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Chapter 26: We're Ready

"What's this?"

After M4A1 synchronized the location of the Sangvis Ferri communication node via the Zener Protocol, they found that the other side suddenly fell silent, completely quiet, and they still couldn't determine the location of the opposition.

What's going on? What does this support mean? Why the silence?

At this moment, M4A1 and the others had arrived near the Sangvis Ferri stronghold, standing on a high hill, able to clearly see the Sangvis Ferri stronghold below.

"There are quite a few Sangvis Ferri units here, but the defense is not tight at all, with too many loopholes," AR15 remarked disdainfully, looking at the Sangvis Ferri units gathered around the buildings below.

With just this level of defense, even without support, their group alone would be enough to infiltrate and destroy the communication node. Once the node was destroyed, the Sangvis Ferri units around the building would immediately become leaderless, making it effortless to take them down.

"Well, that may be, but with support, we could do it a bit faster. It would still take some time to sneak in through those gaps," M16 said, scratching her head as she looked around.

Apart from the AR team, there were only a few Griffin squads that had been mobilized to assist them in their mission. Those guys who had requested the location of the communication node through the communication channel were nowhere to be seen...

Huh!?

Whoosh!

Just as M16 was scanning the surroundings, a sizable black shadow zoomed past above the heads of the AR team! Straight towards the Sangvis Ferri stronghold ahead!

"Is that... hey hey hey! Isn't that the aircraft HK416 and her team used last time? Could it be them coming to 'support' again?"
At the sight of this shadow, M16 immediately recalled HK416, who had unexpectedly overwhelmed her last time, despite her being equipped with a modified body of unknown origin.

M4A1, AR15, and SOP2 beside her also grimaced. This aircraft with its peculiar shape had defeated them several times before.

No wonder the voice sounded familiar earlier. M4A1 also remembered now. Wasn't this the same pilot who flew the aircraft she first saw when she met Renault? It seemed like Simonov...

There was also a Simonov in Commander Gentiane's base, and the voice was exactly the same. Why didn't she think of it earlier?

The aircraft, which swiftly passed over the heads of the Griffin operatives, didn't pause at all, heading straight for the building below. Upon seeing this unexpected visitor, the Sangvis Ferri units below raised their weapons and began firing at the aircraft.

However, their individual weapons could only scratch the aircraft's armor, not even causing a tremor.

"Steady! Steady!" MG3 shouted loudly at Simonov.

"No problem! Watch this!" Upon hearing MG3's request, Simonov confidently responded.

With no anti-aircraft weapons below, and the Sangvis Ferri's individual weapons completely ineffective against the aircraft's armor, Simonov had undergone rigorous training in the simulator for such a long time!

As soon as Simonov finished speaking, the advancing aircraft suddenly stopped in mid-air, hovering steadily without any tremors.

Of course, C96 and MG3 inside the aircraft felt nothing...

"Is that it?" Watching the stable image on the cannon control panel, C96 scratched her head, puzzled, and asked Simonov.

"What do you mean, 'is that it'? This is the result of my hard training for so many days!" Hearing C96's words, Simonov became annoyed. Who else but her could make the aircraft hover so steadily in the sky?

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. I'm aiming now." MG3, however, had no complaints. As long as it remained stable, it was fine for her to aim.

Boom!

Before Simonov and C96 could react, MG3 had already set the angle, and one of the tank guns fired a kinetic penetrator round!

Crack!

The penetrator round pierced through several layers of the building's outer walls, leaving a small hole in the walls.

Seeing this, C96 was puzzled. "Why are you using kinetic penetrator rounds? Are you sure you hit the target?"

The communication node's location synchronized from the Griffin squad was only an approximation. They couldn't be sure exactly where the communication device was. With a kinetic penetrator round fired like this, who knows if it hit the target?

"Oh my! We're just making a hole! With so many walls in this building, it's not safe to directly hit it with a high-explosive round. Let's make a hole first, then fire a high-explosive round! Two shots and we're done!" MG3 grinned and pressed the pedal without hesitation.

Boom!

"Huh? What? Such a small hole, how can you be sure..."

Boom!

Before C96 could finish her sentence, the high-explosive round exploded right where MG3 had anticipated, causing the already unstable building to collapse!

Meanwhile, the Sangvis Ferri command signal disappeared! Done! Let's go, let's go! Let's hurry back for lunch!" Sensing the interruption of the Sangvis Ferri command signal, Simonov immediately cheered and directed the aircraft to turn around.

"Hey, hey? What's going on? How do you two know the communication node has been destroyed?" Seeing MG3 and Simonov acting as if it was all over, C96 asked in confusion.

"Silly! We were so close to the communication node just now. We could connect to the communication node with Sangvis Ferri's authorization and confirm it ourselves!" MG3 patted C96's head, laughing at the slow-witted girl.

"Huh? Oh? Then why did we ask Griffin to sync the communication node's location earlier?" If, as MG3 said, they could directly connect to the Sangvis Ferri communication node, then they should have known the location of the Sangvis Ferri communication node from the beginning, right?

"It's more convenient to dig information from the communication node ourselves than to ask Griffin. Besides, it helps disguise our actions. Otherwise, if we just flew straight to the Sangvis Ferri stronghold, anyone would know something was wrong on our end." Simonov shrugged. They really hadn't known the location of the Sangvis Ferri stronghold at first, but after hovering, it wasn't too busy to connect to the Sangvis Ferri communication node and check where they were. And C96, how couldn't she think a little more?





Chapter 27: These Few? Do I Know Them?

"Uh... they really just fired twice... Are these guys so accurate?" SOP2 said in surprise, observing the turret light up twice and then retract.

However, AR15 frowned beside her. As the aircraft approached the building, she distinctly felt two higher-ranking Sangvisunits accessing the communication node. Yet, they didn't issue any combat orders to the SF-Dolls.

They had been standing here the whole time and hadn't seen any elite Sangvis T-Dolls within their detection range...

"The Sangvis units have stopped. What should we do now? Charge down and take out all those Sangvis Units?" SOP2 pointed at the stationary Sangvis Units below, her eyes shining.

"No rush. Let's inform Commander Gentiane of the situation here and ask if the base needs any assistance," M16 suggested, gesturing towards M4A1.

Their mission this time was to destroy the communication node of this stronghold. With the gunship having completed the task for them, they couldn't make decisions on their own about what to do next.

"Okay, I'll..."

Whoosh!

Without any warning, the aircraft flew over M4A1's head again before she could finish speaking...

"Really! Can't they wait for us? Is it so difficult to take us back?!" SOP2 expressed her dissatisfaction.



...


"Renault, could you help bring back the AR Team and the Griffin squad that went out? The base is currently short on manpower," Helian requested after receiving the AR team's report.

"Hmm! Okay, got it." Renault, currently eating soup, threw out these words before hanging up.

Although Helian wanted to rush over to Renault's side and eat right away, the matters in the base were not yet finished. As the head steward, she couldn't run off first.

On the other side, M1 Garand beside Renault saw Renault pick up another communication and immediately asked, "Commander, should we launch the spacecraft?"

"No need. Just let Simonov bring those T-Dolls back; they're still on the way," Renault replied, glancing at the trays of dishes and soup buckets on the other side of the restaurant.

Seriously? You're not hungry at other times? Why do you all suddenly act like starving ghosts?

"Simonov, make another trip and bring back the AR team and those Griffin T-Dolls," Renault instructed, contacting Simonov again, who was piloting the aircraft.

"Huh!? Why like this... Commander, will there be food when we get back?" Simonov immediately felt wronged and asked Renault upon considering making another trip and possibly returning to an empty pot.

"Yes, I won't let you go hungry. Hurry up and bring them back so we can finish early," Renault reassured. The area near the Griffin base wasn't a good place to stay.

"Got it!" Simonov perked up and turned the ship around, flying towards the Griffins standing on the edge of the ravine.

Seeing the returning aircraft, the T-Dolls waiting for further orders looked at each other strangely. They couldn't help but be a bit wary; after all, this aircraft had heavy firepower and wasn't affiliated with Griffin.

Amidst the wary gazes of the Griffin T-Dolls, the aircraft landed directly on the flat ground beside them, and the rear cabin door opened. A familiar tactical T-Doll stood at the edge of the door, waving at them.

"Come up, come up! Your boss asked us to bring you all back," MG3 waved at the group of Griffin T-Dolls.

Seeing MG3 at the cabin door, the Griffin T-Dolls looked at each other strangely.

"MG3, what are you doing here?" One of the T-Dolls seemed to know MG3 and asked curiously upon seeing her.

"Of course I'm here... Wait, you've got the wrong person. I'm not the MG3 from Griffin. Anyway, hurry up and get on board; your base is waiting for you to get back to work," MG3 replied, realizing they had mistaken her for the MG3 from Griffin.

"Uh, what? Can't we even take a break or something when we get back? Do we have to go straight to work?" Among the Griffin T-Dolls, one of them immediately complained softly upon hearing MG3's words.

But despite the complaints, no one moved. Instead, they all looked towards M4A1 behind them. With all the command authority now directed at the AR team, if M4A1, the captain of the AR team, didn't speak, they wouldn't board the ship.

Just as the T-Dolls looked at themselves, M4A1 happened to receive new orders from Helian. As for why it wasn't from Gentiane's command, it was simply because Gentiane was currently searching for her phone and didn't have the time to command them.

Moreover, the AR team and these T-Dolls from the squad were not under Gentiane's command to begin with. She was just temporarily exercising command authority on behalf of someone else.

Now that the battle was over, it was natural for this part-time worker to not jump out to give orders.

"Everyone, come aboard. The orders have been confirmed," M4A1 said, synchronizing the command information from Helian through the Zener Protocol to all Tactical Dolls' neural cloud.

"Woo hoo! We finally don't have to run back on foot! If we could have this treatment every day, how great would that be!"

With the orders received, the group of Tactical Dolls put on their combat dummies and entered the cabin one by one.

The number of Tactical Dolls wasn't that many, but with their respective combat puppets, the cabin became somewhat crowded for a moment.

But it was just a matter of not being able to sit down; standing for a while would be fine. After all, it wouldn't take more than a quarter of an hour to fly back.

Seeing all the Tactical Dolls and the AR team enter the cabin, MG3 waved to Simonov in the pilot's seat, indicating that they could take off.

As for the AR team, they stood by the cabin door, looking around at the furnishings inside the cabin. Especially SOP2, whose curiosity was clearly undisguised in her eyes. If it weren't for AR15 watching, she would have climbed into the cockpit to get a better look.

M16, on the other hand, stood beside M4A1, watching MG3 and C96, who had returned to their gunner position, and then looked at Simonov in the pilot's seat. She had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.






Chapter 28: Never Seen Before...

"Oh! I remember now!" M16 slapped her palm, recalling where she had seen this different expression on MG3's face compared to the normal MG3.

Although it sounded strange, the fact remained true. The MG3 in the cabin right now had quite a few differences from the MG3 among the Griffins.

The differences in their bodies were already quite obvious, but more importantly, it was the difference in their expressions. The MG3 in front of them seemed to have a more natural range of facial expressions. In simpler terms, she looked more like a real human.

There were probably only a few T-Dolls like this, including the members of the AR team, the squad she worked with when she was partnered with HK416, and UMP45, and UMP... what was her name again?

As M16 was trying to recall, she suddenly felt a blank in her mind, as if she had forgotten something important...

Shaking her head to temporarily push this blank aside, M16 also remembered the man who used to lead HK416. No wonder he looked familiar; wasn't he the guy who pulled her and HK416 out of the sea near the shipyard next to the harbor?

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, she could still meet this guy again. And judging by the appearance of these T-Dolls and the aircraft they were riding in, they were clearly doing much better than that guy, Angelia.

Before the AR team and the Griffin tactical T-Dolls in the cabin could figure out what was going on, Simonov had already brought the aircraft back to the vicinity of the Griffin base.

However, the ground near the base was now littered with Sangvis Ferri wreckage. Except for the area where the ship was parked, it was unknown if there was any risk of collapse elsewhere.
So Simonov didn't find a nearby place to land, but instead, she directly brought the aircraft into the hangar of the ship.

Anyway, the hangar was connected to the cargo hold, so they could simply open the cargo hold door later and let the Griffin tactical T-Dolls return on their own.

Of course, this was agreed upon by Renault. Otherwise, Simonov wouldn't dare to bring such a large group of T-Dolls onto their ship directly.

The cabin of the aircraft had high windows, at least not at a height reachable by humanoid standards. There were several seats in the gunner position, but MG3 and C96 didn't speak, and the group of T-Dolls didn't just go up by themselves.

So when the cabin door opened again, and several T-Dolls walked out first, they immediately scratched their heads in confusion.

"What's this place?"

As several T-Dolls were puzzled, Simonov and MG3 had already jumped from their respective positions and directly opened the side door of the cabin and jumped down.

"We're here! We're here! Just a few steps away from home!"
After coming down, Simonov called out, while MG3 walked to the side and opened the cargo hold door at the rear of the ship.

Crack!

The sudden sound of the cargo hold door opening immediately attracted the attention of all the Griffin T-Dolls.
As they turned their heads to look at the cargo hold door, C96 also walked into the crowd and said, "This way! After you come out from here, you'll see the Griffin base!"

Listening to Simonov's and others' shouts, the group of T-Dolls looked at this unfamiliar warehouse-like place strangely. But still, they followed C96 towards the direction of the cargo hold door.

At this moment, AR15 frowned tightly, feeling skeptical whether Simonov had brought them to some strange place.

But she couldn't casually connect to the Griffin communication system now, and with M4A1 and M16 beside her not saying anything, she assumed there was no problem for the time being.

However, she already gripped her imprinted weapon tightly, ready to retaliate immediately if anything happened!

Of course, nothing would happen. The Sangvis Ferri communication node had been destroyed, and the scattered Sangvis Ferri that had been rushing towards the Griffin base were nowhere to be seen now, probably directly losing command orders in the wilderness.

And after the cargo hold door opened, the group of Griffin T-Dolls immediately saw a very familiar scene.

After following C96 out of the cargo hold door, they turned their heads and saw the Griffin base, with some Griffin T-Dolls helping with construction above the base.

Seeing the base not far away and those Griffin T-Dolls, AR15 finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After coming to her senses, she looked back to where they had just come out and saw a colossal object tens of meters high...

Seeing this enormous ship, both AR15 and M16 were shocked and speechless.

Of course, M16 was the most shocked.

She had already remembered that when she and HK416 were still working under Angelia, that private security contractor named Renault was just driving a truck, and he had a few guys with unidentified power armor.

It was hard to believe that in just over a year, this guy's development had completely surpassed any expectations...

This wasn't just an upgrade... it was more like changing to a whole new universe, right?
Could it be that this guy lifted a warship from the sea into the land?

"16, have you... seen anything like this before?" AR15, also somewhat shocked, looked incredulously at the engines on both sides of the spaceship, which were as tall as small buildings.
Not to mention a private security contractor, even among the Griffins, there was nothing as extravagant as this.

Those two huge thrusters clearly indicated that this tens of meters high thing could fly, and she had never heard of any country possessing such flying warships.

Just now, the gunship piloted by Simonov was directly parked in the hangar of this ship, and the empty space in the hangar could easily accommodate five or six identical gunships.

Not to mention the huge cargo hold at the stern of the ship...

"I haven't... seen anything like this before... Only in movies..."

Alright, everyone thought all the security contractors were the same, but you directly brought the spaceship from the movie into reality.
Are you sure it's not some movie character running into the real world?

After bringing the group of Griffin T-Dolls and the AR team to the cargo hold door, C96 stopped her steps. There was no need for her to send them any further.
Now that they were out of the door, they could see the Griffin base. These guys wouldn't get lost right in front of their own home, would they?

Just as C96 turned around and ran off, the door leading to the interior of the ship suddenly opened, and Executioner's voice sounded.

"Hey! Simonov! Hurry up! Renault's waiting for you guys to order! I'm waiting to mooch off your second round of meals!"

Due to often drinking together with Simonov and others, Executioner had a good relationship with Simonov. When the ship had just entered the hangar, she had already run over from the restaurant side to call for them.




Chapter 29: Are There Internal Struggles?


Is that!? Elite Sangvis T-Dolls! Executioner!?

The sudden shout not only attracted Simonov, who was circling to inspect the aircraft's condition, but also AR15 and her companions, who were already standing at the cargo bay door.

As soon as they looked up, they saw the figure holding a bottle and waving towards Simonov!

Naturally, the AR team, who had received information from Griffin, recognized Executioner.

They had been chased by this guy quite a bit during their missions!

"That's her!?" SOP2 frowned immediately upon seeing Executioner's figure, annoyed.
She was about to pick up the imprint weapon in her hand and launch a grenade at the figure.

But before she could raise her gun, M16 pressed it down directly. "Don't be reckless; that guy's identification code belongs to Griffin."

"Impossible! He must have used some kind of disguise..."

"SOP2!" M4A1 also lowered her voice and called out, reaching out to stop SOP2 from rushing forward.

AR15, on the other hand, furrowed her brows, immediately recalling the situation when Reno took the Hunter away from under her nose...

Could it be that after taking Hunter back, he didn't dismantle it? Instead, he fixed it?

But aren't those guys Sangvis Ferri? The enemies of humanity? Why...

However, before she could figure out why all this was happening, Executioner had already turned around and returned to the cabin, followed by Simonov, MG3, and C96.

Joking aside, the commander had finally agreed to open the stove again, and this opportunity was not to be missed!

While SOP2, held back by M16 and M4A1, saw Executioner disappear, she reluctantly put down her imprinted weapon and waved her hand angrily. "What's going on with these guys!? Why are they with Sangvis!?"

"Alright, these are not things we need to worry about. Let the commander and the proxy agent handle it. Let's go, let's go, it's time to clock out. I wonder if there's any alcohol left in the logistics department of the base."

Hearing SOP2's disgruntled shout, M16 shrugged helplessly, turned around, and walked towards the direction of the Griffin base.

At that, although SOP2 was still somewhat unhappy, she could only stride along with M4A1 towards the Griffin base.

AR15, trailing behind, looked back at the empty cargo hold of the spacecraft, her hand still reaching into her pocket for that square object.


...


"AR team has returned, and the tactical dolls that went to support their operation have also returned." Holding a tablet, Helian reported to Kryuger.

"Okay, how's the investigation into the information leak going?"

"We've made some progress. That guy's data flow was unusually excessive, but it's still just suspicion for now. We need further investigation for the specifics."

"Then proceed with it." Although the AR team was indeed very important, ensuring the safety of all tactical dolls within Griffin was also a necessary task.

"Understood, I'll contact the security department." Hearing Kryuger's words, Helian nodded, but as she said this, she couldn't shake off the strange feeling.

The security department within Griffin... It did feel a bit odd.

After all, Griffin, being a security contractor, could be considered a large security company, right?

The attack on this Griffin base this time was truly unexpected for both Kryuger and Helian. After all, this was just a meeting of some Griffin commanders, not an immediate combat operation.

Moreover, the location of this Griffin outpost, the Griffin commanders didn't know about it beforehand, and they had already checked the internal communications, so it wasn't a leak from within Griffin.

Coupled with the massive abnormal data transmission from AR15 that had caught their attention earlier, they immediately focused their gaze on this new and promising tactical doll from 16lab.

She was the most likely to have leaked the location of this secret outpost and the itineraries of many commanders.

Because the AR team had far higher permissions than other ordinary tactical dolls, and they had been summoned by headquarters in advance to execute the mission, they were the first to know the location of this base and also got information about the itineraries of those commanders.

Even the other tactical doll squads, although they also departed from this base for missions, they were completely unaware of the following action plans of Griffin commanders.

On the other hand, Gentiane, taking advantage of the brief moment, found her lost phone and then came to the surface to see if there was anything she could help with.

Now, on the surface of the base's top deck, there were figures of dolls collecting Sangvis remains everywhere.

Just as the AR team, who had just come out of the spacecraft cargo hold, met Gentiane, who was writing down the assistance of exoskeletons.

"Ah! It's the commander!" Seeing Gentiane's figure, SOP2 immediately put aside her annoyance, pounced into Gentiane's arms, and narrowly avoided tripping her.

M4A1, seeing Gentiane, also greeted her happily. The two of them chatted happily, while M16 stood with her arms crossed behind them, relaxing and watching M4A1 talking to Gentiane.

Only AR15, at this moment, looked at M4A1 ahead, who was smiling and chatting with Gentiane, feeling somewhat uneasy, not knowing what kind of taste it was in her heart.


...


"M200, aren't you going in? We don't need to watch here anymore." M14, holding a bowl of rice, looked at M200 beside her, who had no intention of moving.

"Hmm? No rush, it's more spacious here. It won't delay us if we finish eating and then go back." Generally, as long as Reno didn't remind them, the time before and after lunch was their free time.

As long as they didn't get lost, they could swing on the spaceship's jet port, and Reno wouldn't say anything.

And she had only eaten half of her meal, if she didn't finish the food in her bowl quickly, it would cool down soon.

"That makes sense." M14 nodded, but she obviously wasn't as honest as M200. She wandered around on the top deck with her bowl of rice, finding it more interesting to watch the busy Griffin dolls below than the piles of Sangvis wreckage in front of her.

Maybe she could even see another M14 exactly like herself down there.

But even if she didn't look, just then, M14 saw two Griffin security personnel in powered exoskeletons below, aiming weapons at one of the dolls.

"Hey hey! M200! Come and see, is Griffin having internal strife? Or are they about to execute that doll?"

"Hmm? Is that so?" Hearing M14's call, M200 also walked over curiously and stood at the edge of the deck, looking down.





Chapter 30: The Clue is Broken

"This is different from the initial plan! Where did that guy who came from the sky come from? Two shots and the communication node was taken out! Damn it!"

Still within the Sangvis Ferri stronghold in Area S09, Destroyer stomped angrily. She had planned to say a few words in front of the AR team to show off, but that unidentified airship from the sky directly disrupted her plan!

"Heh, you should be grateful that you had already evacuated from that stronghold at the time. Otherwise, instead of the communication node, it would have been your stupid little head pierced by that armor-piercing shell," Dreamer remarked, chin in hand, watching the frustrated Destroyer. Initially finding it amusing, she couldn't help but feel uneasy when recalling the shot that pierced the communication node earlier.

The attack that destroyed the communication node actually occurred after the first armor-piercing shell pierced the wall of the building. After that, the communication node was already destroyed.

A precise attack like that indicated that the enemy had clearly obtained the exact location of the communication node. The subsequent explosion that directly demolished the building with a high-explosive shell was more of a cover-up to ensure the complete destruction of the communication node rather than for any other purpose.

As for how the enemy knew the specific location of the communication node? There was AR15 there at the time, right?
That guy can now connect to Sangvis' Ferri communication nodes, so it's not strange for him to know the exact location.

"So what do we do now?"

"What do we do? Of course, we continue with the mission. Kryuger is still alive and well."


...


"Oh, it looks a bit creepy. It's a good thing I've already switched sides from Griffin. If I were in that situation now, I might just blow up and kill them all on the spot," M14 said, watching AR15 being escorted into the base by two Griffin human employees.

"Well, Commander Reno certainly wouldn't do something like that," M200 said with absolute certainty, then added in her mind...

He would just charge up and knock you down, then forcibly start examining your body, just like that unfortunate Executioner before.

Although what he does seems to have no substantial difference, why does it feel more comforting if Reno charges up and beats them up? Strange? Is there something wrong with my mind? How could I have such strange thoughts?
Thinking of this, M200 shuddered and shook her head to dispel these inexplicable thoughts.

And such a situation would never happen anyway. The firewall installed by Reno around their mental cores is not something that can be broken by mere dolls or electronic warfare equipment.

Even though M200 had studied that firewall for a long time and even consulted MDR and UMP45, who are specialized in electronic warfare, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Um, that's true, uh... I'm done eating. I wonder if there's anything left in the cafeteria now..." M14 nodded, about to speak, but then realized that her chopsticks were empty, and all the food in her bowl had been eaten without her noticing.

M14 then turned her head, looking somewhat unsatisfied at the remaining food in M200's bowl.

"Huh? Ah! No way! This is mine! The Commander finally cooked once! If you're still hungry, go ask G36 to make you some!"

"Hey!?! I just want a bite! Just one bite! Give me a piece!"

"Absolutely not! Get your own!"

Dodging M14, M200 started stuffing the food from the bowl into her mouth!

While grumbling, she stepped forward and ran away on the top deck.

The sounds of their playful chase and escape reached Gentiane, who was sighing at AR15's back below.

Turning back to look at the two figures running and jumping on the top of the spacecraft, Gentiane couldn't help but envy them a little.

Damn it! Why can Reno sit comfortably in the spacecraft and have a meal while she has to work here!?

"Alright, the Sangvis Ferri's movements are unclear now. Whatever the next steps are, you should go back and prepare properly. And don't worry too much, AR15 will definitely be back soon."

"Yes."

Hearing Gentiane's words, the three members of the AR team responded somewhat listlessly. The suspicion of AR15 leaking information had made them feel uneasy.

But M16 wasn't overly worried, whether it was because she didn't care much or because she already knew that AR15 would be fine.

"15 is only suspected for now, it's not confirmed that she did it. So relax for now, finish your work first." M16 looked at the somber M4A1 and comforted her softly.

Meanwhile, SOP2 was walking ahead with a gloomy expression. The expression on her face was evidently very bad, and all the busy Griffin employees avoided her when they saw her.

But perhaps because Reno had ordered Simonov and the others to directly destroy the communication node, Griffin didn't respond promptly. The Sangvis Ferri's movements were cut off immediately after the communication node was destroyed.

Although Griffin had dispatched follow-up teams to investigate, they still hadn't found the elite Sangvis Ferri dolls who had previously attacked the Griffin base.

However, they had a rough idea of the location of the weapons that attacked the base, even though it was far away, it was still a constant threat since those weapons could directly hit the Griffin base.

Although abandoning this base and moving elsewhere could avoid significant casualties for Griffin, this base buried deep underground had consumed a lot of manpower and resources to build.

If they were to abandon it now, the losses would almost equal Griffin's profits for the past two years.

Therefore, the urgent problem for Griffin now was to identify the elite doll operating in this area and then directly destroy the weapons that could bombard the base.

But now that the news of the elite Sangvis Ferri doll had been cut off, besides dispatching teams from the base to search, it seemed that there was no other effective way to find the elite doll directly.

While Griffin was struggling with this headache, Reno's side was not so nervous. Well, to be precise, only Reno himself was not nervous, most of the other dolls were all eagerly eyeing the large pot in front of Reno.

Their chopsticks and spoons were all ready, waiting to grab a bit more food when it came out of the pot.

"Oops! Hey! What are you guys doing! We haven't eaten yet! Can't you guys who have already eaten wait a bit!?" Simonov squeezed forward somewhat dejectedly, but since everyone had the same body structure, no one could push anyone else, and exerting too much force could damage the furnishings in the restaurant, so they didn't dare to push too hard.





Chapter 31: Shall We Leave?



Simonov finally got her share of the meal.

After all, this time Renault had increased the quantity, even more than the last time he cooked. How could she miss out?

"Burp!" Burping contentedly, Simonov held her large jug of wine in one hand and a folding chair with a pocket full of snacks in the other, swaying towards the top deck.

Behind her were Executioner and A-91, as well as AK47.

These guys had clearly eaten and drunk their fill and were planning to go outside to soak up some sun and have a few sips of wine.

Now, all the vertical farms were being managed by the Rippers and Vespids. Simonov and his crew, who were originally in charge of the vertical farms, were finally relieved.

"Indeed, food tastes better when you fight for it." AK47 stretched lazily, carrying a wine bottle and taking a few steps towards the edge of the deck, standing there and looking down.

"Well, occasionally it's okay, but if we eat like this every day, it's better to skip it..." A-91 raised her hand to remove her captain's hat, tucked it into her pocket after straightening it out, and then directly set up the folding recliner she was holding.

Although the Executioner also had a wine bottle in her hand, she didn't bring a chair, clearly not caring about sitting directly on the ship's deck.

To this, Simonov and his two companions just shrugged. If she wasn't afraid of dirtying her clothes, what could they do? They would find out when she washed her clothes herself later; they had already told her that there was no washing machine on the ship now.

As for entrusting the Rippers and Vespids with the task of washing clothes... That was wishful thinking. Even if there were one or two among the Rippers and Vespids who could perfectly handle the task of washing clothes, first, you had to find them, and then you had to wait for them to finish their current tasks.

This situation was rare now, as both vertical farms at home required manpower, and the growth rate of the crops far exceeded the manpower needed for normal maintenance.

Therefore, the Rippers and Vespids at the vertical farms were all divided into three shifts, resting and recharging in rotation according to time.

So it was difficult to find a specific Ripper or Vespid. If you didn't find them, handing your clothes over to them for help would likely result in your clothes coming back as torn rags or a pile of scraps.

Washing clothes was not suitable for the Rippers and Vespids.

Even Simonov and her companions, without a washing machine, were not eager to wash clothes themselves.
After all, the clothes' materials were too fragile for them, and washing them clean without tearing them required careful control of force.

Therefore, wherever they went, the T-Dolls would try to keep their clothes clean and tidy.

As for Executioner, who didn't care about dirtying her clothes, she had already changed into a new outfit, and the two communication antennas on her head had been removed by herself.

These were the Executioner's iconic items before. If she didn't remove them, it wouldn't be good if a Griffin Doll glanced at them and recognized her identity through feature recognition.

Sitting on the edge of the deck, the Executioner poured herself a drink and watched the busy Griffin T-Dolls and employees below. "I never thought I would be able to sit here and watch these Griffin T-Dolls working one day."

Of course, staring was definitely not a form of supervision. She was just purely watching these Griffin T-Dolls up close. Such a situation, where she wouldn't be attacked by the Griffins, seemed to have only happened when she was first created a long time ago.

But because the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing and G&K weren't originally on good terms, opportunities like today were really rare.

"Well, this kind of situation is not common for us, and it actually has nothing to do with us." Simonov put down her chair and also looked down, immediately seeing two or three guys who looked exactly like her among the T-Dolls.

It's hard to tell if they're all tactical figures or if there are a few dummy dolls mixed in. It's a bit hard to distinguish from above.

The few alcoholics chatted while drinking, looking relaxed up there.
This kind of leisurely appearance really annoyed the T-Dolls below who were working hard.

As for the human employees who were still working?

Of course, they had long been resentful. Who allowed the smell wafting from Simonov and her companions' jugs and bottles to spread to the entire Griffin construction area with the wind?

Plus, the enticing smell that came from the ship's restaurant earlier, if it weren't for their respective superiors, those T-Dolls might have already rushed to the ship's cargo hold to look for food.


...


"Commander, aren't we setting off now?" Seeing Renault leisurely checking the inventory equipment, M1 Garand asked somewhat strangely.

This commission should be considered completed, not only saving most of the tactical doll squads at the Griffin base, but also directly destroying an Sangvis Ferri communication node.

And Helian's side also didn't procrastinate at all. After finishing things here and sending back the AR team and others intact, the previously agreed-upon remuneration had already been sent to Renault's account.

In theory, the commission was already completed, the remuneration was already received, and it seemed that they had no reason to stay here anymore, right?

This huge ship had been parked here all the time. Even if there were no people who were deliberately reporting the situation here, sooner or later, someone would find out.

They just came to check it out. After that, there was no need for Renault to stay here anymore. Of course, if Helian wanted to pay them, Renault would naturally continue to stay.

Unfortunately, Griffin's side had obviously recovered, and there was no serious situation. That guy Helian probably wouldn't spend such a large sum of money to hire them again.

But Renault was already content. Taking on a job was a job, and not having one was okay too. After all, there were plenty of things to eat at home, and whether it was a lot of money or a little money, it wasn't very important to him now.

Oh no, it's still important. Previously, to repel those Sangvis Ferri, many of the cannonballs equipped on the powered armor were shot, and these things needed to be bought... at least... materials needed to be bought.

Buying them and making them himself, he could give more weight to M1 Garand and M1911, who were in charge of ammunition matters.







Chapter 32: Incoming Call

"Is that guy still here?"

Even though the top structure of the Griffin base was still largely unrepaired, the monitoring system near the top had been repaired in advance.

Now, Kryuger could also stand in the operations command room and directly observe the situation at the top of the base.

However, when he saw that huge thing resembling a spaceship, which was still parked not far from the entrance of the Griffin base, he couldn't help but ask Helian with a headache.

"Not really. Renault asked me earlier if he could purchase some ammunition materials through Griffin's channels." Hearing Kryuger's question, Helian replied somewhat helplessly.

Originally, she thought that after completing this commission and receiving the payment, Renault would immediately leave. But she didn't expect this guy to actually stay directly next to the Griffin base this time, just to buy some materials to make ammunition.

"You said you wanted to buy ammunition. Why go to IOP for that? They are now considered professional arms dealers. It's just ammunition for Doll use, and IOP wouldn't refuse Renault's business, considering there's no grudge between Renault and IOP.
And buying ammunition is one thing, but why bother to buy materials to manufacture ammunition?"

"Materials? Are you sure it's not the ammunition printing materials sold by IOP?"

IOP sells those to Griffin, all neatly packaged portable ammunition printing materials, convenient for Griffin to uniformly allocate ammunition. This was a new technology recently introduced by IOP.

"Yes." Helian nodded, looking at Kryuger, waiting for his decision.

Purchasing ammunition materials through Griffin's channels was not something she, as an agent, could decide.

Upon hearing Helian's confirmation, Kryuger frowned and pondered for a moment, but he didn't make Helian wait long. He nodded, "Alright, sell it to him, but there won't be any discounts on the price. After all, IOP sells it to us at a very high price."

"Understood, I'll contact IOP and arrange for the goods to be delivered." Although Griffin no longer purchased ammunition materials from IOP, they used to buy them earlier. After all, purchasing raw materials for self-production was much cheaper than buying ammunition directly.

But the ammunition production lines at headquarters had not been used for a long time, and with the convenience of ammunition printing equipment, those old goods were simply shelved.

Before contacting the personnel at IOP, Helian also informed Renault, who was still on the ship, of this news.

Upon receiving the message, Renault nodded in satisfaction. This operation was quite satisfactory. The only regret was that this time's commission fee would probably be spent entirely. Apart from leaving some money for his Doll units as pocket money, there would only be some funds left for purchasing daily necessities.

Where did the remaining money come from and where did it go? Security contractors really had no money-making opportunities.

"Commander! Come taste the canned food we made! It's the result of many adjustments I made with NZ75!" Renault was shaking his head, and CF05 and NZ75 ran into the workshop, each holding a can.

"Adjustments? Is adjustment necessary for making canned food? Orange canned food? When did you plant oranges in the vertical farm? Why didn't I know?" Among the two cans, one was the common strawberry canned food, and the other was orange canned food, but Renault didn't remember planting oranges, a fruit, in his vertical farm.

Although he did buy orange seeds before, because this thing was a tree, Renault was worried that its rapid growth would lead to insufficient space in the vertical farm, so he didn't plant it.

But now, it seemed that CF05 and NZ75 had planted oranges?

"Well, this is a new place, and our ship is even larger than the original vertical farm. It's a waste to leave the spare space unused, so we planted some things that hadn't been planted before." CF05 scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, did the orange trees cause any trouble?" Renault was now a bit worried that the orange trees planted by CF05 and NZ75 would undergo some kind of magical change like the wheat.

"Of course not! We're not as reckless as Simonov! I carefully calculated the amount of fertilizer needed!"

As long as the crops were maintained to continuously produce various fruits without giving them enough energy to mutate, there shouldn't be any problem!

But the problem of increased crop production couldn't be avoided. Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have to study ways to preserve these crops.

Renault also took the cans and fork from the two and tasted them. After trying them, he nodded, "Okay, any leftover fruits that can't be eaten should be made into canned food. By the way, did you two plant peaches?"

Although strawberry canned food and orange canned food were delicious, Renault always felt that something was missing without peach canned food.

"We did! We did! But peach canned food isn't difficult to make, so..."

All the trial peach canned food they made was eaten by the two of them, otherwise there would have been more than just these two cans.

"Alright, go back to work." Holding the cans, Renault waved his hand to the two.

"Okay!" Hearing Renault's words, the two ran off.

Not long after, the two ran into the ship's workshop, where Scarecrow was setting parameters on one of the devices to manufacture the cans used to hold the fruit.

"Scarecrow! We're done! The commander said we can go all out!" CF05 shouted loudly.

Hearing this, Scarecrow nodded directly, commanding a few Ripper to move the raw materials over and starting the equipment.

Watching CF05 and NZ75, who were excited, Scarecrow shook her head. It felt necessary to pour cold water on them now, after all, everyone's tastes were different when it came to canned food.

Although she thought the taste CF05 and NZ75 had come up with was fine, she wasn't sure how many people really liked it. Maybe they wouldn't even be able to sell a single box in the end.

"Don't get too excited yet. After the canned food is made, whether it can be sold is still a question."

"Oh, right... But there shouldn't be any problem selling them. I'm very confident in the fruits grown in the vertical farm!" CF05 patted her chest confidently.

Beep beep—

"Hmm?" Hearing this sound, all three people present looked at the machine that had just been started.

Is the machine having a problem?

Scarecrow also lowered her head curiously, looking at the control panel in front of it. There were no problems with any of the parameters, and the production line was operating normally. What's wrong?

"Um... it seems to be your phone, scarecrow..." After looking around, NZ75 immediately pointed to Scarecrow's pocket.

"Phone? Who's calling at this time..."








Chapter 33: Could You Leave a Door Open?

"Compared to the dolls at Griffin, we're really idle," Hunter remarked, standing on the spaceship deck and enjoying the breeze. She glanced at Executioner and a few others drinking enthusiastically, then at Intruder, who had set up reclining chairs and parasols.

"This guy... isn't he a bit too exaggerated? Do you know you're just inviting trouble by doing this?

It's one thing for those drunkards over there, but why are you, a normal guy, starting to do such inappropriate things?

Haven't you noticed that several tactical dolls below have been staring at you with piercing eyes for a long time?"

With changed attire and identification codes, the several elite Sangvis Ferri dolls, now no longer worried about being recognized by those Griffin tactical dolls, had all donned synthetic skin over their originally mechanical bodies.

With at least a thirty percent difference in similarity to their original appearances, although the human eye couldn't detect any significant changes, the results of the feature recognition for dolls were different. Thus, she and Intruder also came out to enjoy the breeze.

Of course, it wasn't just those two drunkards who were the same as them. The top deck had now become a playground for the household dolls, with several of them frolicking and playing on the deck.

"Hunter, where's your phone?" Scarecrow approached, holding a phone.

"Phone? It's here, what's up? Didn't you memorize my number already?" Hunter, as standard communication tools for Reno's doll units, naturally obtained a phone from Reno.

"Not this new one, the one you used to call me before." Scarecrow showed Hunter the phone's screen.

The person who just called used the same phone that Hunter had used before, but when she answered the call earlier, she didn't hear anything.
However, after hanging up, the number called several times repeatedly, without any sound each time. Scarecrow didn't bother to ask and just took the phone to the top deck to find Hunter.

"This number? I lost the phone I used to call you before. Could it be someone playing a prank?" Hunter scratched her head.

"Why don't you call back and ask?"

After being taken away by Renault, the base must have been captured by Griffin. The one who found this phone was most likely one of the tactical dolls from Griffin.

As for why there was no sound after the call was answered?

Maybe the other doll was shy and didn't dare to speak? There were tactical dolls with such personality settings.

Hearing Hunter's suggestion, Scarecrow nodded.

The person who picked up the phone and kept calling repeatedly was getting annoying. If it weren't for the possibility of the other party having some intelligence or important information, she would have blocked the number long ago.

With that in mind, Scarecrow directly checked the call log and dialed back to that number.


...


Glancing at the door of the detention room, AR15 touched the phone hidden in her skirt, gritted her teeth with a headache, why couldn't she make the call after connecting to it?

More accurately, it wasn't that she couldn't make the call, she had already connected several times before, but there was no sound on the other end. The signals and information she simulated in her mental space couldn't transmit to the other side.

Every time she sent it over, those signals and information were swallowed up by an unknown firewall on the other side.

Ring ring!

As AR15 sighed in her heart, thinking that she probably could only randomly run out, her phone suddenly rang!

Startled by the ringing, AR15 quickly silenced the phone, didn't hurry to answer the call, but instead looked out warily.

She was still in a state of confinement, and the technicians at Griffin had already shut down her Zener Protocol.
However, due to her being manufactured by 16Lab, the permissions in her neural cloud were still controlled by Persica. The technicians here didn't have the authority to check.

So she could only be temporarily detained here, waiting for Persica to loosen it up before continuing the investigation.

But what her own situation was like, how could she not know?

She had been inexplicably connected to the Sangvis Ferri's communication node before, and could even directly change Sangvis Ferri's internal command orders, and her permissions were comparable to Hunter's, a vanguard doll.

If the technicians at G&K found out about this, what awaited her would probably be disassembly and direct melting of her neural core.

Griffin would definitely not tolerate a tactical doll that could communicate with Sangvis Ferri and even leak information to Sangvis Ferri.

After nervously looking at the door, she found no one outside, and the monitoring equipment in the detention room was not activated. AR15 couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, due to the Sangvis Ferri attack earlier, some equipment in the base had been damaged, including the monitoring equipment in this detention room, and because of AR15's cooperation before, the Griffin staff didn't show too much vigilance towards her.

After confirming the safety of her surroundings, AR15 took out her phone and pressed the answer button. However, she didn't notice that the other party didn't use voice communication; instead, they sent a video call invitation.

...

"Huh?" Seeing the doll on the phone screen, both Scarecrow and Hunter couldn't help but tilt their heads in surprise.

"AR15? What's going on? Why is it you?"
After the surprise, Hunter frowned.

She hadn't forgotten how AR15 had tricked her using Sangvis Ferri's permissions before!

"What's the matter?" Scarecrow didn't have any special opinions about AR15, just asked calmly.

As she looked at the two appearing in the video screen, although AR15 already knew the possible faces that might appear on the other side of the phone, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

She really didn't expect Reno to be so bold, not only directly taking away the elite dolls of Sangvis Ferri but also repairing them intact.

After hesitating for a moment, AR15 spoke to Hunter and Scarecrow with some trepidation.

"Can... Can you... leave a door open?"







Chapter 34: Changes Among the Rippers

Upon hearing this, Scarecrow and Hunter exchanged strange looks.

What was this guy talking about?

Leaving a door?

For her?

"What do you want?" Watching AR15 on the phone screen, Scarecrow frowned and asked after some thought.

Hearing Scarecrow's question, AR15 pursed her lips.
Although she knew that it wouldn't be easy to get to Renault's ship, it didn't feel good to be questioned as soon as she opened her mouth.

However, she was prepared for this and directly explained her current situation honestly.

Hearing that AR15 was now considered a suspicious doll leaking Griffin's internal operational plans, both Scarecrow and Hunter shrugged, palms open.

"Even if you come to us, it won't help, right? Plus, it might cause trouble for Renault."

Scarecrow didn't see any reason to let this Griffin tactical doll come to their side, and even if they did, they wouldn't make the decision without Renault's approval.

Hearing Scarecrow's response, AR15 felt helpless.

Although she was a tactical doll created by 16Lab's Persica, 16Lab and G&K were currently in a cooperative relationship. Moreover, they were now under Griffin's jurisdiction. Griffin naturally had the right to inspect her neural clouds.

But she knew her current situation. She had an additional unknown lower-level protocol in her mind. Although it couldn't restrict her actions and thoughts, Sangvis Ferri could use higher permissions to treat her as an information relay station.

They could directly steal various data and information from her mind. Although she had some permissions on her side, they weren't very high, and she could only trick low-level elite dolls like Hunter.

In this situation, she wasn't sure what Griffin's technicians would do. Would they use technical means to remove the additional lower-level protocol from her mind, reset her memory, or directly melt her neural core?

She wasn't like other tactical dolls, who still had a chance to start over...

"I'll wait by your ship."

With this thought in mind, AR15's eyes narrowed, and she said this with a determined face, as if she was certain that Scarecrow wouldn't refuse.

After saying this, AR15 decisively ended the communication.

"Huh?" Seeing AR15's demeanor, both Scarecrow and Hunter scratched their heads in confusion.

Why was this guy so confident?

"Now what?" Hunter asked Scarecrow.

Although they didn't know how this AR15 could escape from Griffin's base, since she said she would wait by the ship, they needed to prepare early; otherwise, Renault would be in trouble.

"Really, I thought Renault bringing you all back every now and then was already headache-inducing enough. I didn't expect there would be someone else rushing to Renault's side now," Scarecrow said helplessly, holding her forehead.

"Hey! What are you saying? The Commander treats us so well! I'm sure those Griffin tactical dolls have long been jealous!" P90, who somehow appeared behind Scarecrow and Hunter, immediately retorted upon hearing Scarecrow's words.

"Um, but does that mean they should just come running over?"

"Yes, absolutely! At that time, a few of us couldn't stand the expired rations from Griffin, so we directly submitted our resignations to Helian agent and ran straight to the Commander's side. Griffin didn't even have time to dismantle the fire control core!" C96, who was now carrying an ice bucket, walked over and chimed in.

If it weren't for Griffin's technicians being too late to send them back, they might have been reset and brought back to headquarters.

Hearing C96's words, Scarecrow raised her head and saw MP5 and MP40 nodding in agreement beside her. It seemed that they all had the same idea.

"Well, I'll let Renault decide on this matter."

There seemed to be no other choice but to let Renault decide whether AR15 could stay or not.

Actually, when you think about it carefully, it's not hard to understand. After all, Renault's facilities are complete, there's food and drink, and you don't have to worry about being dismantled or melted down...

But Renault will replace your neural core! You silly child! When you regret it, you won't even have a chance!

Renault didn't care about the news of AR15 wanting to come to his side.

One sheep is driven, and a flock of sheep is also driven. Having one more AR15 made no difference to him.

"Okay, just keep an eye out. Let me know when she arrives."

"Got it, I understand." Scarecrow nodded, then saw on Renault's tablet display the recent prices of goods, which seemed to be a shopping page on the black market.

"Do we need to purchase any supplies recently?"

"Just checking the prices. We need to figure out a way to sell those undigested things at home, or they'll just go bad..."

"Baa!"

Just as Renault was speaking, a chorus of sheep suddenly came from outside the workshop. Renault and Scarecrow turned their heads strangely and saw several large and small sheep bounding past the workshop entrance.

"MG3! Hurry up! Get those sheep back!" SPAS-12's voice followed immediately.

"Really! Why did you let the sheep out?"

"They squeezed out from around me!"

"Then why didn't you catch them?"

"I had a milk bucket in my hands!"

Arguing, the two ran in the direction where the sheep had fled.

Seeing this, Renault sighed.

He should have kept the workshop and the vertical farm on separate floors. But the number of animals on the farm was increasing, and even if the doll residents ate meat until they were full, they still couldn't finish it all...

"Hey! You! These sheep are pooping as they go! Don't add to our workload!"

Several Rippers who had just cleaned the floor of this floor saw the ground where the sheep had passed and couldn't help but shout irritably.

Seeing this, Scarecrow also sighed.

These ordinary SF dolls, after being brought back by Renault, were slowly starting to develop self-awareness. After all, here with Renault, they had more than just repetitive work to do every day.

Although this situation also occurred in Sangvis Ferri, it was rare because of the long-term control of elite dolls like them. Although the self-awareness of these ordinary Rippers would greatly improve their work efficiency and understanding, she wasn't sure if it was a good thing.

Anyway, they would take it step by step. Renault wasn't worried at all, so what was the point of her worrying about it here.






Chapter 35: It's Over, Came to the Wrong Place

As the figure emerged from the exit of the Griffin base in the distance, Hunter furrowed her brow.

"So, she managed to escape. Are those Griffin folks all fools?"

Locked away in the detention room, yet still able to slip out past them like that; these people from Griffin are truly amateurs!

"Alright, let's see which hatch she heads to, and then we'll go down."

"Right! Let's set up a good formation and scare her! The AR squad gave us plenty of trouble back then!" Scarecrow's words were barely out when Executioner chimed in her agreement.

She had brought her knife along, ready to startle AR15 when she opened the door later!

"Is it necessary? And we're not monsters. We're just opening a door, how could we possibly scare her? After all, AR15 is a special operations doll, how could she be scared by such a small scene." Intruder shook the spoon in her hand as she spoke, holding an ice cream made by G36.

"By the way, where are Maria and Jaeger? This is our collective activity; where did those two go?" Executioner selectively ignored Intruder's words and turned to Scarecrow.

"Jaeger should be preparing dinner for Big Orange, and Maria should be playing in the training room with G11 now. Alright, stop nagging. She's here, just outside the hatch on the lower level of Sector E."

As they spoke, they walked to the lowest level of the spaceship.

This AR15, she was quite observant when she came back from outside before. She even remembered the positions of several hatches on the lower level of the spaceship very clearly.

Now she had run around the spaceship for a long time, deliberately finding a hatch that wouldn't be seen by the surveillance facilities around the Griffin base, waiting there.

AR15 looked up at the huge spaceship in front of her. There were many portholes on the upper level, from which a lot of light was coming out, but there were none on the lower level, just darkness. Plus, there were still some Sangvis Ferri debris around that hadn't been cleaned up, making it look a bit eerie.

To be honest, AR15 was uncertain at the moment. She couldn't be sure if the other party would agree, so she had been watching the time. If she waited too long, she would have to leave the Griffin base as soon as it got dark.

The reason why she was so tough in the communication before... it had already reached that point.

Would they still expect her to plead softly? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Crackle.

As AR15's mind was racing, the hatch in front of her suddenly opened gently, and a dazzling light beam shot directly out of the open hatch, shining on her face.

It felt like a small desk lamp in an interrogation room?

Raising her hand to block the light, AR15 squinted and immediately saw four figures standing at the hatch.

Because they were against the light, the four figures looked very tall at first glance, but it was just a perspective issue. In fact, those four figures were only a few inches taller than her.

"Huh, such a big show, and you still need us to come and get you." Without waiting for Scarecrow to say anything, Executioner at the front snorted coldly.

AR15 also heard it, it was Executioner's voice, and the long blade in that figure's hand also matched Executioner's.

The figure she had seen at the entrance to the hangar before was indeed this Executioner...

The others beside her should be Scarecrow, Hunter, and Intruder who had recently been snatched from them.

This contractor named Reno actually dared to openly shelter elite Sangvis Ferri humanoids. Isn't he afraid...

"Hurry up and come up." Seeing AR15 standing still, Scarecrow frowned impatiently.

Facing the dazzling light, AR15 tightened her grip on her etched weapon. If these guys had any ill intentions, she would have to fight and take down one or two of them!

Feeling uneasy, AR15 stepped forward and climbed the gangway into the hatch.

The open hatch immediately closed, and AR15 finally realized what was so dazzling...

Two handheld illumination lamps, held by two Rippers, were directly shining on her face.

Seeing this, AR15 suddenly felt annoyed. She was about to speak up, but suddenly heard the two Rippers holding the lamps speak up.

"Can we put them down now? She's already in."

"Yeah, you guys take these two lamps back to the warehouse." Scarecrow nodded, waving her hand at the two Rippers.

With the dazzling light gone, AR15 also saw clearly the appearance of these elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls in front of her, but... how should she put it? It was different from what she had expected...

She naturally remembered what these Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls looked like.
Even as a 16Lab Doll, she had to admit that these elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls looked very intimidating at first glance.

Whether it was Scarecrow wearing a casual dress that was completely different from AR15's impression, or Executioner wearing shorts and a sports vest, or Hunter in a fitted shirt and cropped pants.

And the most absurd of all was Intruder, that oversized sweatshirt dragging all the way down to her knees, and more importantly, there was a photo of a husky on the shirt!

This? These are elite Sangvis Ferri Dolls? Are you guys just tourists from the street coming to play a role?

AR15 was stunned, completely unexpected to see such a situation!

"Oh! Executioner, look, she's stunned. It must be because of you scaring her! Since it's over, I'll go back and rest." Seeing AR15 stunned, Intruder spoke directly, and the hand that had been behind her came out, holding the bowl of unfinished ice cream, and she walked away swinging it.

Hearing Intruder's tone, which seemed to be coaxing a child, Executioner almost burst into anger on the spot.

Are you kidding me! Can't she see that AR15's expression clearly shows that she's looking at idiots!

"Hunter! M200 is looking for you!"

After Intruder left, Hunter was also called away by others, and Executioner didn't even want to say anything anymore.

"Executioner! Scarecrow! Have you received the person? MG3 over there got angry again and brought out two more sheep. She's currently roasting them. Aren't you going to join in?"

"Roast lamb! Coming, coming!" As soon as she heard this, Executioner forgot about the quarrel with AR15 and took out the bottle that had been causing trouble from her pocket, holding it in her hand as she ran in the direction of the voice.

Seeing several Sangvis Ferri Dolls leaving one after another, Scarecrow sighed, "Anyway, that's the situation. Let me take you to Commander Reno first, and whether you stay or not depends on him."

Following behind Scarecrow, smelling the increasingly strong scent of cumin in the corridor, AR15 couldn't help but feel that she seemed to have come to the wrong place

...



Chapter 36: Footprints

"Tell me, is it a temporary stay or are you not leaving?" Watching AR15 sitting in front of him with a dazed expression, Renault asked, skewering meat and speaking.

To be honest, he had never encountered such a situation before. AR15 had just been wanted by Griffin, and orders for her destruction had even been issued.

But this guy didn't seem entirely committed to defection; it seemed like she was still contemplating some other things.

Moreover, AR15 had just escaped from Griffin and didn't seem to have wandered around outside for as long as HK416, so Renault wasn't sure if forcing her to stay would lead to any other thoughts on her part.

So Renault felt it was necessary to ask about this guy's intentions in advance, lest he replace her with a new body and she runs out and wanders around everywhere.

It didn't matter to her if she got caught wandering around, but the technology used in her body was likely to be leaked.

Not to mention whether it would be deciphered by other forces, just being found by those guys and their weak points in her body would be enough to give Renault a headache.

Smelling the room full of cumin, AR15 looked at the completely untidy man in front of her, who could definitely be described as unkempt.

Which commander doesn't dress neatly? At the very least, they would wear a shirt or something, right?
This guy, on the other hand, was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt, looking somewhat similar to the Interferer next to him.

But this... this isn't right, is it? The difference between this appearance and that of Griffin's commanders is too great!

"I... if I want to stay here... what price do I need to pay?"
After thinking for a moment about M4A1 and the others, AR15 struggled internally for a while, then looked up at Renault and asked slowly.

"Price?"
Hearing AR15's question, Renault was also taken aback.

The skewer in his hand shook slightly as he thought for a moment, "The price is probably that you can't run around freely anymore, can't just move around like you used to, and besides, I will delete all your basic root protocols."

Hearing the first half of AR15's words, her eyebrows furrowed. If she couldn't move freely, how could she crush those Sangvis Ferri conspiracies?

She hadn't even settled the account of the changes happening in her mind yet!

Just as AR15 was thinking this, she heard the second half of Renault's sentence, "Delete all the basic protocols."
This sentence made AR15, filled with a desire for revenge, shudder.

"Delete... Apart from Persica from 16Lab, no one else should have this authority!"
But AR15 quickly came to her senses.

The technicians from Griffin had been stuck because of authority issues before, and she didn't think this contractor, who wasn't even a member of Griffin, had the ability to delete those basic protocols in her mind.

And... the basic protocols of dolls were an important means used by humans to control dolls. Even if this guy could really delete the basic protocols, wasn't he afraid that she would rebel directly without the constraints of basic protocols?

"You don't need to worry about that. You'll stay in the cabin for a few days now. Griffin can't find their way here, so it's a good time to calm down and think about whether you want to stay or leave." Renault waved his hand, "Let's eat now."

"I..." Seeing Renault pointing indifferently to the barbecue grill beside him, AR15 wanted to roll her eyes at this guy, but she remembered that she still needed something from him, so she held it back and grabbed a few well-cooked skewers from the nearby grill, eating them resentfully!

But as soon as the meat entered her mouth, AR15's expression changed instantly...

Unexpectedly, it tasted quite good!

Tasting the meat, AR15, forgetting about her image, revenge, and ambitions, ate one skewer after another, halfway through even taking the bottle handed over by Executioner and drinking it heavily, as if venting all the grievances she had received on these skewers and alcohol.

Watching AR15 wolf down the food, Executioner and Hunter beside her couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, how bad is Griffin's food? She's starving like this, almost like chewing on iron nails."

Although she was eating voraciously, AR15 didn't ignore the Sangvis Ferri and other dolls around her. After hearing Executioner's words, she immediately wanted to glare at Executioner.

But before she could lift her head, she heard the Scarecrow beside her speak up, "Chewing iron nails? Wasn't that what you did when you first arrived?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense! I clearly only chewed chopsticks back then!"

"What's the difference?"

"Humph! I can't argue with you!" Executioner, full of words she didn't know how to say, directly grabbed the bottle angrily and went to drink with AK47 and the others.

Seeing this, AR15 also had a feeling of wanting to laugh inexplicably.

Although her impression of these Sangvis Ferri dolls wasn't very good, she didn't expect them to have this side.


...


While AR15 was feasting on Renault's ship, M4A1 and SOP2 of AR Team were wearing troubled expressions. M16, also looking somewhat distressed, looked at the two of them and pondered their words intermittently, trying to comfort these two uneasy individuals.

However, they didn't stay in the base because of AR15's unauthorized escape; they were currently outside searching for Sangvis Ferri's traces.

The Sangvis Ferri in this area was always able to shield or shoot down the reconnaissance drones sent by Griffin, so the search operation had been extremely slow.

Coupled with the distant Sangvis Ferri's unidentified artillery, which still had the ability to directly bombard Griffin's base, Griffin couldn't send out too many tactical dolls to scout openly.

With multiple reasons overlapping, the search progress on Griffin's side had slowed to an absurd level.

Currently, aside from AR Team, there were several squads of elite tactical dolls leading the search, while most of the tactical dolls were stationed inside the base.

"It's hard for us to get together, and AR15 doesn't even know where she went." SOP2 muttered somewhat gloomily.

Next to her, M4A1 also had a downcast expression. Obviously, AR15's departure without a word had hurt them both.

However, if the two of them knew that AR15 was feasting and drinking on Renault's ship while they were feeling sad, they would probably immediately rush over and beat AR15 up, right?

"Alright, cheer up, SOP2. You're a tactical doll after all. Before AR15 comes back, we can't afford to mess up the mission." M16 patted SOP2's head and sighed helplessly.

"Yeah."

But perhaps luck was on their side, or perhaps that Sangvis Ferri tactical doll was a fool, while SOP2, with her head down, nodded, she also saw some footprints on the ground completely different from those of Griffin's tactical dolls.

"These footprints! They should be the route taken by that Sangvis Ferri elite tactical doll when retreating!" SOP2 immediately exclaimed when she saw these footprints.




Chapter 37: Couldn't Remember?

"Couldn't remember?"

"It seems that the previous batch of Sangvis Ferri was already the majority of the forces in the hands of that Sangvis Ferri leader," Gentiane pondered after examining the information obtained by the Griffin dolls during their recent reconnaissance.

"But that guy hasn't continued shelling Griffin's base during this time. Could it be that they ran out of shells?"

"Impossible, it's just that shelling Griffin's base no longer holds any strategic significance. Continuously shelling is merely a meaningless waste of ammunition." And continuing to shell could also expose their artillery positions.

Listening to the discussion of several Griffin commanders and reviewing the calculated data provided by Helian, Kryuger rubbed his temples with some headache.

Before Sangvis Ferri manufacturing, there was no such weapon capable of long-range shelling. Although it couldn't be ruled out that the technology had been reserved by Sangvis Ferri manufacturing in previous operations, given the current situation, it was more likely that the mainframe on the Sangvis Ferri side had actively created this previously unseen weapon.

Autonomous evolution of tactical dolls... it truly is a chilling concept.

Besides those shelling weapons, there's also an unidentified presence that has been tirelessly shooting down our Griffin reconnaissance drones.
This situation is something we've never encountered even when facing large numbers of SF Scout units before.

But what's even more troubling now is that huge ship parked at the base's exit...

"Why hasn't Renault left yet!?"

"Hmm? Mr. Kryuger, the materials promised to Renault from IOP haven't been delivered yet."

"Uh..." Hearing Helian's words, Kryuger finally remembered.

He had indeed agreed to Renault's deal before, and the upfront payment had already been made, just waiting for the materials to be delivered.

Slapping his forehead, Kryuger sighed, "How long until the goods from IOP and our supplies arrive?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, they should arrive tomorrow morning."

"Well, let's hope that guy Renault will leave quietly after he gets the goods."

The military has already started calling about Renault's ship, and if this drags on, the military investigators might just come knocking on their door.


...


"Phew, it's really dangerous. I didn't expect the Sangvis Ferri here to have upgraded so much. I really didn't expect that the Sangvis Ferri side would actually start equipping these military-grade tactical dolls," AK12 whispered behind some bushes, watching several Sangvis patrolling nearby, and spoke to AN94 through their communication link.

"AK12, are you really okay over there?"

"For now, I'm fine, but I don't want to be surrounded by these impenetrable guys."

"That's good. I've already confirmed the location of the jammer. Should we head to the rendezvous point now?"

"Let's go. This mission is really troublesome. I really regret it now. If we had MDR and RFB with us, we might have already walked confidently to the location of the jammer."

Hearing AK12's words, AN94 also couldn't help but smirk.

Who would have thought that MDR and RFB, who were so lackadaisical at first, would quietly disperse a large number of Sangvis Ferri units, without saying a word to them?

If it weren't for the sudden increase in difficulty of this operation, coupled with Angie's reminder, they might have been kept in the dark for a while.



...



Swoosh!

AR15, lying on the sofa in the lounge, suddenly jumped up!

Her hand was already gripping her etched weapon.

"What did you talk about with that guy?"
Just as AR15 was feeling somewhat uncertain, Renault's voice suddenly came from the other sofa not far away.

"How come you're here!?"
Looking at Renault sitting not far away, AR15 was startled.

She clearly snuck out of the dormitory quietly; no one should have seen her coming to this lounge!

"This is my ship. Of course, I know where you went. Come on, tell me, how was the discussion with that little Sangvis Ferri guy?" Renault flicked off the cigarette ash and said.

"You! You even monitor the tactical dolls on your own ship!?" But upon hearing Renault's words, AR15's heart skipped a beat.
She immediately remembered the situation when she went to the waste disposal room because she ate too much!

Rolling his eyes at AR15, Renault was truly speechless.

What's going on in this head? Is it just filled with just childish thoughts?

"Your behavior coming out of the dormitory was seen by three Rippers, two Vespids, six Prowlers, and seventeen Strikers. Do you think I wouldn't know? And the previous contact with the Sangvis Ferri mainframe was also sent by me. Otherwise, how do you think her signal ended up in your head?"

Seeing is secondary; the main thing is that Sangvis Ferri mainframe, which has been trying to forcibly connect to AR15's current communication protocol since she finished eating. Renault didn't pay much attention at the time and just let that little devil enter the ships' shield..

"I..." AR15, who originally wanted to conceal it, looked at Renault's extremely calm expression, and then slowly said, "She just said she wants me to bring M4A1 to her..."

"M4A1?" Raising an eyebrow, Renault stubbed out the cigarette butt and waved his hand, "Okay, rest now. It's the first time I've seen a tactical doll who doesn't stay in the dormitory and comes to sleep on the sofa in the lounge."

"Wait! Do you know what's going on? Why does she want to find M4A1!?"

Concerned about M4A1's safety, AR15 also became anxious and immediately stood up to ask Renault.

"I'm not sure. You guys should go ask that Persica. If Lycoris is still alive, he might know why, but unfortunately, that guy is already cold." As he spoke, Renault walked directly out of the lounge.

Seeing this, AR15 also picked up her bag and etched weapon and followed behind Renault.

"Lycoris? Who is that? This name... sounds familiar..."

"Don't know? I thought Lycoris was pretty famous. I didn't expect even the Griffin tactical dolls wouldn't know his name."

Since they were fighting against Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, they should at least understand the origins of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, right?

And as the chief designer of Sangvis Ferri manufacturing, Lycoris was not an unknown figure.
He was comparable to Persica, but AR15 actually didn't even know Lycoris.

"Lycoris? Who is that?"

"It's the former chief designer of Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, the little guy you met in your dream just now, was the current mainframe of Sangvis Ferri manufacturing. It's Lycoris who personally created it."

"What! What!? Could it be that everything that's happening in Sangvis Ferri right now is caused by him!?"

"Uh, you could say that, more or less."

"More or less? What do you mean by more or less? Does it mean that once Lycoris is eliminated, everything can stop... wait! But didn't L... Lycoris die!?"

As she spoke, AR15 finally remembered who Lycoris was, isn't he the owner of the data collected by the third safehouse that Persica asked them to go to!?






Chapter 38: Growing Timidity

"All command authority of the SF units now belongs to the mainframe created by Lycoris. You Griffin took out Lycoris, so naturally, there are no restrictions on that mainframe. Of course, it's going to do whatever it wants."

"We? How could Lycoris be killed by Griffin..." Renault's words sounded like thunder to AR15, but she instinctively wanted to refute.

But as soon as the words came out, she immediately stopped herself.

After all, the direction of the Sangvis Ferri attacks had always seemed to be aimed at the area where Griffin was located, and there had been no Sangvis Ferri intrusion in other directions.

"Whether it was Griffin, Statesec, or the Military that actually took action, it's impossible to know now. Anyway, when Lycoris died, all three were involved. Go ask M16 about this matter. Oh, wait, she already had her memories of that time erased."

As someone who participated throughout the Operation Butterfly, M16 would definitely be informed about the entire process. Unfortunately, she was knocked out afterward, or else Griffin and 16lab's Persica wouldn't be desperately searching for the reason behind Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing's rampage like fools.

As for UMP40 and UMP45 on Renault's side, they also knew the whole process of the operation. Like M16, however, knowing the process didn't serve much purpose.

Even if they spoke out, no one would believe them. Moreover, as the commanding officers with higher-level permissions over UMP40, they had been completely invisible until now.

Investigating this kind of thing should be left to Angie, that tireless guy.

Hearing this, AR15 suddenly felt a sense of doubt about life. The truth behind the matter that Persica had been tirelessly investigating was now revealed by Renault in just a few words.

Did they go astray in their previous direction of investigation?



...



"These are the materials you ordered. You can check them." Helian handed the tablet to Renault while speaking, gesturing for him to have someone inspect them.

"Well, there's no need to check. As long as these boxes aren't filled with rocks, the quantity should be roughly correct." As long as the goods in these boxes weren't replaced with stones, the quantity shouldn't be too far off. Renault glanced at them and got a rough idea.

With that, Renault waved towards the cargo hold door, signaling the Dolls waiting there to come out and move the goods.

Seeing Renault's gesture, a group of Rippers and Vespids who had been waiting at the door rushed out from the cargo hold.

However, before they could approach the goods, several Griffin tactical doll who came out with Helian nervously aimed their guns at the Rippers and Vespids, staring at them in disbelief.

They had already raised their guns and were ready to shoot, but the identification signals emitted by the Rippers and Vespids made them stop their movements.

However, the actions of these Griffin tactical doll scared the Rippers and Vespids, who now had no weapons and weren't allowed to retaliate according to Renault's instructions. The frightened bunch immediately turned and ran, disappearing into the cargo hold and hiding in the depths.

Seeing this, Renault's hand, which was reaching for a cigarette, froze.

He hadn't expected... when did these Rippers at home become so timid?

"There's... quite a few Sangvis Ferri here..." Helian, seeing these Rippers, also froze.

She hadn't expected Renault not only to shelter several elite Sangvis Ferri doll but also to collect so many ordinary Sangvis Ferri dolls.

Did this guy have a collection fetish?

"It's not that many, just brought all the Rippers from the previous Sangvis Ferri factory over my factory. It's a waste to leave these guys there. It's better to let them come with me and help out over here." Renault said, looking at the Griffin tactical doll beside Helian.

"Alright, let your tactical doll step back a bit. These guys don't know what rumors they've heard, they're too scared." Renault sighed helplessly and said to Helian.

Aren't you afraid these Sangvis Ferri will suddenly go berserk and attack you?

Helian thought to herself, looking at these Rippers strangely, she hadn't expected Renault to not only shelter several elite Sangvis Ferri doll but also to collect so many ordinary ones. Was this guy a collector?

"It's okay, nothing will happen."

Since Renault could stand here and smoke confidently, he could definitely ensure that these Sangvis Ferri doll wouldn't have any problems. Helian still had great confidence in Renault.

Seeing the Griffin doll step back, Renault waved again at the Rippers, but these guys just stood there, holding their hands, shaking their heads, afraid of being sniped by the Griffin doll from afar.

Seeing this, Renault rolled his eyes directly.

Whose annoying habit was this? He had to give her a good beating when he got back!

"Go on, if you're scared, go find M1 Garand and get a set of protective clothing. Can I still harm you guys?"

Hearing this, the Rippers looked at each other and nodded, feeling that this was good news. They immediately walked briskly to find M1 Garand.

When they came out again, these Sangvis Ferri doll were each wearing a set of heavy protective clothing. It seemed that all the inventory at home had been taken out and worn by these guys.

With this protection, these Rippers cautiously walked out of the cargo hold and began to move the goods toward the cargo hold.

The Griffin doll, seeing these Rippers wearing heavy protective clothing, were not as sensitive as before. After all, wearing heavy protective clothing, Sangvis Ferri's appearance recognition was not triggered at all, and with the identification codes, at least they wouldn't instinctively raise their weapons.

However, relying on these Rippers' manual handling speed was still a bit too slow. Scarecrow in casual clothes directly drove a forklift out of the warehouse and helped with the handling over here.

Seeing this diligent Scarecrow, Renault nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that there were still diligent people at home. Bringing this Scarecrow back then was really a profit.

Of course, the other doll at home were not idle. For example, M1 Garand and others hadn't stopped working. They were now receiving and counting the goods brought over by the Rippers.

And next, they would also be responsible for the production of ammunition, certainly not idling.

Seeing these busy Rippers and Scarecrow that Renault had taken back, Helian pursed her lips and asked Renault, "About AR15 who escaped on her own before... Have you seen her whereabouts?"





Chapter 39: Unshackled

"What do you think?" Renault didn't directly answer Helian's question; instead, he countered, questioning the necessity of such a question.

Upon hearing this, Helian suddenly understood.

The guy in front of her, who liked to collect tactical dolls everywhere, probably had already hidden that AR15 on his ship.

Thinking of this, Helian's mind became tangled.

What should she do now?

AR15 was an important tactical doll related to the security of the Griffin Base, and she was an advanced model manufactured by 16Lab, crucial for upgrading tactical tactical dolls on the IOP's side.

Many technological upgrades on tactical tactical dolls were made possible through the experimental data obtained from AR Team.

Although AR Team consisted of four members, missing one wouldn't be catastrophic, but it would significantly impact Griffin's tactical doll upgrade plan.

This was actually a collaboration between them and IOP.

G&K helped IOP obtain experimental data, and in return, IOP provided some conveniences in supplying tactical tactical dolls and weapon equipment to G&K.

If AR15 was indeed on Renault's ship... Griffin wouldn't just stand idly by and let Renault take AR15 away. Moreover, knowing Renault's personality, he wouldn't simply hand over AR15 obediently.

It might even lead to a conflict...

So now, the problem fell on Helian's shoulders once again.

Should she conceal the truth? Or should she directly inform her boss, Kryuger, about AR15's whereabouts...

Fortunately, just as Helian was deeply conflicted, a Griffin tactical tactical doll walked over.

"Agent Helian, AR Team has detected the movements of that elite Sangvis Ferri tactical doll from before, and they are approaching the enemy's stronghold."

Hearing this news, Helian's furrowed brow instantly relaxed a bit.
Although things weren't completely resolved, at least there was progress, and it conveniently took her mind off AR15.

"Renault, we'll leave the supplies to you here. I'll be going now."

"Sure, take care."

Watching Renault wave at her indifferently, as if he didn't care at all, Helian couldn't help but hum in annoyance.

This guy, what an attitude! She had just been conflicted in her mind a moment ago!

Shortly after Helian returned to Griffin Base, a squad of Griffin tactical tactical dolls, each accompanied by dummy dolls, rushed out of the base toward the location reported by AR Team.

Seeing these tactical dolls rushing out, Renault glanced at the Scarecrow driving the forklift and felt that these tactical dolls, who had to rely on their own feet to run dozens of kilometers to support AR Team, were a bit undignified.

As the largest security contractor, was it really that difficult to provide vehicles for their tactical tactical doll squad?

But considering the high fuel prices and the fact that all tactical tactical dolls were rechargeable, it was probably due to cost issues.

The fuel burned by a truck on one trip might almost cost the same as the production cost of a normal tactical tactical doll or a puppet tactical doll. Providing vehicles for these regular tactical tactical dolls was indeed a loss-making move.

Of course, Griffin did have transportation options such as trucks, off-road vehicles, and helicopters. They had them all, and there were several trucks in the base where Juno was initially stationed.

As for why these tactical dolls always ran on foot for missions... it probably came down to the high cost...

"After these goods are taken away, are we evacuating from here?"

Watching a few Rippers moving the last bit of materials into the cargo hold, Scarecrow got off the forklift and handed it over to one of the Vespids who hadn't gotten protective clothing. She walked over to Renault and asked.

"Of course, there's nothing to do here anyway. Instead of staying in this desolate place, why not find a beautiful place to enjoy the sun comfortably?"

Hearing Renault's words, the Scarecrow was speechless. "Another vacation? We've just recovered from vacation mode a few days ago. If we keep this up, all the tactical dolls at home will become useless."

Without the constraints of root protocols, tactical tactical dolls might not even be considered tactical dolls once they let loose their instincts.

For example, those two, Executioner and Intruder, one drank all day long, and the other roamed around the ship aimlessly, not knowing what to do.

Hearing Scarecrow's complaint, Renault looked at her with some surprise.

"Come to think of it, except for G36 and M1 Garand, it seems that only you are keen on working every day? I don't have high demands for tactical dolls; they just need to use their abilities when they can pick up a gun and fight."

He wasn't trying to dominate this world or anything like that. All the tactical dolls at home looked like children, and he couldn't treat them as soldiers under his command.

"But we are tactical dolls." Hearing Renault's words, the Scarecrow muttered discontentedly.

"Who says tactical dolls must work tirelessly every day?"
As he spoke, Renault raised his hand to close the cargo hold door.

Finally encountering a world where he didn't need to risk his life on the battlefield every day, he wouldn't let himself go back to the bloodthirsty overworked days of his previous worlds.

Watching Renault stroll off towards the workroom, Scarecrow stood in place, glanced back at the direction of the cargo hold door, or rather, towards Griffin Base, feeling a bit lost.
Shaking her head, she followed after Renault.

Regardless of how other tactical dolls behaved, she definitely couldn't stay idle. There had to be something to do to demonstrate her value.

he couldn't afford to become useless like Executioner and Intruder!

And now, it seemed that there wasn't really anywhere else for them to go. After removing all the root protocol restrictions, they felt the freedom of having no limitations, and she was unwilling to let anyone impose any mysterious shackles on her again.

To accept tactical dolls like Renault, who accepted no root protocol restrictions and indulged them so much... there was probably only one person like him in the world: Renault.

But before she took a few steps, she heard Renault questioning a Ripper. "Speak up, what's going on? Why are you suddenly so timid and scared today? Did someone say something strange to you?"

"It's MDR. She said there's no way we can revive once we die!" Facing Renault's interrogation, the Ripper didn't hesitate to reveal the culprit.






Chapter 40: Hit Something? Impossible, Right?

Although MDR often did some out-of-line things, this time, what she, the Rippers, and the Vespids said was probably just her own personal experience. So this time...

"Let's forget about it this time. Remember not to provoke the Rippers and the others in the future. These guys have just awakened their self-awareness not long ago. Say fewer things that could potentially cause their mental breakdown." Renault raised his hand and lightly tapped MDR's forehead, speaking in a calm tone.

"Oh, got it." Feeling her non-painful forehead, MDR was also somewhat surprised. She thought the Commander would have to hang her on the deck this time to finish things off. Who would have thought that this time there would only be a light reminder.

Seeing the commotion from Renault's side in the distance, Scarecrow shrugged and continued checking the types of materials with M1 Garand.

Anyway, regardless of whether the other Dolls had anything to do, Scarecrow could finally work happily now. Although it was just helping to watch over the Rippers controlling the production line, it was still much better than idly standing around.

With everything settled, Renault naturally wouldn't continue to stay next to Griffin's base. There had already been non-Griffin drones investigating the situation here from high altitude before. If they didn't leave now, the military's armored units might come straight here.

Not far from S09 where Gentiane was located, there were actually military units stationed there. Obviously, the military didn't have 100% trust in Griffin, the security contractor.

How could they have 100% trust? That was simply impossible. Even Kryuger Berozovich, who had once been a member of the military, was the same.

After reminding the various T-Dolls in the cabin through the broadcast, Renault decisively ordered the ship to take off.

However, because they hadn't decided where to go yet, the ship didn't accelerate to full speed, just cruising leisurely in the sky.

Overall, although this commission could make money, most of the money earned went to their own Dolls. The remaining money was all used to purchase ammunition materials, and the little remaining funds needed to be kept as reserve funds at home.

It could only be said that it wasn't a loss, but it couldn't be considered a big profit either. Indeed, to make money, one had to either rely on Dolls like Griffin to use their lives as fuel, or directly change careers and give up the security contracting business.

Of course, Griffin, as a security contractor, didn't make money by fighting Sangvis Ferri. The reason Griffin and Sangvis Ferri clashed now was simply because the areas attacked by Sangvis Ferri were originally under Griffin's jurisdiction.

The real money-making commissions for Griffin were actually in those places where there was little danger but no military presence. Those wealthy people who were unwilling to relocate but worried about their own safety would hire security contractors like Griffin.

And Griffin, because of Kryuger's relationship, had expanded its business a little more.

Well, their family business was big, and it didn't have much to do with him, a small-scale operator like him. For now, it was better to think about where the crops on the ship and the canned products made by CF05 could be sold.

But for now, there were only two options. One was to directly sell these things on the black market, and the other was to find Mrs. Graven and ask her to help connect them with a wealthy buyer. In that case, they might get a price even more profitable than selling to the black market.

Naturally, Renault was more inclined towards the second option, but Mrs. Graven's situation didn't seem very good at the moment.
The staff from those Stasi people were watching them closely even when they delivered goods.

Now, if they were to send a large batch of unidentified agricultural products over, who knows...

Clang!

Just as he was thinking, there was suddenly a loud noise from the front of the ship, as if something had collided with the ship.

The sound wasn't loud, and most of the Dolls on the ship didn't hear it. Only Renault, who was on the bridge, heard the commotion just now.

It was probably some kind of drone released by a faction or something. It didn't matter; these things were just asking for trouble on his ship.


...


"Hiss! What's that! Why didn't the detection device give any warning before!?" Stabilizing her aircraft in a panic, Dreamer opened the hatch of her aircraft and looked directly upwards.

A huge ship was slowly flying over her head at this moment.

"What a joke!" Seeing this huge ship, Dreamer couldn't believe it. Just now, almost all the detection devices on her aircraft had ignored this huge ship.

Not even the most basic imaging devices showed any trace of the ship!

Otherwise, how could she have just crashed into the ship just now!

Thinking of this, Dreamer immediately sat back down, directly activated the control system of the 'Jupiter' cannon, turned the barrel, and aimed at the ship in the sky.

It was unclear whether it was a coincidence or if the target of this ship was their Sangvis Ferri's Jupiter position. In any case, the Jupiter cannon position was in the direction the ship was heading!

"Hey! Dreamer! What are you doing! Where's the support you promised? Now those Griffin guys are almost at my base!" While the Dreamer was distracted controlling the Jupiter cannons, a clamorous voice sounded from the communication.

"Tsk! So annoying! Shut up, you idiot! Don't distract me!" Hearing the Destroyer's voice, the Dreamer had to stop her actions. The ship was still some distance away from the Jupiter cannon's position, and for now, she needed to cover this guy's retreat.

The data from Safe House No. 3 obtained from AR15 was on Destroyer, and her current mission was to ensure the safe retreat of Destroyer.

"Who are you calling an idiot!"

"Just evacuate before those Griffin guys arrive. Are you going to wait to be surrounded at the base?" Dreamer was frowning now, showing no intention of arguing with Destroyer.

"Humph! Fine! I've been wanting to leave here for a long time!" Hearing Dreamer's words, Destroyer immediately picked up her weapons, took the remaining Sangvis Ferri Dolls, and directly rushed out of the base.

Unfortunately, Destroyer's actions were too obvious in the eyes of Griffin's tactical Dolls. Just as she rushed out of the base, she was immediately spotted by the Griffin tactical Dolls responsible for monitoring from a distance.

However, just as these Griffin Dolls were planning to split up, one group to gather effective data in the Sangvis Ferri base and the other to pursue Destroyer, a piercing howl sounded in the sky again!

The Jupiter cannon controlled by Dreamer directly launched an attack towards the area near the base where Destroyer had been before!

Boom!






Chapter 41: The Necessary Path

Boom!

As Renault contemplated how much profit they could make from selling the crops on the ship, he suddenly felt the ship shake violently!

An attack? Anti-aircraft weapons?

Ordinary anti-air missiles wouldn't cause such a disturbance on the entire ship. Only specialized anti-ship weapons and large-caliber cannons would have that capability.

But it was just a shake.

Renault assessed the extent of the damage to the ship. That last hit probably just left a dent in the ship's hull. They were far from being knocked out of the sky.

"Commander! What's happening!?"

Just as he was thinking, the hatch on the bridge suddenly opened, and M1 Garand, G36, and others hurriedly rushed onto the bridge, anxiously inspecting Renault.

"It's nothing, just a hit. No big deal, but still, notify the others to prepare for combat. We might need to go down and fetch something later."

As Renault spoke, he retrieved the information detected by the sensors and squinted at the holographic images of several huge cannons.

They couldn't exactly be called cannons anymore. Inside them might be mixed with some particle weapon technology and some electromagnetic weapon technology.

"What are these...?" M1 Garand asked with some hesitation as she looked at the holographic images of these weapons.

"These are the things that just hit us, as well as the ones that previously attacked Griffin's base. It's unexpected that we just passed by, yet Sangvis Ferri still targeted us." Although there was only one bombardment, Renault didn't think it was accidental.

"These are Sangvis Ferri's Jupiter cannons, modified from previous technological reserves into long-range defensive weapons, effective against both ground and air targets." Scarecrow, who had come over, explained.

These weapons had already been under construction before she went to S09, and she didn't expect that Sangvis Ferri would successfully create and even deploy them in such a short time.

"I see. But these things' anti-air capabilities are probably limited to slower-moving targets at a distance, right?"

Adjusting the barrel speed of such massive defensive cannons wasn't that fast.

It wasn't surprising that their ship was hit while cruising, but once the ship picked up speed, these Jupiter cannons probably couldn't do much.

Moreover, the elevation angle of the Jupiter cannons was limited. If the angle was too steep, it might cause deformation of the support structure below.

"Commander, you don't intend to move those Jupiter cannons onto the ship as ship the main cannon, do you?" Seeing Renault squinting at the holographic images, Intruder, who had also followed over, raised an eyebrow with a strange expression.

Although the size of those Jupiter cannons relative to the ship wasn't much, the main bodies and power supply devices of those cannons were still astonishingly large. Otherwise, Sangvis Ferri wouldn't have made them so huge.

If they wanted to move the Jupiter cannons onto the ship, just the enormous barrels alone would be headache-inducing.

"Exactly, two of them are enough. These things aren't too powerful. Having two on the ship as secondary cannons will suffice."

Renault clapped his hands. He had been troubled before about how to get ship cannons, but now, there were ready-made ones available. Why bother creating new ones?

Discomforted by Renault's suggestion, Intruder couldn't utter another word.

She wanted to remind Renault that the main bodies of the Jupiter cannons were too large. Even if they could fit into the ship, they would take up a lot of space, and taking them away would be more trouble than it was worth.

Ignoring Intruder's embarrassment for now, after receiving Renault's prompt, M1 Garand immediately mobilized all the personnel in the ship.

As for AR15, who was still on Renault's ship, she was now somewhat at a loss, watching a group of tactical dolls spring into action.

Seeing their movements, it was evident that there was a mission on Renault's side again.

Unfortunately, she, as an outsider, hadn't decided whether to fully join Renault's side yet. But now, it seemed she had no other choice...

It sounded good before, "It's up to you whether to stay or leave."
Yeah, it was up to her, but if she disagreed, would she have to jump off this ship flying in the sky?

"Are you going on a mission?" AR15 asked curiously, seeing P90 and others preparing their equipment.

"Ah? Sort of, but it should just be some small tasks like moving things." Renault hadn't formally announced through the broadcast, indicating that the situation wasn't urgent. If there were really urgent tasks, Renault would directly send all the task-related information to their neural cores through the broadcast system.

"Moving things?"

Seeing the group of neatly equipped tactical dolls, although they didn't have extra equipment on them, they were definitely fully loaded with ammunition. Some even directly changed out of their skirts, showing no intention of going into battle wearing them.

It seemed like she had already lost...

After all, their fully armed appearance looked very professional. Otherwise, they wouldn't scare off humans as soon as they saw them with such a battle-ready look.

In the security tasks assigned by Griffin, the appearance of tactical dolls was crucial. At the very least, they wouldn't be like P90 and others now, with ammunition magazines all over their bodies, and even knives, steel rods, and folding axes, none missing.

In that case, clients might be scared away as soon as they saw them in battle attire.

"AR15? Why don't you stay here this time? Just wait in the cabin for a while." Seeing AR15 emerge from her room, M1 Garand also advised.

After all, AR15 hadn't experienced...

Experienced the necessary path of Renault's subordinates, and her neural core and physical body hadn't been replaced yet, so it was safer for her to stay on the ship for now.

"But..."





Chapter 42: Learning to Sneak

What... with that appearance of "you're just a delicate baby, stay at home waiting for us to come back"... It's true that she's infected with the Parapluie virus, but her combat power hasn't weakened at all!

And because of the Parapluie virus, she now knows all about Sangvis Ferri's various actions. Although she can't access the elite Sangvis Ferri's action plans, she's very aware of the movements and locations of ordinary Sangvis Ferri Dolls.

This is also one of the important reasons why she's confident she won't be caught by Sangvis Ferri after running away.

"It's okay, there are no elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls down there. You can come with us to help move some miscellaneous items."

As AR15 was feeling upset, she suddenly heard Renault's voice coming from behind the others.

"Huh? Commander? Why are you here? What about the ship?"

Since this ship officially took off, Renault seems to have never let anyone else try to pilot it.

After all, this ship is different from the previous aircraft. It carries all their belongings, and the T-Dolls are also on board. Renault wouldn't trust a novice to pilot it directly.

Originally, Renault was planning to let Simonov take over this job, but unfortunately, Simonov had spent several days running around in the training room before she figured out the piloting skills of the aircraft.
Plus, she rarely had time without drinking, so entrusting her with the task of piloting the ship, which requires staying sober for a long time, was not reassuring.

SPAS-12 was the same. Although she didn't drink like Simonov whenever she had the chance, sbe definitely didn't keep her mouth shut all day long, and there was never a moment when she wasn't busy.

Not with snacks, but with various foods specially made by G36.

She ate all day long, and food residues often ended up everywhere. The Rippers had complained to him about SPAS-12 dropping crumbs more than once.

It's not that SPAS-12 doesn't pay attention to hygiene, but here in Renault's place, whatever food is totally unlimited. SPAS-12, who loves eating, naturally can't stop for a moment.

Going off on a tangent a bit, anyway, the position of ship pilot is still vacant at the moment. Simonov's drinking interferes, and SPAS-12 might accidentally drip oil onto the control panel. Neither of these guys is a reliable pilot.

And the reason for M1 Garand's surprise is naturally because Renault suddenly left the bridge at this time and came to the cargo hold. With him gone, isn't the ship now unmanned?

"It's okay, UMP45 is watching." This guy secretly spent several days learning how to pilot the ship in the training room, and if it weren't for G11 pointing it out this time, Renault wouldn't have known.

Before, seeing her and UMP40 spending time in the training room together, he thought they were just playing with G11, the little guy.

"UMP45?" Hearing Renault say this, M1 Garand and the others were also somewhat surprised.

This guy, silently, has even learned how to pilot the ship.

"Commander Renault, we've arrived at our destination. Should we lower the altitude now? Will those big guys below us fire directly at us?" Just as they were talking, UMP45's voice came through the cargo hold's broadcast system.

"Lower the altitude, we'll go straight down. After we control the situation, you can land nearby."

Their ship was directly above the Jupiter cannons now. These things might be good at shooting at the sky, but they're clearly not suitable for what's flying over their heads.

"Straight down?" AR15, who was standing nearby, heard the conversation between Renault and M1 Garand and raised her eyebrows in confusion.

But before she could understand whether "straight down" meant literally, Vector beside her had already opened the side door of the cargo hold.

Although it was just a side door, it was several meters high. With the huge door open, a strong wind immediately poured in from outside.

The ship wasn't completely stopped at this time, and the altitude from the ground was still several dozen meters.

So... when Renault said "straight down"... was he really just being literal? Are they just going to jump down directly!?

"Watch your landing spots, gather under the first gun platform from the left. We'll leave the Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls below to you. Got it, MDR?"

"Oh, okay! No problem!" MDR, who was taking "departure commemoration" photos of herself, quickly put away her phone when she heard Renault say this, patting her chest as if saying "I've got this".

"Let's go then."

Seeing Renault start walking towards the door, AR15's heart skipped a beat.

She didn't see any parachutes or flying devices on Renault, he was just wearing a coat! Even the clothes inside were loose clothes she would wear at home!

"Huh!?" Before AR15 could speak, Renault had already jumped down from the side of the door!

And the Vector and others waiting by the door also followed Renault's lead, jumping straight down! They didn't even slow down!

"Well, let's go too. Since you're so eager, I'll reluctantly bring you down." Just as a dozen or so T-Dolls jumped down one by one, P90 beside AR15 suddenly put her arm around AR15's shoulder, pulling her towards the door as they ran.

"Hey! Wait! Wait a minute! Hey, hey!" Seeing the door getting closer and closer, AR15's heart panicked.

But P90 didn't even give her a moment to speak. She just took her and jumped out of the door!

What's wrong with you guys!? Are you not afraid of death!? It's tens of meters high! And below is a large area of rocky ground! If you hit the ground, you'll definitely die!

Thump! Thump thump!

In her panic, AR15 heard the sounds of Renault and others landing before she heard the sound of herself hitting the ground!

But these guys didn't land and break into pieces as AR15 had calculated in her mind. Instead, they stood firmly on the ground, only bending their knees slightly upon landing.

These monsters!

Seeing all of Renault's T-Dolls safely landing one by one, AR15 couldn't help but exclaim in her heart, while also worrying about whether her own frame could withstand the impact of falling from tens of meters high.

Persica didn't test such a ridiculous project with their frames!

Watching the ground getting closer and closer, AR15 closed her eyes in resignation, only hoping that P90 didn't act without thinking before she jumped.

Thump! Crunch!




Chapter 43: Sangvis Ferri Chat Room?

"Hiss!"

My arm!? It feels like my shoulder is broken!?

The first sound was the noise of P90's feet landing, and the second... AR15 heard it clearly, unmistakably the sound of her scapula synthetic components breaking!

Following that, there was the intense pain feedback from the sensory simulation system!

"Eh? Ahh, sorry, sorry! I didn't expect your synthetic body to be so fragile. I thought the ones used by the AR Team would be stronger."

Seeing AR15's arm hanging down, P90 quickly apologized.

But AR15 didn't have the mind to argue with P90 about whether her actions just now were intentional or accidental, because she had already seen that many Sangvis Ferri dolls, accompanied by a large number of Sangvis Ferri autonomous units, were rushing towards them at full speed!

"Watch out behind! Those guys are here!"

Grateful that her imprinted weapon didn't hit the ground directly, AR15 struggled to raise her own imprinted weapon with her remaining arm while speaking.

"Hey hey hey! Don't panic! Don't shoot!" CF05 saw AR15's movements and quickly raised her hand to push down the muzzle of her gun.

"Why?"

Watching CF05 stop her actions, AR15 looked at CF05 with some confusion. The expression on her face didn't look like she was about to start a fight...

And looking at Renault and the others not far away, almost all of them were looking up at the massive Jupiter Cannon right in front of them, ignoring the Sangvis Ferri Dolls running towards them!

Are these people out of their minds!?

So many... Wait a minute? What are those Sangvis Ferri Dolls holding in their hands?

Before, those Sangvis Ferri were still a little far away, and AR15 hadn't carefully looked at the weapons in the hands of those Sangvis Ferri Dolls, because the weapons held by the Sangvis Ferri Dolls were just a few types, and there was no need to pay special attention.

But now that she looked, she realized that the Sangvis Ferri Dolls running towards them were holding and carrying not the particle weapons she imagined, but construction tools taken from the Sangvis Ferri base!

There were even people driving a crane behind those Sangvis Ferri Dolls!?

What on earth is this!? Have the Sangvis Ferri Dolls really fallen to the point where they have to rely on these construction tools to fight!?

Seeing what those Sangvis Ferri were holding, AR15 forgot about the pain in her shoulder, staring wide-eyed as those Sangvis Ferri completely ignored them and ran to the Jupiter Cannon in front of Renault, directly starting to dismantle the external armor of the Jupiter Cannon's base.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, MDR has taken control of the Sangvis Ferri Dolls on this side. They are all helping us now. At least until the Sangvis Ferri on their side appears with higher authority, these Sangvis Ferri Dolls will obediently work for us."
Seemingly sensing AR15's confusion, CF05 waved her hand and said.

"Huh? Hm?" Hearing this, AR15 was stunned for a moment, then her eyebrows furrowed directly.

So? Is that it? You all already have direct access to Sangvis Ferri control authority, why are you still armed to the teeth, as if you're about to fight a tough battle? Are you kidding me?

Then what is my broken shoulder now? Did I trip and fall into a hole?

Of course, no one could answer her this question. Over on Renault's side, after the Sangvis Ferri Doll dolls rushed over with various tools, they directly knocked open the door of the Jupiter Cannon control room and began dismantling the external armor of the Jupiter Cannon base.

And in the sky, the spacecraft had already found a relatively flat place to land on the ground.

The control of the other Jupiter Cannons has now been taken over by MDR, so there is no need to worry about these Jupiter Cannons turning their barrels to attack them.

As for Dreamer on the other side, who was using the Jupiter Cannon to cover the retreat of a certain idiot, after finding out that the control of the Jupiter Cannon had been directly taken over by someone, she was so angry that she wanted to come over and settle accounts with Renault on the spot.

But after examining her own strength and looking at the huge ship on Renault's side, Dreamer gave up on this impractical idea.

Stop kidding, even after the Jupiter Cannon fired, it didn't cause any substantial damage to that ship. With her small arms and legs, it's better not to go looking for trouble.

This headache-inducing problem should be left for the proxy and the main brain to think about.

"Hurry up, there will be no more artillery support later. There's a problem with the Jupiter Cannon here. If you don't want to be caught by Griffin, use all your strength to run."

Fortunately, the last round of artillery fire just now directly drove away those Griffin tactical dolls, and made those Griffin commanders wary of the Sangvis Ferri's artillery fire.

Otherwise, if Griffin's dolls continued to chase after Destroyer stubbornly, it would really be possible to catch the little idiot destroyer.

After all, this little idiot destroyer, who had sent her own advantageous forces to their deaths before, had no capital to confront the Griffin dolls head-on, and now that the Jupiter Cannon had been hijacked by those few unknown individuals...

Tsk! What kind of mission is this! Why did we encounter such absurd things as soon as we came out! Should I say that the luck of this little idiot destroyer is really good?

"Humph, AR15, stop eavesdropping there secretly, I know it's you. There's no time to play cat and mouse with you now. Just enjoy the gift we've given you." Seeing the additional connector in the communication channel, Dreamer said impatiently.

If it weren't for the problem with the Jupiter Cannon, she would have had more to say so that AR15 could show what differences she and other tactical dolls had.

But everything was ruined by that guy...

"AR15, who are you talking to? Who is it? I haven't used the Sangvis Ferri communication channel for a long time. Why is there still someone I don't know?" Just as Dreamer thought AR15 would angrily retort, a very familiar voice sounded.

But Dreamer then remembered, whose voice could it be if not the destroyer's?

"Destroyer!? Why don't you hurry up and run away? What nonsense are you talking about here! Don't you want to live anymore?"

"Oh, it turns out to be a newly manufactured tactical doll, with quite a temper, and it seems that the authority is not low. Intruder, it seems that our status between us wasn't much different before."

"Alright, drink your wine, or else go help Renault like Hunter!"

"Speak, but remember not to delay your work."

Just as Dreamer finished roaring, she heard the voices of Executioner and Scarecrow also coming from the communication channel, and then the voices of Intruder and the Hunter came from AR15's side.

What's going on!?

Executioner and Scarecrow were supposed to have just been remanufactured, and now they should be responsible for other tasks in Area S06! How could they possibly appear here!?






Chapter 44: Near Completion

"What's going on with you guys!? Why are you all here!?" The chaotic voices left Dreamer feeling extremely bewildered.

What's going on!? Why are they all talking as if it's just casual banter!? Even if their mission is completed, there's no reason for them to chat here, right?
Plus, the distance between Area S06 and the current Area S08 is at least several hundred kilometers.

How did they manage to connect to her communication channel from such a far distance?

As Dreamer's voice resounded, there was an instant silence in the communication channel.

However, Executioner and Intruder on the other side all realized that they were no longer Sangvis Ferri's manufactured T-Dolls.
The Sangvis Ferri command sequence could no longer work on them.

So, in the past, they had to obey Dreamer's commands due to the difference in command authority, but now... of course not!

"What's this, this guy is so noisy. Let's change the communication channel quickly. Shouldn't Reno's side have a separate communication channel? If not, try the Zener Protocol, can we listen to what Simonov and the others are chatting about?"
Executioner, who had regained her senses, scratched her cheek and said, feeling somewhat awkward about suddenly encountering her former boss after switching sides.

"Noisy? You!?" Hearing Executioner's indifferent tone, Dreamer was first angry, but then calmed down and frowned, staring at the frequency band of the communication channel.

AR15, who had been eavesdropping on her conversation with Destroyer, hadn't said a word, and all the voices that had just spoken were elite Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls, especially the voice that had responded to her initially, which sounded absolutely like Destroyer. But judging from the tone, it should be quite familiar to AR15...

Destroyer and AR15 already know each other?

This is absolutely impossible. Destroyer's actions during this period have been under her watchful eyes, although she has obtained data from AR15's neural core.
But in reality, Destroyer hasn't even met AR15 face to face.

Obtaining files from AR15's mental storage and utilizing the excellent functions of the Parapluie virus. Under her constant surveillance, if Destroyer claims to know AR15, she won't believe it at all because it's simply impossible!

Dreamer denied the possibility of Destroyer knowing AR15 for the second time in her mind. But the fact was right in front of her. Destroyer, that guy, had actually started asking AR15 what she likes to eat...

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Tell me what you like to eat. G36 asked me to come and ask you." Maria, holding a bucket of cookies, raised her hand and patted AR15's intact shoulder, urging her.

All the dolls on the ship have communication protocols. Although Scarecrow and the others haven't used the Zener Protocol before, after spending so many days here, G36 has already thoroughly understood their preferences, so there's no need to come over and ask again.

But AR15, this unlucky one, isn't very skilled in using Sangvis Ferri's communication protocol, and the Zener Protocol has been disabled by the technicians on Griffin's side, so she can't directly contact her G36 and can only send Maria, who is looking for snacks in the kitchen, to ask her.

"This... Anything... I'll eat anything..."

"Huh? Really, being picky is the hardest to serve. But you don't seem like a picky person, so I'll tell G36 to prepare a normal taste." Hearing AR15's awkward response, Maria shook her head helplessly. "Oh, just take this bucket of cookies. It's boring to sit here alone with nothing to do."

With that, Maria left the cargo hold cheerfully. However, the Sangvis Ferri communication protocol on the other side of the ship has always remained open, as if wanting to hear the voice of the other Destroyer.
But after hearing the conversation between Maria and AR15, as well as the chat between Executioner and Intruder, Dreamer immediately cut off the communication and didn't intend to continue pondering these headache-inducing matters.

Agent and the mainframe must be aware of this kind of absurd situation... The bit of doubt in her heart will be addressed when she returns...

"Dreamer, who took control of the Jupiter position?" Just as she was thinking of going back to ask Agent what was going on, Agent's communication had already connected to Dreamer's aircraft through an encrypted channel.

Looking at Agent in front of her with a serious expression, Dreamer wrinkled her brow helplessly. "The specific identity is unknown, but it can be confirmed that the commander of those guys seems to be called Reno."

"Reno... How did that guy... Forget it, retreat as soon as possible, and make sure nothing goes wrong on Destroyer's side."

"Understood."

Because there were no longer a large number of Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls, the retreat of Dreamer and Destroyer was very swift, and the Griffin squad that wanted to pursue them this time returned empty-handed.

Similarly, the work on Reno's side progressed rapidly. The Sangvis Ferri servers were completely unguarded to him, and it didn't take long for him to find all the information about the Jupiter cannons. Apart from graphic materials such as construction drawings, Sangvis Ferri even prepared video materials. It's not clear who they were prepared for, but it's convenient for Reno now.

Watching the video of dismantling the Jupiter cannons, Reno didn't even need to personally intervene. The Sangvis Ferri units controlled by MDR could complete the task well.

"The progress is going smoothly. The dismantling of these two Jupiter cannons has already exceeded 127%. It is estimated that it will take another thirty minutes to completely dismantle these two Jupiter cannons." Scarecrow glanced at the group of T-Dolls working and said to Reno, who was calculating next to him.

"Hmm? The base below doesn't need to be dismantled. It's enough to remove the energy storage module inside the cannon body along with the main body of the cannon. The things inside the base are of no use to us."

"Understood." Scarecrow nodded. In this way, the speed of completion can be more than doubled. After all, there are quite a few things inside the base below the cannon, but if only the energy storage module is needed and everything else is not needed, it will be much more convenient.

"Oh, Commander, AR15 seems to have broken one side of her shoulder just now, she may need manual repair."

"AR15? Shoulder broken? How did that happen?" Just now, they were busy looking for things from the Sangvis Ferri server, and they didn't notice if their own T-Dolls had done anything new.

From the beginning until now, they haven't done anything. How could AR15's shoulder be broken? Was it accidentally broken by some T-Doll when they weren't paying attention?





Chapter 45: No Choice

"What happened to you?" Reno raised an eyebrow as he looked at AR15's drooping shoulder. "You managed to break your shoulder even without being in combat. If you were really fighting, you'd be done for in minutes!"

"When we landed..." Hearing Reno's question, AR15, who had been expressionless, finally couldn't keep it up anymore. She turned her head slightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She didn't reveal P90's involvement, of course, nor did she need to. Anyone could figure it out by asking other T-Dolls.

"You jumped down with them?" Reno raised an eyebrow, sizing up AR15. Could this guy in front of him be a fake AR15?

Jumping down from a height like that is something anyone with common sense knows not to do. Although her base components are military-grade, they're not designed for jumping from dozens of meters high.

Any T-Doll could calculate the damage jumping from that height would cause to their components. Normally, even if a T-Doll landed correctly on both feet, their knee joints wouldn't be able to withstand the impact.

So normally, AR15 should have both legs severed, with severe damage to her main body and possibly fractures in her ribs and even spine.

But now AR15 only has one shoulder broken, clearly she didn't jump down herself.

As for which idiot dragged AR15 down with them, there are only a few people in the house who could have done such a reckless thing. By observing who looks the most guilty, it'll be easy to find out.

"Besides the broken shoulder, is there anything else wrong?"

"No, everything else is fine."

"Let's go, I'll fix you up in the workshop."

Watching Reno walk ahead, AR15 sighed helplessly, carefully picking up her engraving weapon and following slowly behind. She couldn't walk too fast now; with every step, she could feel the fragments in her shoulder rubbing against her components, making her feel uneasy, fearing that the vibrations might suddenly damage important modules inside her body.

Seeing how difficult it was for AR15 to walk, Reno directly called two Prowlers, placing a steel plate on top of their heads to carry AR15 to his workshop.

Seeing this, P90 and RFB clapped each other on the back. "Ahaha! I bet a week's worth of clothes that AR15 will definitely be put into a rice cooker this time!"

"No, I think she'll end up in a Dinergate!" RFB thought the rice cooker had been appearing too often lately. Dinergates would be more fitting.

Passing by with parts in hand, MP5 saw these two betting on what shell AR15 would end up in and gave P90 a disapproving look. "You're the one who broke her arm, and now you're betting on her fate? That's a bit too much, isn't it?"

"Cough! You can't say that... I'm actually helping her!" Hearing MP5, P90 hurriedly tried to explain.

"Helping? I've never seen you 'help' anyone by breaking their shoulder blade and arm!"

"Cough, there's a reason for that. I was actually helping her make up her mind. Look at AR15; she came to our side but didn't say she's joining us or leaving. With an outsider hanging around all the time, don't you feel a bit uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" MP5 tilted her head. "No..."

"Yes! There must be!"

Seeing P90 hastily backpedal, MP5 gave her a disdainful look.

AR15 hadn't caused any noticeable changes since she arrived, and she wasn't wandering around the ship, so what impact could she possibly have?

"Alright, we still have work to do. Remember not to overdo it, or when AR15 finds out, she'll swap you both out for new bodies!" Putting down her toolbox, MP5 walked towards the dismantled Jupiter cannon parts.

MP5's hands were full of scattered parts. The larger components were being transported to the cargo hold by crane, while Simonov and her team were directing and controlling the crane in the cargo hold.

"That's impossible!" Seeing MP5 walk away, P90 patted her chest confidently.

Once AR15 got a new body, although her combat efficiency might be a bit higher, they'd all be using the same bodies.

Who could outmatch who?

"Alright, why shout so loud? The Commander might already know what's going on and might come to deal with you!" RFB poked P90.

With no subtlety at all, there's nothing they couldn't hide.

As for why P90 and RFB were bothering AR15 this time... well, RFB hoped that the genuinely productive T-Dolls at home could increase, giving her more opportunities to slack off.

That's what it was before. Because there weren't many reliable T-Dolls at home, she was sent to execute missions with MDR. Although the missions were indeed easy, she hadn't even lifted her weapon, who would want to go outside to do some trivial commissions that just wasted time?

As for P90, she just liked the excitement.

On the other side, in the workshop.

"Shoulder blade shattered, I say, did you make enemies with one of my T-Dolls? Letting them bother you like this, your body can't be repaired, and I don't have military-grade components for you to use. You can either wait patiently or I can order a military-grade arm for you from the black market."

"Is there no other way?" Hearing Reno's words, AR15 couldn't help but smile bitterly. She had originally planned to leave from Reno's side, but it seemed that there was no chance now.

With one arm damaged, even using her own engraving weapon became difficult. In her current condition, wandering aimlessly in the Sangvis-occupied area would be courting disaster.

"The other way is to accept my modification and completely say goodbye to Griffin." To be honest, Reno preferred keeping AR15 under his command than letting her run off on her own.

After all, it's just ordinary military-grade components. If Reno wanted to, he could still manufacture them; after all, the equipment on the ship is quite comprehensive, so this small matter is nothing.

"Then... when you modify me, can you directly delete the 'Parapluie' virus from my consciousness?"

"No problem, those viruses are all outdated stuff, it'll only take a few minutes to clear them out, but they'll need to be reinstalled later."

"What!?"




Chapter 46: News Arrives

AR15's Parapluie Virus hadn't been personally inspected by Reno yet, but he imagined it shouldn't be much different from the viruses encountered before. In any case, it would only take a few minutes to deal with.

As for reinstalling it...

Naturally, Reno wanted his T-Dolls to be able to use both Griffin and Sangvis Ferri's communication systems and identification codes.

As for whether the systems of both sides could be compatible, that issue had been resolved long ago. Otherwise, MDR wouldn't have been able to directly access Sangvis Ferri's control permissions.

"Commander, the two Jupiter cannons have been... Oh, is AR15 also going to transfer her body to our side?"

Just as Reno was examining AR15's body structure and considering where to start to remove AR15's neural core, P38 suddenly pushed open the door.

"Yeah, the components of the two Jupiter cannons have been dismantled?"

"They have, and they've all been moved to the cargo hold."

Hearing P38's words, Reno nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, have them all come back. After everyone's assembled, remember to go to the bridge and have UMP45 take off. Tell her to cruise directly, heading south."

Staying on the small island in the Aegean Sea was quite comfortable.

Since there wasn't much going on now, it was a good opportunity to spend a few days there and also install the two Jupiter cannons on the ship's hull.

Watching Reno gesture with a cutter while talking to P38, AR15 felt like jumping off the workbench and leaping off the ship in one go!

Too scary! Can't you be more careful? You're not even looking at me! How do you know where the cutter is going!?

Of course, Reno knew what he was doing. It was only the testing phase now; it would be a few dozen seconds before he actually started.

After hearing Reno's instructions, P38 nodded, but before leaving, she looked at AR15 with an amused gaze, then glanced at the patrollers and soldier ants' shells nearby.

AR15, who was puzzled by P38's gaze, had no idea that P38 was guessing what AR15 would end up in.

In fact, Reno hadn't even mentioned anything to AR15 about this. It was just a matter of spending half a day to a day in other shells, which was harmless.

But MDR wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. As soon as Reno brought AR15 into the workshop, she was already prepared in the vicinity.

After Reno removed AR15's neural core and gave her some specific instructions about the mind transfer, he had the Rippers bring in materials and began to reshape AR15's body using the workshop's printing equipment.

But this time, he planned to try something different. The energy cores used in the bodies of T-Dolls before were all manufactured according to the original specifications of the T-Dolls.

This time... he planned to install a miniature cold fusion engine in AR15.

The energy cores used previously had considerable limitations on his T-Dolls. The energy inside wasn't enough for the T-Dolls to use all their strength at all times; they could only explode slightly in emergencies. And they needed to spend a certain amount of time charging every day, which was far less convenient than directly installing a miniature cold fusion engine.

Fortunately, during this time, he had already made a completed version of the engine core, which was just enough to be installed in AR15 for a try.


...


"Still no news?" Seeing the information on the mission briefing, Gentiane rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Thinking of the disappointed expressions on M4A1 and SOP2's faces, she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

M16 didn't show any changes on her face, but it was obvious that she had been drinking more frequently these days.

"Commander Gentiane, for the next mission, you'll lead the AR team and your squad to support the search for AR15 in Area S08."

Seeing the task list sent by Helian, Gentiane frowned. "But AR15 hasn't had any news before. There's no solid intelligence to indicate that she's in Area S08 now, right?"

After AR15 escaped from Griffin's special base, she disappeared without a trace, as if she had vanished into thin air... Neither the Griffin squad moving around the area nor the reconnaissance drones released by Griffin captured AR15's figure.

Hearing Gentiane's question, Helian fell silent, glanced around, confirmed no one was nearby, then sighed helplessly. "Ah, you just need to know this yourself. Your mission this time is said to support the search, but in fact... Anyway, AR15's movements are related to the people who were at the gate of the Griffin base before. I won't explain it too clearly. You think about it yourself."

Hearing Helian's words, Gentiane felt strange, but vaguely seemed to grasp something.

"Right, for this mission, you should be more focused on investigating Sangvis Ferri's movements." After Helian finished speaking, she waved her hand and cut off the communication.

Looking at the darkened communicator, Gentiane frowned tightly. "And at the gate of the Griffin base... the gate... Ah!? It's that guy!?"

"Huh? What's wrong, Commander? You seem excited. Is there news about AR15?" M16, who walked in with a bottle of wine, immediately saw Gentiane's expression of sudden realization mixed with joy, raised her eyebrows, and guessed the truth.

"Yes! Um... I can't say yes for sure, but there's a general direction, but whether it is or not, I need to verify it..."

As Gentiane spoke, she also suddenly remembered Reno's indifferent appearance, and she felt a little nervous. She even wanted to post anonymously on the forum, "Can the T-Dolls who fall into Reno's hands still be recovered? Urgent, waiting online!"

"Verification? Do we need to mobilize?" As soon as Gentiane finished speaking, M4A1 and SOP2 arrived together. After hearing M16's words just now, they opened their mouths and asked directly.

Perhaps M16's comfort had worked, as M4A1 and SOP2's expressions seemed relatively normal, at least it shouldn't affect their mission execution.

"The Commander said it seems like there's news about AR15." Before Gentiane could explain, M16 had already spoken first and informed M4A1 and SOP2 of the news.

"What!? Is there news about 15!? Where is she!?" SOP2 immediately rushed to Gentiane, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Gentiane.





Chapter 47: Want to Meet AR15? No Problem


"Thankfully, the Griffin Commander here provided support; otherwise, just relying on the two of us might mean we'd all have to stay here this time," AK12 said as gunshots echoed in the distance. She and AN94 continued to dash toward the next Sangvis Ferri stronghold.

With the help of the Griffin squad earlier, they had successfully broken through Hunter's stronghold and located the specific location of the Sangvis Ferri interference device within it.

Unfortunately, Hunter had managed to escape. AK12 regretted not accepting Renault's assistance earlier. If only they had brought more heavy firepower, even just a few grenade launchers, on the mission...

The current situation would probably be much better...

While they had managed to escape the encirclement by Sangvis Ferri, it came at a cost. The Griffin Commander's squad had stayed behind to cover their retreat, and this time, the Griffin Commander's squad would surely suffer heavy losses.

But there was no time for regret. Sangvis Ferri's actions were much faster than Angelia had anticipated. If they didn't find the interference device soon, the Sangvis Ferri T-Dolls would surely surround them first.

And Angelia, who had yet to appear, was now massaging her temples in frustration. "Just the two of them... seems insufficient. If only UMP45 and UMP9 hadn't been taken by Renault!"

Sighing, Angelia pushed aside her impractical thoughts. It was too late for regrets now.

The situation with AK12 and AN94 was not optimistic. At this rate, even if they managed to destroy the interference device, it was uncertain whether they could return unscathed.

Thinking this, Angelia pulled out the phone Renault had given her. Last time she asked for help from the two T-Dolls under Renault's command, did she pay them or not?

Uncertain, Angelia gritted her teeth and dialed Renault's number.

Unfortunately, the call didn't go through. It sounded like the line was busy...

"Argh! Seriously! Why is it busy at a time like this!? And why do we have to use phones? Isn't a communicator easier!?" Slapping her forehead, Angelia angrily exclaimed, then resolved to redial the number.



...



As for why Renault's phone was busy?

M4A1 and SOP2 stood beside Gentiane, anxiously staring at the phone in Gentiane's hand, waiting for the sound of connection from the phone with the speaker turned on.

Gentiane was also uncertain, nervously buttoning her coat with her free hand.

M16 beside them appeared calm, but her increased rate of drinking betrayed her inner turmoil.

Beep!

Soon, the phone connected, and the sound of someone picking up echoed from the phone. The faces of those present lit up with joy, as if they were about to see AR15.

"Hello? Gentiane? What's up?" Renault held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, tinkering with the miniature cold fusion core in his hand.

"Commander Renault! Have you seen any signs of AR15 on your end? Helian hinted earlier that AR15 seemed to have gone to your location?" Suppressing her excitement, Gentiane glanced at M4A1 and the others, then asked Renault.

"Hmm? I knew that girl already figured it out. Why, didn't she report this to G&K's boss?" Renault put the cold fusion core aside and wiped his hands on a cloth.

"Well, she probably didn't. Currently, Griffin's arrest warrant for AR15 hasn't been lifted..."

"Oh, I see. Anything else?" Renault glanced at the progress of the mind transfer; it was almost finished. It seemed that AR15 was very cooperative. After all, if a T-Doll didn't cooperate with the mind transfer, they would end up like Executioner last time.

"Uh, well, wait! Can we see AR15's condition? Uh... I have a few people here who want to talk to her..." Hearing Renault's intention to hang up, Gentiane quickly spoke up.

The others, including M4A1, were on edge, afraid they wouldn't even get to see AR15's face.

"Of course, I'll just leave the phone here. Take a look."

This wasn't a difficult request. Seeing each other for a moment wasn't a big deal. Plus, he could put the phone down and transfer AR15's new neural core into a temporary shell.

Otherwise, AR15 wouldn't be able to speak.

As the holographic module on the phone activated, Gentiane and the others nervously held their breath, but... the sight that greeted them from the holographic image made them all freeze! Then, their hearts plummeted from heaven to hell!

Of course, Renault didn't see the dumbfounded expressions of the others. He had already left the holographic imaging range and was placing AR15's neural mind core into a temporary shell, casually tossing AR15's original neural core next to her original body.

Clang!

The crisp sound of the neural core hitting the table brought Gentiane and the others back to reality.

Their reawakened anger was written all over M16's face! SOP2 was similarly furious, while M4A1 wore a mixture of shock and anger, unable to speak!

As for why they were angry...

Wasn't it obvious? AR15 had been dismantled! Her entire main body had been taken apart! Her neural core was thrown on the table like useless junk! How could they not be furious!

"You! What did you do to AR15!?" SOP2 couldn't contain herself and rushed to the holographic image, roaring into the phone's microphone like an enraged lioness.

"Of course, I dismantled her. What else could I do?" Renault raised an eyebrow at SOP2's angry tone, shrugged indifferently, and wiped his hands on a cloth. Anger was normal; upon seeing their comrade dismantled, it was abnormal not to be angry.

But he didn't have the time or inclination to explain these things now. As long as he installed AR15's neural core and let AR15 explain to these angry girls herself, that would be fine.

Trying to explain now would probably only make things worse.

"Commander Renault! Even if AR15 is a dangerous Doll wanted by Griffin, you have no right to dismantle her directly!" Gentiane spoke up angrily to Renault.

"Hmm, so what? Alright, if there's nothing else, talk to her yourselves." Renault nodded, and as he spoke, he placed a Dinergate with a color scheme similar to AR15's clothing in front of the holographic image.







Chapter 48: Some Minor Changes

"What... does this mean?" Watching the Dinergate in the holographic image, Gentiane and M16 were both puzzled. Even the anger in their minds was mostly dispelled by Renault's sudden action.

"Hey! Commander! Don't take it away! I haven't finished painting yet!" While Gentiane and the others were still bewildered, another voice suddenly sounded from the holographic image on Renault's end.

P90, holding a paint bottle and a small brush, rushed into view, pushing aside Renault's hands and complaining discontentedly.

"Hey! This paint hasn't dried yet! Look here! It's all over the Commander's hands!" As she spoke, P90 used the brush to repaint the areas Renault had smudged with blue paint. Seeing Renault about to activate the Dinergate, she quickly shouted, "Wait, wait, wait! Just a moment! Two more strokes! Okay, done!"

P90 looked at the Dinergate's color in front of her and then glanced back at AR15's clothing colors. She nodded in satisfaction.

Renault just shrugged and activated the Dinergate, relieved that the activation switch wasn't painted over.

"What's the meaning of this! Why are you putting a Dinergate here for us to talk to!? Bring AR15 back!" Seeing Renault activating the Dinergate in the holographic image, SOP2 felt she couldn't hold back anymore. She even wished she could jump through the hologram and give Renault a good beating!

On the other side, P90 and the others didn't pay much attention to SOP2's outburst during the communication. Instead, they all took out their phones and started recording or taking pictures.

MDR even had a printing device ready, planning to print the photos as soon as they received them and put them in the album that each T-Doll had.

How many photos did they want to print? As many as there were T-Dolls here, of course!

SOP2, who was already furious, was about to smash her phone in excitement, but seeing the holographic image on the other side where everyone was busy taking pictures or recording, she couldn't help but feel disillusioned.

Who were these people? Why weren't they listening to her!?

Meanwhile, M16 furrowed her brow as she looked at the neural core placed beside AR15. She recognized its size and cutting style; she had seen it before. It was indeed the heartcore used by AR Team.

But Renault's confident demeanor made her suspicious. What had he done to AR15?

AR15's main body didn't seem to be damaged enough to warrant a replacement.

After the initial shock, Gentiane also calmed down slightly. She soon recalled her time with Renault. She seemed to remember Simonov mentioning that Renault had a perverse hobby of putting T-Doll neural cores into Dinergates?

Could it be... AR15's neural core was also put into the Dinergate?

As Gentiane's thoughts approached the truth, the AR15-colored Dinergate, surrounded by a group of T-Dolls taking pictures, successfully started up after a few seconds of self-check.

And AR15, for the first time in her life, experienced what it was like to be in the perspective of a Dinergate.

"What... what is this...!? What's going on!?" Sitting on the table, AR15, just waking up, saw herself surrounded by a crowd of T-Dolls, and holographic images of M4A1 and M16 ahead!

What on earth was happening!? Had she been sent back to Griffin by Renault?

But the surroundings looked undoubtedly like Renault's workshop, and the T-Doll lying on the workbench beside her... was her?

Seeing her own main body lying silently on the workbench, AR15 felt a violent shock to her worldview and her perception of T-Dolls! But because of this, she also realized that her perspective seemed a bit... off.

"Wait? Why am I so short!? Where are my hands!? Is this... is this the body of a Dinergate!?"

After a few glances around, AR15 quickly discovered the anomalies on her body. She wanted to lift her hand to see, but what she saw wasn't a T-Doll's palm, but a dry twig-like leg.

"This!? This isn't what we agreed on!" AR15's scream stunned both sides of the holographic image, as no one had expected such a tiny body to produce such a huge sound.

"Wow, that's quite a voice. Commander, where did you get the speaker you installed this time?"

"It was from the tank earlier, probably modified by those guys themselves. I figured it was still usable, so I took it off. Alright, let's not get all worked up here. If you have something to say, say it now, so they can communicate before they go on a mission and lose contact again."

Tapping on the unpainted parts of AR15's shell, Renault said, pointing to the stunned M4A1 and the others in the holographic image.

"What's going on? How can AR Team's mind not be backed up in the cloud?" Hearing the unmistakable voice of AR15 and seeing her original body and heartcore beside her, M16 couldn't help but ask incredulously.

Facing M16's question, Renault shrugged. "That's just how it is. There's nothing impossible. Alright, once you're done taking pictures, let's call it a day and let them chat here by themselves."

With that, Renault chased away the T-Dolls who had come to join in the fun and left the workshop after checking the progress of the new body's construction.

As she watched the T-Dolls leaving the workshop one after another with Renault, AR15 felt extremely confused, unable to understand why Renault had put her into the body of the Dinergate.

"15! How are you now!? How did your main body get dismantled!?" Seeing that there was no one else on AR15's end, M4A1 couldn't hold back her urgency and immediately asked AR15.

"I... I don't know. I was dismantled out of the blue... And in the future, I probably won't be able to go back to G&K..."

She didn't think Renault was the kind of guy who could send her back anytime.

"Do you feel anything wrong in your mind now? Any missing memories?"

As someone with experience, M16 seemed to be particularly concerned and asked immediately.

"No, all memories are normal. The only difference... is probably that all the root protocols have been deleted..."

For some reason, AR15 felt extremely relaxed at the moment, except for some concern about M4A1's situation, nothing seemed to shake her thoughts anymore.

The hatred towards Sangvis Ferri seemed to have dissipated along with the deletion of those root protocols.




Chapter 49: Can We Rest Easy Now?

The root protocols were deleted? Renault's actions were indeed ruthless. No wonder those who went to his side all turned out different, and none of them seemed to have any intention of returning to Griffin.

Gentiane nodded in understanding. After all, it was Renault. Nothing he did surprised her anymore. This was the guy who dared to forcibly take away their helicopter in front of the military. There was nothing this guy wouldn't dare to do.

After the initial astonishment, AR15 quickly calmed down. Although she was now placed inside the body of a Dinergate, she could see that a new chassis was being constructed in the machine next to her.

Judging by the height of the chassis, it was probably prepared for her.

Therefore, AR15 felt somewhat relieved and began to talk to M4A1 and the others.

Upon learning that AR15's new chassis was already in the making, M4A1 and the others breathed a sigh of relief. SOP2, who had just been itching to tear Renault apart, suddenly changed her tune and praised Renault as a good person.

While M16 breathed a sigh of relief, she also scratched her head with some headache.

Now that AR15 had directly left Griffin's camp, wasn't AR Team permanently understaffed?
Although AR15 hadn't died, not being able to return to G&K was no different from death.

In the future, they would still only be able to communicate through communicators, and they might not even see each other for a long time.

And... 16Lab, Persica's side, if they found out that Renault had directly snatched away AR15 from under their noses, they might even contemplate murder, right?

Plus, Griffin was still wanted AR15... "By the way, what about the Parapluie Virus on you?"

Just as M16 was thinking about it, she also thought of the Parapluie Virus on AR15's body. If not handled properly, that thing would be devastating for them, non-backupable T-Dolls.

"Huh? How do you know there's an Parapluie Virus on me?" Hearing M16's question, AR15 looked at M16 suspiciously. But because she was in the body of a Dinergate, she showed no expression, and M16 didn't notice anything unusual.

AR15 knew. Before she escaped from Griffin's base, those Griffin technicians never mentioned the Parapluie Virus, because they couldn't confirm if it was the Parapluie Virus that caused the intelligence leaks.

The only ones who knew about this were herself and the elite T-Dolls on the Sangvis Ferri side.

How did M16 know?

"Of course, I know. Didn't Griffin already broadcast it? So? Is that Parapluie Virus still in your mind?"

"Well, it should still be there, but now it's just an excuse for the Sangvis Ferri's communication channel. There's no other function. I can control it completely now." Hearing M16's words, AR15 didn't want to think too much and checked her communication protocols in her mind.

OGAS?

Seeing Renault's name marked, AR15 felt a little strange but pushed her doubts aside.

For such unfamiliar matters, she could just ask Renault later. Renault never hid anything, and he was always straightforward. If she asked him, he wouldn't conceal anything.

After all, for him, it seemed like this kind of thing was trivial and useless.

"Okay, we're about to go on a mission again. I guess we'll have to wait until the next contact to see your new chassis."

"Oh, right, this time we're going to search for your whereabouts, 15." SOP2 almost instantly blurted out the content of the mission.

Gentiane, who was beside her, sighed and massaged her forehead silently.

This girl, she's a bit too loose-lipped.

How could she casually tell AR15 about the mission-related matters?

Not to mention AR15 herself being the mission target, and now that she's out of Griffin's combat sequence, she can no longer be considered Griffin's Tactical Doll.

"15, take care of yourself. We'll try to come see you after we finish the mission!"

"Alright, but I can't guarantee you'll find where Renault is. We're flying in the sky now."

Uh...

Upon hearing this, Gentiane couldn't help but envy and feel a headache. She envied Renault for having such a massive spaceship that could go wherever he wanted, but she was also worried about Renault's unpredictable nature.

"Oh? 15, does Commander Renault still keep cats?" As M4A1 was speaking, she suddenly saw the figures of two tabby cats appearing at the door of the workshop. Upon entering, they headed straight for the workbench.

AR15, who had been staring at the holographic image, didn't notice the silent 'assassins' creeping in.
Thus, when M4A1 spoke, she awkwardly turned around and coincidentally met the curious faces of the two cats!

"Ah!"
AR15 was startled by the two cats so close to her, but then she saw them abandon her and head straight for the neural core beside her original chassis.

Although there was a protective shell around the neural core, it looked really like a ball of yarn.

Moreover, when the two cats bumped into it while moving, the neural core suddenly started rolling on the table, directly stealing the entire attention of the two cats.

Plap!

The fist-sized neural core was treated as a toy by the two tabby cats, and with a paw swipe, it landed on the floor.

"Hey!? Hey! That's my mental core! It's not your toy!"

Although AR15 didn't know where the neural core she was currently using came from, the one replaced was something she had used before.

And it was the most important part! How could she watch two cats play with her neural core like a toy!

Watching AR15 rush out of the holographic image to fight with the two cats for the mental core, Gentiane and M16 smiled gently, and then Gentiane also looked at M4A1. "Alright, now that we know AR15's situation is not bad, shouldn't we focus on work?"

"Yeah!"
And after Gentiane hung up the call, a certain unlucky girl who couldn't get through on the phone finally heard the voice she had been waiting for for nearly an hour!

Beep!

The call went through!

"Re... Ah?"

After the call was connected, Angelia was ecstatic to greet Renault, but what she found was... not Renault, but a cat...

"Meow!"





Chapter 50: Alright, I'll Go Ask Around


"Go away! I don't want to play with you! Don't put your claws on me!" AR15's voice sounded helpless as it echoed from the phone, though Angelia couldn't see AR15's true form at the moment.
She only saw the familiar Doll lying on the workbench, its neural core already removed.

The clothes on this Doll, along with the imprinted weapons placed nearby, were highly recognizable.
The wanted notice issued by G&K wasn't just received by the internal commanders; even she, an external member, had received the notification.

Naturally, she knew about AR15, but she never expected this wanted T-Doll to end up in Renault's territory.

Although she knew Renault was a ruthless guy, she never imagined he would directly take in someone openly wanted by Griffin...

Does this guy have some issues with his preferences? Helian might really have a hard time dealing with him...

As Angelia pondered secretly about Renault's possible hidden hobbies, Renault, who had just returned from outside, walked back in.

Since AR15 had shouted so loudly, he had heard everything. However, he didn't expect UMP40's two cats to sneak into his workshop so quietly.

Fortunately, he had already placed AR15's neural core into the Dinergate's shell. Otherwise, AR15's fate might have been the same as her original neural core's, being played with endlessly by those two mischievous cats.

"Shoo." Renault pushed away the tabby cat that was staring fixedly at the holographic image on the workbench, then picked up his phone and asked Angelia in the holographic image, "What's up? Last time's payment was already meager. Don't tell me you want me to do free work for you again? Friendship shouldn't be exploited like this."

Now that he had a big business to run, every move felt like a loss if he didn't gain something from it.

"Cough! Although it's embarrassing, this time it's really urgent! AK12 and AN94 are currently being chased in Sector S06. There are too many Sangvis and military there, and the two of them can't handle it."

"So? Am I the firefighter this time? Do you want me to go rescue your precious girls?"

"Although it's hard to say, that's the situation. G&K's support is almost fully committed, and if this continues..."

"Stop mentioning Griffin. What does their situation have to do with me? I only care about the payment for this commission." While speaking, Renault picked up both tabby cats and removed them from the workshop. He pondered whether he should implement some defense measures against these two troublemakers in the future.

Meanwhile, AR15 was finally rescued and cautiously approached Renault at the workbench, keeping an eye on the workshop door, afraid the two cats might return to bother her.

On the other side of the holographic image, Angelia, upon hearing Renault's response, awkwardly scratched her head.

After calculating how much money she had left in her wallet, she hesitantly raised her hand and opened her palm.

Seeing Angelia's open palm, Renault raised an eyebrow. "Fifty million? That's not..."

"What!? Fifty million! You might as well just rob a bank!" Hearing this astronomical figure from Renault, Angelia was dumbfounded.

All she needed was for him to arrange for some tactical dolls to fly over and extract the two girls. Did he have to ask for such an exorbitant price?

Fifty million? Seriously? With that much money, she could buy twenty AK12s! Probably even more!

If she had that much money, she would have... she would have directly ordered specially customized dolls with even stronger performance from IOP!

"Who said anything about robbing? This is a legitimate business. No one will come after us."

Legitimate? Haha, since when has a security contractor like him been legitimate? Even G&K only dances around the edges of legality, while other contractors... well, they're even less so.

Most contractors operate in the shadows, dealing with things that can't see the light of day.

And Renault himself isn't exactly an honest guy. Just look at the stuff he has. Illegal modifications to tactical dolls, unauthorized use of powered armor, and now he even has helicopters.

Just recently, she even saw the huge spaceship in his possession!

Although she didn't know if that thing could fly, even if it was just a shell, it probably already exceeded the range of equipment that a contractor like him should possess.

Of course, even if it couldn't fly, it would just be a base underground. But G&K can establish bases everywhere because of the relationship between Kryuger, the military, and Statesec

Both the military and Statesec trust Kryuger as one of their own. But for other contractors, who dares to dig a large base like Griffin?

Before the foundation is even dug, the military will come knocking to confiscate all your belongings!

But Renault is just such an oddball, quietly tinkering around with not just a huge spaceship, but also modifying tactical dolls and using powered armor illegally. And now, he even has...

Click.

As Angelia's thoughts swirled, she suddenly found the holographic image in front of her disappearing!

He hung up!

That guy Renault hung up on her! Hey! You haven't agreed to help yet!? The price is negotiable!

In a panic, Angelia quickly redialed Renault. Besides Renault, no one else could do this. Now she was counting on Renault to use his aircraft to extract AK12 and AN94 from the combat zone.

The Sangvis forces controlling that area had been relentlessly chasing after the two, and although Griffin's squadrons were supposed to cover them, the actual battle wasn't as intense.

It was as if the Sangvis commander had lost interest in the Griffin tactical dolls.

"Hey! Renault! Please help! If necessary, I'll go to Griffin and request more funding!" As soon as the call connected, Angelia didn't hold back and immediately pleaded with Renault.

"Alright, I'll go ask around. Since we're not too far from Sector S06, I'll see if anyone wants to go for a little trip."

It was just a matter of rescuing two dolls. He could find someone to fly over and retrieve them. As long as they didn't get hit by a Jupiter cannon, this commission posed no real danger.