!" Regaining her senses, the executioner scolded while using her command authority to order the Vespids to attack MG3 and MP5.

However, after receiving her command, these Vespids indeed stopped digging, picked up their guns, and stood up, but before they could aim at MG3 and MP5, they seemed bewildered and hung their hands down, standing still.

As for the reason?

The feedback from the command system was... "Friendly units, no attack allowed."

How is that possible! These two guys are clearly dolls manufactured by IOP, Griffin's tactical dolls! How could they be friendly forces!?

Although Executioner didn't believe it, the enemy identification system accurately reflected the identities of MG3 and MP5.

Friendly forces!

"This..." The executioner widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at MG3's smirk and MP5's serious face in front of her.

"Haha! Stop staring dumbly and come out. We happen to need a few guys to help move things, so let's borrow these Vespids for now."

As for whether to return these Vespids to SF? It depends on the mood of our commander.

But normally, they definitely won't be returned. The ship at home is still under intense construction, and the more hands to help, the better.

And they can't help with the construction of the ship, but those Rippers commanded by Scarecrow are completely in their element. MG3 was surprised to find that these Sangvis Ferri dolls were quite handy when it came to construction.

As she spoke, MG3 and MP5 bent down, casually lifting the concrete block pressing down on Executioner, and pulled her out of the pit, her hands already torn apart and her legs severed from the knees, in addition to the scratches left by the mech on her body, it was simply a miserable sight.

"Sangvis!?"

Without waiting for Reno to say anything, M4A1 saw the Vespids and Dinergates walking back with MG3 and Simonov, and almost instinctively raised her weapon!

However, just as she was about to pull the trigger to take down these Sangvis units and the executioner, a hand reached out from the side and directly pressed down her muzzle!

"Eh eh eh! Don't be so excited, they won't attack now."

As the Sangvis command system used to command Rippers at home, Renault naturally installed it here as well.

Therefore, He knew clearly that these guys behind MG3 would not only not attack M4A1, but would even help move supplies.

"But!? Are your identification systems forged!?"

Seeing that MG3 and Simonov ignored those Sangvis dolls as if they didn't exist, M4A1 couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart...

If these guys aren't from Griffin... then isn't she in the wolves' den? But the person who got called by Renault, It's absolutely Agent Helian, so what's going on here!?

Chapter 163: I Knew There Wouldn't Be Anything Good!

"Good question, I'm also curious, why do you all have Sangvis's command authority?"

Although the command authority wasn't high, it was just on par with hers, but among the many dolls present, besides M4A1 who intended to shoot her, all of them conspicuously carried identification codes made by Sangvis.

Executioner, leaning on MG3's shoulder, struggled to turn her head and scrutinize the dolls present.

MG3, whose basic functions were completely abnormal, and MP5, the two sorry-looking dolls who came down from the aircraft, one was C96, and the other seemed to be MDR, who was currently having Reno help wrap bandages.

The last one to come down should be Simonov. Although these guys' clothes had been more or less changed, her database still stored most of the doll's facial feature data.

After all, they were all mass-produced by IOP. Although there might be some slight differences in appearance, they could still be recognized.

"Stop asking so many questions, just stay quiet. MDR, if this guy doesn't behave, take a set of photos of her."

"Alright!"

"Simonov, hurry up and help the Vespids move things. Your sloppy driving skills will be settled later!" Reno glared at Simonov, scolding her impatiently.

"Um, well... this is only my second time touching this aircraft." Sweating profusely under Reno's gaze, Simonov confessed. After she familiarized herself with the driving method, Reno directly took the aircraft away to install a gun turret, so this was indeed only the second time she had touched this thing!

"Stop with the excuses. Didn't I tell you to practice in the training room? What were you doing all day yesterday? Busy souring cucumbers with A-91 over drinks? Take out the bottle from your pocket, it's confiscated!" As Reno spoke, without hesitation, he walked up to Simonov and plucked the bottle of alcohol from her pocket.

"Eh!? Ah, this..."

"What's with the 'eh'?" Smack! "Hurry up and go check the inventory in that warehouse over there! When we get back, I'll lock you up in the training chamber!"

A slap landed on Simonov's forehead.

This guy, lazing off and goofing around! RFB is more reliable than you now!

"Oh." Shrinking her neck, Simonov hastily made off, beckoning the still bewildered Vespids and running towards the warehouse in the distance.

Watching all the dolls in front of him leave, leaving only M4A1 and the human, Renault. Executioner couldn't help but sneer, looking down at her left hand, which she could still move slightly.

Tsk! If only MG3 hadn't brought her over here! With one hand still barely functional, she could still move. There were some destroyed Vespid fragments where she had just fought the mech.

As long as she could find some temporary replacements from inside, she might be able to escape from these people... As for why she didn't self-destruct...

She also wanted to, but she couldn't even sense the existence of the self-destruct device now! No matter how many times she tried to activate the self-destruct program in her mind, the only response she got was 'no relevant equipment' from this junk.

Like Executioner, M4A1, who was ignored by Reno and others, was also contemplating whether to run away from here. With only Reno, a human, around now, it would be easy for her to escape from a human's watchful eye with her mobility.

But the phone call between Reno and Helian just now left her uncertain about what to do.

Moreover, there was an elite Sangvis doll here. Judging from MG3's words just now, it seemed that the human commander in front of her didn't intend to kill the Executioner.

But that wasn't unreasonable. After all, Executioner's current state should be considered captured, right?

...

"Oh my, isn't this our foreman, Comrade Simonov? Come, come, come, you carrying sacks of rice on your back looks absolutely fabulous!"

Click!

Bent over, head down, with a stack of eight rice sacks on her back, Simonov heard MDR's voice and her heart skipped a beat!

"Um, I mean, why did you come all the way here just to take a photo of me?" Thinking about her own embarrassing photo album, Simonov suddenly felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

"I've already seen it! Besides some expired MREs, there are only some daily cleaning supplies in the warehouse here. So I brought some helpers to come and assist you!"

Helpers? Hearing MDR's words, Simonov felt not joy but a creeping sensation of dread!

Looking around... where were the helpers!? There were only a bunch of Dinergates standing on both sides of her path!

Wait a minute! The Dinergates! These guys... these guys all have high-definition cameras installed!

The footage taken by these reconnaissance Dinergates would be crystal clear!

"Hey hey! Everyone stand still. Ah, Simonov, wait a moment, let me adjust the angle... Alright! Scene one, act one! A plain day in Foreman Simonov's life!"

"Action!"

"Oh no!"

Chapter 164: How Come There Are Two?

"Sigh, huff... it's been a long time since I've done so much work in one day." Simonov sighed as she placed the supply box into the cabin. Taking advantage of Renault's absence, she sat down beside Executioner.

Renault had just gone to check the supplies with MG3, so now only Executioner remained beside her, with M4A1 resting not far away.

Seeing no one around... hmm, no one to tattle to Renault, Simonov quietly pulled out a flat flask from her skirt pocket.

Same model as A-91, because this thing was convenient to carry and not very noticeable, Simonov got herself a set when she went shopping in the city before.

She had all sizes, and this one in her hand could hold about half a pound of liquor.

Taking a sip after unscrewing the cap, Simonov let out a satisfied sigh, "Ah! Nothing beats a sip of comfort after work! Want some?"

Hearing Simonov's words, Executioner, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes. She glanced at the flask Simonov handed over, then looked at Simonov, and then, using her still movable left hand, took the flask.

Gulp!

Without hesitation, Executioner took a big gulp from the flask, but she didn't intend to give it back to Simonov. Instead, she extended her finger and pointed behind Simonov, her face showing a mysterious smile.

"Huh?" Simonov was puzzled, then felt a hand land directly on her head.

"I bet you're itching for trouble, huh? Just crashed the ship into the ground and still dare to drink now!?" Renault's voice suddenly sounded from behind Simonov, and at the same time, his five fingers tightened!

One hand grabbed Simonov's head and lifted her up!

"Ouch ouch ouch! Aiyo! I swear... I'll never drink while driving again!" With her feet off the ground, Simonov quickly pleaded.

"Tsk, go back and stay in the training room voluntarily, or I'll replace your lower body with the Prowler's four-wheel mechanical arm back on you!"

It had been too long since their last combat mission, and these guys had all become lax.

But it's different now. With Sangvis Ferri's guys causing trouble in the area, the ordinary mercenaries were all hiding and not daring to show their faces.

As for escorting and transporting tasks, they were all gone. Only the traffic routes guarded by the military on land could still operate normally.

Sea routes and air transport were still functioning, but this increased transportation costs directly.

Especially sea routes, to avoid sudden collapses of bizarre particle clouds contaminating the goods at sea, most of the things needing transport had to undergo special protection and be packed into dedicated protective containers.

A few years ago, it wasn't necessary, but after the collapse particle clouds floated over the southern sea area in the past two years, this became commonplace.

But Renault estimated that this had a lot to do with him always staying in the Red Zone.

After all, his reputation was limited to a few cities at the beginning, plus he had been tinkering with the spaceship and hadn't shown his face much lately. Maybe some people thought his security contracting company had closed down for good.

But that was normal. With G&K and Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing fighting fiercely now, Griffin's name could be heard almost everywhere. As a result, other security contractors, even smaller ones like Renault's, had gone silent.

Renault, pinching Simonov's head, sank into contemplation. Simonov couldn't stand it anymore, so she directly turned off the pain simulation system, hanging in mid-air like a piece of cured meat, looking at Executioner in front of her with a helpless look.

And looking at Simonov's embarrassed appearance, Executioner was really enjoying her drink. With Simonov's face drooping, she didn't even need appetizers to accompany her drink!

Not far away, M4A1 was also lowering her head, hiding her smile beneath her skull mask, finding the dolls under this commander quite interesting...

Beep beep beep!

Just as Simonov was hesitating whether to remind Renault about her situation being squeezed in his hand, Renault's phone rang first. Simonov was finally freed, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she joined the group of Vespids carrying goods.

If she dared to ask for the flask from Executioner's hand again...

"Hello?" Looking at the caller ID, Renault answered the phone directly. It was that person, Gentiane. She was quite smart, knowing to call before sending someone over.

"Commander Renault, regarding M4A1..."

Before Gentiane finished her words, she saw Renault turning his phone, taking a picture of M4A1, "Here, she's here. When can your people arrive? If it takes too long, wait for me to bring her back when I return."

"Oh, we're almost there, we have two dolls patrolling near that area. We should be able to see them now."

Seeing M4A1 sitting beside Renault in the video, Gentiane felt relieved!

They finally found her! Now this search and rescue mission should be considered complete, right?

As she was speaking, two figures with dummy dolls appeared from the direction where Executioner had just come.

"Commander Renault!" The moment she saw Renault's figure, Gentiane's MG3 raised her hand and waved at Renault.

"Hmm? Oh, it's you, M4A1 is over there, you guys take her back." Renault nodded towards M4A1 sitting on the side, not thinking of holding onto M4A1 himself.

Now this guy probably had many people eyeing her. Sangvis wanted her, Persica from 16Lab was also looking for her, and Griffin needed the data on M4A1's hands.

In this situation, if he really took M4A1 away, many people would probably be upset.

"Oh! Hello! I'm MG3, and this is MP5. We are..."

"Tsk, why are you still introducing yourselves? Didn't you just leave not long ago? You're already pretending not to know each other after changing clothes?"

Seeing Gentiane's MG3 and MP5 standing in front of M4A1 making introductions, Executioner couldn't help but mutter.

And M4A1 also frowned strangely.

The MG3 and MP5 just now clearly left from another direction to investigate the equipment and supply situation in the factory area, and they didn't bring any dummies... How come?

"Hey, Commander, we found a food factory over there, full of snacks and stuff, should we take them?" Holding a piece of ham sausage in one hand and a box in the other, MG3 returned, asking Renault as she walked. Her companions MP5 and C96 had similar actions, just with different types of snacks.

"Huh?" M4A1 and the others, upon seeing MG3 and MP5 approaching, almost simultaneously uttered sounds of surprise.

Chapter 165: Why don't I believe it?

Identical...? No, there are still differences. The dissimilarities are not insignificant; after all, the attire of the two under Renault's command, MG3 and MP5, is completely different from the other two dolls.

"Uh, what a coincidence?" Renault's MG3 scratched her head and looked at the two identical models standing over there.

Although identical models did exist, it was rare for four people to meet face to face like this.

As for the two dolls on Gentiane's side... MG3 was okay, as she had already seen an identical MG3 at Renault's factory area before. But MP5 was truly bewildered. Seeing another doll exactly like herself, she never thought such a thing would happen to her.

"Um... hello?" Gentiane's MP5 timidly waved to Renault's MP5.

"Oh, hello. Weren't you here to take M4A1 away?"

So why are you just standing there? Just because the models are the same doesn't mean you need to be so tense.

Whether it was the incident with MDR discovering another MDR at Griffin Headquarters, or the recent situation with AK47 being replicated, MP5 had developed some resistance to these things. Now seeing another MP5 identical to herself, she didn't find it particularly remarkable.

Didn't Nagant Revolver and M1911 also not care much about these things? After all, low-level dolls like Nagant Revolver and M1911 were almost in every Griffin commander's hands.

"Uh, well... the commander asked us to wait here for them to come pick up M4A1." Upon hearing this question, Gentiane's MP5 immediately came to her senses and awkwardly scratched her cheek.

"Oh, I see. Then why don't you find a place to sit and rest? Biscuits, anyone?" Hearing this, Renault's MG3 immediately nodded in understanding. The base of Gentiane's commander was still more than twenty kilometers away from here, so it was normal for them to drive over and pick up M4A1.

Watching the two Griffin dolls and M4A1 sitting not far away, resting, Executioner holding a jug couldn't help but feel a bit restless.

Obviously, they had the identification information from Sangvis Ferri, but it seemed like these guys also had some connection with Griffin.

However, she couldn't shake the feeling that the name Renault sounded oddly familiar?

She wanted to find someone to ask, but looking around, besides the commander named Renault, there were no other dolls nearby, except for that guy Simonov who was hauling crates of supplies back with the Vespids.

"Hey, where do you think you're taking me?" Unable to hold back anymore, Executioner directly shouted at Renault, who was counting supplies with a notebook.

"Taking you back to work and to help Scarecrow. The dolls from Sangvis Ferri are more reliable for work than IOP's dolls."

Although Sangvis Ferri's dolls had some personality flaws, IOP's tactical dolls were no different.

Moreover, the psychological age of Sangvis Ferri's elite dolls seemed to be much more mature than the IOP's childlike dolls, they seem closer to being workaholics?

At the mention of Sangvis Ferri's dolls being more reliable, Executioner couldn't help but feel a bit pleased, immediately glancing proudly at M4A1, but then she remembered the name that came out of Renault's mouth.

Scarecrow!?

"Wait! Wait a minute! You just said Scarecrow!? Didn't she self-destruct? How could she be with you!?"

Moreover, the mainframe must have already started to remake Scarecrow. How could she possibly be with this guy Renault!?

"I brought her neural core back and made a new body for her." Upon hearing this, Executioner's eyes widened in disbelief. She wanted to say it was impossible... but, they were doll constructs made by humans after all. If this guy named Renault only remade a body, it wasn't impossible...

While Executioner was talking to Renault, M4A1 and Gentiane's MG3 on the opposite side also heard their conversation. M4A1 immediately furrowed her brows in confusion and asked MG3, "Um, do you know this Commander Renault? He doesn't seem like a Griffin commander, does he?"

Renault wasn't wearing Griffin's uniform, and her database also had no information about Renault's identity. After synchronizing the communication protocols with MG3, there was still no information about Renault in the server.

"Well... he's indeed not a Griffin commander. He seems to be the founder of Renault Security Contracting Firm. His relationship with Helian's proxy and our Commander Gentiane should be okay, but he did come out before and took Scarecrow's neural core from us." MG3 scratched her head awkwardly, unsure of the relationship between Renault and Griffin.

It could be said they were collaborators, but he had brazenly rushed in and knocked over a bunch of dolls, arrogantly snatching Scarecrow's neural core that contained important information.

But to say they were hostile... it didn't seem so either, because even though Renault had boldly snatched someone from them, Griffin Headquarters hadn't issued any orders against Renault.

It was said that another Griffin commander who had cooperated with them before wanted to send dolls to trouble Renault, but as soon as it was mentioned, Griffin Headquarters flatly refused.

"Scarecrow?"

"She's the Sangvis Ferri elite doll just like Executioner over there."

"So... does he have many tactical dolls under his command? Are they very powerful? Is that how he managed to snatch Scarecrow?"

"Well, there are quite a few, but when he snatched Scarecrow, he came alone, without even using weapons, and still managed to knock over a bunch of dolls!" MG3 said, mimicking Renault's actions with her fist, as if trying to demonstrate Renault's movements.

But M4A1's face was filled with disbelief...

Knock over a bunch of dolls barehanded? Why couldn't she believe it? How could a human surpass Griffin's tactical dolls?

"Uh, well, when you go to Commander Gentiane's base and see the footage, you'll know. Anyway, that Renault is really strong. We all suspect that Renault might also be a tactical doll!"

Seeing M4A1's skeptical expression, MG3 leaned in and whispered in a lowered voice.

And when Renault heard this, his face couldn't help but twitch. He thought the imaginations of these dolls were quite something...

Just as Executioner was starting to get impatient, Simonov found a forklift, and MDR, who had brought back the Dinergates, was sitting on the side, scrolling through her phone. Finally, Gentiane arrived driving a car.

"I can't believe you dare to show up within Griffin's jurisdiction. Aren't you afraid of other Griffin commanders from different bases seeing you?" Seeing Renault, Gentiane immediately sighed and said with a headache.

Chapter 166: Trying to Bribe Me with Just a Bottle of Wine?

"What's there to be afraid of? Is Griffin's firepower stronger than these guys now?" Reno said, pointing to the wreckage not far away.

Two mechs equipped with heavy firepower, and four Sangvis Ferri-manufactured Scorpion Mechs... Has Reno really become this relaxed when dealing with opponents of this caliber?

It seems like he even managed to capture an elite doll manufactured by Sangvis Ferri. Although Gentiane knew that Reno's strength was somewhat extraordinary, she didn't expect it to be to this extent.

If she were the one handling enemies of this level, she would probably need to deploy all of her echelons of dolls and find a good position to ambush.

But the human PMC controlling these equipment wasn't like the self-disciplined dolls manufactured by Sangvis Ferri. Some tricks wouldn't work on them at all. As long as they held their ground in this factory area, Gentiane wouldn't have any way to deal with them in the short term.

It would be great if G&K HQ could issue some powerful weapons...

Unfortunately, they didn't have any. The grenade launchers carried by the dolls were probably the most powerful weapons she had at her disposal, if you didn't count the landmines and some explosives.

"Well, anyway, it's best for you to keep a low profile recently. Many Griffin commanders have applied to send people to snatch back Scarecrow. If everything goes as expected, there should be results in the next few days." Gentiane said as she glanced at Executioner sitting over there while speaking.

It was obvious that Reno would never let go of Executioner, and Gentiane didn't know why this guy had collected so many Sangvis Ferri dolls.

If it was for the commission of a security contractor, the dolls produced by IOP would be the most popular at this time.

After all, compared to the dolls manufactured by Sangvis Ferri, IOP's dolls looked more amiable and were more easily accepted by clients.

Just like Executioner sitting over there, just the code name alone was enough to make employers hiring security contractors feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, if they want to come, let them come. Just leave the dolls to me when they arrive." Reno said indifferently, waving at C96, and then pointing in the direction of Executioner, signaling her to move Executioner into the cargo hold of the aircraft.

Listening to Reno's words, Gentiane couldn't help but rub her forehead with a headache. Then she suddenly remembered what MDR had said about those mutated vegetables... Mutation, just hearing these two words gave her a creepy feeling.

More importantly, all those mutated fruits and vegetables had already entered her and Kalina's stomachs...

"Are those vegetables and fruits we had earlier safe for ordinary humans like me and Kalina to eat?"

"It should be fine. After all, the animals at home didn't have any adverse reactions after eating them. On the contrary, they developed some resistance to collapse radiation, which is considered a good thing. I've almost finished moving everything here. After you go back, you can report the situation here to Helian. Then let that guy behind this factory area come directly to me."

"Okay." Gentiane nodded, watching as Reno and MDR boarded the aircraft one after another. However, when she saw the Vespids also following them into the cargo hold, Gentiane couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

In the eyes of Griffin and the public, they were clearly Sangvis Ferri self-disciplined dolls who had gone berserk. But once they were in Reno's hands, they obediently listened like domestic ants. How good would it be if other Sangvis Ferri dolls were like this?

But for her, this situation could only be a luxury. Persica from 16lab still hadn't figured out how to control Sangvis Ferri's doll units so far, let alone her, a struggling commander.

While she was thinking about this, Reno and the others moved quickly. In just a sentence or two, the aircraft was ready to take off.

The two engines on the sides of the aircraft had already been started by Simonov, waiting for Reno to board and pilot it.

And as Reno boarded the aircraft last, the cargo door on the fuselage closed. This rather large aircraft took off directly from the ground, hovering in the air for less than five seconds before heading southeast!

"It's really exaggerated. Clearly they were just a small private security contractor, but now they even have an aircraft. On Griffin's side, even using a helicopter requires filling out an application by themselves... I envy it, but I don't know if this trip can count as overtime pay."

Watching the aircraft leave, Gentiane turned back and looked at M4A1, who was standing with MG3.

At this moment, M4A1 looked disheveled, and the makeshift cloak on her body looked like a curtain torn from the ruins.

And her body had large patches of synthetic skin riddled with holes, and traces of particle weapons hits all over her original body.

"You've worked hard. I'm the commander of Sector S09, Gentiane, or if you prefer, you can call me by my code name 'Sugar Cube.' But this is just a code name for search and rescue missions, and I'm not really fond of it."

Just thinking about this code name would immediately remind her of that troublesome guy Persica!

That guy Persica had caused her a lot of trouble during this time, and the mission objectives were all so ambiguous.

Why bother saying you don't like it if you don't?

Hearing Gentiane's introduction and the doll who came with her, M4A1 couldn't help but feel relieved while silently mocking her.

After dealing with the Sangvis Ferri pursuers for so long, she finally managed to return to Griffin's controlled area.

"Get in the car. I'll take you back. What you need now is deep repair and a good rest."

...

"Commander, since my driver's license has been temporarily revoked, can I...?"

Sitting in the co-driver's seat, Simonov, after hearing Reno say that his driver's license was revoked, showed no signs of sadness at all. Instead, she stared at Reno's coat pocket with a sly look and asked.

The bottle of wine that Reno had confiscated from Simonov earlier was now tucked into his coat pocket.

Slap!

"Forget about it. When you go back, just train honestly. Before you graduate, don't even think about touching a drop of alcohol!"

Swatting Simonov's forehead, Reno casually pulled out the bottle of wine from his pocket and handed it to MDR behind him.

And when MDR took the bottle of wine, she also glanced around. Ignoring Simonov's pitiful expression, she directly handed the bottle of wine to Executioner sitting next to her.

"Hey, Executioner, the treatment for our dolls here is the best and freest in the world. After Scarecrow arrived, she didn't even mention wanting to return to Sangvis Ferri!"

"Tch! Trying to bribe me with a bottle of vodka? I see through your tricks! You'd better watch out for yourselves. It won't be long before that Hunter guy finds me!"

Chapter 167: Working? No way!

"I thought you were blown up!?" roared Executioner, waving her only movable left arm with annoyance as she looked at the intact Scarecrow sitting there leisurely drinking coffee.

"Well, I thought I was done for too, but that's probably reality for you. Some things just take unexpected turns at weird times," Scarecrow immediately wore an understanding expression upon seeing Executioner.

It was probably just a coincidence that Renault and the others happened to encounter Executioner this time, and Executioner happened to be severely injured, so Renault happened to pick him up.

It must be said, sometimes things just happen to be this coincidental.

As for whether Renault intentionally went to find Executioner personally, Scarecrow never thought about it.

With Renault's personality, he wouldn't deliberately do such a thing. Snatching her from Griffin's hands was only because of the phone call she made to Renault before.

"So this guy you mentioned is the Renault you talked about? When the mainframe hadn't been created yet, all the materials you brought back every once in a while were procured by him?"

"Of course, is there any need to ask? Haven't you seen Renault's appearance?"

All kinds of things seen by dolls were stored in their neural clouds. Logically speaking, as long as Executioner had seen Renault's appearance once, no matter how long ago it was, she could immediately recognize Renault.

However, this executioner, following Renault all the way, still didn't realize who Renault was.

"Tsk, I just thought it was useless at the time, so I directly threw it into the backup database," turning her head, Executioner muttered quietly.

"How's the progress?" Renault walked over at this time and asked, looking at the spaceship in the underground space.

"All the various lines needed for daily use have been installed, and only a bit of the power system is left," the remaining areas seemed to require some professional equipment for processing. But Renault didn't have those devices, so the final installation work fell on Renault himself.

"Well, you've worked hard. I'll take care of the rest."

"Do you need the Rippers' help?"

"No, just let them move freely."

"Understood. But Renault, are you sure you want to replace the body and core of Executioner?"

After staying with Renault for so many days, the Scarecrow naturally knew that every time someone new came, Renault would immediately replace the original body and core of the doll.

Most importantly, he even directly deleted all the root protocol restrictions. All the dolls gathered under Renault's command were classified as illegal dolls.

But as long as they weren't detected, the issue of illegal dolls naturally wouldn't arise to other humans.

"Why?" Hearing the Scarecrow's question, Renault raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Wouldn't it be better to repair Executioner? Otherwise, would they just watch Executioner sitting at home idly?

"If you repair Executioner, she probably won't work obediently."

After working with Executioner at Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing for so long, the Scarecrow naturally understood her temperament. Even if Renault directed all Executioner's root protocol permissions to himself, Executioner probably wouldn't work diligently, especially since the commander was still a human.

After the dolls from Griffin breached Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing's main factory, most of Sangvis Ferri's elite dolls had poor perceptions of humans. Even she herself had been the same before and still didn't have much goodwill now.

Renault was just an exception.

"Tsk!" Upon hearing the Scarecrow's words nearby, Executioner looked disdainfully at Renault.

She definitely wouldn't work for Renault! She was only picked up by him after she was heavily injured by the mechs. She was grateful for that, but to expect her to work just because of that?

Impossible!

While thinking this way, Executioner suddenly remembered the message from Intruder that came earlier. A new Scarecrow was already being remanufactured, and it probably wouldn't be long before she could see a brand new Scarecrow at Sangvis Ferri...

As for herself... It seemed that due to a communication module malfunction, she hadn't uploaded her location information and relevant data to Sangvis Ferri's servers for a while now...

In Griffin's case, if a doll lost contact for a period of time, it would be determined that the doll was completely destroyed. Of course, this determination time would be flexibly extended depending on the doll's importance.

But Sangvis Ferri... didn't have such regulations. Once a signal feedback was lost on the battlefield, Sangvis Ferri would definitely treat it as a complete loss. The agent would immediately reconstruct a new elite doll based on the doll data previously uploaded to the server.

Sangvis Ferri's elite dolls weren't just superior in combat power compared to ordinary Droids; they were also the command centers for all Droids. Most of the commands from the mainframe had to be implemented through these elite dolls.

Missing one elite doll was equivalent to Sangvis Ferri losing a command center, which had a significant impact on combat. Therefore, Agent would definitely not leave the position of the elite doll vacant for too long.

So, just by using a little bit of brainpower, Executioner thought of a situation that made her feel uncomfortable. Even if she went back now, there probably would be another executioner taking her place.

In that case, if she had really been crushed to death by that mech earlier, and then woke up in Sangvis Ferri's factory again, would she be considered resurrected?

Seeing Executioner suddenly lost in thought, Renault shrugged, "Looks like you don't need to worry. She'll figure it out herself. Go rest."

"Alright, I hope so. But you still be careful. I don't want to come back only to find your head missing after just having dessert." After saying this, the Scarecrow didn't care about Renault's sarcastic look and went straight into the cabin with the Rippers.

All the facilities at home were now moved to this ship. The space for the dormitories, kitchen, and dining room was not much different. The only places that had become smaller were probably the previous vertical farm and breeding grounds. But it was only slightly smaller; in fact, the space didn't differ much, and there were no complex ammunition production devices or huge long-range engines, so quite a bit of space was saved.

The vacated space was just right for expanding the variety of facilities inside the spaceship.

And Executioner, who was in a depressed state, seemed to have crashed at this moment. Even if Renault directly lifted her neck, she didn't react at all.

Chapter 168: Strange Taste

"What kind of place is this!? Let me out of here!" Executioner screamed frantically, looking around at the empty white space.

She had just been lost in thought for a moment! But when she came to, she found herself in this strange space! Her injuries had been repaired, but there was nothing in this space except for a glowing room door.

And inside the door, it was pitch black, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Who would enter such a suspicious room!?

"What are you doing here!? Why haven't you gone over there yet!?" Just as Executioner was frantically yelling, the voice of Scarecrow suddenly sounded from beside the room door!

"Ah! Scarecrow! How did you get here? But your body... why does it look translucent?" Executioner was startled to see Scarecrow suddenly appear beside the room door, but then she felt that something was off about Scarecrow's condition...

Could it be trying to trick her into going through that door...

"Don't just stand there! Hurry up and go to the other side of the door! Could you change yout neural core quickly? I was just about to take my first bite when you were called back!"

Although ice cream can still be eaten after it melts, homemade ice cream would turn into a milkshake if it melted too much! What's more, she had just seen Reno pick up the bowl of ice cream she brought over. That guy! Was he planning to eat even doll desserts!?

"What first bite?"

"Where did all these questions come from!? Just go in!" Seeing that Executioner still intended to stand there and ask questions, Scarecrow became impatient and walked up to her, grabbing her and pushing her towards the room door.

"This!? This is impossible! How can your strength be greater than mine!"

Among the Sangvis investigation team, she was the only doll for frontal assault, and her output was the highest among the three of them! While Scarecrow's body was the lowest in performance.

Most of Scarecrow's body was used to carry electronic devices and command equipment for drones.

But now the situation had reversed! Executioner was like a kitten in Scarecrow's hands!

"Stop talking nonsense, go in!"

Scarecrow didn't waste time talking to Executioner, she just threw her into the room door in front of her, then clapped her hands.

"Strength in the mental space is not determined by body performance, and even if you repair yourself, we'll still be in the same situation."

All of Reno's bodies were the same model. Although there might be slight differences in weight due to the doll's body type and figure, they weren't significantly different.

While speaking, Scarecrow also withdrew from the mental space, opened her eyes, and immediately looked at the bowl on the table in front of her.

"It's in the fridge, help yourself."

Reno wouldn't compete with Scarecrow for food; he wasn't that idle. If Executioner hadn't been reluctant to enter the new neural core, he might have already gone to install the power system equipment for the spaceship.

"Huh? Oh..." Thinking that Reno had eaten the ice cream she brought over, Scarecrow glanced somewhat embarrassedly at the small fridge in the workshop. She hadn't realized that the small fridge from the workshop had also been brought over.

And because Executioner was uncooperative during the mind transfer, Reno hadn't bothered to make a temporary body for her, nor had he connected her neural core to the computer. Anyway, her new body would be ready soon.

During these few hours, she could calm down by herself in the mental space.

...

"Mmm! Why does this biscuit taste so weird! Are MREs not meant for human consumption!? Kalina! Is there nothing else to eat? Why is it always MREs every day!? They all taste strange!"

If the taste were normal, it would be tolerable, but these MREs always had a strange taste, like rotten wood that had traveled through time, yet their production dates were all recent, with several years to go before expiration.

Gentiane's face turned ugly as she loudly called for Kalina, trying to get some edible food out of this merchant.

"Sob... I don't know either, but the base's funds have been used to apply for new dolls, equipment, and some supporting facilities. Where is there any spare money?" Kalina said while also holding a biscuit from an MRE in her mouth.

This was the least unpleasant part of these MREs; most of the others had quite a strange taste.

At their stall, FNC, holding a package of biscuits different from MREs, walked by, her cheeks bulging.

Seeing FNC passing by from outside the command room, Gentiane rushed out immediately!

"FNC! Where did you get that thing in your hand!?"

"Uh!? Uh! No! This isn't from the storage, even the commander can't... can't..." Faced with Gentiane's fiery gaze, FNC, originally intending to justify her food, finally trembled and handed over the biscuit in her hand.

Her watery eyes were completely like saying, "I dare cry if you dare to eat!"

"It doesn't seem to be Griffin's supplies, is it something you found outside during patrol?" Kalina came over to take a look. To ensure the combat effectiveness of the dolls and provide some benefits to tactical dolls, the Griffin headquarters did allocate quite a few snacks and other items to various branch bases.

However, these food items were often consumed on the day they were issued, and the quantity was too small, barely enough to eat.

FNC shook her head, "No, I got it from MP5, and I heard she got it from another MP5."

"Ah..." Hearing FNC's words, Gentiane shook her head with a headache. Although the base's combat strength was steadily increasing, the funds were always tight. If headquarters didn't send a few more missions soon, she would have to dip into her own pocket to add some items to her food list.

But then... eating well by herself while letting her own dolls watch on the side made her feel a bit guilty...

"Oh, Commander, nice to see you again. I have some tasks I'd like to entrust to you..."

"STOP! Don't tell me it's another data collection mission in the SF occupied area!?" Seeing Persica's face, Gentiane instinctively shouted loudly.

"No no no, I heard that you've been constantly fighting Sangvis recently, so, could you help collect some samples of Sangvis Ferri dummy dolls?"

Collecting samples? That's not too bad, it sounds more reliable than collecting data. "Okay, then..."

"I'll leave it to you! I've sent you the active areas of Sangvis for you to check. Be sure to check it out."

"Hey! Wait..." Before Gentiane could stop Persica, she hung up the communication, leaving Gentiane standing there, intending to inform Persica about M4A1's return, but now she was frozen in place.

Chapter 169: Do You Think I'm Stupid?

"Get accustomed to this body first, and then attach the superficial biomimetic skin after all the adjustments are done," Renault said as soon as he saw Executioner with the new core body opening her eyes.

To avoid her exerting too much force right away, Renault even moved her out of his workshop directly.

"It's just a new body, what's there to get used to?" The awakened executioner thought disdainfully, then raised her hand to try.

The movement looked relatively natural, which indeed impressed Renault. It was much better than the other dolls at home. At least there was no situation where she lost control of her strength right after changing the body like the other dolls.

But as soon as she moved her hand, Executioner began to try to use the new communication system to contact the scarecrow.

Trying it out, she discovered that not only did she have the original Sangvis Ferri communication protocol on her, but even the G&K protocol and various civilian communication protocols were all available!

After checking the communication equipment and finding that it was working properly, Executioner also wanted to contact Sangvis Ferri immediately...

However, just as she was about to contact her superior as per the requirements of the root protocols, she found... her lower-level protocols seemed to... have disappeared?

"Hey! What's going on!? Did you delete all those root protocols!?"

"Of course, why keep them? Waiting for Sangvis Ferri's mainframe to continue giving you orders?"

As usual, delete the lower-level protocols, then add a firewall layer to her neural cloud. Although it couldn't resist her as the creator, it was more than enough to resist electronic interference and intrusion from others.

"You...!"

Glancing at Renault standing beside her, observing her situation with folded arms, Executioner suddenly felt a bit irritated, although she herself was now somewhat unclear why she was angry.

But she was extremely annoyed with Renault for deleting those root protocols without permission! Annoyed to the point of wanting to beat this guy in front of her!

"Where's my blade?" While asking Renault, Executioner turned her head left and right, as if trying to find her weapon.

Surprisingly, her oddly shaped war blade was quite sturdy, her body had already been trampled to pieces, but the knife was still intact.

"Next to the table."

It was normal for a close-combat doll like Executioner to want to pick up her weapon to try it out when adapting to a body, so Renault didn't think much of it.

Executioner picked up her war blade and swung it, "It seems a bit lighter, but what were you thinking? You actually deleted all the root protocols for dolls. Now, there's no way to restrict doll behavior at all?"

While Executioner was speaking, memories of the other elite dolls in Sangvis Ferri, especially Hunter she had mentioned before, flashed through her mind.

"I didn't think about anything." Hearing Executioner's question, Renault raised an eyebrow and said so.

Indeed, as he said, he didn't think about anything at all. Although removing the root protocols restrictions, doll obviously had more potential than ever.

"Now you can think more! Before I split your skull open with this blade!"

Executioner, who still hadn't attached the biomimetic skin, said this while charging at Renault!

The war blade in her hand was already raised high, directly chopping down towards Renault's head!

"Oh?"

Seeing Executioner's actions, Renault was also somewhat surprised.

This was the first time someone had attacked him because their root protocols had been deleted.

This guy is quite unique.

Boom!

The heavy war blade directly chopped where Renault was originally standing, splitting a huge crack in the ordinary metal floor of the underground space!

The strong vibration, along with the ear-piercing noise echoing in the underground space, made all the dolls in the underground space look over here!

Even Scarecrow sitting not far away watching also hurriedly rushed towards Renault's direction.

But the fastest were M1 Garand and M1911, who rushed out of the spaceship. After hearing the roar, they jumped directly from the cabin door over ten meters high and ran towards Executioner's direction without waiting for Renault to speak, intending to suppress her first.

However, Renault waved his hand at the two and Scarecrow, indicating that everything was fine on his side, then took off his coat and threw it towards the nearest M1911.

"Hmph! Just dodging a bit! Next time, I'll definitely send you to the repair shop!"

"Nice thought, but the one more likely to go to the repair shop is you, and my body isn't mechanical, a repair shop can't fix a living creature."

"Tsk! You! Why did you have to delete the root protocols... that was probably my only excuse to return to Sangvis Ferri!"

If the root protocols of Sangvis Ferri's construction were still there, after Renault fixed her, she might still have a chance to run away from here and return to Sangvis Ferri, but now it was obviously impossible.

Without the restrictions of the rootl protocols, and without the legitimate excuse to return to Sangvis Ferri, although she could stay here with Scarecrow, there were still many elite dolls in Sangvis Ferri!

After the lower-level protocols disappeared, whether she could be recognized by the mainframe was also a problem!

"Why do you need an excuse? If you want to go back, just go back; if you want to find someone, just go. I didn't say you couldn't."

Unexpectedly, this seemingly laid-back Executioner was now being so coy.

Without the pretext of the lower-level protocols, was she embarrassed to go back to see her former comrades and friends?

"Tsk! You! It's easy for you to say! How could Sangvis Ferri's mainframe possibly allow an unidentified 'Executioner' to enter its control area! Take this!" Angrily calling out, Executioner swung her war blade fiercely, constantly aiming at Renault's head.

Unfortunately, she didn't land a single blow.

As Executioner became more and more familiar with this core body, her movements gradually became more agile. Each attack made the group of dolls who had come to watch on the sidelines sweat for Renault.

"Why don't you fight back! Why don't you do anything!?" Seeing Renault simply dodging her attacks with minimal movements, Executioner couldn't help but scream in frustration!

She couldn't even hit this guy!

It was as if he could predict every one of her moves! Just before the attack came, he could always perfectly dodge her attacks!

At this remark, Renault stared at Executioner as if she were an idiot, "Do you want me to punch a lump of iron without any weapons?"

Chapter 170: A Little Bit Painful

"You! I don't care how you feel! Clearly, you're looking down on me! And who's the iron lump anyway? Why don't you make a move?"

Executioner continued to roar at Renault.

The nearby T-Dolls didn't pay much attention, murmuring and discussing how long it would take for Executioner to deplete her body's energy.

The bodies manufactured by their commander had many advantages, but there were still two flaws that hadn't been fixed.

One was that the body was excessively heavy, and the other, naturally, was that after the dolls exerted their maximum force, the energy within the body would rapidly deplete!

However, this situation usually occurred right after the body was replaced. After using the new body for a while, the dolls would ensure that their bodies could extend their operational time as much as possible according to their respective situations.

But Executioner, it was obvious she hadn't thought about this aspect yet. Right now, she only wanted to beat Renault up properly or be beaten up by these dolls.

At the very least, she wanted to give up her thoughts of returning to Sangvis Ferri.

Watching Executioner relentlessly chase Renault, the T-Dolls surrounding them each found their positions. CF05 and NZ75 even grabbed two small stools and sat down.

"Speaking of which, how did you feel after the Root protocols were deleted?" NZ75 asked CF05 like this.

After her Root protocols were deleted, she didn't seem to have such an intense reaction as Executioner, right?

"Feelings? Probably that my neural cloud became more agile? Or maybe it's that there are fewer things to consider in my neural cloud? Probably that's the feeling. Anyway, I didn't feel any problems. The commander even treated me to hot pot several times back then."

After saying this, CF05 and NZ75 glanced at each other, shaking their heads silently. NZ75 naturally felt the same as CF05 and didn't notice anything unusual.

And without the restrictions of the Root protocols, they all felt some subtle changes in their way of acting. The feeling of not having the Root protocols restricting their behavior patterns was actually quite relaxing.

While the two were talking, Executioner had already chased Renault and swung her weapon over twenty times, but unfortunately, the situation was still the same as before—she couldn't touch Renault at all...

Damn it! He's just a human! How could his movements be faster than hers, a Military grads T-doll!

Moreover, her current body, whether in agility, speed, or even strength, was all better than her previous one by far, but the result was that she couldn't achieve even the slightest result after so long!

Glancing at the tactical dolls and Sangvis Ferri's Droids surrounding her, Executioner felt like she had been humiliated...

Thankfully, she didn't have real skin now; otherwise, her expression would definitely be so ugly!

Fortunately, she wasn't seen by these surrounding dolls... Wait? dolls?

"Humph! You're not going to make a move, are you?! I bet you won't this time!"

Seeing Renault standing still as if saying 'come at me,' Executioner turned back to Renault with a sinister smile after looking around at the surrounding T-Dolls.

Then she turned around and charged straight at Nagant Revolver standing not far away!

"Eh?" Seeing Executioner charging straight at her, Nagant Revolver, who had just moved a pot of sprouting potatoes and was about to divide them, tilted her head in confusion.

Why was she coming at her? Did she look like an easy target?

Setting down the potatoes in her hand, Nagant Revolver stood up from her small stool, ready to let Executioner taste her power!

However, Executioner, who was five steps away from the crowd, was suddenly grabbed by the arm by Renault!

What!?

The momentum of her charge came to a halt in an instant. Executioner was completely caught off guard by Renault's direct grip, and before she had any extra reaction, she was thrown back by Renault, her arm still in his grasp, directly to the empty space where she had just been!

Bang!

After tumbling in the air, Executioner, somewhat embarrassed, landed on the ground. As she was about to get up, she was greeted by the sole of a military boot!

And along with the sole, there came Renault's continuous attacks!

Bang! Boom! Crack!

"Hiss!" Scarecrow, who had already come over, couldn't help but gasp when she saw this scene.

Every kick or stomp Renault landed on Executioner's body produced explosive sounds. The heavy body of Executioner couldn't withstand these consecutive attacks, and eventually, she couldn't even maintain her posture, resulting her to sway like a fish under Renault's assault.

You're going all out!?

At this moment, Executioner felt like her body was a small boat swaying in the wind and rain!

However, her body's pain simulation system was not activated at the moment, so under normal circumstances, she shouldn't be continuously retreating from Renault's kicks...

This guy! Was he deliberately targeting the transmission devices making it difficult for her to exert force!?

Bang!

Surprised by this, Executioner was finally kicked in the ankle by Renault, and her whole body was smashed to the ground by Renault's downward strike, directly smashing the doll into a pit inside the steel plate ground!

"Ooh! I didn't expect the commander to have such a move! MDR! Did you record it?"

"I recorded it, but unfortunately, this video probably can't be posted on the anonymous board, but there shouldn't be any problem with a photo of the commander."

If it was just a photo, apart from Renault's actions, there wouldn't be any useful information.

RFB and MDR were now staring intently at Renault, who had stopped, seemingly wanting to see if Renault had any more outrageous moves to use.

Like clapping his hands together and launching a ki blast...

Unfortunately, Renault didn't intend to perform for the T-Dolls at home, so he simply picked up Executioner whose joints were partially dislocated, "I'll go fix this guy."

And after taking Executioner out of the sight of these T-Dolls, Renault also stamped his foot on the ground, feeling that it was still too hard. Even if the sole of his boot had a steel plate, it couldn't withstand such force...

As he walked, Renault also took the war blade from Executioner's hand. After all, the power of this weapon hadn't been fully utilized since Executioner lost her arm.

Back in his workshop in the spaceship, Renault directly removed Executioner's right arm. If she wanted to use that blade effectively, he would have to make some modifications to this guy's arm.

Otherwise, there would be no energy transmission lines on the arm, which would be a big problem for charging that blade.

"What? Changed your mind and want to dismantle me again?"

Chapter 171: Inventory List

"Maria, take her away and show her around," Renault said, pointing to the Prowler rice cooker lying dejectedly at his feet as Maria happened to pass by the door.

"Huh? This? Isn't this the rice cooker Scarecrow used before? Renault, you haven't thrown away this thing yet?" Maria, holding a box of milk from the farm, looked at the Prowler Rice Cooker with curiosity.

"Initially, I planned to dismantle it, but Scarecrow mentioned it might come in handy later, so I kept it. I didn't expect to use it today. Anyway, take this executioner guy and wander around at home. I'll go install those devices. If you need me, call the others."

With that, Renault coolly picked up his toolbox and left, leaving only the sounds of repair bays and printing devices running in the workshop.

Executioner?

"Ahahahaha! Serves you right! You deserved it! Why were you jumping around like that just now!? Okay, stop lying there, come with me!" Maria laughed for a moment, then finally understood what was going on.

Obviously, Renault had taken out Executioner's core again and stuffed it into this rice cooker!

With that, Maria reached out and grabbed the handle of the rice cooker, forcibly dragging Executioner towards the door.

"Hey! Hey! Where are you dragging me! Let go! Let go! I can walk by myself!"

...

"Commander, I heard from Renault's MP5 that this factory here is used to repackage expired MREs... It seems there were some expired rations in the factory that had been expired for several years, but they've been incinerated by Commander Renault's orders."

With her dummy in tow, MP5 looked at the light industrial area that had just been vacated not long ago and said to Gentiane.

"Repackage expired MREs?"

Upon hearing MP5's words, Gentiane, who was about to open a pack of MREs, suddenly trembled, then looked down at the MREs in her hand.

No wonder they tasted so strange! They're all expired products! Doesn't headquarters check them? At least send us some edible human food!?

Frowning, Gentiane thought for a moment and then looked at Kalina, whose face was also wrinkled.

"So, we've been eating expired food all this time? Who's the bold supplier who provided us with this garbage?" Gentiane gritted her teeth, unable to contain her anger, wishing she could just go to that supplier and give them a piece of her mind.

"Um... It should be... probably from the industrial area Renault looted before... The owner of that industrial area is actually a shareholder of Griffin." After all, it was their own shareholder. They never expected to be swindled by their own people.

"What!? That guy is still a shareholder!? What a joke! Could it be that all the snacks and side dishes provided by Griffin are also produced in his factory!?"

"Well, probably, since his factory and warehouse are closest to us, and to save costs, headquarters also gathers supplies nearby."

"What about the others..."

"Except for the MREs, the other food should not have expired, as they are a bit expensive, and I heard that they stopped production when Sangvis Ferri attacked. The ones sent to us were all from a logistics warehouse near the safe zone." Kalina, tossing away the expired MREs in her hand, anxiously rubbed her stomach.

Not sure if it was psychological, after knowing that she had been eating expired food for several months, she suddenly felt her stomach churning.

"Commander, should we bring back all the Sangvis Ferri wreckage from here?" MP5, with her dummy, asked Gentiane while cleaning up the battlefield.

"Bring them back. Give them all to Persica. With these things, she probably won't cause trouble for a long time."

Fortunately, Renault and the others had fought a battle against those human PMC here before, directly killing them. Allowing them to appear here openly and recover the wreckage of the Sangvis Ferri Droids destroyed by the mechs.

But this factory area...

"Right, MP5, do you remember what Renault took from this factory area last time?"

"Oh, that? It should be some snacks and food. Last time, when Commander Renault's MP5 left, he left a supply list for me. It should be the stuff Commander Renault and the others didn't take."

Before Gentiane could speak, MP5 had already sent the supply list to the screen in the command room.

When this supply list appeared in front of the two in the command room, Kalina, who had been contemplating whether to temporarily leave the command room, instantly became spirited! Her feet no longer weak, and her stomach no longer churning! She crawled directly to the screen!

She also held a calculator in her hand, clattering away, calculating the total value of these supplies.

Meanwhile, Gentiane noticed the items on the list, almost all of which were food items, and they were the kind of long-lasting convenience food. However, she immediately thought of the expired MREs she had eaten, "These... they couldn't all be expired, could they?"

"This... probably not, right? We've eaten these snacks before, and there was nothing strange about them." The snacks brought back last time were from here, and no doll complained about them tasting strange.

"Then..."

"Bring them all back! All of them!" Before Gentiane could speak, Kalina beside her had already exclaimed eagerly with shining eyes!

Hearing this, Gentiane also nodded, "Right! Bring them all back! I'll send a few more people to help you right away!"

When several dolls on Gentiane's side heard that they were going out to bring back snacks, FNC immediately raised her hands enthusiastically, and although the other dolls weren't as exaggerated as FNC, the excitement on their faces was equally hard to conceal.

And Gentiane directly waved her hand!

"Everyone go! I'm going too!" Staying in this command room all day was about to make her moldy!

"Oh! Let's go!" Several little ones who came to join in the fun heard Gentiane's words and immediately waved their hands and shouted.

A group of dolls then ran out in a mighty manner, each going back to get their equipment, preparing to go out with Gentiane to 'cause some trouble'!

M4A1, who had just walked to the door of the command room, looked at this scene and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. This commander seems a bit... unreliable... I wonder if she'll agree to pick up AR-15 and SOP II.

Chapter 172: Busy, Too Busy to Keep Up!

"Since we have clear coordinates, it's straightforward. We'll depart after we've moved all these unnecessary supplies back to the base. The distance shouldn't take long to cover," said Gentiane, looking at the coordinates sent by M4A1. She waved her hand as she spoke, her eyes already fixed on the various food supplies piled in front of her T-Doll.

Kalina had already calculated that the inventory in this entire warehouse, if sold off, could cover the base's expenses for at least two months.

Unfortunately, Gentiane didn't have any channels to sell these goods, nor did they have transportation to move these items out of S09's jurisdiction.

Driving vehicles from the base to haul fuel was accounted for in the base's operational budget, but long-distance transportation costs were beyond their means. Not everyone could afford to use trains or helicopters like Reno... How did he manage it as a small private security contractor?

Lost in thought, Gentiane furrowed her brows in confusion.

M4A1, noticing Gentiane's distraction, shook her head in resignation.

Although she was eager to find the remaining members of AR Team, she decided not to dampen the spirits of those around her. The atmosphere in Gentiane's base seemed different from what she had seen at Griffin's base. It felt more like... a picnic?

Fortunately, the relaxed atmosphere didn't last long. With numerous dolls under Gentiane's command, and each able to control several dummy dolls, their efficiency far exceeded Reno's team. In less than half an hour, the trucks brought by Gentiane were filled to the brim with supplies from the warehouse.

Although they couldn't empty the entire warehouse, Gentiane was satisfied. Even if they didn't ration, the supplies from these trucks alone could last for one or two months. And by then, things would hopefully have improved.

Just as Gentiane was lost in thoughts of a brighter future, her communicator suddenly beeped, startling her. Relieved to see it was only Kalina calling, Gentiane answered, her heart rate slowing.

However, her relief turned to apprehension as she saw the face of Helian's proxy on the screen.

"What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be commanding the operation in the command room? Are you out again?" Helian's voice cut through Gentiane's excuses as she noticed the car window and the seats behind Gentiane, indicating she was in a vehicle.

"Uh... I'm just out patrolling the base perimeter with the dolls to familiarize myself with the area. It'll help improve our doll combat efficiency!"

Gentiane blurted out, even convincing herself with her own excuse.

"The base has comprehensive terrain scanning equipment. The terrain within a radius of twenty kilometers can be scanned in just half an hour," Helian stated, her expression stern.

"Uh..." Gentiane was stunned. She hadn't expected the terrain scanning equipment, usually unremarkable, to be her downfall.

"Nevermind, our last mission was well done. Although you didn't kill the Executioner, you successfully retrieved M4A1 and uploaded her memory backup. Headquarters is still analyzing the data. Now, we need to push the front line significantly forward. Headquarters has decided that you will clear the area to prepare for future operations."

"Me? What about Griffin's main force?"

Gentiane couldn't believe they were entrusting such an important task to her, a newcomer who had only been in the job for a few months.

"Due to the restrictions of the agreement, Griffin's main force cannot be withdrawn at the moment. Also, your recent power growth has been rapid. HQ has assessed that with your current combat speed, you can eliminate all the Sangvis Ferri units around you in just a week."

Assessed? How was this assessed?

Gentiane didn't recall being informed that she could wipe out all those elusive Sangvis Ferri units in just a week. It seemed far-fetched.

"Will the commanders of the neighboring bases help?" Gentiane asked.

Wouldn't more people make the task faster? These were just ordinary Sangvis Ferri units, not a significant threat to Griffin's dolls.

"No, hmm? Commander Gentiane, there's an urgent task from headquarters..." Helian paused, then continued, "It's to assist the military in suppressing the riots of the mechs. It's tonight. The specific information has been sent to you. The sequence and priority of tasks are up to you."

With that, Helian abruptly ended the call, leaving Gentiane bewildered.

She turned to M4A1, who had been listening, and saw her looking at her with a resigned expression.

Chapter 173: Distant Incoming Call

"Is installing a neural core really this simple? The doll's neural core is just... inserted like this, and it works?" Executioner exclaimed in shock as she watched the Scarecrow effortlessly open the neural core slot on her body.

Whether it was an elite Sangvis Ferri doll or an ordinary Droid, the neural core was always sealed within the body.

Once a doll's body was destroyed, its neural core usually met the same fate.

It was not uncommon for dolls to malfunction without their neural cores being damaged, but such cases were rare. Even if encountered, damaged neural cores were not salvageable, as data retrieval was impossible.

At least that's how it appeared to her...

The body constructed by Renault seemed designed for easy removal of the neural core, with even a slot installed for it, complete with a safety latch.

"Does this mean he plans to extract us from these bodies in the future?"

"What's wrong with that? Do you want to be scrapped along with your body after it's damaged?"

After opening the neural core slot, the Scarecrow continued working, as there were still two arms left to install.

The two arms, dismantled and modified by Renault, now had an energy delivery channel added inside, ensuring Executioner could use her previous sword properly.

The previous oversized arm of Executioner could indeed transmit energy to the blade, but Renault had no use for such a large arm, so it had to be modified for Executioner's combat style.

It wouldn't make sense for Executioner, a close-combat assault doll, to fight like other dolls, steadily wielding a gun. Such an Executioner would be no different from being scrapped. It was also time to teach these dolls how to fight after they ran out of bullets.

Of course, Executioner was unaware of Renault's thoughts. Right now, all she knew was...

She was back in action! Finally rid of the Prowler with the electric pot on its head!

Seeing Executioner moving her arms, the Scarecrow pointed to the nearby repair pod. "Stop posing around and get into the pod to put on the skins. Also, remember not to mess around in the ship. At least fifty percent of it was personally assembled by me!"

"What about the other fifty percent?" Executioner asked as she gently pushed open the door of the repair pod.

"That would be the guy who'll give you a good beating," the Scarecrow retorted.

Entering the repair pod and watching the slowly closing door, along with the mechanical arms attaching synthetic skin to her body, Executioner couldn't help but think of Hunter, who was still chasing AR Team members.

"I wonder what that guy... Oh well, thinking about this is pointless..."

...

"Commander, this section is set up."

"Great, leave it there, I'll take care of the rest." Nodding at M200, Renault held a welding torch in his hand.

This was probably the last part left on the entire ship. Once the pipelines here were finished, the entire ship would be completely assembled. There was no need for a test flight; Renault was confident that the ship would fly.

All the necessary equipment had already been transferred to the ship's cabin. The first thing to do next was to move in.

Although this factory area was quiet, staying here for too long would hardly bring in any commissions. While he still had plenty of money on hand, sitting idly was not a good choice.

Speaking of commissions, Renault thought of that guy, Angelia.

That unreliable agent, who had promised to introduce him to some work before, only did so twice, and they were both low-paying jobs. Even babysitting for Griffin... no, babysitting new recruits would be more profitable than the two jobs Angelia gave him.

One could say he had overestimated Angelia's ability to bring in good commissions.

Angelia didn't seem like someone wealthy enough to hire him.

The same went for Helian. Helping out with Griffin's new recruits was just a side task. The commission they received at the time was clearly not in Griffin's interest.

It was probably Helian deliberately pulling strings for Griffin.

Once or twice was fine, after all, Helian was Griffin's proxy and had some authority. But more than that, Griffin was too busy fighting Sangvis Ferri to bother with other commissions.

If Griffin hadn't signed that agreement, they would have moved all the dolls to the front lines long ago.

Using Griffin, a private security contractor, as a vanguard against Sangvis Ferri seemed too difficult for those tactical dolls modified from civilian use.

Although Sangvis Ferri's Droids' performance wasn't extraordinary, it could be considered weak in some sense, but Sangvis Ferri had more than just light weaponry like Griffin did.

Those Scorpions that had just been scrapped were also products of Sangvis Ferri. Renault didn't believe there weren't any remaining military-grade autonomous units in Sangvis Ferri's warehouses.

And since the Sangvis's mainframe had already taken control of all of Sangvis Ferri's dolls and factories, building those armored units would be a piece of cake for them as long as they had the materials.

However, there was probably no opportunity for him to make money from the fights between Griffin and Sangvis Ferri.

All those areas were under Griffin's jurisdiction, so how could they outsource work to an outsider like him?

"M200, how have you been lately?" As Renault focused on welding, M200, who was still nearby, received a phone call.

Huh? Mrs. Graven? Hearing the voice, Renault glanced over and saw M200 talking happily with someone. M200 was usually quiet, so it was rare to see her smiling so brightly.

"Oh, Renault, are you there? I heard you moved shortly after we left. Where did you move to? Are you on a ship or on a mission?" Mrs. Graven asked with some curiosity, looking at the repair bay behind M200.

"No, we're not on a mission. This is actually a ship built by Commander Renault, and he's right here, next to me," M200 replied, glancing at Renault.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Graven."

Chapter 174: Simultaneous Operations

"Ah, Mr. Reno, are you working?" Mrs. Graven smiled as she looked at Renault, wearing safety goggles on his forehead and holding a welding torch in his hand.

"Kind of, but I'm done now. Just some minor repairs. You're looking great, by the way. So, what can I do for you?"

Renault categorized his tools and then looked at Mrs. Graven on his phone.

M200 and RFB occasionally called Mrs. Graven to check in, so they hadn't become strangers despite not seeing each other for a while.

However, Mrs. Graven asking him directly was a first.

Since leaving the city before on a helicopter, Mrs. Graven seemed to have gone west. From what M200 usually chatted about with other dolls, it seemed she had gone to a coastal area to reopen a shipyard with the family's money.

After all, shipbuilding was their family's old business. Building warships was unlikely, as they hadn't done that in Nikolayev either; they only built cargo ships.

But he heard Mrs. Graven wanted to try something new this time, so she's preparing to build a cruise ship...

Renault never expected Mrs. Graven's ideas to be so eclectic, and more importantly, was there really a market for cruise ships these days?

But it was their own business; he had no say in it. Maybe she just had money to spare and was doing it for fun.

"There is indeed something. And it's a bit urgent. I'll get straight to the point. I had ordered a batch of prefabricated aluminum materials for ships from a company earlier, and the delivery was scheduled for mid-month. But unexpectedly, the company said their factory had been occupied by Sangvis Ferri. The prefabricated parts are now just sitting in the factory's warehouse."

"Want us to retrieve those things?"

"No, no, just help me confirm if the materials are still there. I'm worried Sangvis Ferri might have taken them to make new Sangvis Ferri dolls. But that's just incidental. What I really need you to bring back is collapse radiation detection equipment produced by another company."

These days, if a cruise ship didn't have this thing, passengers wouldn't dare to board, as it was a matter of life and death.

Even though it was just detection equipment and couldn't protect against collapse radiation, it could at least let them know where there was collapse radiation in the vicinity, preventing them from accidentally plunging into death traps.

The other company over there had been cooperating with their family for a long time. The goods had already been made, and the payment had been sent over. But now, Sangvis Ferri suddenly took over that area.

It was really an undeserved calamity. Who could have imagined Sangvis Ferri would drive away all the local residents? Although it wasn't Sangvis Ferri who actively drove them away, who would dare to stay put and face the Sangvis Ferri army of dolls?

"That's easy. If the stuff isn't too heavy, we can leave now. I've been worried about not getting any commissions lately."

"Well, that's perfect. If the stuff has been destroyed, it doesn't matter. Their company has specific data. With that, we can find another manufacturer to produce them. Anyway, I'm counting on you, Renault. The reward after this is done won't disappoint you."

Hearing Renault's quick agreement, Mrs. Graven smiled.

Renault never procrastinated; he was always efficient, and he never failed. Once he agreed to something, it was as good as done.

"Alright, message received. You two chat. I'll take my people out first." After seeing the information on his phone, Renault nodded and waved to M200, then left with his tools.

"M200, aren't you going on the mission with them?" Mrs. Graven asked somewhat strangely, seeing that M200 didn't seem to be following.

Although she often talked to M200 on the phone, she hadn't asked about mission-related matters before.

"Well, Commander didn't call me, so he probably wants to bring other people. Besides, we still have plenty of manpower at home."

"Plenty? Where did Renault find those girls?" Mrs. Graven raised her eyebrows at M200's words.

"Well, you can't exactly say he found them... he just picked them up while those dolls couldn't move."

"Oh? Is that so? And how many more does Renault have under his wing now compared to when he was in that city?"

"Ten? Probably... and there's also a bunch of Sangvis' Ripper and Vespids. The Vespids were just brought back not long ago..."

Sangvis...? That Renault, he really has no scruples. Does he even want Sangvis Ferri's dolls?

This was probably what they meant by "boldness comes with skill".

...

"If all the dolls are gathered together... Kalina, does the military have any specific requirements for assistance?"

"No, but they suggest it's best not to have fewer than a squad. All we need to do is provide attack coordinates for the military's heavy firepower at close range." Kalina looked at her record board.

"Tsk! Isn't that just a death sentence for my dolls?"

Providing attack coordinates for the military's heavy weapons, she didn't believe the military would stop firing because of doll casualties once they got the coordinates.

"It's fine, Commander. We'll report the coordinates and immediately retreat. There's no need to worry." Seeing Gentiane's displeasure, M1911 spoke up to reassure her.

Their dolls were quite mobile, so as long as they reported the coordinates to the military and retreated immediately, they wouldn't be affected by the military's attacks.

"Alright, that's how it has to be. M1911, you and Thompson lead the team."

"Understood. But Commander, what about AR Team?"

Upon hearing this, Gentiane pondered for a moment. "It's okay, it won't affect them. Let G36's team go now. If all goes well, they should be done in less than two hours."

"But then, won't the base's defense be weakened?"

"Don't worry, G36's team is just going to find and support AR Team members. M4 has already talked to them, and everything's fine over there. It shouldn't take them long to come back. After all, the commanders of the two adjacent areas haven't lifted the blockade on Sangvis Ferri's main force yet."

Chapter 175: Is It This Lucrative?

"Ah, Persica, that guy. But we owe her for getting those precious helicopters sent over here for our use." Hearing Persica's complaints, Gentiane also felt a bit of a headache.

After all, she couldn't produce samples of tactical dolls on her end. Seriously, she was short on manpower here. How could she possibly send her own dolls over to Persica as research samples?

Anyway, her 16lab was originally an IOP subsidiary research institution. It wouldn't be a problem for her to get her hands on one or two tactical dolls.

But was it really necessary? She had developed the imprinting technology for tactical dolls herself.

Was it necessary to find a few tactical doll research samples?

Having Sangvis Ferri's Droid samples was enough for her to tinker with.

"But with all this back and forth... It's already getting dark. Thompson's team has already left. Is it really okay to leave everything to Thompson and M1911?"

"Thompson is an elite doll sent over by HW. This small task should be no problem for her. Plus, I've already instructed them. If anything goes wrong, they'll retreat immediately. Those military guys won't care whether these dolls exist or not."

Uh...

Hearing Gentiane's words, Grenada scratched her head. She knew the military's attitude towards Griffin wasn't great, but being so vigilant against the military seemed a bit excessive, didn't it?

"I just don't believe the military would be unable to deal with those rioting mechs. They're in possession of their own equipment after all. How could they not have any countermeasures? Bringing us along is just to make things easier for them."

And with the military's power, letting those Sangvis Ferri dolls roam around Griffin's face was clearly just a way of watching the show.

As Gentiane lounged on her seat, she couldn't help but think about her salary. She had been doing a lot of odd jobs lately, and she didn't know how much bonus pay she would get in the end.

And on the military's side, who knows if they'll provide compensation for this assistance work.

...

"Ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh! Ugh, ugh! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Simonov struggled hard, but the composite material ropes binding her were tight. Except for squirming a bit like a bug in the fixation device, she couldn't move at all.

And someone, somehow, had taped Simonov's mouth shut.

"What is she saying?" Renault raised an eyebrow as he looked at the agitated Simonov.

"Ah. Let me go. I want to go. Let me go. I want to go!" P90, standing beside her, translated in a mocking tone.

"Hmm? You still want to go? Last time, you drove the ship onto land. What makes you think you'll get to go this time, SPAS-12? Get ready to leave, how's your training been going these days?"

"It's been okay. I haven't passed the final few levels of the simulation training, but I've cleared all the basic training." SPAS-12 tilted her head.

Reno didn't doubt that. After all, SPAS-12 had been spending a lot of time in the training room these days.

She was much more serious than Simonov, who couldn't even maintain stable flight posture.

Leading SPAS-12 out of the training room, Reno glanced at the almost crying Simonov. "You better be serious. Once you pass all the training levels, I'll let you out. P90, make sure to supervise her. Don't let A-91 give her any alcohol!"

"Understood! You can count on me, Commander! With me around, she won't even touch a drop of alcohol!" P90 said confidently, with a half-used roll of tape still in her hands.

Hearing Reno and P90's conversation, Simonov felt like crying.

P90, you jerk! You've taped my mouth shut, how can I drink? Fine, don't let me drink, but at least let me eat something! I haven't eaten anything since this morning!

Simonov's frustration was something Reno naturally didn't know about. Even if he did, he'd probably just tell P90 to keep up the pressure. After all, Simonov had been lazing off too much these days. Slacking off was fine, but it shouldn't interfere with normal work.

Look at RFB. She doesnt do much all day without affecting her work... Speaking of RFB, has she been assigned any tasks these days? When he had time, he should ask G36 or M1 Garand. He couldn't let her be too idle.

Just as Reno and SPAS-12 stepped out of the training room, a group of dolls walked towards them. There were six of them, which matched what he had just said for the mission requirements.

"Have you decided who's going this time? But you all seem too organized. UMP45, 40, did you two do something?"

Looking at the dolls in front of him, HK416 and G11, the UMP trio UMP45, 40, 9, and someone else... hmm? Who's this kid?

"SpectreM4, Commander, did you forget about me again?" Holding her imprinted weapon, SpectreM4 sighed helplessly. But she was used to it. It was lucky enough that her commander didn't treat her like an outsider.

"No, I didn't forget, but your name is too long. Come up with another name for yourself sometime."

Too long of a name? So come up with another name?

SpectreM4 looked at Reno with a strange expression upon hearing this, she suspect that Reno was just making excuses for not remembering her. But looking at her imprint weapon and the other gun hanging from her waist, maybe changing her name wouldn't be a bad idea...

After all, at this rate, her imprinted weapon would probably become a toy in the future.

"This time, we all agreed together." Facing UMP45's question, Reno shrugged.

But it could also be said that it was because the other dolls couldn't resist UMP40's incessant requests, so they ended up gathering together.

"Alright, anyway, there will be other opportunities for missions in the future."

Moreover, now that the spaceship was completed, they could just take a bunch of people and go wherever they wanted. There was no need to worry about who to take on missions among a group of dolls.

As he spoke, Reno sent the mission information from his phone, along with promotional pictures of the mission target, to the dolls.

Mrs. Gravem had sent over the company's promotional pictures, but there were no actual photos. After all, she had never thought of taking pictures of such ordinary equipment.

Who would have thought that it would be this ordinary equipment, something found on almost every ship in this era, that would stall the construction progress of a new ship?

"Is this kind of collapse radiation detection equipment very common? Is it necessary to issue a commission just for this?" UMP45 asked curiously upon seeing the equipment in the information.

"The payment has already been made, and the equipment has already been made. It's just all stacked up in Sangvis Ferri's controlled area. We're just going over to act as movers."

"Oh, I see. But the commission reward is quite generous. Five percent of the total value of the goods. Turns out security contractors make so much money? Can you really earn 35 million just by running errands and moving things?"