Griffin Headquarters.
When HK416 saw a figure with silver hair, wearing a beret like her own, pass by, she suddenly froze, pondering what mission could be happening this time.
"Hmm?" An AN-94, noticing the humanoid next to her suddenly standing still, turned back to HK416 curiously, asking as HK416 stared at the corner of the corridor.
M16 had already been reassigned by 16lab's Persica a while ago, and this HK416 under her command had been indifferent to her since M16 left. If it weren't for a few other dolls under her command, AN-94 would worry if she could continue being the team leader.
"Nothing, just a..." Hearing AN-94's question, HK416 turned back, trying to cover up her strange behavior.
But before she could finish her sentence, a voice came from around the corner, "Seriously, what is MDR up to? What's with these photos? Why is there a graveyard? Is it appropriate to send these at night? Hey! This jerk! Now I can only eat MREs! But that's fine, as long as this guy can't come up with explosive photos like last time with HK416, she won't steal my spotlight!"
HK416? Photos?
Hearing this voice, AN-94's expression changed, and subconsciously recalled the embarrassing scene of HK416 and M16 she had seen while on a mission, and the voice just now sounded exactly like MDR... could it be?
While AN-94was still unsure if the figure around the corner was indeed MDR, the HK416 beside her had already turned serious, reaching into her messenger bag.
What she pulled out from her bag left AN-94 speechless—a folded burlap sack.
What's the burlap sack for? Did she even need to ask?
Seeing HK416 tiptoeing towards the corner, where the sound of continuous cellphone keystrokes emanated, obviously oblivious to the anomaly behind her, MDR...
AN-94 simply turned her head, pretending not to see anything.
Meanwhile, HK416 successfully reached behind MDR, raising her hands, swiftly enclosing the burlap sack around her! Tying it tightly with the rope already secured at the opening!
The whole action was smooth and flawless!
"Wah!" With her hands bound by the rope, MDR let out a startled cry as HK416 pushed her to the ground! Her fists targeted the cheek area, delivering a barrage of blows!
Once done, HK416 even tied a knot on the rope, leaving MDR squirming on the ground like a worm.
She even picked up MDR's fallen cellphone, taking ten continuous shots of her defenseless state.
Click, click, click...
Logged into the anonymous board, photos sent!
Seeing the successful transmission prompt on her phone, a sinister smile crept onto HK416's grim face.
'Well done! Whoever you are! Thanks! That imposter is finished now!'
But as soon as the photos were sent, HK416 received an immediate response, and the name...
'I'm the real Miss MDR!'
Crack!
Remembering that insufferable MDR, HK416 erupted in anger, crushing her phone into pieces!
"My phone! Damn it! If I find out who you are, you're dead! Damn it! Help! Somebody help!" Hearing the crisp sound, MDR, still tied up in the burlap sack, began to wail loudly.
Ignoring MDR's cries, HK416 simply turned and walked away, clapping her hands. Though she couldn't directly beat up the real MDR, she still...
"Hmm? Anyway, let's not do this kind of thing in the future. It'll only..." Seeing HK416 returning cheerfully, AN-94 was about to advise her earnestly.
But HK416 just walked past her with a grin, paying no heed to AN-94's position as her immediate superior.
Seeing this, AN-94 couldn't help but sigh. Is this doll a troublemaker after all?
With a sigh, AN-94 entered Helian's office with HK416.
As soon as they entered, Helian didn't utter a word, simply placing a loan request in front of her, along with a mission brief.
"Assistance mission? Another mission from Statesec? Is G&K on such good terms with the Statesec?"