"Um... Phew, you scared me. I thought you were really going to watch me fall off the truck." Lying on the floor of the carriage, MDR gasped for breath, wiping away the sweat from her forehead.
However, before she could fully catch her breath, she heard Simonov, who had just pulled her up, say, "Commander, this MDR seems to be awake. Should we tie her up or remove her limbs to prevent her from being controlled?"
"Hey! Are you guys doll traffickers? Why would I, who is perfectly awake, have my limbs removed?"
Upon hearing this, MDR quickly got up, clutching her imprinted weapon, and looked pitifully at the group of T-Dolls... and Dinegrates?
"No need. The override program that controls autonomous dolls was researched from her. It has no effect on her, but just to be safe, be careful around her. Her body is a military-grade model without any downgrades, so just stay away from her." As Reno spoke, all the other dolls figures in the carriage, except AK47 and the others, stepped back.
"Hey! Are you guys serious about stepping back?" Damn it! What's with this feeling of being ostracized as soon as I arrive? Are these Tactical dolls really Griffin's? Maybe I got on the wrong truck! Should I have not followed and just gone back to Griffin HQ by myself?
MDR's doubts were not answered, as M1 Garand and the others remained silent, and AK47, intoxicated, fell asleep, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the carriage.
It wasn't until the truck stopped.
Creak!
"Alright, ladies, time to get off and get to work. Grab your weapons and check if there are any enemies near the communication tower."
"Alright!" Simonov, armed with a gun, dashed out with M1 Garand and the others.
Nagan and P38, meanwhile, took a spool of wire from Reno, one holding the reel and the other pulling the wire, and quickly brought the wire to the base of the communication tower.
"Wow, I didn't notice it before, but now I see that the entire truck is filled with doll parts. Are these guys really doll traffickers? Also, What's the deal with these three drunks?" MDR, holding her imprinted weapon, looked back at the parts in the carriage, feeling uneasy.
Thinking about it, MDR glanced at Reno, who was already in work mode.
Should she take the opportunity to slip away?
All the functional doll, including M1 Garand and Simonov, were at the communication tower, and the two talking Dinegrates and the commander were setting up explosive devices. Apart from the three drunks in the car, no one was paying attention to her.
It's a perfect opportunity to escape! MDR Miss is off to a good start!
Having made up her mind, MDR quietly climbed out of the carriage, holding her imprinted weapon, and was about to hide in the bushes on the side of the road when she noticed someone standing in front of her...
Huh? Iron shoes? Or iron feet? What's this?
Initially walking with her head down, MDR slowly raised her head along the pair of feet...
A perfect electronic camouflage cloak that blended seamlessly with the roadside bushes, with a square-headed sniper rifle held by a pair of hands in the gap of the cloak... And the owner of these hands, with a monocle-like aiming assist system, stared blankly at MDR.
"Oh my!"
Bang!
Suddenly seeing someone standing silently in front of her, MDR immediately fell on her back, screaming and startling a flock of birds in the surrounding trees.
M1 Garand and Simonov quickly looked back towards the direction of the truck... but seeing that it was MDR who made the noise, they ignored her. She's just a careless doll, not worth paying attention to. The commander's tasks are the top priority.
"Jaeger, what's wrong?" Hearing the sound, Nagan and P38, who had just finished laying the wire, ran over and saw MDR nervously facing off with Jaeger, or at least that's what it seemed like from one side.
"Nothing... " Jaeger, who was still not used to speaking, spoke with some difficulty, shaking his head at the same time, indicating that there was nothing wrong here.
"Oh, good then. Still, Why is this doll making a fuss if there's nothing wrong?"
With that, Nagan and P38 turned and walked away, not even looking at MDR. Enough! Every time she sees this guy, she feels the urge to dismantle her core. After all, it's such a good body, why isn't it theirs?
"Wow, under your command, there really is everything. Not only are there talking Dinegrates, but now even talking Jaeger is here. When did SF start installing these modules on these Dolls?"
MDR, who was startled, watched the two Dinegrates leave, relieved, but still standing in place, murmuring to herself.
But what does this Jaeger standing at the end of the truck mean? To prevent her from running away? MDR didn't doubt whether there were bullets in Jaeger's gun; it was using an SF's experimental particle weapon, and as long as the body had energy, the weapon would never run out of bullets.
And when did this guy stand here? Why didn't she see him before when they were at the mansion?
"Commander... modified." After more than twenty seconds of complaining, MDR was surprised to hear Jaeger, who seemed to have chosen his words carefully, finally speak, sighing as she did so.
Is it really doll trafficking? They can even modify Iron Blood's doll figures now. Apart from Doll traffickers, there are SF engineers or IOP engineers, but it's impossible for the latter two to appear here.
Boom!
Creak!
Just as MDR was thinking, a deafening explosion rang out from the hillside not far from the truck, followed by the ear-piercing noise of metal being twisted.
Boom!
Before MDR could cover her ears, another explosion followed, and the communication tower, which was at least fifty meters tall, collapsed directly down the mountainside!
And M1 Garand and the others who had just gone to investigate had already returned to the rear of the truck, quickly climbing onto the truck.
Clearly, destroying the unmanned communication tower was a piece of cake for Reno and the others.
In just three minutes...
MDR's escape plan was completely shattered, so she could only huddle up with AK47 and the others, holding her imprinted weapon, and find a position close to them to avoid being suddenly dismantled by these seemingly suspicious dolls.
Weak, helpless, and pitiful... Well, it would be even better if she could start a livestream.