"Isn't this one of your people?"
In unison, both M1 Garand and Sten MK2 asked the question to the other side.
Regarding MDR, M1 Garand and the others, seeing Renault's indifference towards this doll, they directly considered her as an advanced doll from the local G&K base. After all, Reno used to pick up tactical dolls on sight...
On the Sten MK2's side, they subconsciously considered MDR, this unfamiliar tactical doll, as one of the dolls accompanying Reno.
But now it seems...
"Hey hey, don't jump to conclusions. I'm a doll from the Griffin HA! I came here to assist Commander Peter Lyenkovv in dealing with the armed doll traffickers in this area! Can you let me borrow some repair equipment in this base to fix..."
Boom! Boom!
"What!? Are there still enemies!?"
Startled by the explosions, Sten MK2 dropped the autonomous dolls in her hands, grabbed her weapon, and rushed into the Griffin base.
M3, who had been guarding the entrance of the Griffin base with Sten MK2 earlier, had already stumbled into the repair room to fix herself.
Now there were only MK23 and the locked-up commander inside the base. But what was the explosion just now?
Just as M1 Garand hesitated whether to follow and take a look, Reno had already come back with Maxim in tow.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Maxim, thrown to the ground, groaned, his legs twisted strangely. Even if someone untied him, he couldn't run away.
With Reno leading the way, M1 Garand and the others naturally agreed and followed Reno through the gates of the G&K base.
"Hey! Ah! Wait for me! Don't always leave me out!" MDR limped after them.
The hall of Base 939 was originally converted from a bank lobby. It was furnished with tables, chairs, and sofas for the dolls to rest briefly. The original bank counters had all been removed, replaced by an open kitchen.
The second floor should be the doll's dormitory, and the basement was the command center of the base, with the repair room also located underground. Of course, the former bank's vault was also on the basement level. The explosion had come from the stairs leading to the basement.
When Reno entered the Griffin base, he happened to see Sten MK2's fleeting figure disappearing from the stairs. Naturally, he didn't hesitate and followed her.
The G&K base, nearly wiped out by the doll traffickers, now looked extremely messy. Bullet holes dotted the corridors, and the floor was covered with footprints left by the traffickers when they transported goods.
"MK23!? What's going on!?" As soon as they stepped on the stairs, the group heard Sten MK2's sharp cry.
When they looked down, they saw MK23, who had already been blasted beyond recognition, lying not far from the vault door. The vault door was still tightly closed, indicating that she hadn't had time to release their commander before being immobilized by the blast.
Not only was she immobilized, but also, fortunately, some critical parts of her body were constructed with bulletproof materials. Otherwise, she would have bid farewell to this world for good.
"No need to shout. The core consciousness is intact. Put her in the repair pod for repairs. It won't take long. Now, let's ask her how to open this warehouse door."
The vault door looked very sturdy, and unless the building was demolished, Reno had no good solution at the moment.
"Huh? But MK23's voice system is already..."
"Use your Zener Protocol to communicate. If that doesn't work, directly connect to the root line."
"Oh! Right!"
In the midst of the chaos, Sten MK2, after being reminded by Reno, began to communicate with the immobile MK23 using the Zener Protocol. After obtaining the password to open the vault door, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
With the password, the heavy vault door was easily opened, and inside, Peter Lyenkov was holding a gun, vigilantly watching the door.
"Sten MK2!? Are you back to normal!?" Seeing Synde MK2 pushing open the door, Pyotr Lyenkov was taken aback and quickly shouted.
It should be noted that Sten MK2 was the first one to be controlled. She had turned around and fired a burst, knocking off his hat and scraping off a piece of his scalp!
Now, there was still blood!
"Uh! I'm back! I'm back! I'm back to normal, Commander! AK47 and the others who went to the warehouse to check are also back! The doll traffickers have been captured!"
Seeing the gun aimed at him, Sten MK2 quickly waved her hand and explained what had just happened.
"What's going on? Haven't the doll traffickers been captured? What happened to MK23? How did she get so badly injured?"
Tokarev, who had gone to the repair room with M3 after removing the alcohol from her system, also ran over, her cheeks still slightly flushed.
Obviously, the alcohol hadn't completely worn off.
Seeing Tokarev's normal state, Pyotr Lyenkov breathed a slight sigh of relief. He cautiously stepped out of the vault, doll that there might still be a group of doll traffickers waiting to ambush him outside.
It was too terrifying when his own doll, who had been together for several months, turned against him and opened fire. He had barely held back from shooting Sten MK2 on the spot.
"It seems you were scared."
As Peter Lyenkov stepped out of the vault door and finally relaxed, a man's voice suddenly sounded from not far away, making Pyotr Lyenkov tremble again. There were no men in his Griffin base, so how could there suddenly...
Turning around his head, he did not find a doll trafficker but an aquintance.
"Oh, it's Mr. Reno, right? What's up?" Seeing Reno's face, Peter Lyenkov finally relaxed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked.
"I just came to check on your side and ask if you know about the guy who can control the autonomous dolls, the old man who lives in the northwest estate. Where is he now?"
"The old man? Northwest estate? Mr. Poryushkin? He's our client. There's a vertical farm and a breeding farm to the east of this town. What does Mr. Reno want with him?"
After hearing Reno's question, Peter Lyenkov frowned and thought for a moment before speaking out the information about the old man. This was not a top-secret piece of information, and with a little effort, anyone could inquire about it on the street.
Hmm?
Looking at Peter Lyenkov's expression, it doesn't seem like he's lying. He probably really doesn't know that the old man is actually a remotely controlled autonomous doll. It seems useless to ask him. If I want to find that guy, I'll have to rely on myself.
"Nothing much, just wanted to find out about the guy who tried to control my dolls. You better report what happened here, and I don't think dozens of modified autonomous dolls in an estate make for a legitimate customer."
With that, Reno waved his hand, leading a group of dolls out of the Griffin base.