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Chapter 176: Unidentified Object

"Is it okay? Before we moved here, the usual reward for a commission was about this amount," SPAS-12 didn't feel anything special; there were quite a few commissions before they moved here.

And because of their strength, the employers wouldn't default on commission payments.

"Oh! I didn't expect commander to be wealthy!?" UMP9's eyes lit up as she looked at Renault.

"What wealthy person? If I were wealthy, would I need to rely on commissions to eat?"

With more and more T-Dolls in the house, feeding and providing them with pocket money every day, plus the expenses of going out for procurement, he hadn't saved much money.

It was only recently that the vertical farm and livestock farm had shown some progress; otherwise, the frequency of his outings for procurement would have increased several times.

"So are we going directly to the factory the employer mentioned?" Sitting in the pilot's seat of the aircraft, SPAS-12 put her weapons in a non-obstructive place behind the seat and asked Renault.

The information Renault had just sent over included Mrs. Graven's mention of the factory that produces collapse radiation detection equipment, as well as a nearby aluminum processing factory. Now that they were ready to depart, SPAS-12 naturally wanted to ask if Renault had any other plans.

"No, let's not go there first. Let's return to the previous city and find out the situation from the people at that company first."

"The company? Voula Optical Equipment? It doesn't sound like a well-known company. Could it just be a shell company?" UMP45 fastened her seatbelt, somewhat puzzled. She had never heard of such a company before.

"It doesn't have to be a well-known company. It's just a collapse radiation detector. Many factories can manufacture it. The technology for detection equipment has long been made public."

With the equipment, one could immediately manufacture detection equipment by finding the design diagrams online.

"Are you worried that the company is hiding something?"

"No, you're overthinking it. We're just going to get the keys or passwords to their warehouse. This company seems to have a good relationship with the Graven family, so there's no need to blow up their warehouse when moving things."

Blow up... Even if they didn't blow it up, there were other ways to open the door, right? Was Renault exaggerating like this?

HK416 pondered Renault's words with a strange expression, then, as if she had remembered something, she pulled out the commission information Renault had just sent over and took another look. She hadn't paid attention to the factory area photos in the previous read-through. Now... it turned out that the factory area ahead was not their destination; the thing behind that looked like an military fortress was their destination!?

Who uses an military fortress as a warehouse!?

After the surprise, HK416 suddenly felt Renault's actions were very necessary. Although she didn't know when that fortress-like place was built, or how sturdy it was, just the large chunks of concrete made her feel helpless.

This kind of old-fashioned military fortress was definitely not easy to blow up. Even with their aircraft, it was definitely impossible for them to do such a thing.

"Huh?" G11, sitting next to HK416, was about to find a comfortable position to nap against HK416's shoulder, but she noticed something dark moving outside the porthole of the aircraft...

Shh!

It seemed like the figure outside noticed G11's gaze through the porthole and quickly raised their hand, gesturing to G11 not to reveal their presence here.

"Commander, shall we take off now? I've been playing in the training simulator these days... cough, I mean, undergoing rigorous training!" SPAS-12 said, about to start the aircraft's engines.

But before she could finish speaking, Renault's hand chopped down on her head. "What about the pre-flight check?"

Although the aircraft had been maintained since their return, the pre-flight check before takeoff was still necessary.

It was one thing for Simonov to forget, but how could you, who have undergone 'rigorous training,' forget?

How could you take off without checking when there's such a large unidentified object on the wing?

"Um, this, I'll check right away!" Seeing Renault's stern gaze, SPAS-12 immediately came to her senses and started the aircraft's self-diagnostic program.

As soon as the diagnostic program started, it immediately flashed a warning with red lights, simultaneously displaying a video of the figure crouched on the outer hull.

"Commander, there's Executioner on the wing." Before SPAS-12 could say anything awkward, G11 preemptively called out to Renault.

"Okay, I know, don't be awkward, open the hatch and let the person in." Renault had already noticed Executioner approaching stealthily, it was just to test how well SPAS-12 had learned in the training simulator.

After all, she wasn't a professionally trained pilot who had undergone long-term training, and the training levels related to pre-flight checks were only in the most basic levels. It wasn't unreasonable for her to forget.

"Hurry up and come in." Seeing Executioner's complicated face at the hatch, Renault urged.

Hearing Renault's words, Executioner, who had originally planned to turn and run, remembered their destination and reluctantly walked in.

With the unidentified object, Executioner, onboard, the aircraft's self-diagnostic program passed smoothly.

SPAS-12 also breathed a sigh of relief and started the two engines.

Following the normal takeoff procedure, she lifted the aircraft into the air, then immediately turned and flew towards the city they had spent some time in before.

...

"Come on, sit down! Spin around for me to see!"

The obedient Dinergate, upon hearing the command, sat down neatly in front of Viktor. Then, its two chopstick-like legs cooperated with each other and, somewhat clumsily, started spinning around on the ground.

"Ahahaha! What a clever little fellow!"

Seeing the Dinergate obediently performing such a cute action as he instructed, Viktor immediately laughed and lifted the Dinergate up.

"Alright, alright, childish or not, you're not young anymore, why are you still so fond of these things?" Andrei, who had draped a towel over his bald head on the side, saw Viktor play with the Dinergate tirelessly and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Huh? Am I childish? Didn't you also keep a Vespid in your doghouse? Ha, I don't know who it was, but these past few days, someone has been inquiring about modifications for T-Dolls. Those natural rubber products are not cheap here." Viktor squinted, casting a sidelong glance at Andrei as he muttered.

"Cough... well..."

Chapter 177: Unable to Stop the Momentum

"It looks like there hasn't been much change from before."

Watching the city gradually approach, SPAS-12 remarked with some nostalgia.

After being away for such a long time, there was always a feeling... umm, like coming back to one's own territory?

"Don't be silly. What do you mean nothing has changed? Can't you see the extra weapons and equipment on the barricade and quarantine walls?"

Where did you learn all this? You didn't pick up anything useful and instead learned all this nonsense?

"Cough, cough, I see it, I see it. I only said that because those weapons didn't react at all to our presence."

Now the aircraft was only a few hundred meters away from the barricade, and those weapons still didn't show any movement. Obviously, Renault's phone call had just taken effect.

He just didn't expect that, originall that since this city was so close to the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing Headquarters, there would be some changes due to Sangvis Ferri, but now it seems that Sangvis Ferri's mainframe didn't seem to have invested too much power here.

Glancing at Renault's expression and seeing that he didn't blame her, SPAS-12 breathed a sigh of relief. Living in the Red zone for a long time made her unintentionally lax.

But there were only a few guards on the barricade, even fewer than when they left.

And when Renault called Viktor just now, this guy actually said he could handle the entry into the city.

Has he been promoted? Or did he replace the original mayor?

Although there was some doubt in his mind, Renault wasn't worried about the weapons on the barricade posing any threat to them.

None of those things were for air defense; they were all for attacking ground units.

At most, there were a few anti-aircraft machine guns, and attacking their aircraft would be like tickling them.

The landing spot was not the factory they rented from Yuri at the beginning. The space in front of that factory couldn't accommodate the current aircraft.

So Renault just had SPAS-12 fly directly to Viktor's headquarters where he had been before. There was still a decent amount of empty space next to his unfinished building, which was perfect for parking the aircraft.

Renault's aircraft, which looked completely different from military helicopters, did not cause any waves when flying over the city.

One reason was that it was almost dusk now, and few people would look up at the sky and contemplate life at this time.

Second, SPAS-12 wasn't flying slowly; from entering the range of the barricade to hovering over the empty space next to Viktor's headquarters, it only took a few seconds.

Plus, the aircraft's noise was almost negligible, so it was normal not to be noticed.

Just as Renault saw Viktor waving below, Viktor below was also waving while feeling amazed.

"Wow, this is incredible! Renault hasn't been gone for even a year, right? He left driving a car, and now he's back flying an aircraft!"

And this thing looked very advanced; military aircraft didn't seem to have this kind of flexibility.

"But I haven't heard much about Renault's news during this time. He only showed up at a weapons exhibition in the west a while ago." Andrei also nodded, although he knew Renault was extraordinary, he didn't expect him to be able to get hold of an aircraft like this.

While the two were talking, the aircraft had landed steadily, and Renault jumped out of the cabin first, followed by UMP45 and her team, and finally SPAS-12, who pulled the hesitant Executioner down.

"Why are you being shy? You don't need to talk to anyone, what's there to hide?"

The aircraft would stay here and wouldn't be stolen, not to mention they were going to that optical equipment company soon.

"Huh? It seems like they're all new faces... Renault, did you change your team?" Seeing UMP45 and HK416 walking out with Renault, Viktor asked somewhat surprised.

Only SPAS-12 was a familiar face, and all the other dolls were strangers to him.

"No, they just didn't come with us this time. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so help us get a car. Do you know the location of Voula Optical Equipment Company?" Renault raised his eyebrows, looking at Viktor and the Dinergate at his feet.

"Of course I do! There aren't many people left in this city now, and Voula Optics is also a well-known unlucky guy in the city. I know their address." With that, Viktor called for two cars and personally drove Renault and his team towards the location of Voula Optical Company.

"When did you start keeping Dinergate?"

This Dinergate had the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing paint scheme, but its weapons were removed.

"This was when Sangvis Ferri attacked here before. But that attack was sparse and quickly dispersed by reinforcements from Statesec and the military. This Dinergate was picked up when my men went to recover materials from the battlefield."

As Viktor spoke, he maneuvered through the streets with several people in the car. Executioner who was sitting in the car wasn't as tense as before and looked out of the window at the neon lights.

She was only worried about being recognized as an Sangvis Ferri doll at first, but after being pulled down by SPAS-12, she realized that she wasn't wearing the same clothes as before, and her appearance wasn't widely known.

Or rather, few people knew what she looked like. Plus, there seemed to be many Sangvis Ferri droids in this city, most of which had their command authority altered by humans.

But there were still ways to gather all those droids.

Of course, Renault would definitely not let her do that. She was now under everyone's noses... There were also two dolls with the same prototype as her, and if they really fought, they would probably be suppressed in minutes.

"But there seem to be a lot fewer people in this city?" SPAS-12 also spoke up.

Although the buildings on both sides of the street hadn't changed much, the number of pedestrians on the street was significantly fewer than when they left.

"There's nothing we can do about that. Although Statesec and the military quickly dispersed all the Sangvis Ferri droids that attacked here last time, they still suffered an attack from Sangvis Ferri. And coupled with the fact that the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing Headquarters is not far from here, many people are worried that Sangvis Ferri will come again and have moved away. At that time, the scene was like a big... oh, we're here. This is the Voula Optical Equipment Company."

As Viktor said this, he saw a three-story building on the side of the road and immediately braked, but the braking distance was a bit long, and he almost hit the lamppost in front of him.

Bang!

But Andrei, who was driving behind, wasn't so lucky. Even if he braked to the fullest, he still smashed Viktor's car's taillights.

Chapter 178: Mission Objective

"Hiss! How strange! This car usually runs fine. Why couldn't I brake today?"

As Renault led several people into the small building of Voula Optical Equipment Company, Andre also disembarked from the car, rubbing his bald head. He surveyed the two damaged cars with a headache.

The collision wasn't significant; they could repair these minor scratches themselves. The critical issue was the brakes. He had just replaced the brake pads on these two cars a few days ago.

However, when he turned around and saw the deep tire tracks left by the two cars on the road, he couldn't help but squint in frustration.

"Is it really necessary? I only transported five dolls. Sangvis Ferri's droids aren't even this heavy, right?" Andre muttered to himself, perhaps only he knew what he meant. Meanwhile, Victor was inside the building shouting for someone.

"Vola! Where are you? Lenny! Guests have arrived!" Victor didn't regard himself as an outsider and immediately began shouting upon entering.

Whether the people he called heard him or not, the HK416 and G11 behind him were all startled by this sudden outburst.

Shortly after Victor's voice sounded, footsteps came from the lobby upstairs. A disheveled man hurried to the railing, staring wide-eyed. After seeing Renault and his team, he opened his mouth as if unsure what to say.

But judging by his suddenly pale face, could it be that he mistook Renault and his team for creditors coming to collect debts?

"Vola! Get down here now! Mr. Renault is looking for you for a serious matter!" Victor frowned and shouted, noticing the man. After all, the man looked unkempt all over, as if he hadn't cleaned himself in half a month.

"Hehe, Renault, don't mind him. That's just his personality. He's as timid as a mouse, unlike his old man."

Victor was quite familiar with this guy, as he had been constantly approaching him over the past month or so, trying to contact reliable security contractors or mercenaries through the black market.

The location of Vola's subcontracting factory had become Sangvis Ferri's territory not long ago.

Originally, Vola's old man couldn't bear to abandon the goods in production, so he left the company here, found a small security contractor, and went to their subcontracting factory. It had been several months now.

There was some news in the previous months, but since a month ago, there had been no news at all. That's when Vola came to him, running back and forth every few days.

Unfortunately, besides Griffin, no security contractor dared to face Sangvis Ferri head-on.

No security contractor was willing to rush into Sangvis Ferri's control zone and face the thousands of Sangvis Ferri droids.

Even Griffin didn't take on this commission, let alone other security contractors.

Of course, Griffin's refusal to accept Vola's commission was also because they couldn't offer more money.

The funds of Vola Optical Equipment Company had long been invested in production. The remaining funds could barely hire some small security contractors, but Griffin... honestly, they couldn't afford the price that would catch Griffin's attention.

Griffin wasn't doing charity. How could they rush into Sangvis Ferri's control zone for something that was worthless to them?

"Well... if it's about debts, could you give us some time...?" As soon as he came down, Vola stuttered to Renault.

Hearing this, Renault waved his hand helplessly. "I'm not here to collect debts, but it's almost the same. Mrs. Graven entrusted me to retrieve the collapsed radiation detection devices stored in your factory warehouse. You haven't forgotten the Graven family's order, have you?"

"Eh? Eh!? Mrs. Graven!? Really!? Are you really going there!? Can you... can you help us find my father? He should be in the subcontracting factory!" Excitedly hearing Renault's words, Vola's timid eyes lit up, and he asked Renault eagerly.

"Hmm? I can, and if it's convenient, I'll bring him back, but you better not get your hopes up too high. You should know that place is now Sangvis Ferri's territory." There was a possibility he might have already met with misfortune.

"So, let's not talk about this and that. Quickly give me a spare key to your warehouse, or I'll have to figure out how to blow open your warehouse when we get there." He couldn't help but admire this guy's old man.

To think of placing the factory warehouse in the abandoned Military Fortress, that was a bit too cautious, wasn't it?

But it might also be because the rent for that Fortress was relatively cheap?

This possibility wasn't nonexistent, just less likely.

"Alright! Alright! I'll get it right away!" Excitedly, Vola rushed back upstairs. In a few seconds, he came back with a magnetic card inscribed with a series of numbers and symbols and handed it to Renault.

"Okay, got it. Just wait at home for news. Hopefully, we won't need this thing." If Old Vola were still alive, they wouldn't need to open the warehouse door themselves.

After saying that, Renault waved his hand directly and led a group of dolls out of the building.

Victor was also a bit surprised. Seeing Renault, who was the fastest to leave, already opening the car door, he quickly ran out and got into the car.

As for Renault, who got the key, naturally he wouldn't stay here any longer. Although Mrs. Graven didn't explicitly say it when she called, her expression showed some concern.

As for these devices... they were probably just something to bring along on the way. The real reason Renault was asked to help retrieve them was probably Old Vola.

Really, why not just say what's on your mind? Was it necessary to beat around the bush?

If it was just moving stuff, he could take his time, but now it involved the lives of Mrs. Graven's acquaintances.

Being a bit faster wouldn't hurt. He didn't want the reputation he had maintained for so long to be ruined because of delays in action on his acquaintances' part.

"He's always so efficient. No matter what the task is, he's always so quick about it." Watching the departing aircraft, Victor shrugged, while Andre had already taken out his repair tools, intending to remove the front and rear of the two cars and replace them with new ones.

"Isn't this a well-known fact? But looking at Renault's aircraft, it seems like it can carry quite a lot. Should we ask Renault to help us transport some goods? Land transport prices have increased by ten percent recently."

Chapter 179: Questions

Victor and Andre focused on the aircraft, while Renault remained oblivious. If he knew, he probably wouldn't refuse; as long as there was money to be made, he'd be on board.

Of course, the condition was that the transport process wouldn't pass through heavily fortified anti-air defenses or attract missile attacks due to the cargo onboard.

"Commander, these drones are so annoying. I never knew these little things could be such a nuisance. Can't we just shoot them down?"

SPAS-12 asked impatiently as she watched the dozen or so drones circling the aircraft.

Although she had switched the aircraft's identification code to Sangvis Ferri's, these drones seemed unfamiliar with such a large Sangvis Ferri unit that could fly. The identification code had just been authenticated, but the subsequent visual confirmation was stuck.

These drones hovering in the area kept circling around the aircraft.

They didn't attack, but they didn't leave either. They just kept circling the aircraft, and by now, it had been nearly ten minutes.

"Why don't you send them control signals yourself? If you don't want to be distracted, just let those dozing guys behind help," HK416 suggested. It was clearly not worth wasting a bunch of cannon shells on a few insignificant drones.

So, before coming out, all of G11's gaming consoles were forcibly left at home by HK416. With nothing else to do besides dozing off, there was no point bringing them along.

And it seemed like she had infected the several T-Dolls inside the cabin, as besides Executioner, all the others were either sleeping or looking out the window with furrowed brows, just like G11.

"Uh... Executioner, can you help?" SPAS-12 smiled and gestured outside to the drones.

"Huh?" Hearing someone call her, Executioner snapped out of her daze and looked in the direction SPAS-12 pointed. She immediately spotted the drones circling around.

"This is..." Seeing the drones and comparing the terrain outside with the data in her database, Executioner quickly recognized where they were.

"Isn't this...? How did we end up in Hunter's operational area? How did you know I wanted to come out to find her? And how did you know this is..."

"What are you thinking? You probably didn't even bother to read the mission data you received, did you? Not far ahead is Vola Optical Equipment Company's factory. If you want to find someone, you'll have to wait until we get the stuff and make the handover."

Upon hearing Executioner's surprised voice, Renault didn't want to say anything more. After all, he hadn't invaded Sangvis Ferri's servers; how would he know this was Hunter's operational area?

"Uh... Well..." Hearing Renault's words, Executioner was momentarily stunned, then sighed helplessly.

Forced by circumstances, she had no choice but to relent... Where did this guy Renault come from? How could he, as a human, render her, an elite Sangvis Ferri doll, helpless? Was he living in a novel?

As she pondered, Executioner also took action. Not physically, but mentally, she established contact with the drones circling outside the aircraft like headless flies.

With Executioner, an elite Sangvis Ferri doll, in control, these drones, which had been jumping back and forth between successful and failed identity verifications, suddenly calmed down and obediently flew alongside the aircraft on both sides or behind it.

"Now you should be able to directly contact Hunter, right? Since this is Hunter's operational area, Sangvis Ferri's signal transmitters probably cover this area."

"I can." Hearing Renault's words, Executioner's expression darkened. Could it be that this Renault wanted to do something through her to Hunter?

"In that case, why are you here frowning? Waiting for my approval? If you want to contact her, contact her. I'm not stopping you."

"You? Aren't you afraid I'll call Hunter over to attack you?" Hearing Renault's carefree tone, Executioner couldn't help but wonder how... how he seemed completely unconcerned about Sangvis Ferri's threat?

It was known that Sangvis Ferri had long been portrayed on the human side as a ruthless rogue force. Yet this person...

"You, too, and Hunter, are all advance combat units, right? Do you have heavy weapons? No? Or do you think those drones outside and some little Dinergates like the skirmishers can threaten us?" Renault scrutinized the Fortress, which was getting closer and closer.

Hearing Renault's words, Executioner's mind hadn't even turned a few circles before she realized that all the T-Dolls sitting beside her had already awakened, and all their eyes were fixed on her, as if they would tear her apart at Renault's command!

Faced with the stares of several T-Dolls, Executioner instinctively turned her head away, wiping away the cold sweat without a trace.

Well, with the strength in Renault's hands, Hunter probably had no way out, and this aircraft was not something Hunter or her reconnaissance units could shake.

If Hunter really came charging over, who would be delivering whom?

...

"After reaching the landing zone, deploy the formation immediately..." Standing in the command room, Gentiane, looking at the situation on the command system, calmly issued orders one after another.

Although this time was just to retrieve two members of AR Team, she still tried to maximize the destruction of Sangvis Ferri's forces whenever possible.

Although compared to the seemingly endless autonomous T-Dolls of Sangvis Ferri, annihilating a few hundred autonomous T-Dolls at a time was just a drop in the bucket, but as long as they persisted, and came every now and then, Gentiane would eventually be exhausted.

Although the number of Sangvis Ferri autonomous T-Dolls in this area exceeded the estimate in the intelligence, with a sizable contingent accompanying them this time, even if the number of Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls doubled, it wouldn't be a significant problem.

But compared to a Pyrrhic victory, Gentiane hoped for a clean and neat win... On an emotional level, she didn't want to lose her tactical T-Dolls, even though backups of their mental clouds had been made before departure...

If the T-Dolls were damaged, the new bodies would still require base funds for procurement!

"Commander, why don't we just launch an attack on those Sangvis Ferri forces directly? Our firepower is more than enough..." As Gentiane continued to issue incomprehensible orders to M4A1, M4A1 couldn't help but ask.

Chapter 180 Can't Open the Door

These Sangvis Ferri units, lacking direct command from elite dolls, quickly fell into the trap set by Gentiane, turning the encounter into an ambush.

The group of Sangvis Ferri droids hardly put up any effective resistance and were quickly wiped out by M4A1 and others.

"Most of the weapons held by the dolls are all antiques from fifty years ago..."

As a large number of Sangvis Ferri dolls fell, Gentiane explained to M4A1.

"I'm not standing in front of the command post just to watch them become wreckage. Although dolls won't die as easily as fragile humans, I still hope you all can come back unscathed, especially you, M4."

After saying this, Gentiane also relaxed in her heart. It's over. Finally, she could rest. It's not suitable for her to stay up late like this at night.

"As for the matter of the battle report..."

"Dolls may indeed not be as fragile as humans, but they can still die, and some of the weapons in the hands of your dolls are antiques from hundreds of years ago, right?"

Just as Gentiane was about to delegate the task of writing the battle report to Kalina, a man's voice suddenly sounded abruptly from the communication channel!

"Who!?" Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Gentiane suddenly felt a creepy feeling. Did someone just listen to all her battle and command orders?

"It's me, Renault. I happened to see your squad over there and thought your dolls could help with a little favor."

"Saw? And how did you recognize that they are my dolls?" Upon hearing Renault's introduction, Gentiane suddenly came to her senses.

Who else could it be if not Renault? He sounded unfamiliar just because Renault wasn't one to talk much.

"M4A1, I saw that guy. These small matters aren't important. There's a problem with one of the power transmission lines on my end. Can you send a few dolls to the substation in that city to check the situation? If they can fix it, great, if not, I'll figure something out."

Upon hearing Renault's words, Gentiane clicked her tongue in annoyance. She was already ready to call it a night's work, and now suddenly Renault shows up... Was he intentionally trying to ruin her sleep?

"Alright, but is there any compensation?"

Just checking the condition of the substation isn't a big deal, and for dolls, it might not even take ten minutes. Still, Gentiane grinned and asked Renault.

Doing unpaid work like this is not acceptable. It's already her off-duty time, and there's no overtime pay. Renault suddenly showing up... maybe she can get something from him!

"Alright, wipe that scary smile off your face. There's definitely no money, but there were quite a few things I brought over last time that might be of use to you. I'll bring some over another day."

"Hehe! How can that be possible!"

It sounds like an excuse, but in reality, Gentiane's tone was not the least bit embarrassed. "Third squad! Immediately proceed to the substation! Check the condition of the lines!"

"Roger!"

...

"Is that it? Will Griffin's commander really help?" Upon hearing the voice coming from Renault's phone loudspeaker, Old man Vola couldn't help but ask in doubt.

After all, that's the commander of Griffin. When he first came here, he also wanted the people from Griffin to help, but Griffin's asking price was too high. The funds he had left were far from enough to hire Griffin's commander to help.

In the end, he could only find a small private security contractor.

However, shortly after the communication in this area was blocked, those security contractors, under the guise of going out for help, never returned.

It's unclear whether they were killed by Sangvis or simply ran away.

"It should be fine. At least we're acquaintances, so they should help with this small favor. Even if they don't help, it doesn't matter much; it's just a wait of ten more minutes."

Old man Vola's Military Fort, where he's stationed, is not far from the city, otherwise, they wouldn't have been unable to open the gate due to the malfunction of the city's substation.

"Oh, that's good, that's good!" Hearing Renault's words, Old man Vola also breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you guys came; otherwise, I might have been trapped here forever. Thank you so much!"

"If you want to thank someone, thank Mrs Graven. She's the one who called us."

"Mrs. Graven? Uh, I guessed it was her, but rest assured, she entrusted us with making those devices, and they're all finished. We just need to open the gate to move them! If Sangvis doesn't stop us on our way back..." Old man Vola suddenly realized, then pointed to the warehouse below, full of confidence. However, towards the end, he became a bit unsure.

This is already Sangvis's actual control area. How could those Sangviss not intervene when they see humans?

"Of course not. Although Hunters

 like to set traps, they won't harm ordinary human civilians. Besides, all the equipment here is useless for battle, and Sangvis's proxies won't just come knocking for no reason." Executioner spoke up.

Hearing Executioner speak up, Old man Vola was also a bit surprised. Aren't all of them, besides Renault, dolls? Normal tactical dolls wouldn't talk to the other side without their commander's permission, especially during negotiations or situations like this.

But obviously, Executioner and those tactical dolls he's seen before are very different, and the meaning of his words... why does it feel like he's trying to absolve Sangvis?

"Who's this?" Looking at Executioner carrying a war blade, Old man Vola was obviously unsure whether she was a doll or a human.

To be precise, he's now somewhat unsure if the people in front of him are tactical dolls. From the outside, there's no trace of dolls' seams and ports anymore, and their expressions and movements during action are clearly very different from the service dolls he brought to help with work.

"Executioner, elite dolls made by Sangvis, well, they were."

What!? Hearing this, Old man Vola was shocked and jumped backward!

Meanwhile, Renault was examining the gate at the entrance of the Fort. It's quite sturdy, but unfortunately, it's done once the power's out. It can be manually opened, but Old man Vola and the two service dolls obviously don't have the strength for that.

Chapter 181 Visiting the Sangvis Base

"The main gate here originally had backup power, but when those unscrupulous guys took over this place, they directly dismantled the backup power system inside," remarked Old man Vola as Renault's gaze fell upon the massive and heavy steel gate. Had the backup power system inside not been sold off, he might have already...

Forget it, it's just wishful thinking. Even if he could open the gate, he wouldn't be able to move the equipment inside. Without transportation or security personnel, they would likely be ambushed by Sangvis's droid once they left.

He had come here initially because he was worried about those Sangvis doll, so he had spent his last bit of money hiring a private security contractor.

As expected, not all security contractors were as reliable as Griffin.

"Um... Mr. Renault, if the power lines over there can't be restored..." Seeing Renault's lack of reaction, Old man Vola couldn't help but worry. Could it be that even Renault and his team were powerless?

"Hmm? Then we'll have to open it manually. It doesn't need to be fully opened anyway, just enough to move those few pieces of equipment out, right?"

The collapse radiation detection devices ordered by Mrs. Graven were slightly larger than the personnel access doors.

Since the main gate here couldn't be opened and the equipment couldn't be moved before Sangvis occupied the area, the security contractor had abandoned the mission and left Old man Vola and the two service doll here.

When they left, they even took away the truck Old man Vola had prepared to transport the equipment...

"Manually? But..." With only about a dozen doll in total, pushing open a gate weighing tens of tons seems a bit difficult, doesn't it?

"Commander, the equipment has been dragged out. There are five in total, and the cargo hold is just about big enough to fit them all."

As the two spoke, SPAS-12 and HK416 had already dragged the equipment out of the warehouse. It was evident that the equipment had been packed and ready long before the power outage occurred here.

"Well, it's about time." Renault nodded, then checked the time on his phone. It had been about five minutes since he infiltrated Griffin's communications. This amount of time should be enough for Griffin's doll to inspect the substation in the city.

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, the lighting devices in Fort suddenly lit up, instantly brightening the previously dim space.

"Ah! It's been over half a month already, and this place is finally lit up! Mr. Renault, let's quickly load the stuff onto your aircraft and leave!" Seeing the lights come on above their heads, Old man Vola's hope was reignited. He had thought he would be trapped here until Griffin reclaimed this area.

As Old man Vola spoke, he ran towards the control room of the fort's gate. With electric power restored, the huge, heavy, and incredibly sturdy gate slowly opened, revealing Renault and his team's aircraft parked outside.

Ding!

As soon as the main gate opened, Gentiane's phone rang. "Renault, Viking says the substation has been restarted, but part of the power lines have been burned out. The power supply can only last for less than half an hour."

"That's enough. Thanks this time. I'll have someone send the stuff to you when I have the chance." With that, Renault waved to SPAS-12 and the others inside, indicating for them to hurry up.

"To be honest, 45, I didn't expect to come out this time just to be a porter. I thought the Commander was still speaking in double entendres." UMP9, pulling a cart, turned to UMP45 beside her.

"That's called having a hidden agenda. Anyway, hurry up. Be careful not to get caught in the gate when it closes suddenly." UMP45 said helplessly.

Why would a specialized electronic warfare doll like her be working as a porter here?

Hearing UMP45's words, UMP9 suddenly looked up at the tens of tons heavy gate. It's over a meter thick. If it closes on them, wouldn't they be flattened?

"Hiss!"

"Well, 45, don't scare her. I actually think this kind of work suits me better. Jobs like this, without combat, don't need to worry about anything happening." UMP40, also pushing a cart, laughed.

"Ah, UMP40, if you're setting flags now, they might come true later." Although G11 didn't understand why UMP40 was happy about ordinary porter work, she had a bad feeling.

"Huh? Flags? Isn't it frags?" UMP40 tilted her head in confusion, not realizing that she was setting flags.

Although UMP40 didn't realize her flag-setting behavior, the process of moving the five pieces of equipment into the cargo hold went smoothly, just as UMP40 had said, without any problems.

Old man Vola and the two service doll also packed up their luggage and waited in the aircraft cabin ahead of time, being ushered there by Renault.

The contract factory was nearby, and he wasn't particularly concerned about the equipment inside the factory building. None of the equipment was worth much; they were all common items that could easily be found on the market.

He had originally thought that establishing a contract factory in this area would have a small chance of encountering collapse radiation, but he hadn't expected... While the collapsed radiation was gone, this area was teeming with Sangvis's manufactured doll...

The funds he had used to purchase this factory and warehouse had completely gone down the drain... After falling under Sangvis's control, even if he could reclaim this area in the future, they probably wouldn't easily let him take it back.

Bang!

After HK416 secured the cargo crates containing the equipment, she reached out and pulled up the cargo hold door.

"It seems like this mission should be easily completed. This commission is quite different from the one I received when I first arrived." UMP40, along with the other doll, sat back in their seats in the cargo hold and spoke up.

Upon hearing this, G11, who was already somewhat worried, turned even darker.

Is UMP40 not done yet? Don't keep stacking buffs here!

"Executioner, you said you were looking for Hunter. Where is he?" Just as everyone, including Old man Vola, thought Renault was about to order his return to the city they had departed from, Renault suddenly turned back and asked Executioner, who seemed a bit down.

"You!? You're not thinking of bringing Hunter back, are you?! Did you bring me out just to attract Hunter's attention?!"

"Fly directly over there to save time. Hurry up."

Giving Executioner a cold look, he had seemed carefree before, but now he was starting to quibble over small matters?

"He's in the building next to the largest Sangvis signal generator in this area. It's currently one of Sangvis's command centers."

Chapter 182: Bullying

"Why is it like this!? This is more than just a matter of overtime now! Save your bullets! We're surrounded!"

This was outrageous! How did these Sangvis dolls manage to break through the blockade and into her jurisdiction!?

There were no signs at all, and the dolls didn't notice anything during their patrols... Fortunately, SOP II of AR Team informed M4A1 of Sangvis's movements; otherwise, she might have been taken out by Sangvis while still asleep.

"The rescue team should be back soon," said Kalina, implying that there was no need to worry too much. Although there were many Sangvis units surrounding the base, they still had some fighting power left.

There were still plenty of dolls left at home.

"If they don't make it back in time, then you'll have to lead the charge, Comrade Kalina."

Upon hearing this, Kalina's mouth twitched. She was about to say something, but suddenly remembered Renault, who had infiltrated their communications earlier.

"Oh, right, wasn't Renault near the city where AR Team needed rescuing? Can't we ask him for help?" She had seen Renault's aircraft before, so it should be able to fly over here quickly, right?

Upon hearing this, Gentiane was stunned, and the two of them looked at each other in silence, leaving the operations command room in silence.

"Why didn't you remind me of such a good idea earlier!?" After a while, Gentiane jumped up excitedly from her seat, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and called Renault immediately.

"Hello!? Renault! Are you still near that city!? Can you help us take down one or two Sangvis command centers!?" As soon as the call connected, Gentiane shouted to Renault impatiently.

On the other end of the phone, Renault immediately moved the phone away from his ear and rolled his eyes. "Command center? Why do you want to attack those things?"

"Come on, just help out a bit! We're surrounded by Sangvis here. If we don't take down the command centers, I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow! Please!" Although the situation wasn't that dire yet, if she didn't exaggerate a bit, how could she expect him to help?

Watching Gentiane speaking softly to Renault on the other end, Kalina shivered directly, feeling a chill creeping up her spine, goosebumps instantly appearing all over her body!

"Fine, if I see them, I'll help out. If not, forget it." With that, Renault hung up the phone.

Executioner, who was sitting behind Renault, listened to their conversation thoroughly, and at this moment, he stared wide-eyed. "Hey hey, you're just going to help after a few words!?"

Boom!

As soon as Executioner finished speaking, several grenades hit the aircraft's fuselage in succession, causing the aircraft to tremble and startling Old Man Vola, who was sitting in the cabin.

"This... this aircraft shouldn't be shot down, right?" Old Man Vola asked HK416 across from him with a complicated expression on his face.

"Of course not, it's just some grenades, they pose no threat to this aircraft. Just relax and wait, you'll definitely be taken back." HK416 reassured, but Old Man Vola couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing her smiling face.

"You see, this isn't just helping others, it's self-defense, right?" Renault pointed below at the Sangvis Jaegers firing grenades at them. At this moment, SPAS-12 was cruising slowly because they were about to land.

But these Jaegers suddenly targeted them.

"Alright, get ready to find your Hunter. She's currently playing a cat-and-mouse game with that tactical doll down there." Renault pointed to the two figures fighting in the distance and said to Executioner.

Although he told Executioner to find Hunter, Renault also jumped down himself, instructing HK416 to use the tank cannon in the sky to destroy the largest signal transmitter.

As long as they destroyed that thing, it would be difficult for Hunter's direct orders to reach the Sangvis droids on Gentiane's side, which would relieve the urgency.

However, just as Executioner and Renault landed one after the other, another figure followed suit.

"Hmm? Why did you follow?" Looking at HK416 beside him, Renault was really surprised. This guy didn't want to accompany G11 and instead jumped down from the aircraft, looking prepared for battle.

"The tactical doll currently fighting the Sangvis Hunter seems to be a member of AR Team manufactured by 16Lab. I just want to see how big the gap is between me and these 16Lab products." As soon as HK416 spoke, Renault rolled his eyes. Wasn't this just bullying?

Executioner, who was walking in front, heard what HK416 said and couldn't be sure whether she was going to help AR15 or not. She was currently in a mess and couldn't think of what to say when she saw Hunter.

Could she just tell her, 'I've switched sides, I'm doing fine now, you don't need to worry about me'? Or should she defect back to Sangvis right there and then?

Both choices had their risks. The former might get her scolded ruthlessly, while the latter... she would probably get beaten up badly by that guy, Renault.

However, Executioner was now somewhat looking forward to seeing Hunter's expression when she realized that she was still alive.

In the area where Hunter and AR15 were fighting, besides Hunter, there were many different types of Sangvis droids and units surrounding AR15.

No matter which direction AR15 tried to escape, they could block her, and this tactical doll who had come to delay them was now trapped!

"You can choose to keep running, but it's pointless." Looking at AR15 gasping for breath in front of her, Hunter narrowed her eyes and smirked.

"Whether it's pointless or not has nothing to do with you." AR15 touched the few magazines left on her body, then looked at the Sangvis dolls surrounding her... Escaping was probably out of the question now. Who are these people?

Click.

The crisp sound of a lighter echoed, and Renault leaned against a wall, glancing at Executioner beside him.

"Hurry up, if you have anything to say, now's the time. We're on a mission, so let's resolve any issues quickly. There are people waiting for us to deliver the goods."

When!?

The positions of Renault's trio were not far from Hunter's flank. Since Hunter had been focusing all her attention on AR15, she hadn't noticed anything unusual when Renault's trio approached.

Partly, this was because Executioner had directly controlled the Sangvis units that had accompanied them along the way, preventing them from giving Hunter any indication of their arrival.

But when Hunter heard the sound, she suddenly turned around, her gun pointing directly at Executioner standing at the forefront.

"Executioner!? What are you doing here!? You shouldn't have..."

Chapter 183: In Fact, I Didn't Die

Dadadadada!

Just as Hunter swiftly turned around, AR15 on the opposite side didn't hesitate for a moment and pulled the trigger!

The Sangvis elite doll in front of her was the commander of this area. According to the Sangvis Ferri command system, once this Sangvis elite doll in front of her was taken out, the surrounding droids would be left without command for a short time.

The distance between Sangvis units with command and those without command was like heaven and earth. If she succeeded, not only could she escape from here, but she might also obtain some crucial intelligence from these Sangvis units!

Of course, that was the plan, but AR15 had no other choice now. This was her last chance. If she didn't take down the Sangvis Ferri Ringleader called Hunter, she would definitely not make it out today!

The Sangvis units in Hunter's hands were all highly mobile types, and there were many Scouts in the sky constantly locking onto her position!

Just as she was about to ask Executioner why Hunter was here, she immediately jumped to one side, while Executioner raised her battle knife as a shield and dodged to the other side. However, even so, she still got hit by a few shots, and a different kind of pain, unlike before, instantly surged into her core consciousness.

"Why does it hurt so much!? What did you put in me!?" Hunter, who had just started a guerrilla warfare with AR15 again without caring, shouted to Renault behind her.

When she was still using Sangvis's original body, the feeling of this pain module wasn't as sensitive!

Now, this sudden pain sensation felt like someone had stabbed a hole in her body!

"It's just a normal pain module, adjusted to the same level of sensitivity as humans." The pain sensitivity of the bodies used by Sangvis wasn't high, probably only about fifteen to twenty percent of that of humans.

Moreover, most of the materials used on the surface of their bodies were bulletproof materials. Although some areas looked like human skin, they weren't as soft as real skin.

The materials used in some Griffin dolls were the same, just like the bulletproof body that MDR used back then.

But Renault's manufactured bodies didn't need that kind of material. All the components under the skin, from bones to outer armor plates, were bulletproof, so there was no need to use bulletproof materials on the surface.

That would reduce the sensitivity of this body, and it would be a waste. Moreover, increasing the perception of pain could prevent these guys from relying on the sturdiness of their bodies and charging blindly.

"Do you... really need to do this!? We're not humans!?" Touching the few holes on her body that were already oozing circulation fluid, Executioner wanted to deactivate the pain module, as it was hurting too much.

However, seeing the meaningful look in Renault's eyes, Executioner gritted her teeth and wiped the red circulation fluid on her clothes, then turned her head back irritably to look at AR15, who was escaping and fighting in the distance.

"Hey, can I go help Hunter catch that person? You won't stop me, will you?"

All these painful holes on her body were all thanks to her. It wasn't that she wanted to attract M4A1 by catching AR15, she just wanted to beat that person up and let her taste this kind of pain.

Unfortunately, all dolls could voluntarily deactivate their pain modules. It was the first time Renault had seen someone like Executioner who stubbornly refused to deactivate it.

"It's up to you, but that person won't hold out much longer. Hunter is well-prepared."

Boom!

As soon as Renault finished speaking, the battlefield erupted with explosions! AR15, who had just been engaged in combat with Hunter, was directly blasted into the air!

Thanks to the various military-grade components used by 16Lab, she was spared from being blown to pieces.

But even if she hadn't been blown into scrap metal on the spot, AR15 had already lost. While she was helplessly rolling in the sky, Hunter rushed over, swiftly snatched AR15's etching weapon, and took control of AR15.

"Tsk!" Seeing this scene, Executioner immediately frowned. It seemed like she had nothing to do now.

"Hmph, that's all you've got. It seems that the special dolls manufactured by 16Lab only have this much ability." Seeing Hunter pinning AR15 to the ground and binding her with restraints, HK416 said disdainfully.

"You wouldn't have this level of ability if Commander Renault hadn't replaced your body with a new one. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't be much different from her, right?" While HK416 was speaking, UMP45's voice sounded from the communicator.

"You! Why do you have to listen in on everything I say!?"

With a flushed face, HK416 glanced at Renault, who didn't react at all, then lowered her voice and scolded into the communicator!

Why did UMP45 have to use the communicator when doll communication protocols could suffice? Why did she have to say it out loud through the communicator?

Now not only did Renault hear it, but even Executioner, the nearby Hunter, and AR15 heard it all!?

"Yes, yes, I was listening in. It's strange, isn't it? Clearly, you left the communicator on and didn't turn it off yourself!"

Just as she was looking for a weak spot in that signal tower, the communicator of G11 kept making crackling noises, and naturally, HK416's words were heard loud and clear by everyone in the cabin.

"Uh, is Renault okay? Those Sangvis dolls down there are... so many!"

It was a matter of life and death! And they were standing out there among so many sharp Sangvis dolls. Weren't they afraid of being taken out by those Sangvis guys!?

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. His relationship with those Sangvis dolls is passable, there won't be a problem."

Listening to Old man Vola's worried words, SPAS-12 controlled the aircraft with one hand, circling around the signal tower, and with the other hand, she took out a thermos from the cup holder, took a sip, and muttered softly.

"Besides, those Sangvis guys might not be able to beat the Commander anyway..."

"Huh?"

What did you say? Can you speak louder? I didn't catch the second half of what SPAS-12 said.

Blinking, Old man Vola couldn't hear the second half clearly. He wasn't sure what she meant. Did she say that the Sangvis couldn't beat Renault? Was he going deaf? Or was he having hallucinations from being too nervous recently?

Hunter below had already tied up AR15 and walked over to Executioner.

Seeing Renault and HK416 not far behind Executioner, she subconsciously frowned. Although it was just a slight movement, she saw it clearly. These two were the ones following Executioner.

"What's going on? Executioner, why are you here? You should still be waiting for the construction of a new body at the factory." After sizing up Executioner, Hunter frowned and asked.

Facing Hunter's question, Executioner now didn't know what to say again. Scratching her head awkwardly, she said, "Um, actually, I didn't die before." As she said this, Executioner also glanced at the expression on Hunter's face.

Chapter 184: Just Here to Catch Up

"We were never going to die! What's going on here? And who is this human? Is the one behind you a Griffin doll!?"

Not only was the modified arm missing, but even the two antennae on her head... Though they were still there, her attire and reaction to injuries were completely different from before, unlike Executioner!

"Well, no, it's not G&K..."

"Not Griffin? Then who? The one behind you?" Hunter shifted her gaze to Renault, who was sitting on the hood of a car, holding a phone and texting someone.

"Well, sort of. I encountered some mechs before and almost got killed by accident, so this guy picked me up. But I saw Scarecrow with him, and that guy is still alive..."

Listening to Executioner's fragmented explanation, Hunter furrowed her brows and sighed, "Then why did you come back?"

As Hunter spoke, she glanced at Renault behind Executioner, unable to believe that someone could modify their root protocols... And from the beginning, the human and the doll behind him had Sangvis-made identification signals. Even the one in the sky... What was that aircraft circling around my base's signal tower for!?

"I just came to catch up..."

Boom!

Before Executioner could finish her sentence, an explosion rang out from the signal tower next to Hunter's base!

Looking over, they saw the aircraft carrying Executioner, and the two turrets under the fuselage were aimed directly at the signal tower! Seeing that the tower didn't collapse completely, they fired another shot!

Boom!

This time, Hunter clearly saw that this was not just a casual visit! It was clearly a ploy to distract her and then blow up her signal tower!

Boom!

After the two shots, the signal tower, which had just been erected, broke from the bottom and crashed heavily to the ground! And the communication between Hunter and the Sangvis Ferri relay server was instantly cut off!

This signal tower not only commanded the SF dolls to attack the Griffin base but also played a crucial role in communication with Sangvis Ferri HQ. Because their location was quite far from headquarters, Hunter deliberately placed the signal tower in a more forward position to directly reach the Griffin base.

But now that the signal tower had fallen, she couldn't connect to other signal towers for a while... So, on the headquarters' end, her situation was the same as when Executioner disappeared.

Just a simple signal cutoff.

"Executioner! You!?" Realizing that communication between herself and her subordinates was delayed due to the tower's collapse, Hunter gritted her teeth and glared at Executioner.

"Ah! Hey! It's not... let me explain... Damn it! Renault! Couldn't you wait for us to finish talking before acting!?"

"Huh? It's just a coincidence. I never said when to act. I just let them decide for themselves." If it had been UMP45 controlling the turrets, she might have waited until Executioner finished speaking.

"You'd better leave here quickly! Otherwise, don't blame me!" Watching the distressed Executioner, Hunter gritted her teeth and said angrily.

With the collapse of the signal tower, the Sangvis dolls attacking the Griffin base lost contact, and half of this attack plan was scrapped!

Although she had many dolls under her command, the signal tower only needed minor repairs to be reestablished. But the Griffins wouldn't wait for her to rebuild the signal tower before attacking the Sangvis dolls who had lost command.

"Fine, I'll come back to find you when I have time." Seeing Hunter's unfriendly expression, Executioner sighed in her heart. She could only leave now, even though she hadn't said much yet.

She had no doubt that Hunter might attack at any moment. With Sangvis's root protocols in place, there was no situation where Hunter wouldn't attack. If she stayed any longer, Hunter would definitely use her weapons against her face.

Thinking this, Executioner turned her head and saw Renault and the others without any extra movements. They seemed unconcerned about Hunter and the other Sangvis dolls attacking them.

"What? Done talking? Why are you looking at me?" Looking at Executioner turning back to look at him, Renault casually flicked his bangs and glanced strangely at her.

"Uh, aren't we leaving now?"

"Leaving? Why? We'll wait for SPAS-12 to bring the aircraft back. Do you want to run back? And why stop talking? You two haven't said much yet, have you?"

Of course, Renault wasn't worried about Hunter or other Sangvis dolls attacking them. He and HK416, as well as everyone on the aircraft, had Sangvis-made identification codes. Even if Hunter manually selected targets, those droids wouldn't act.

And it was just... weren't you worried about being surrounded by Sangvis units?

Although she wanted to ask this question, Executioner ultimately didn't ask it aloud.

Didn't she already confirm this? He must not be afraid...

"Commander, we're done here. When are we leaving?" SPAS-12 said as she controlled the aircraft to hover above Renault and the others and opened the hatch.

"Oh, got it. Right away." Looking up at UMP9 standing in the doorway waving at him, Renault responded and took out his usual notebook, writing down a series of numbers.

"This is Scarecrow's phone number. If you want to contact Executioner or Scarecrow, just call them directly, using either the doll's communication device or any random phone." Handing the torn paper to Executioner, he asked her to pass it on.

"Commander, aren't we taking that one with us?" Seeing Renault hand the note to Executioner and prepare to leave, HK416 raised her hand and pointed at AR15, who was bound.

"Forget it. Stop trying to take other people's toys all the time. Let's go."

Upon hearing Renault's words, HK416 hadn't said anything yet, but AR15, who was being restrained by Hunter, struggled hard and glared at Renault with eyes full of fire.

Meanwhile, Hunter took the note with the phone number with a complex expression, watching Renault and the others jump into the cabin of the departing aircraft.

"Tch! Clearly, those are human and IOP's tactical dolls. Why didn't you keep them?"

"Heh, all those guys have Sangvis identification codes. How could they be IOP's dolls?"

An Sangvis elite doll and a bound tactical doll, the two said as they watched the aircraft gradually move away with annoyed looks in their eyes.

Chapter 185: How Peculiar

"Come to think of it, isn't G&K always looking for members for the AR Team? Why didn't you bring that AR15 along?" After handing the piece of paper with the phone number to Hunter, Executioner visibly relaxed.

"Huh? What do you mean? Weren't you thinking of returning to Sangvis earlier? Why suddenly start thinking about Griffin?"

If UMP40 or UMP45 had asked this question, he would have found it understandable, considering they had both served in Griffin for a while.

But now it was Executioner saying this? Did he hear it right?

"Uh, no, isn't your relationship with G&K still good? Help out to strengthen the relationship with Griffin..."

"What does that have to do with anything? Where did you get the idea that my relationship with Griffin is good? I only know one commander from there and one proxy of Griffin. I don't know anyone else."

Helping to destroy the signal tower was just because Gentiane helped pull the circuit breaker earlier, with no relation to other Griffin commanders or even Griffin headquarters.

As for the AR15 they just saw... He remembered that she should have been intact, right? It seemed she even outsmarted that guy, directly turning the tables and taking out that Hunter guy.

She's quite impressive, why would he worry about her safety?

Upon hearing Renault's words, Executioner, on the other hand, stared at him in astonishment.

"Ah, this...”

She had thought Renault had some sort of cooperative relationship with Griffin, who would've thought he only knew one or two people from there.

"So, do we have any tasks later?"

After a moment of silence, Executioner turned her head to glance at the drowsy G11 and UMP40, feeling like her future seemed to be heading in some unknown direction...

"Tasks? Aren't we on one now? After dropping off these guys in the city, we have to deliver the rest of the goods to Wilhelm Port north of Bremen." Pointing to the large crates in the cargo hold, Renault said.

Although the main goal of the mission was to rescue Old man Vola, the goods still had to be delivered.

However, the flight access permit over there was a bit tricky, and he didn't know if Mrs. Graven could handle it. If not, he'd have to take a detour over the sea.

"Deliver... goods? That's it?" Upon hearing Renault's words, Executioner suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

She had thought even if things weren't going well with Renault, he would still take on some combat-related missions like Griffin. But your mission is just simply delivering goods?

"What else? Well, it seems you've never dealt with procurement-related matters when you were at Sangvis. Do you know where the materials used to make droids in Sangvis factories come from?"

The assets left by the shareholders of Sangvis Ferri factories were still substantial enough, even after all this time.

But it was coming to an end soon. Although there was already a highly automated production chain established between the various Sangvis factories, some materials for making droids still needed to be purchased.

Even if the mainframe of Sangvis factories could recycle those damaged Sangvis units and melt them down for reuse, there would still be losses.

Like they are now, just sitting around and eating away at resources.

From the time Sangvis factories had problems until now, several months had passed, and these guys were still able to launch attacks against Griffin, it was all because of the large asset left behind.

Executioner was stunned by Renault's words, then sighed somewhat resentfully.

She hadn't thought about this before; all logistical matters had always been the proxy's responsibility.

The conversation between the two didn't disturb Old man Vola and his two doll companions, who were also sitting in the cabin. They had already closed their eyes to rest; being trapped in that military fortress by Sangvis was not a pleasant experience.

Old man Vola was physically and mentally exhausted, while the two dolls hadn't been recharged since the power outage. Now, they were connected to the aircraft's power source, recharging while in sleep mode.

Since it was late at night, SPAS-12 slowed down a bit. By the time they returned to the city, it was already the wee hours of the morning, with just an hour or two until dawn.

Viktor and Andre didn't show up; not everyone was a night owl, so Renault naturally didn't mean to drag them out of their homes. After sending Old man Vola and his dolls back to their company's location, Renault went straight to a hotel to stay.

He planned to call Mrs. Graven in the morning to see if there was any way to get the necessary documents. If they could fly straight there, it would undoubtedly save a lot of time.

Although increasing altitude could also successfully get them there, there was a possibility of encountering collapse particle clouds in high altitude.

While they wouldn't have any problems inside the cabin, the external body of the aircraft might bring down collapsing particles, making it impossible to land at the destination, and there was a possibility of equipment contamination during unloading.

"It's my first time staying in this kind of hotel." Patting the not-so-soft bed, Executioner said with a strange expression.

"Well, you'll get used to it, after all, this is normal." After removing her engraved weapon and equipment, SPAS-12 tested the strength of the bed and then lay down.

"Probably, but what was Scarecrow doing before? Are there no combat missions here?"

"Ah? Scarecrow? She's been helping the commander build a spaceship all along. As for combat missions, didn't the commander bring you back from one? But even without missions, we've been attacked several times while staying at home." Recalling the few battles they had been through, SPAS-12 said.

"Spaceship? What about that time... What happened with the attack at home?" Executioner's face darkened at the thought of almost being squashed into a pancake by mechs due to her momentary lapse.

"Attack, well, we don't know where those guys came from. Mercenaries, military-like guys, and security contractors, we've fought them all. Armed helicopters, armored vehicles, tanks, you name it."

"Uh, that's quite an experience."

"Well, they weren't major incidents, get some rest. It'll be dawn soon, and I wonder if the breakfast places around here are still open." SPAS-12 said, closing her eyes. "Ah, could you turn off the light, please?"

"Oh."

After Executioner turned off the light, she lay down as well, looking around the not-so-spacious room, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.

No missions, no base protocols, no connection to various chaotic Sangvis units...

This feeling... how strange...

Chapter 186: Stealing a Moment Amidst Busyness

"Baa!"

"Moo!"

"Grunt!"

Watching the assorted animals, Scarecrow rubbed her forehead in slight frustration. "Isn't this growth a bit too fast? Why not call others to help?"

Though Scarecrow's status within Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing wasn't high, she was at most a reconnaissance scout.

Despite having plenty of tasks on normal days, she first assisted in building the spaceship as a construction worker upon arriving at Renault's side. Now, she had to aid MG3, the manager of this animal farm, in caring for these animals...

The expansion of her responsibilities was happening too rapidly, wasn't it?

She had assumed Renault took his team out to work, allowing her some free time at home for a while, but apparently...

"Well, other people aren't as reliable. After all, the Commander said Scarecrow is very reliable, so, cough cough, the workload here isn't as heavy as you think. It's just sorting out these little ones, checking their bodies, weighing them, and such. It won't take too long!"

Carrying a lamb, MG3 awkwardly explained to Scarecrow.

"MG3, are these buckets of fresh milk over here? If so, may I take them?" G36 walked in with G3, pushing a cart and pointing to several milk buckets by the door.

"Yes! Those are them! Take them away! Just don't forget to bring the buckets back to me!"

"Got it." G36 nodded, then together with G3, they loaded the milk buckets onto the cart. "By the way, there seems to be an increasing amount of milk lately. Are you sure everything's okay here, MG3?"

"Oh, everything's fine. These guys look healthy..."

"MG3! I've brought the feed!" Just as MG3 was speaking, CF05 also arrived with an extended cart full of plant leaves and vines.

Not only CF05, but AK47 also followed behind, although what she dragged over wasn't vines but some pulled wheat seedlings.

Apart from the doll figures currently visible at the farm, Scarecrow knew there were many others busy at the vertical farms and kitchen.

Moreover, there were many other dolls in the training room, ammunition depot, and production workshop...

In short, there were hardly any idle dolls, and due to the recent attacks, even the daily patrols changed from pairs to groups of four. Even RFB, who used to slack off often, now hardly found opportunities to be lazy or play games.

Of course, the busiest places were this animal farm and the two vertical farms. Those crops that Renault had tampered with and the animals that had eaten them were all undergoing strange changes.

The most noticeable change was the accelerated growth rate, not only in plants but also in animals...

Thus, MG3's animal farm was on the verge of being overcrowded. At this rate, Renault would probably have to figure out how to transform a slaughterhouse again after returning, otherwise MG3 would spend the whole day just dealing with these multiplying animals.

After helping MG3 for almost half a day, Scarecrow finally found some free time as it approached noon.

She sat down and made herself a cup of coffee.

Speaking of which, these coffee beans... seemed to be grown by Nagant in the vertical farm...

Renault's two vertical farms at home seemed to be dominating in all categories soon...

It was absurd; she had never heard of any security contractor turning themselves into agricultural enterprises!

And after the construction of the spaceship was completed, none of the things she did were related to the security contractors. They were all related to planting, breeding, and processing agricultural products.

These tasks were a bit too much for the droids of Sangvis Ferri, but the simple work of equipment maintenance could be assigned to the Rippers and Vespids...

Ding ding!

Holding the coffee cup, Scarecrow, who was reviewing her work over the past few days, suddenly saw a call from an unfamiliar number on her phone.

Although she was tempted to hang up directly on this unfamiliar call, what if it was Renault calling?

With this thought in mind, Scarecrow answered the phone with a furrowed brow.

However, after the call connected, seeing the person on the screen, Scarecrow's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Hunter? How did you... Did you meet that guy Renault? Are you also thinking of switching sides?"

Seeing Hunter's face, Scarecrow immediately thought of what Renault had said to her before, 'When you've made up your mind, call this number.'

As a result, after the call, she soon became Renault's subordinate. Although there were no root protocols restricting her, she really had no other options besides staying on Renault's side.

As for joining G&K? Scarecrow didn't want to suddenly face another herself on the battlefield one day.

"You... Scarecrow? Where exactly are you now?" Seeing Scarecrow holding a coffee cup, wearing casual clothes, and leisurely sitting on the sofa, Hunter couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

She wondered if Scarecrow found the mainframe's command annoying, so she found a way to deceive Sangvis Ferri's servers and ran away to seek another way out?

"At Renault's base. Didn't he tell you?" Sipping her coffee leisurely, not having to figure out how to capture AR Team for the mainframe was quite nice, although there were more small tasks than usual.

Seeing Scarecrow's relaxed appearance, Hunter really didn't know what to say. She was struggling here, racking her brains just to help the mainframe catch M4A1 of AR Team and obtain the data from her...

Yet here was Scarecrow, not only without work but also able to chat leisurely while drinking coffee.

Aren't you too relaxed!?

Of course, Hunter didn't see the busy side of Scarecrow. Right now, all she knew was that Scarecrow was having a great time!

"Of course he didn't. That guy just left a phone number. Anyway, I won't bother you anymore. Since you're okay there, I'll hang up. I'm still on a mission here."

Whether it was thinking of something or simply feeling stimulated by Scarecrow's current treatment, Hunter, after throwing out these words, immediately hung up the phone.

Turning around and looking at the bound AR15 thrown on the ground, Hunter couldn't help but feel somewhat uneasy.

But fortunately, she had already captured AR15, a member of AR Team. M4A1 would definitely come back for her. For this reason, Hunter even directly took AR15 to the nearest autonomous unit production base.

"Didn't expect you Sangvis Ferri folks to also switch sides, huh!" AR15 struggled to sit up, scanning her surroundings to find the location of her imprinted weapon.

Silently refuting Hunter, Hunter glared at AR15 in annoyance.

Chapter 187: Better Early Than Lucky

"Tsk!"

That Scarecrow, has she made up her mind not to come back?

Hunter thought, as she pulled up the surveillance footage transmitted by the nearby Scout.

It wasn't far from where another member of the AR Team had escaped the previous night. It had been a whole night now; those Griffin folks were slow to react, they should be here by now, right?

But whenever Hunter thought of the AR Team, she couldn't help but think of Executioner who had left not long ago...

Did she see a ghost today? Two Sangvis Ferri elite doll reconnaissance team members jumping ship in one day?

What a joke! When did Sangvis Ferri ever have a concept of defection!?

"Heh, what? Can't accept seeing your comrades switching sides? Didn't expect the emotional processing modules of Sangvis Ferri's dolls to be quite rich."

Perhaps the expression of Hunter's inner turmoil was evident on her face, as AR15, who had been thrown into the corner behind, suddenly spoke sarcastically.

At this, Hunter furrowed her brow, her expression contorted, and she strode over to AR15, grabbing her hair to pull her up before slamming her down again!

Bang!

"Don't test my patience! I don't mind dismantling you into pieces before catching M4A1!"

"Heh!"

Feeling the pain of her face meeting the concrete floor, AR15 smirked, seeing Hunter's current loss of composure instantly eased her mind.

Seeing AR15's battered appearance, Hunter angrily flung her against the wall, then turned back to continue monitoring the situation in the area.

...

"Well, Mr. Vola has been sent back; all that's left are these goods."

"Alright, is the person okay?"

"No problem, limbs intact, aviation clearance procedures, any news? If there are no procedures, it might delay the delivery for a day or two." Renault hadn't had time to spray the aircraft with an invisible coating, and the roadside radar in the area could still detect them.

"Don't worry, everything's been sorted out, it's no big deal, very easy, I'll have that guy send you the electronic files for the procedures right away."

"Okay, it's best to find a slightly more concealed landing spot; I'll depart once I receive the procedural documents." Renault said a few more words before hanging up, and soon after, Griffin sent a series of procedural files to his phone.

"Haha! Didn't expect booze to be sold early in the morning here!" Executioner, with several bottles of alcohol in her pockets and several paper bags in her hands, walked back, followed by HK416.

"You better not get drunk early in the morning, or I'll hang you outside the aircraft to sober up."

Seeing Executioner stuffing all his pockets with alcohol bottles, Renault's face darkened, as if seeing Simonov's gang gaining another drinking buddy.

But fortunately, this guy didn't drink like Simonov, who could gulp down vodka like water, at least he didn't chug down half a bottle in one go.

"Commander, got the procedures?" Seeing Renault put on his coat and stuffing weapons and explosives into the coat, UMP40 asked.

"Yeah, got them, if there's nothing else, let's prepare to depart."

"Already prepared! Let's go! Let's go!" UMP9, upon hearing this, UMP40 immediately ran energetically towards the tarmac.

After greeting Viktor and the others, Renault and the others immediately took off, flying northwest in the aircraft.

"This direction... Are we going to pass over Hunter's base again today?" Seeing the direction the aircraft was heading, Executioner scratched her head.

Was Renault doing this on purpose?

"This direction is the closest, and we can also see if your colleagues crash today." Renault was not sitting in the co-pilot's seat at the moment, but rather in the cabin, checking his toolbox.

"Crash? Seriously? Why are you so sure that Hunter will definitely lose to those Griffin folks!?" Executioner, upon hearing the word "crash," was momentarily confused, then immediately frowned after coming to her senses.

Scarecrow had gone too deep into Griffin's territory for reconnaissance, surrounded by a group of Griffin doll units without any support, there was nothing to say about that.

But she had only bumped into a human PMC's mech by chance, almost getting squashed, but Hunter was different!

That guy was not only in her own operational area, but she also had an entire Sangvis Ferri base of Sangvis Ferri doll reinforcements as backup, it was almost like a home game for her.

With numerous Sangvis Ferri units and Hunter's own agility, she believed Hunter wouldn't lose to those half-baked Griffin dolls!

Dolls who just slapped on a fire control core and branding system to pass themselves off as tactical dolls, how could they be a match for Hunter!?

Hearing Executioner's words, Renault glanced at him.

He couldn't just tell her the plot had developed like this, and in the end, AR15 was fine, but Hunter got killed by AR15, right?

He could tell the other doll units at home; they would believe it, but Executioner definitely wouldn't.

After all, this guy didn't know he was a transmigrator.

"Then consider me as having forcibly recruited that guy Hunter."

"Ha!? You!?"

Hearing Renault's bold words, Executioner was at a loss for words for a moment, then she gulped down a mouthful of alcohol, suppressing the astonishment in her mind.

When the aircraft came back to the vicinity of Hunter's base, Griffin had already launched their attack.

Not only were the doll units under Jictoria's command attacking, but many other commanders' units were also besieging this Sangvis Ferri base at this time.

However, these guys hadn't managed to break through the outer wall of the Sangvis Ferri base yet, but inside the base, gunshots were ringing out, and the Sangvis Ferri units were actually killing each other!

"What's going on!?" Seeing this scene below, Executioner was stunned, finding it hard to believe as she looked at Renault.

"Commander, it seems someone has altered the Sangvis Ferri's identification codes; they can't recognize who is their own now." UMP45 squinted and observed the situation below, then spoke up to remind Renault.

In this chaotic situation, whether Sangvis Ferri or Griffin, or even Renault himself, there was a possibility of being attacked once they descended.

"Okay, got it, SPAS-12, fly above Hunter's head."

Hunter, trapped in AR15's trap and unaware of it, indeed suppressed her emotional simulation system, and there was still a significant gap in adaptability between Sangvis Ferri dolls and the ones produced by IOP.

Chapter 188: Taken Away on the Spot

The differences between Sangvis Ferri's doll units and the standard IOP models were abundant, particularly noticeable in the AR Team, whose members originated from Lab 16, exhibiting numerous deviations from typical IOP dolls.

"How does it feel to be the prey?" AR15, who had reclaimed her imprinted weapon, stood before Hunter, who was trapped beneath a pile of concrete blocks, and looked down at her from a vantage point.

"Why do you have Sangvis Ferri's command authorization!?" Hunter was bewildered. She wanted to know how AR15 from the AR Team managed to obtain Sangvis Ferri's command authorization!

As AR15 was about to respond, a sound of something falling from above echoed directly overhead!

Boom!

AR15 barely dodged as a figure crashed down!

The heavy body smashed through the already cracked concrete slab, penetrating through to the bottom layer!

AR15, not far from the impact point, slipped and fell towards the bottom of the pit!

But this height was no issue for AR15; with just one hand, she stabilized her almost out-of-control posture. After landing on the ground half-kneeling, she immediately raised her imprinted weapon and aimed at the fallen figure in the dust!

"Cough! What's going on!?"

Hunter, already immobile under the weight, now swallowed a mouthful of dust. After coughing lightly a few times, she squinted and looked towards the dust.

"Well, well! This new body is indeed powerful!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the dust. Upon hearing this voice, both Hunter and AR15 were shocked, their eyes widening.

"Executioner!?"

"Why are you here!? Didn't you leave!?" Startled upon realizing the newcomer was Executioner, Hunter exclaimed.

Meanwhile, AR15 seemed to have realized something and looked up at the sky!

Just as she looked up, she spotted another figure descending from the sky!

Again!?

Bang!

Fortunately, the landing of this figure was much quieter than Executioner's. Besides a dull thud, there wasn't even much dust raised.

"It's you! The security contractor from yesterday!"

Seeing this unfamiliar man, AR15 immediately recognized him as the security contractor who had bombed the signal tower yesterday!

Although this guy had helped blow up Sangvis Ferri's signal tower yesterday, he had completely ignored her, and now he appeared with Executioner, who should have been an Sangvis Ferri elite doll... plus the current situation...

Clearly, they weren't here to help take down Hunter! This pair was here to rescue someone!

Realizing this, AR15 immediately regained her composure, raised her gun, and aimed it at Hunter, who was still unable to move!

Regardless! Hunter had to be eliminated!

Not only because she had been tracking them as an Sangvis Ferri doll, but also because she knew about her possession of some Sangvis Ferri authority!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the instant the gun was raised, AR15 pulled the trigger.

The remaining ammunition poured towards Hunter's head!

However, Executioner had already noticed AR15's movements. As she looked up at the sky, she was ready.

Almost simultaneously with AR15 raising her gun, Executioner pulled over a huge concrete block standing beside her!

"What!?"

A series of bullets hit the concrete block, and nearly half a meter of thick concrete perfectly blocked the barrage.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, AR15 stood up directly, intending to change her angle and continue her attack on Hunter. But before she could lift her foot, a hand had already pressed down on her weapon's handguard.

"Do you need me to calm you down?" Renault looked at the still hysterical AR15, reminding her.

"You! When... No, why did I instinctively ignore you just now! What have you done!?"

Clearly, this security contractor, who had just fallen from the sky after Executioner, was ignored by her just now.

She subconsciously ignored the person in front of her!

"I did nothing, you just cared too much about Hunter's condition. Executioner, dig out that guy and take her back." Renault pressed AR15's weapon with one hand while speaking to Executioner behind him.

"No! You can't take her away!" Hearing Renault's words, AR15 was immediately anxious.

Which side was this person on!? Why did he keep jumping between Sangvis Ferri and Griffin!?

Shouting, AR15 found that she couldn't pull her imprinted weapon out of Renault's hand. She immediately let go of her long gun and pulled out a pistol from her waist, intending to use it to drive Renault away.

However, Renault remained indifferent!

Helplessly, AR15 had to raise her hand and use the handle of the pistol to smash towards Renault's head!

Little did she know, Renault just gently raised his hand, hitting AR15's elbow with the back of his hand. Her movement immediately went awry, the muzzle skewed to one side, and she almost couldn't hold onto the pistol.

But that wasn't all; AR15 didn't give up halfway.

Seeing Executioner already lifting a large chunk of concrete off Hunter, she immediately threw away the pistol in her hand and pulled out a combat knife from her waist, aiming it straight at Renault in a desperate attempt to attack!

While Renault was engaging with AR15, Executioner, of course, wasn't idle. In the blink of an eye, she had lifted the concrete blocks off Hunter's body, then immediately pulled her up and carried her on her back.

By now, Hunter had also managed to see Executioner's current attire clearly. He was wearing seven-point pants, and in the pockets behind her waist, there was a bottle of half-drunk liquor on one side and a burger wrapped in paper on the other.

You...

"Why are you here?"

"Renault said it was on the way, and then he wanted to see if you had crashed. If you did, he would take you away directly; if not, we wouldn't have stopped." Ignoring Hunter's disdainful gaze, Executioner carried Hunter on her back and jumped out of the pit they were in.

SPAS-12 on the aircraft had also lowered its altitude in time, facilitating Executioner's jump into the cabin from the door.

Watching as Executioner took Hunter away directly, AR15, who was still waving her combat knife and incessantly hitting Renault, charged towards the aircraft without hesitation.

The imprinted weapon she had retrieved from earlier was aimed at the aircraft's door!

Just as AR15 was preparing to pull the trigger and shoot down the several people inside the cabin, she found that the magazine of her imprinted weapon had been removed at some point!

Chapter 189: What's with Your Knife?

This guy!? When did this happen!?

Not only was the magazine removed, even the remaining bullet in the chamber had been ejected!

Did it happen during their struggle? Or when she raised her hand!?

Watching Renault deftly reload the magazine, AR15 could only tighten her grip on the combat knife in her hand and swing it towards Renault!

Meanwhile, just after Executioner jumped into the cabin with Hunter, HK416 and the others, who were standing by the cabin door watching the fight below. Executioner found it strange that these guys were just standing there watching.

"Aren't you... going down to help?"

"Help? Help with what? Do you think the commander needs our help?" UMP45 raised an eyebrow and pointed at Renault below.

"Yeah, you seem to have forgotten, weren't you beaten up by the commander before?" UMP9 chuckled, adding, as if recalling the scene of Executioner being beaten up by Renault.

"Tsk!" Seeing the two mocking her, Executioner placed Hunter on the nearby seat, feeling annoyed.

What could she say? Just watch, she didn't need to worry about Renault's safety anyway.

As the sound of Executioner landing and AR15's gunfire reached them, several Griffin T-Dolls rushed over, including the other two members of the AR Team, M4A1 and SOP MOD II.

"15! Who are you!? Stay away from 15!" Seeing Renault in front of AR15, SOP2 raised her gun, but just as she aimed at Renault, she realized that the figure in front of her wasn't an Ironblood T-Doll, but a human...

Now guns couldn't be used, but it didn't matter without imprinted weapons!

"SOP2! Wait..." Before M4A1 could finish her sentence, SOP2 had already jumped down from above and swung her fist directly at Renault!

Upon seeing Renault, M4A1 recognized him immediately, the unnamed security contractor who had helped contact Sangvis Ferri.

He should be an ally, right? Why was AR15 fighting him?

Boom!

As she leaped down, SOP2's fist swung towards Renault under gravity, but Renault firmly caught it with one hand.

Before SOP2 could react, Renault grabbed her fist and swung her like a ragdoll to the ground!

Seeing SOP2 being subdued, AR15 immediately rushed forward with her combat knife. Although she hadn't even touched him before, now all she needed to do was force him away from SOP2.

But AR15's plan was a bit too optimistic. Even though Renault was still holding down SOP2, he managed to dodge her knife, and even grabbed her wrist in return!

AR15 didn't even see what Renault did, her combat knife was already taken away by him!

Swoosh!

"Ah—!?"

As Renault stabbed the combat knife into the ground next to SOP2's head, he noticed that there was a rope tied to the end of AR15's knife handle, and this rope seemed to be connected to a piece of... cloth... cough cough!

Oops.

Glancing at AR15's flushed cheeks and her pressing down on her clothes, Renault awkwardly cleared his throat and wiped his hands, then jumped out of the pit.

He happened to meet M4A1 who was watching from above.

"I'll take Hunter with me, just tell her what happened." With that, Renault waved his hand, took three quick steps, and jumped into the cabin of the aircraft.

Meanwhile, AR15 below picked up her combat knife while nobody was paying attention, and casually wrapped the rope and cloth fragments into her pocket.

"Who is that guy? Since when did Sangvis Ferri have human members?" Looking at M4A1 who had come down to check her condition, AR15 pretended to be calm and asked.

"That's right! Is that guy even human!? If he's not human, I'll shoot him on sight next time!" SOP2 also indignantly shouted, as Renault's blow had caused several parts to fall off her arm!

"I'm not sure what his identity is, but one thing's for sure, he's not Griffin's commander. He seems to be the boss of another security contractor..." M4A1 said uncertainly, her eyes scanning AR15, checking for any injuries.

"Hmph, forget it if you don't know. But you two are too slow, who knows when you'll come out." AR15 said dismissively, but she happened to see a shattered phone lying under the concrete blocks where Hunter had been pinned down just now.

Without saying anything, she bent down and picked up the phone while M4A1 and SOP2 were talking.

...

"Oh? Commander, what's wrong? Your expression looks different from usual." Seeing Renault return to the cabin, UMP45 immediately smiled at Renault.

"Hmm?"

"The distance between your eyebrows seems to have decreased by 0.5 millimeters from usual."

Listening to UMP45's words, Renault rolled his eyes speechlessly, then turned to Executioner and the silent Hunter, "How's it going, do you need urgent repairs?"

"Just two broken legs and a spine, and some insignificant biological muscles ruptured, nothing serious." Executioner had already picked up the leftover hamburger and was eating it again, muttering to Renault.

As for Hunter, she raised her head, frowned at Renault, and asked, "Who are you? Why did Executioner grab me?"

"Hey hey, what do you mean grab? I clearly went down to save you. If it weren't for me, your head would probably have been blown off by AR15, right?" Hearing Hunter's words, Executioner couldn't help but speak up.

But as soon as she spoke, food residue and other things sprayed towards Hunter.

"Shut up!"

This guy in front of her was clearly Executioner!

Whether it was the identification code or appearance, it was all Executioner, but this personality... it was like a completely different person from Executioner she knew before!

"In short, I'm a security contractor, the only living person in the entire company. I don't have enough manpower, so I pick up discarded T-Dolls like you and repair them to use as helpers, understand?"

The aircraft was now airborne, accelerating towards the northwest, and after hearing Renault's words, Hunter turned her head to look at the situation outside the porthole, then lowered her head in silence.

Although she didn't want to admit that she was abandoned by Sangvis, the situation just now, if Renault and the others hadn't appeared, her fate would indeed have been to be killed by AR15.

"So... are Scarecrow and Executioner the same?"

"Of course."

Cut it out! Who are you kidding!

Even if she didn't know when Scarecrow and Executioner fell into trouble, how could this guy always coincidentally pick them up? Including her, she was already the third one!

Chapter 190: Thought You Were Dead

"Finally, it's over. Why are missions related to the AR Team always so troublesome?" Gentiane shook the empty wine jug in her hand and sighed, leaning on the table.

"It's not over yet. Doesn't the AR Team still have an M16 missing?" Watching Gentiane's lazy demeanor, Kalina chuckled and added with amusement.

Upon hearing this, Gentiane immediately looked up, glaring at Kalina with an unfriendly gaze.

"Cough cough, but this gives us an excuse to ask Miss Helian for a raise, right..."

Just as Kalina was contemplating how to ask Helian for a raise, Helian herself was currently holding her head in pain, looking at the operational report that had been submitted.

The previous reports were all normal, but it was the situation regarding AR15's return at the end that caught her attention... Hunter, forced into a corner, was taken away by the security contractor, Renault...

What does this guy, want to do?

Forget it, even if he takes hunter, it shouldn't be a problem. I heard that Renault has already converted the vertical farm, but I wonder what he's growing... I don't even want to think about him not bringing her some!

It's ironic that she even recommended a job to that guy before.

Ding—!

Hmm? Angelia?

"What's up again? Has your team been reassembled?" Seeing Angelia's holographic image, Helian asked directly.

"More or less, but we only have two members now. But that's enough. I have something to take care of here, can you send a reliable commander to support us?"

"Got it, I'll arrange it." Helian sighed and reluctantly agreed.

"Why the long face? Haven't you been in touch with Renault recently? By the way, what has he been up to lately?"

"Recently? He forcibly took away three elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls in front of a group of Griffin T-Dolls. I don't know what he's up to specifically." Angelia mentioned while scrolling through the list of available commanders.

"Is that so? Perfect timing, I also plan to go see him. If he's willing to help, it'll be much more convenient than relying on Griffin." With that, Angelia said goodbye to Helian and hung up the phone.

Listening to Angelia's words, Helian rolled her eyes. This guy... But she wasn't entirely wrong. Renault, who doesn't seem to care about the regulations regarding security contractors, is indeed more reliable than Griffin in some ways.

At least for Angelia, who prefers a straightforward approach without the constraints of various organizations and regulations, Renault's way of doing things is very appealing...

In terms of efficiency, he's definitely much better than Griffin.

But that guy, he seems to have shot down a military helicopter last time, which is really strange. Hasn't the military come after him?

Helian's doubts were clearly unknown to Angelia, but when she saw Renault's factory area, her heart suddenly skipped a beat!

The originally intact dormitory buildings repaired by Renault had now become dilapidated, with large and small bullet holes on the walls, telling the story of the intense battles that had taken place here.

Not only the dormitory buildings but also several damaged factory buildings in the rear, and the isolation passages between the various buildings were also damaged...

"Angelia, what is this..." After scanning the area, AN94 frowned and hesitantly asked Angelia, who was wearing heavy protective clothing beside her.

Although she couldn't believe it, it seemed that Renault and the others were now in dire straits... Most of these densely packed bullet holes were caused by heavy machine guns, and there were even traces of anti-material weapons mixed in.

Angelia, with a furrowed brow, bit her lip and thought for a moment before turning back into the helicopter cabin, removing her helmet, taking out her phone, and dialing Renault's number, then angrily sent a call request.

That Renault! How could he be taken out so easily!?

Angelia, who had already given up hope, was startled by the sudden connection before she could even sigh.

"What's up? Got a new job?" Renault's holographic image made Angelia pause in surprise. This guy... why does he seem like nothing's wrong?

"What? Are you stupid? Speak up." Seeing Angelia stunned, Renault frowned impatiently.

As Renault spoke, Angelia almost jumped out of her seat. If it weren't for the heavy protective suit, she really would have jumped.

"No! How come you seem so calm? Your factory area has been destroyed! The dormitory buildings for the T-Dolls are almost riddled with holes!" As she spoke, Angelia pointed to the dilapidated dormitory buildings not far away.

"Oh, that. Some guys from the security contractor came before and attacked suddenly, but no one was hurt. So what do you want from me? I'm still in the middle of a commission, delivering goods to the employer."

"Delivering goods? Where are you?"

Upon hearing Renault's words, Angelia breathed a sigh of relief but also stared at Renault with great curiosity. This guy, with his home in such a state, still has the heart to take on commissions?

"It'll take about an hour to reach Bremen airspace."

"Bremen? Why did you go there? Are you sure Stasi won't detain you on the spot?"

"That depends on whether they have the ability to do so. By the way, what's the matter with your call? Just spit it out." Renault sounded impatient as he spoke, glancing at the computer screen beside him.

He was deleting some useless basic protocols for Hunter.

"I have a job here. I need someone to investigate the No. 3 safe house where the AR Team went before. Just send a few T-Dolls to escort AK12 and AN94, UMP45 and 40 should do." It's just an investigation, and AK12 and AN94 alone might not be enough, so she thought Renault could send two more.

Two electronic warfare specialists would be very helpful for the investigation.

"No can do, they're with me now. You'd better ask other T-Dolls. Tell M1 Garand, whoever wants to go can join you, and we'll pick them up when you return."

"Huh, but aren't you already..." Just as she was about to say that she hadn't seen a single T-Doll around here, she saw AK12 and AN94, who had just been missing, talking to Nagant and Jaeger nearby, accompanied by several Sangvis Ferri Rippers and Vespids.

Chapter 191: Sending You Two Slacking Off

"After those people attacked two days ago, the commander went straight to their factory area and wiped out those human PMC. He even brought back a lot of supplies from that area, but they're not really valuable stuff, mostly just snacks and such,"

Nagant revolver said as she led Angelia and the others towards the entrance to the underground base.

AK12 followed behind Angelia, eyes closed, surveying her surroundings, while AN94 walked with Jaeger, eyeing the Dinergate bouncing around Jaeger's feet with envy.

Unfortunately, as tactical T-Dolls of Statesec, she had no place to keep such pets. Just passing the inspection alone would be impossible. These Dinergate were products of Sangvis Ferri, and the Statesec wouldn't allow such products onto their turf.

"That guy's really something."

Without hesitation, he rushed into someone else's factory area and took out the PMC hired by the enemy... It's just that Statesec doesn't have time to deal with these remote places now, otherwise, with Renault's lawlessness, he would have been caught long ago...

Just as Angelia was about to say Renault would be caught, she thought of Renault's completely inhuman physique and strength... How many people would it take to bring him to justice?

A hundred? Or a thousand?

Plus, with his doll underlings and weapons that have long exceeded the limits of regulations, it's probably not enough for Statesec to threaten him alone, unless the military takes action first, no one would dare to provoke him.

Not far along, Nagant revolver led the three to the hangar where the helicopter was stored.

As soon as they entered, they could see the large transport helicopter parked inside, as well as two armed helicopters gathering dust in the corner.

But besides these helicopters, there were now several tanks and armored vehicles with their turrets removed, all piled up like junk in a corner of the hangar.

"Uh... weren't these things not here last time we came?"

Angelia had seen the transport helicopter and armed helicopters before, but tanks? Armored vehicles? Did you guys go to a weapons graveyard to have a blast?

And where did the turrets and external equipment of these vehicles go?

"Oh, those? Those are the equipment those security contractors brought over when they attacked us last time, but the commander removed them. Now they're just useless parts."

Removed... After they were removed, where were they installed?

It's understandable for the machine guns on the armored vehicles to be installed on those powered armors by Renault, but the tank turrets are a bit much, right? When could powered armor handle tank turrets? Those things weigh over ten tons!

"After disinfection, you can take off your protective suits." Leading the three to the elevator that led to the underground space, Nagant revolver activated the elevator while casually swinging her revolver.

"Hiss!" As the elevator descended, the equipment inside the elevator began to disinfect everyone, but as soon as the disinfection was completed, Angelia took a cold breath because the elevator they were standing on didn't have a carriage at all!

There was just a steel plate under their feet! There weren't even any railings around!

And this underground space! Roughly estimating, it was at least over forty to nearly fifty meters high! When did Renault dig this place out!?

AK12 also opened her eyes in amazement, not because of the height, but because in the underground space, there was a colossal object that occupied most of the space!

"Could this be... a relic?" Angelia, taking off her helmet, looked incredulously at the object in the underground space. She had never heard of anyone, whether military or other organizations, making something like this.

"Hmm? No, no, it has nothing to do with relics. This was personally built by our commander!" With that said, Nagant Tevolver proudly puffed out her chest.

"Welcome, Commander Angelia. I'm already aware of the specific situation. Would you like to take a moment to rest here or depart immediately?"

M1 Garand had been waiting here for a long time.

If possible, she preferred not to let outsiders like Angelia into Renault's spaceship.

At the very least, she couldn't let Angelia and her T-Dolls figure out the situation inside the ship.

Of course, Renault didn't care about this. Otherwise, he wouldn't have directly instructed Nagant Revolver and Jaeger to bring Angelia and the others in.

Angelia didn't pay attention to M1 Garand's cautious thoughts. She could visit Renault's place anytime. But she had already arranged a time with Griffin. Right now, she should hurry up and ask M1 Garand to help find two T-Dolls to accompany AK12 and AN94.

While the intelligence from the AR Team was still fresh.

There weren't many T-Dolls at home with nothing to do right now. Luckily, this task shouldn't take too long for Angelia, so it shouldn't be a problem to assign two T-Dolls, and there were still those specialized slackers at home.

"Why are you looking at us like that? If you don't want to bring us along, we'll just go back now."

"No, let's go. AK12, send the mission information to those two." As she said this, Angelia's cheeks twitched. She really didn't expect M1 Garand to suggest bringing these two lazy bums along.

One constantly playing with her phone, MDR, and the other staring at the screen of a game console without moving, RFB...

Both of them are addicted to their devices! Is it really okay to bring these two on a mission!?

UMP45 and UMP9 from before were much more reliable than these two!

Angelia and her team didn't even take a break, they just immediately took the elevator back to the surface.

"Ah, it's been so long since we've been on a mission. I didn't expect the commander not to come with us this time. It feels a bit strange." Sitting down in the cabin, MDR looked at the familiar helicopter and said.

As she spoke, she even took pictures of herself, deliberately including Angelia, AK12, and AN94 in the frame.

Seeing MDR's actions, AK12 frowned in the co-pilot seat.

Although there weren't any classified devices in this helicopter, the fact that the three of them were being photographed was a problem...

But it wasn't a big deal, it was just a phone, as long as she hacked into it with a little force and deleted the stored photos... Huh?

What's going on? The firewall on this phone? No... Why does a simple phone have a firewall stronger than a T-Doll!?

AK12's face just showed a hint of astonishment when MDR seemed to anticipate her reaction, posing in advance, and took a photo of herself and AK12 together.

"Hehe!"

Chapter 192: Hasty Departure

"Commander, we've been locked onto several times by anti-aircraft weapons along the way. Are you sure it's okay for us to fly straight like this?" SPAS-12 sighed, glancing at the just-disappeared anti-aircraft firepower locking warning.

Her heart had been fluctuating with the frequency of those alarms throughout the journey. Now, as they neared their destination, would they be shot down directly by the anti-aircraft missiles in these white and green zones?

Those land-based anti-aircraft missiles were still operational, unlike the single soldier anti-aircraft missiles used earlier.

They were not only faster but also had greater firepower. SPAS-12 wasn't sure if the aircraft could withstand such attacks.

"It's fine, just keep flying straight. Those guys won't recognize where our aircraft is from anyway." Although Mrs. Graven had some connections, the pass she provided was just a regular cargo pass.

As long as the ground radar stations couldn't identify their aircraft or see the turrets hidden beneath the armor plates on their hull, they could fly safely to their destination.

It was the same when they went back. As long as they didn't do anything unusual or expose the weapons carried on the aircraft, there wouldn't be any problems.

This time, Renault didn't intend to pick a fight with anyone; he was just here to deliver goods. Besides, apart from the two members of the Graven family, he didn't know anyone else here and had no need to resort to violence.

Although Renault said to fly straight, SPAS-12 still made a slight detour to avoid those places that looked particularly important.

However, even so, the aircraft quickly arrived over William Port, and the unloading point arranged by Mrs. Graven was next to a warehouse of a shipyard in William Port.

As SPAS-12 was dealing with the troublesome docking procedures, Renault also saw Mrs. Graven, who had been waiting below.

Unexpectedly, this old lady had come personally for this batch of goods.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Graven." Jumping off the aircraft, Renault directly greeted Mrs. Graven.

"Ah, Renault, you're doing well in your business. I didn't expect you could get your hands on such advanced aircraft."

Similar aircraft capable of vertical takeoff and landing were still under military research, and only a small number of test aircraft had been put into use, nevermid fully functional ones being used.

I didn't expect Renault, a small private security contractor, could get hold of such good stuff!

"It's okay, but this commission from your side is the only one we've had recently." Renault waved his hand and gestured to SPAS-12 to open the rear cargo door of the cabin so that the transport personnel could unload the goods inside.

"And picking up cargo like this, you could have sent anyone from your side. Was it necessary for you to come personally?"

"Well, I had some free time, and my son seems to have found someone recently. He must be busy now, so I took the opportunity to come out and relax. I'm really grateful this time. Vola seems to be thinking of paying back what he owes us. It's a relief that nothing happened this time."

Clearly, they were facing a crisis in their own company, but all she could think of was their side of the matter.

"Hehe," listening to Mrs. Graven's words and seeing the giant crates being unloaded from the cabin, Renault smiled and waved his hand, "Even if we weren't here, it wouldn't be a big problem. There are quite a few Griffin dolls hiding in that place."

"Well, now that they've almost finished unloading, we should take our leave."

"Hmm? Why the rush? Is there something urgent?"

"Well, sort of. There's a job collaborating with Statesec, and I guess they won't be too welcoming here either. Those guys standing around like they're keeping watch from a distance have been restless since a while ago."

"Ah, those young Stasi fellows. After all, we're still outsiders here. Jumping straight into the construction of heavy cruisers would inevitably arouse some covetousness. But fortunately, the people here are relatively friendly. Since you're in a hurry to leave, I won't keep you. Come over whenever you have time."

"Of course, if I have time. Also, this is a gift prepared by RFB and M200 for you. They didn't mention coming over themselves, they're probably a bit shy."

As she spoke, SPAS-12 pulled out a large box from the cabin.

It was filled with various specialties produced by vertical farms, along with several food boxes containing various pastries made by G36 and G3 recently.

"A gift? Hey! These two little ones! They're so thoughtful! Let me see!" Upon hearing Renault's words, the old lady immediately approached with a smile.

After taking out the things to be handed over to Mrs. Graven, Renault was about to leave.

The feeling of being watched by the Stasi wasn't pleasant at all. He just hoped they wouldn't pursue them too aggressively.

Seeing this, Mrs. Graven didn't try to keep them any longer, just said a few words, instructing them to bring RFB and M200 along next time.

"Wow, is that it? I thought we could stop by the port for a while and go out to the city to buy something!" Seeing that Renault had no intention of letting them go out, SPAS-12 said helplessly.

"Are we the ones feeling frustrated? We've been sitting on the aircraft doing nothing, just helping to move a few boxes, and now this commission is considered complete?" UMP9 shook her head discontentedly, looking at the crowded port outside.

Even if Renault let them go out, those Stasi guys stationed at various exits of the port probably wouldn't agree.

"Alright, be content. It's fortunate those guys didn't rush up and tie me up directly." Renault said, urging SPAS-12 to speed up the aircraft.

Renault didn't care about the specifics of Angelia's mission, but he remembered that AR Team, led by Gentiane, should be eliminating a Sangvis Ferri elite T-Doll soon, right?

It was proper business to hurry back and pick up people.

As for accompanying Angelia's two T-Dolls to investigate the MDR and RFB in Safe House 3... there was no need for him to worry about these two lazy bums. Although they slacked off all day, they were reliable when it came to serious matters...

Chapter 193 On the Way

"Mrs. Graven, please allow us to inspect these goods." Several Stasi agents walked over from a distance after watching the strange-looking aircraft fly away, standing in front of Mrs. Graven.

However, when they spoke, there was no arrogance in their demeanor; they were respectful. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mrs. Graven was their boss.

"Please go ahead. Since when did Stasi agents become so polite, hahaha." Mrs. Graven waved her hand dismissively, not caring at all. She was confident that Renault had already inspected whatever was in these crates and wouldn't bring anything strange.

And she wasn't a member of any strange organization. It was just some ordinary instruments needed for shipbuilding, nothing out of the ordinary.

After getting permission from the old lady, the group of agents carefully unpacked the crates and meticulously inspected them with various instruments. They concluded that these were just ordinary collapse radiation detection devices, exactly the same as those used on ordinary ships.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Graven." After reaching a conclusion, a young man who had just been in charge of commanding returned to Mrs. Graven's side and politely addressed her.

"It's alright. I'm just out for a stroll anyway. But polite young people like you are rare. Come, these are some local products a few kids gave me. Take some to eat!" Mrs. Graven said, directly opening the nearby crate and pulling out a bunch of fruits, stuffing them into the young man's hands without hesitation, and even stuffing a bottle of wine into his pocket.

The large crate Renault sent over was filled with various fruits and vegetables, with alcohol being the least of the items. However, Mrs. Graven didn't like drinking, so there was no use keeping it.

"Sigh, such a big crate, and they still had to find someone to carry it back. Doesn't that guy Renault and M200 know to take less?" Although she complained, the smile on her face couldn't be hidden.

Since there were no problems found during the inspection, there was no need for the Stasi personnel to stay here.

And the young man returned to the bureau to organize documents and write reports, busy until the end of the day.

"Hey, did you accept bribes? Where did all these fruits come from?"

"It's from the investigation today, given by Mrs. Graven. Seems to be produce brought over by distant relatives."

"Oh? Have they been tested?"

"They have been checked, just ordinary fruits."

"Then you're getting a good deal this time, these strawberries are nice... Mmm! Sweet! Give me another one!" The man who was talking to the young man plugged his mouth with two strawberries the size of eggs and waved to the young man before running out.

Perhaps there was another case to continue investigating... Well, with so much stuff to take back, it's not convenient to go to the convenience store, but I guess there's no need to buy alcohol today?

As he thought, the young man looked at the bottle of amber-colored wine, scratching his head indecisively.

...

"This trip was really short, Commander. When can we come back here again? This place seems much more prosperous than the cities we've visited before." UMP9 stretched lazily and asked Renault with some boredom.

"We'll come back when we have time. It's time to move around instead of staying in one place all the time." The spacecraft at home wasn't built to be a decoration there. After getting rid of that annoying Intruder, it was time to take the spacecraft for a test flight.

And it's good to go to a sunny place for a while. Staying in a place covered in dark clouds for a long time, people are about to get moldy.

"Then I want to go buy... um, Commander, can we use the money you gave us in the place we just visited?"

Will the bank recognize it?

"It's not ancient times, what are you thinking?" HK416 said speechlessly, patting G11's head.

Hunter, sitting next to them, looked at the carefree Executioner eating snacks beside her with a conflicted expression on her face.

This guy... can't she at least explain the situation to her! Isn't she afraid that after bringing her back, I'll be dismantled immediately!?

She didn't understand why she felt so annoyed seeing the relaxed expression on Executioner's face at the moment. She is unable to understand why this guy could be so calm!

And it seemed that Renault had done something to her base-level protocols just now. She didn't even have the thought of returning to the Sangvis Ferri base nearby or finding the nearest command-type Ringleader.

Her self-destruct device didn't even react, as if she had never equipped such a self-destruct device before.

Unless she raised her hand and directly crushed her own core, there was no way she could escape from Renault's hands. But she wasn't stupid enough to kill herself!

"Hey, are you going to keep me in this semi-disabled state forever?" Unable to bear it any longer, Hunter looked at the T-Dolls in front of her.

Executioner only cared about herself, who didn't even bother to say a word to her. Couldn't she at least go into hibernation in front of so many T-Dolls!

It's strange if she can sleep!

Although Renault had repaired her, it was an indisputable fact that her legs were crushed. Plus, Renault didn't bring any spare parts, so Hunter still couldn't move.

Of course, it couldn't be said that she couldn't move at all. After all, her hands were still intact, it's just that she couldn't stand up and walk over to Executioner to snatch away the snacks in her hands.

Suddenly switching to a highly sensitive body, Executioner seemed to be very focused on eating, and almost half of the snacks brought over by SPAS-12 on the aircraft had ended up in Executioner's stomach.

Fortunately, SPAS-12 was focusing on piloting and was unaware of this, otherwise, she might have immediately picked up her weapon and staged an all-out battle with Executioner.

"What's the hurry? Renault will definitely give you a new body when we get back. It's pointless to repair this body now even if it's fixed." UMP45 glanced at Hunter, finally couldn't help but speak, she thought Hunter would stay silent forever.

"Change... don't tell me... Executioner, did you change your body too?"

"Of course, the original body didn't have such a sensitive sensory system. It feels like food tastes better after changing the body."

"Eating? Hey!? Hey, Executioner! What are you eating!? My stock!?"

Smack!

"Focus on piloting!"

"Oh."

Chapter 194: Familiar Faces Reunited?

"Are we going to pick up MDR and RFB now? Their mission shouldn't be completed so quickly, right?" SPAS-12 asked, glancing at the direction indicated by Renault.

"It's almost done; MDR has been sending me messages non-stop."

Couldn't they just post it anonymously? Why bombard me with messages and photos like this?

Rolling his eyes, Renault couldn't figure out what was going on in MDR's head.

"By the way, according to the messages from MDR, M16 from AR Team seems to be nearby."

"That guy!?"

As soon as Renault mentioned M16 from AR Team, HK416 frowned. If G11 wasn't lying on her lap, HK416 would probably have stood up from her seat immediately.

"What? Are you going to seek revenge on her? I'm actually looking forward to seeing you beat her up." Seeing HK416's displeased expression, UMP45 couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you have a grudge against 416 and that M16? I seem to recall seeing them together in a photo album?" UMP40 looked curiously at HK416, but didn't notice HK416's sudden change in expression after hearing her words.

Her and M16 together? Impossible!

She didn't share any memories with MDR, and the only time she was photographed with M16 was when they fell into the sea at that port and couldn't move!

She hadn't forgotten!

She remembered how embarrassed she felt when Renault brought her and M16 back. That bastard, MDR! She would definitely give her a good beating when she had the chance!

UMP45, upon hearing UMP40's question, shrugged. "Who knows the specifics? Every time she sees a photo of M16, she grits her teeth. It's strange if there's no grudge."

UMP45 hadn't planned on exposing HK416's secrets in front of everyone. Otherwise, that guy would probably have tried to kill her!

However, to UMP45's surprise, after the initial excitement, HK416 calmly sat back down as if nothing had happened. Her calm demeanor seemed genuine.

"Huh?"

"Revenge is completely unnecessary. She simply kicked me out of the task force and almost caused my Neural core to be melted down. There's nothing to retaliate against." HK416 said calmly, with G11, who had just woken up, showing on her face how angry HK416 really was.

The aircraft arrived at the location where MDR had sent the message in no time. Near the landing site, four T-Dolls were waiting.

It was none other than AK12 and MDR's team, who had set off earlier to find the Sangvis Ferri's next move.

It seemed they had already completed their mission and were waiting for Renault's agreed extraction.

"Hello again, Commander Renault." AK12 greeted Renault with a smile as soon as she saw him.

"Mm." Renault nodded in acknowledgment and glanced around, but didn't see any trace of M16.

"Have you seen M16 from AR Team?"

"Hey, Commander, we've perfectly completed the mission, and you're asking about someone else's whereabouts without even giving us any praise or reward?" MDR complained when she saw Renault's gaze not on them.

"Perfect? Weren't you busy taking selfies the whole time? When did you have time to help others?"

"Cough, I was documenting the mission process along the way."

MDR dared to say, even though it was clear she was flattering herself. Didn't she ever look at herself in the mirror?

"Before entering the safe house, it seemed we found M16's whereabouts, but we didn't pay much attention since we weren't there to find her. Now M16 could be anywhere within a few kilometers." AK12 said as she boarded Renault's aircraft, grateful they didn't have to rely solely on their legs to get back.

After giving them their tasks, Ange had left the area by plane, so they had walked all the way here.

Although there might be a helicopter shuttle on the way back, they had jogged all the way here, and now they had the chance to ride Renault's aircraft back to the assembly point. AK12 and AN94 couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

After AK12 finished speaking, Renault looked at MDR. He had already instructed her to keep an eye on M16's whereabouts; he didn't believe she would never pay attention to it.

And MDR had indeed been paying attention to M16's movements as instructed by Renault.

Now that he had learned of M16's whereabouts from MDR, Renault wasted no time and headed straight for M16's hiding place with a group of T-Dolls.

Renault wondered what M16 was up to. If she was only buying time for M4A1 to escape, her actions now seemed excessive; M4A1 had already returned to Griffin's base.

But when Renault saw her, M16 had just finished off several Sangvis Ferri-made autonomous T-Dolls and was now sitting on a pile of wreckage, regaining her strength.

Bang!

As soon as HK416 saw M16, she opened the hatch and jumped out of the aircraft, then walked straight toward M16.

Seeing this scene, the people on the aircraft couldn't help but stand by the door and watch the excitement.

To be honest, UMP45 didn't think HK416 would lose to M16. After all, she was a prototype made by Renault, far surpassing normal T-Dolls in performance.

Of course, if HK416 became stupid, she might lose to M16.

But HK416 was no longer the same as before; she had faced many battles in the training simulator during this time!

Her training had definitely yielded results!

"Huh? I guess you're not here to help, are you?" M16 sensed HK416's movements and spoke without turning around.

Bang!

Facing M16's sarcasm, HK416, perhaps learning from Renault, didn't say a word. She simply took out her grenade launcher from her bag and fired a grenade directly at M16!

"Ah!? Hey!"

Although M16 had already sensed who the intruder was, she didn't expect HK416 to be so ruthless.

Was that necessary? Using grenades as soon as you come up? And are your grenades inexhaustible? Will you ever stop!?

Watching HK416 launch grenade after grenade, M16 felt bitter.

She had been out here in the wilderness for so long, carefully conserving her ammunition, while HK416 seemed to be throwing grenades around as if they were free...

Chapter 195: We're Even Now

"Hehe, it seems like 416 holds a deep grudge against M16 for kicking her out of the team back then," chuckled UMP45 as she watched HK416 bombing M16 from behind with grenades.

"It's abnormal not to hold a grudge. After all, her neural core was almost melted down and labeled as a problematic T-Doll back then," UMP40 replied calmly.

"Is that so? Commander Renault, it seems you have a penchant for picking up T-Dolls. Are you planning to bring back M16 as well?" AK12, also observing the situation below, asked Renault with a light laugh.

"That girl isn't someone who would obediently follow me. Even if I bring her back, she'll probably run back to Persica on her own," Renault replied, shaking his head as he watched M16 fleeing below.

"I have a feeling of losing," Renault's words stunned Executioner and Hunter, who exchanged a complex look and then spoke.

"If Lycoris were still alive, would you two be willing to come out casually?" Renault asked, looking at the two.

The two Sangvis Ferri elite T-Dolls fell silent instantly. If Lycoris were indeed alive, they might not be willing to come out on their own. But now that it was a done deal, their current conditions were all recorded as battle damage in the Sangvis Ferri's server.

The reconstruction program based on real-time saved data was probably already underway. Even if they really went back, they would likely face an identical version of themselves.

As the group conversed on the aircraft, HK416 below was almost relentless, firing dozens of grenades from her bag in just a few minutes.

However, she still had at least half of her grenades left in her bag, plus a pile of throwable objects and plenty of bullets on her person. M16 was in for a tough time today.

"Ugh! What's wrong with this guy!? Did she hit the jackpot!?" M16 was extremely frustrated now. She was absolutely confident in her strength against HK416, but alas... the grenades and projectiles from the other side seemed to rain down on her like they were free!

After hiding behind cover, M16 took advantage of a corner to throw her jacket as a decoy.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat! In an instant, the thrown jacket was ruthlessly shredded by a barrage of bullets, turning it into a sieve-like rag!

This time, it wasn't grenades, had that person run out of grenades? Perfect, this continuous stream of bullets helped her pinpoint HK416's firing position.

However, just as M16 emerged from cover, ready to shoot at the calculated position...

A gun barrel pointed directly at her head from the front!

What!?

Boom!

A blast, unlike HK416's gunfire, erupted right in front of M16!

M16 narrowly dodged it, but the bullet still grazed her neck, spraying out crimson circulation fluid.

Ugh! What's wrong with this guy!? Is she too fast!? Did she really charge over from her position dozens of meters away in such a short time!?

And isn't she afraid of getting shot in the head!?

Thinking so, M16 didn't hold back and pulled the trigger of her imprint weapon.

Rat-a-tat-tat! However, as soon as M16 fired a short burst, HK416's gun was raised to meet hers, and three shots hit nothing but air!

At this moment, M16 also noticed that HK416 wasn't just holding her imprinted weapon, but two in her hands! This guy!? When did she get another imprinted weapon!?

Ignoring the wound on her neck, M16 could only twist her body and use the box behind her to try to push back HK416 in front of her!

Bang!

Unexpectedly, HK416, like a fearless berserker, not only didn't retreat but advanced, taking the blow head-on with her shoulder! She even pushed M16's body forward with a stagger.

This is bad!

In the moment of instability, M16's heart sank, she never expected that HK416 could directly withstand the blow, and it seemed like her body hadn't suffered any damage at all!

This guy! What kind of modification has she been through!

Not only has her strength greatly increased, but her body weight doesn't seem right either! And her combat style! It's like she's become a completely different person!

Since when did HK416's combat style change to this reckless brute mode!?

Bang!

Just as M16 was thinking, she felt a huge force hitting her lower back!

Crunch!

The metallic skeleton in her body made a harsh noise in that instant! The level of pain transmitted by the pain simulation system even shut down the pain module in M16's body.

Not only that, the fracture or dislocation of the bones directly caused large modules in M16's body to lose responsiveness! The immediate reaction was that M16's vision went black!

And when she woke up again...

She was already sitting in a seat on Renault's aircraft.

"We're even now."

Just as she opened her eyes, M16 saw a group of T-Dolls surrounding her, and before she could figure out what was going on, she heard HK416's voice, and the tone sounded as if something significant had been resolved, leaving her feeling relieved.

"Huh?"

"MDR, did AR Team ever browse the anonymous forums?" Facing M16's bewildered expression, HK416 asked MDR cheerfully.

"Of course not. AR Team is a genuine special ops tactical T-Doll team, completely different from us." Although the body MDR initially used was bulletproof, not all of its internal parts were replaced with military-grade components.

Their combat capabilities were actually quite far from true military T-Dolls, but as for AR Team... Well, the M16 in front of them was almost entirely military-grade except for the modules common to ordinary T-Dolls.

There was hardly any difference from AK12 sitting beside them... or even more so due to the issue with her mental core.

"If every tactical T-Doll in Griffin were like this girl, 94 and I probably wouldn't have been manufactured."

Why bother with the Security Bureau? Just place an order directly with 16lab.

Renault listened nearby without commenting. Since they said so, the others could listen, and that would be enough.

He didn't care much about these things anyway. Even if they were individually strong, the material strength of their bodies set the upper limit for these T-Dolls.

Even if they were strong, they couldn't directly confront the military's armored units head-on. Even if they could defeat numerous armored units with their extensive experience, when faced with large-scale attacks from heavy weapons, they weren't much sturdier than humans.

One blast, and they'd be crippled. But his engineered bodies were different. Unless they were hit directly, there wouldn't be much of a problem.

Chapter 196: Travel Plans?

"What are you... Commander Renault, what are you up to?" After opening her eyes and assessing her surroundings, M16 immediately recognized Renault, who was sitting nearby, doodling away.

The situation at Nikolayev Harbor was still fresh in her memory.

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask about Intruder's location, but it seems HK416 holds quite a grudge against you," Renault replied, gazing at M16.

"That's right, getting beaten up is purely HK416's personal vendetta; it has nothing to do with us. We've just been sitting here on the aircraft the whole time," MDR added with a smile, but M16 couldn't shake the feeling that her smile looked rather sinister.

And... what's the point of just sitting here and watching! Why don't you do something to restrain that reckless girl, HK416!?

Feeling like she was about to fall apart... could it be that Renault is her nemesis?

From their first encounter to now, M16 had only seen Renault twice. The first time, she was immobilized in seawater, and now, the second time, she ended up in this sorry state...

Leaning back in her seat, M16 didn't want to move at all. She could only roll her eyes with her lone eye and try to transmit Intruder's location information to MDR through communication protocols.

"Ah, M16, you're just sending location information, why send the extra stuff to me?" MDR raised an eyebrow upon receiving Intruder's location information, seeming to have received some unexpected data during the transmission.

This seemed like some sort of virus, perhaps even Intruder's doing. As soon as it arrived, it seemed to be trying to extract a large amount of computational resources from her mental core. However, Renault's firewall swiftly blocked all actions of this unknown program.

Before MDR could take any action, the program that came along with Intruder's coordinates was completely wiped clean.

"Extra stuff? What are you talking about?" M16 clearly didn't understand what MDR was saying, assuming MDR was teasing her. She then relaxed and slouched in her seat, not wanting to move.

In reality, she couldn't move anyway. The last blow from HK416 had really injured her badly. If she forced herself to move, it could potentially cause secondary damage to her fractured bones and various internal modules, even her mental core.

Seeing M16's clueless expression, MDR shrugged.

Since that program existed in the outer space of her mind for less than two seconds before being deleted by the firewall, it was a trivial matter. She didn't feel like bothering with M16 anymore.

Hmm, that's right, new material obtained! With the filming done, no wonder HK416 was in such a good mood saying she settled the score.

Just as HK416 brought M16 back like carrying a sack, she and MDR immediately posed M16 in various positions, even pinching M16's face to make her pull different expressions.

Although HK416 knew that M16 wouldn't waver because of these mere photos, but... but she felt great!

Seeing M16 in such a miserable state, it was as refreshing as drinking ice water on a scorching summer day!

"Commander, by the way, have all those things been delivered?" While MDR was sending the coordinates to SPAS-12, RFB suddenly looked up and asked Renault.

"Of course, the old lady is quite pleased. But if you two went along, she might be even happier."

"Well, let's talk about it next time. There should be another opportunity in the future, right?" RFB scratched her cheek awkwardly, feeling a bit anxious as she asked Renault, afraid he might say there won't be a next time.

"In a few days, during the test flight of the ship, we'll find a way to take a look over there." Renault said without looking back.

Hearing this, RFB visibly brightened up, but she didn't say anything, just lowered her head to continue fiddling with her fish, although she seemed absent-minded. Even G11 beside her couldn't help but furrow her brows.

Intruder's base wasn't too far from where M16 was captured, just a dozen or so minutes away.

By the time SPAS-12 detected the position of the Sangvis Ferri's command node, the Griffin squadrons below had already begun their attack.

"Tsk, this guy really likes this kind of thing, even choosing a theater for the base?" Feeling the Sangvis Ferri command signals spreading out from the command node, Executioner couldn't help but frown in annoyance.

Hunter also glanced worriedly at Renault, who was sitting still over there. Although she didn't know what this commander named Renault was going to do with her and Executioner, she was starting to worry...

She was worried that Renault might hand them over to Griffin. If they fell into Griffin's hands, she could imagine what their fate would be dismantled in the factory, their mental cores taken out separately and placed on the experiment table for repeated research.

Even though she had seen how Executioner was treated now, knew that this person had been given a new body, and her neural core had been upgraded to a more advanced model, but... but she still worried!

There were so many Griffin squadrons below! She couldn't even move now! Can't she be afraid for a moment!?

The Griffin squadrons below seemed to be well-prepared, surrounding the Sangvis Ferri autonomous units that were originally planning to encircle a few Griffin squadrons. Then they directly seized the opportunity and completely wiped them out.

With only one Intruder directing the Sangvis Ferri's autonomous unit army, under the flexible tactics of the Griffin side, they were like dumbfounded wooden blocks.

As the Sangvis Ferri's signal suddenly decreased below, both Executioner and Hunter felt a sense of dread. For them, as Sangvis Ferris, it wasn't difficult to guess this situation.

When the elite doll body suffered severe damage, the signals sent out naturally decreased significantly.

Obviously, Intruder in the theater below had been taken down, and the actions of those Griffin squadrons were smoothly conducted under the command of the Griffin commanders, almost flawlessly.

As Sangvis Ferris, apart from thinking about enhancing their own body bodies, they really couldn't think of any other way to break the current dire situation.

"Nine, go down now and bring that Intruder back." UMP45 poked UMP9's rib and instructed her.

"Huh? But the Commander hasn't said..."

"You idiot, if you don't go down now, that guy will jump down by himself!"

UMP45 tapped UMP9's forehead and then stood up, opening the rear hatch. SPAS-12 also cooperated by lowering the altitude of the aircraft.

"Got it! I'll go now!" Hearing UMP45's words, UMP9 didn't doubt her, and she directly leaped out of the cabin from the aircraft!

Chapter 197: I Solemnly Swear I Didn't Slack Off

Boom!

A 300-kilogram doll body plummeted from the sky, crashing directly onto the theater's roof. Already weakened by age and further damaged by the hail of bullets, the fragile top of the theater was punctured by UMP9, leaving behind a huge hole!

"Careful! Move back!" M4A1, who was inside the theater preparing to assess Intruder's situation, was startled by this unexpected collapse overhead and quickly halted everyone's movements.

Bang!

"Ouch! My feet are numb! Um... could someone lend me a hand and pull me out?" Not only did UMP9 smash through the roof, but she also crashed through the stage, leaving only her head still above the stage.

After UMP9 jumped down, Renault looked at UMP45 with some curiosity. "Why are you so proactive? What's on your mind?"

"Of course not, just diligently serving the boss as employees should," UMP45 replied with a smile, but her narrowed eyes hinted at she was doing some calculations.

"Commander, won't the Griffin dolls below recognize our aircraft?" Between their conversation, UMP40 also expressed concern while looking at the Griffin dolls below, many of whom were already raising their guns and aiming in their direction.

"No need to worry. Even if they don't recognize it, they can't penetrate its armor," Renault replied nonchalantly, glancing at the weapons in the hands of those dolls.

AK12 and AN94's faces darkened.

What if they couldn't be recognized? What would happen to them? They were planning to ask Renault if they could go down from the aircraft, as there were new tasks waiting for them...

"Um, Commander Renault, can you let us down now? We have tasks to attend to..."

"Hmm? Leaving already? Do MDR and RFB still need to help?" Renault looked somewhat surprised at AK12 and AN94, then glanced at MDR and RFB, who seemed idle.

These two didn't even have a speck of dust on their clothes; if it weren't for the mud on their shoes, it would be hard to tell they had just returned from a mission.

It seemed their previous mission didn't involve much combat, as there was no smell of gunpowder on them.

"Probably not needed. The previous mission went smoothly, and there weren't many Sangvis Ferri units, so it's unnecessary for now," AK12 replied, eyeing MDR and RFB, who were still playing games on their phones, and decisively rejecting Renault.

These two had been tagging along the whole time, neither scouting nor providing cover. Luckily, they didn't encounter many Sangvis Ferri units along the way, and the few they did encounter were swiftly dealt with by AK12 and AN94.

It seemed Renault's two companions were just there to pass the time.

"If that's the case, SPAS-12, lower the altitude." Since AK12 had spoken, Renault didn't need to say anything more.

The aircraft surrounded by Griffin dolls descended, and when it was about ten meters above the ground, AK12 and AN94 leaped out gracefully.

Before they descended, they activated cognitive recognition interference. The Griffin dolls below acted as if they didn't see the two obvious figures and ignored them completely.

Although all of Griffin's tactical dolls had been modified, their foundation was still civilian models, making them easy targets for military-grade models like AK12.

As they watched the two figures disappear into the crowd of Griffin dolls, Renault turned to MDR and asked, "Did you two do anything during the mission?"

"Not really. There wasn't any combat, just chased away a few Sangvis Ferri units that came too close. Since there were no elite Sangvis Ferri units commanding, it was easy to handle," MDR replied dismissively, not bothered by the tasks assigned to them.

"Yeah, pretty much," RFB agreed.

Hearing their responses, Renault looked at them strangely. "So, how many Sangvis Ferri units did you two chase away?"

At this question, MDR raised her head, scratched it, and estimated, feeling unsure, "Probably over two thousand? RFB, how many did you deal with?"

"Not many, only five hundred and seven. I remember that number," RFB replied sensitively. Unlike MDR, RFB was very conscious of the Sangvis Ferri's numbers and immediately gave the precise count.

"Ahem, anyway, it's a considerable number, probably around two thousand in total. Let's not dwell on these details. We're working diligently and definitely not slacking off!"

Even if there was some slacking off, it was within limits!

As long as there were no Sangvis Ferri units nearby, it was normal not to assist in gathering intelligence, right? Besides, that was AK12 and AN94's job in the first place.

MDR spoke with conviction, but in her heart, she added a self-reassuring remark.

"Why hasn't UMP9 come out yet? It's been almost five minutes!" Looking down from the cabin door, UMP40 couldn't help but express her worry.

"It should be fine. We haven't heard any gunfire." No gunfire meant no fighting, and even if there was a fight... there would have been some commotion at least.

With UMP9's current body, if she really fought with someone, the commotion would be as loud as when she smashed through the roof just now.

UMP9, who was being worried about by UMP40, was currently not fighting with the Griffin dolls. However, she was in a similar situation... she was currently grappling with SOP2 for control over Intruder.

"No! That eyeball is mine! Half of the brain is mine too!"

"Fat chance! I won't even give you a tooth!"

"Ahh! Why don't you just kill me already!?"

Intruder's remains, held by the two, were being pulled back and forth like a ragdoll.

This absurd scene humiliated Intruder. If her self-destruct device hadn't been smashed, she would have taken these two non-conforming bastards down with her on the spot!

"You two! Stop fighting and make her reveal M16's whereabouts!" AR15 was also furious. They had won the battle, and continuing to squabble would only result in gaining nothing!

Chapter 198: Can We Make It Quick!

"Could we please speed things up! This kind of death lacks any dramatic flair! I don't want to be dismantled by you two idiots and have my parts divided!"

Intruder, already on the brink of shutdown, somehow found the strength to struggle and hoarsely scream.

"What did you say!?" x2

Crack!

"Ahh!" As soon as Intruder uttered those words, both SOP2 and UMP9 glared at her with fury!

Driven by their anger, their grip on Intruder unintentionally tightened, and with their superhuman strength, they crushed Intruder's shoulder and arm, each inflicting severe damage.

Intruder's parts slipped from their hands and fell heavily to the ground.

Bang!

With her already failing body, the impact caused Intruder's remaining components and circulating fluid to scatter.

Yet, a smile formed on her face. At least this time, she wouldn't have to endure further torment from these two.

"Ah, I'm dead."

Uttering these words, Intruder immediately closed her eyes, the smile at the corner of her mouth appearing particularly jarring to UMP9 and SOP2.

Huh?

However, as M4A1, AR15, and the others approached, squatting down to examine Intruder's condition, AR15 even kicked her with her foot, confirming Intruder's demise.

Only then did she look up, casting an unfriendly glance at UMP9.

"Where are you from!? There shouldn't be a doll like you in this joint operation!" M4A1 scanned through the identification features of many doll units involved in this joint operation. The doll before her didn't match any of them!

Although the identification code was correct, she had encountered individuals who could produce false Griffin identification codes before, prompting her to cross-reference the identification features of all units in the operation.

While identification codes could be falsified, identification features could also be fabricated. However, combining both would hardly lead to problems under normal circumstances, unless the enemy had breached Griffin's servers and obtained the feature data of all tactical dolls.

"Haha? It's classified!" Upon hearing AR15's question, UMP9 stuck out her tongue and gave AR15 a smug look.

However, she had already removed two flashbangs hanging from her waist.

Clang!

Bang!

The two flashbangs exploded suddenly, flooding the visual systems of all the dolls with dazzling white light!

Dadadada!

Following the explosion was the sound of M4A1, AR15, and SOP2's guns!

Based on their positions before losing sight, as well as the synchronized visual from the reconnaissance doll at the theater entrance, a series of bullets accurately hit UMP9's path forward!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

It took UMP9 some time to pick up Intruder from the ground, wasted due to her being hit by AR15's continuous bullets. However, after she lifted Intruder and started running, the bullets from AR Team never touched her again.

UMP9 charging forward was unstoppable. To be precise, none of the Griffin dolls could keep up with her speed.

UMP9 charged straight out of the theater and, when she reached beneath the aircraft, she directly leaped up with a running start, soaring into the air more than ten meters high, straight into the aircraft cabin!

"Hiss! Ouch! Ouch!"

As soon as she entered the cabin, UMP9 dropped Intruder's remains, clutching her lower back in pain and gritting her teeth.

"Aren't you wearing body armor? Stop fooling around." UMP45 raised her hand and patted UMP9 on the head.

"Ouch! It looks really miserable!" Seeing Intruder in this state, MDR immediately approached, holding up her phone.

However, she initially wanted to take some photos, but seeing Intruder's bloody and pitiful appearance, it was too distressing... forget it, she would wait until this guy was thrown into the rice cooker before taking pictures. Taking photos now wouldn't add to any dark history.

"Um, given the current situation, is there really any hope?"

Executioner also approached, flipping through Intruder's internal condition. There were two obvious scratches on the neural core, and there was even a visible piece of shrapnel embedded in it.

Hunter also saw the scars on the core of her mind, shook her head helplessly, it was hopeless, with this level of damage, even if they were sent back to the Ironblood central factory, there would be no way to fix her.

"Alright, SPAS-12, prepare for takeoff and bring her back." Renault wasn't flustered by this situation.

Little did they know that Maria's core mind was not much different from this one.

Wasn't it just a few more scratches? It should be fine.

Bang!

"Don't run! Give... why is it you again!?"

Just as SPAS-12 was preparing to close the cabin door, there was a muffled sound from the rear door, and a figure fell from the sky, hanging on the edge of the door. However, there was nothing to hold onto on the door.

The armor plate of the door was extremely sturdy, and there was no place to grab onto it. Therefore, the T-Doll could only hang on the edge of the door, sliding down little by little...

"Huh? How did this guy follow us?" Seeing the doll hanging on the door, MDR was also surprised. The distance from the ground to here was over ten meters, and a normal doll's jumping ability wouldn't be enough to directly jump from the ground to here.

"She probably jumped over from the roof of the theater. The distance and height are about the same." UMP45 looked at the situation outside the porthole and said.

Bang!

Just as UMP45 was speaking, another T-Doll fell from the sky, but this time it was a bit better. Half of her body was already inside the cabin door, and she only needed a little force to flip herself up.

"Don't move! Give... why is it you again!?" AR15, standing at the door, hadn't finished her sentence when she saw Renault who was dismantling Intruder's core! There was also Executioner standing next to Renault! Even Hunter with two broken legs!

"You!" Seeing AR15 appear, Hunter immediately wanted to get up in anger, but the reality didn't allow it. Moreover, if this guy had a weapon in her hand, she might have already fired at AR15.

"Ah! Isn't that M16 over there!? Give M16 back to me!" AR15 saw Renault and two Ironblood dolls standing on the door, while SOP2 saw M16 lying on a row of seats.

"Oh, almost forgot about this one. Commander, do you want to throw her down?" MDR asked Renault.

"Leave it to them. I didn't plan to take her back anyway." Renault dismantled Intruder's core mind, connected the power supply, and waved his hand.

"Alright! Here you go! Please handle your goods with care!" MDR casually lifted M16 from the seat and stuffed her directly into AR15's arms without any hesitation.

"Hey hey, I'm not merchandise! I'm not dead yet! Show some respect to me as the party involved, okay?" M16, now in AR15's arms, complained immediately.

However, HK416 ignored her and approached, raising her hand to pat M16's back.

Chapter 199: Aren't They Afraid of Us Running Away?

"Aye!? Hey hey!"

"Ahh—!"

AR15, who was already standing at the edge of the cabin door, was caught off guard by HK416's push, causing her feet to slip directly off the edge of the cabin door, sending both her and M16, in her arms, tumbling downwards!

However, the height wasn't a problem for the special combat tactical dolls produced by 16lab. Their sturdy military-grade components ensured they could jump from high altitudes without sustaining any harm.

The only issue... was that AR15 was bearing twice her weight, with M16 being heavier, plus the weight of M16's weapons and the firepower support module...

Crack!

Adjusting her posture upon landing, AR15 immediately received an alert about damage to her base body!

Dislocation of knee joint fasteners, 23% torsional deformation of lower leg bones...

Bang!

Upon receiving the alert, AR15 frowned in response to the warning and the intense pain. Then, her hand slackened, and she directly threw M16 to the ground before herself, sitting down as well.

Meanwhile, aboard the aircraft, SOP2 at the cabin door hadn't let go yet, prompting MDR to squat beside her, holding up her phone to greet UMP9.

UMP9 somehow found a maintenance hammer and squatted in front of SOP2.

Instead of pushing her directly, she specifically used the hammer to strike SOP2's fingers clinging to the edge of the door.

Um...

Executioner and Hunter exchanged a glance, both shivering.

It was too cruel. Couldn't they just throw her down straightforwardly? What was the point of smashing someone's fingers here?

Luckily, it wasn't them suffering this treatment. Moreover, judging from the tactical doll's appearance, she likely didn't have a tactile feedback system in her hands. Those dark arms were still made of Sangvis Ferri parts... When did Griffin become so up-to-date?

Dare to use Sangvis Ferri parts?

"You scoundrels!" Just as SOP2's fingers were reduced to only two, she roared and let go, but SOP2 evidently wasn't willing to drop directly like this. She immediately picked up her etching weapon, and the grenade launcher mounted under the gun barrel was aimed directly at the aircraft cabin!

Bang!

After a muffled sound, a grenade flew towards the aircraft door!

"Huah!" MDR, who hadn't put away her phone in time, hurriedly caught the thing!

Fortunately, the distance was insufficient, the safety catch was not fully unlocked, and it didn't hit anything. There was no need to worry about it exploding for now...

"Stop fooling around and quickly throw that thing away." Although there wouldn't be any problems even if it exploded inside the cabin, the equipment in the cockpit wasn't bulletproof.

It seemed necessary to install a partition between the cabin and the cockpit in the future, using armored plates. That way, no matter how tumultuous the cabin became, there would be no need to worry about affecting the aircraft's normal operation.

"Oh oh." MDR quickly found a direction without anyone and threw away the grenade that hadn't exploded yet. It wouldn't be fun if SOP2 had installed a delayed fuse or a remote switch on the grenade.

"Darn it!" SOP2, who had landed back on the ground, saw MDR throwing something away and waved her hand in anger.

However, when she saw the aircraft above her closing the cabin door directly, she abandoned the idea of launching another attack and turned to look at AR15 and M16.

"AR15! M16! Are you okay!?"

...

As for how the grand plot on Griffin's side was unfolding, Renault obviously didn't care. There were plenty of things to deal with at home. Who had time to bother with whether someone else's home was having a cozy moment or something else?

Watching Renault fiddle with the computer, first putting Intruder's neural core into a device, and now connecting the computer to Intruder's neural core, Hunter sitting beside him couldn't help but feel nervous.

What would this guy... do with this Sangvis Ferri-made doll he had created? Although Executioner had said not to worry, Hunter couldn't relax in the face of this heartless figure.

Fortunately, SPAS-12 accelerated, whether prompted by Renault's urging or simply wanting to hurry home for a good meal.

When the aircraft returned to the open space of the factory area, M1 Garand and Nagant Revolver were already waiting below.

However, when the aircraft entered the hangar smoothly, the empty cabin disappointed Nagant Revolver a bit. She had thought Renault would bring something back this time.

"Commander, about Commander Angelia earlier..." Seeing Renault coming out with a toolbox and a container for Intruder's neural core, M1 Garand immediately approached and briefed Renault on Angelia's situation.

Nagant Revolver, on the other hand, approached UMP45 and the others, chattering away about the itinerary of this mission. "Was there anything interesting at the William Port?"

"Nothing at all. We didn't even make it to William Port. We just unloaded the goods at a not-too-remote airport." UMP40 sighed.

Although she also wanted to undertake more missions to repay Renault for bringing her back, unfortunately, this mission was as simple as it could get. Even without them, Renault could have completed this commission alone.

"Yeah, really. Besides taking a look at the port from above, we didn't see anything else. When we were unloading, there was even a bunch of weirdos watching us." UMP9 sighed as well.

"Well, no matter what, we're back now. There's no need to worry about these things. By the way, who's going to write the mission report?"

"Mission report? Do we still need to write such things?" Hearing HK416's words, SPAS-12, who was coming down from the aircraft with her belongings, was suddenly startled.

How come she didn't remember having to write such a thing?

"Um..." With SPAS-12's exclamation, HK416 immediately realized. They were no longer with Griffin; they were with Renault now. Obviously, tasks like documenting missions weren't necessary here.

After all, there were only a few missions, and Renault went along with them. There was simply no need to leave records.

Moreover, the situation here in Renault's place wasn't suitable for leaving behind paper documents or electronic files. There weren't even databases or servers here.

"By the way, what are we having for dinner later? I wonder if G36 has cooked anything delicious. But let's go to G3 first and ask for some dessert to fill our stomachs!" SPAS-12 quickly threw the matter of reporting behind and ran out excitedly.

HK416 and the others did the same, chatting as they headed towards the underground elevator.

At this moment, only Executioner and Hunter were left, standing foolishly beside the aircraft, with Executioner still holding the remains of Intruder.

"Aren't they afraid we'll run away?" Hunter, leaning against Executioner's back, was completely taken aback by the scene.

Chapter 200: Unspoken Understanding

"So, what are you two idiots doing standing outside? Have you lost your minds?"

Bringing in Executioner and Hunter, who were foolishly lingering outside, Scarecrow was quite exasperated. "Since you're here, why linger at the door and act all dramatic?"

Hunter's behavior was somewhat understandable, but you, Executioner, what are you trying to achieve by tagging along?

"Um, it just feels a bit awkward for a moment..." Executioner scratched her head, not speaking nonsense.

However, seeing so many T-Dolls, especially towards elite ones produced by the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing showing no vigilance towards them, she felt a surreal sensation.

"Alright, quickly take Hunter to Renault's workshop. In her current state, she'll need to wait a while before the new body is ready." Glancing at Hunter's missing legs, Scarecrow shrugged and said.

"Yes, yes! We should hurry and take her over. The sooner she's fixed, the sooner she can move freely!" Hearing Scarecrow's words, Executioner quickly nodded in agreement.

However, as she spoke, Executioner's eyes inadvertently met Scarecrow's, as if reaching some unspoken agreement.

It was an unspoken understanding.

Of course, Hunter, being carried on Executioner's back, didn't notice this at all. Instead, she saw several T-Dolls greeting Scarecrow...

"Scarecrow, don't forget to join us for dinner later. We have some delicious dishes today!" Passing by with a cooler box, MG3 waved and greeted Scarecrow.

Besides MG3, several other T-Dolls also greeted Scarecrow as they passed by.

Their demeanor didn't resemble those of Griffin's T-Dolls, who would rather swallow them whole upon sight.

More importantly, Hunter noticed numerous Sangvis Ferri units in this place... Rippers, Vespids, Dinergates, Prowlers... It could be said that the lower-tier autonomous units commonly seen in the Sangvis Ferri side could all be found here in Renault's place.

However, these autonomous T-Dolls here looked quite different from the freshly-produced Sangvis Ferri ones she once commanded.

No... not just different, but very different! These Sangvis Ferri autonomous T-Dolls seemed to be evolving towards a more intelligent direction, to put it simply, towards the direction of elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls!

The minds of the elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls had all matured after a long period of cultivation and tuning by Lycoris, but looking at these Sangvis Ferri figures in front of her, they all seemed to be getting closer to them.

If left unrestricted, these guys would eventually reach the same level as them one day.

When Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing manufactured these autonomous T-Dolls, they spared no expense in materials. The capacity of the minds of each Sangvis Ferri T-Doll's core far exceeded IOP's products.

After all, they were military products. After being delivered to the customers, further modifications were needed.

This required them to ensure that there was enough space in the neural cores of the autonomous T-Dolls to accommodate various programs installed by the customers themselves.

Compared to the low-cost T-Dolls from IOP that were almost impossible to change after leaving the factory, these Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls were completely different.

"They...?" Seeing these Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls, Hunter wanted to ask why there were no restrictions placed on them. However, thinking that she was no longer a small soldier under the Sangvis, she didn't need to worry about such things.

Let that Commander named Renault bear the consequences of letting the minds of these figures grow autonomously.

Besides, when these T-Dolls' minds further matured and reached their level, once they changed into a more realistic body, it would be rare for anyone to recognize them as mere T-Dolls.

Of course, the judgment might not apply when the T-Dolls weren't gathered together. Even though the appearance settings of these Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls weren't stunning, compared to normal humans, their appearance was still quite outstanding.

A group of good-looking people gathered together, all of them young and beautiful girls, if no problems were noticed, then that would be strange.

"Renault said it's fine, and their growth isn't a bad thing. At least, having more capable individuals who can get things done is better than before, when they just stood around blankly waiting for orders, which was too troublesome." While Scarecrow was speaking, she pushed open the door to Renault's workshop.

Of course, she must have knocked, but not with her hand, but by sending a broadcast message directly to Renault.

Renault, who had received the message early, naturally didn't mind, and even if he hadn't received it, he wouldn't have cared. After all, there was nothing secretive in his workshop, and for his T-Dolls, he didn't think there was anything to keep confidential.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the three heard a familiar voice coming from the laptop in front of Renault.

"What on earth is going on!? Can't I just quietly exit the stage? I really don't want to continue acting in this utterly rubbish drama! It's so meaningless!"

"Shut up for a moment. If you keep making noise, I'll unplug the computer's speaker." Dealing with this troublemaker, Renault was indeed somewhat headache-inducing. This guy truly lived up to the name 'Intruder'.

As soon as she regained consciousness in the mental space, this guy started screaming, as if saying, "I don't want to live, let me return to the Sangvis Ferri server quickly!"

"Oh, isn't this our superior Intruder? What's wrong now? Why are you living in a little box?"

Seeing that the Intruder could only rage helplessly in the mental space, Executioner's eyes lit up, and she directly went to the computer screen, outputting her face!

"Executioner? Didn't you... and Scarecrow? Weren't you both confirmed dead? A new batch of bodies is about to land at headquarters... Wait! Who are you two!?"

According to Intruder's memory, she vividly remembered that both Scarecrow and Executioner, one after the other, disappeared while investigating M4A1's whereabouts.

Without accident, they must have been completely destroyed, and the reconstruction work at headquarters had just begun.

How could these two appear in front of her!

"Alright, let's talk about it after dinner. Let this guy stay here alone and calm down for a while."

Intruder had quite a few issues, and Renault didn't plan to directly transfer the Intruder into another body. After all, this guy's neural core was injured, and now was not the time to move her into a new one.

"Okay, but Commander Renault, when will the new bodies for Hunter and Intruder be ready?"

Hearing Renault say he was going to eat, Executioner naturally complied, but before leaving the workshop, she still asked Renault.

"It's almost done, just a few more hours."

"Oh, alright then!"

In that case, they can rest assured. By that calculation, there are still several hours left, enough time for them to stuff Intruder's neural core into a rice cooker!