The train finally returned to the SF Material Factory Station in the Port late at night. The Sangvis autonomous units here continued their normal routines, patrolling the factory area, unloading cargo from the train, and transferring it to the workshop for maintenance.
However, as Vector passed through the carriage, she happened to drag out a doll...
"Um, Commander, it seems we accidentally brought along a fool..." Seeing Destroyer being dragged out by Vector and lying motionless on the ground, M1911 was dumbfounded. Why didn't Scarecrow mention Destroyer was on the train!?
"Should we take her back or leave her here?" Vector looked at Destroyer on the ground. This guy seemed to have participated in the previous battle and was almost riddled with holes.
Most importantly, there were several bullet holes in the central part of her body where the neural core was located. It seemed the neural core couldn't be salvaged; it was most likely completely scrapped.
"Let's take her back. We don't know if this Sangvis factory has repair equipment. If we leave her to these Rippers, they might just throw her into the furnace as raw material."
After tossing Destroyer into the carriage and securing her, Renault drove the car directly back to his own factory.
...
As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he saw P38 patrolling near the factory gate in powered exoskeleton and M200 in protective gear.
As soon as P38 saw Renault sitting in the driver's seat, her usually singing voice chimed in.
"Commander's back!"
The piercing scream echoed through the loudspeaker of the powered exoskeleton.
M200, standing nearby in protective gear, was startled. How could anyone endure such a sudden and loud noise in the middle of the night? And she was wearing communication earphones; this scream was as if it was right in her ear.
With P38's shout, the dormitory building in the factory area immediately lit up. Although there were only a dozen doll occupants inside, the commotion made it seem as if hundreds were about to rush out of their rooms.
"Ah! Finally, you're back! Commander! I could smell the aroma of alcohol from afar!" Simono ran over first, completely ignoring Renault, and headed straight for the truck's carriage.
"Wow! Commander! Did you bring back another one!? But this one seems to have its neural core shot to pieces. No hope for her, right?" Before even opening the truck's tailgate, Simonov saw Destroyer bound and tightly squeezed among the goods.
"We just got back. Haven't had a chance to check yet. Whether she can make it depends on her luck. Forget about your drinks for now. Unload these things and move them to the warehouse below the dormitory. Also, these drinks haven't been opened yet, where... Ugh, the smell is quite strong. Condolences."
Originally, Renault wanted to say that without opening those bottles, there wouldn't be any smell, but now, with them pressed among the goods during transportation, the smell was indeed strong. It was likely that some of the bottles had broken during transit.
"No way!" After a moment of shock, Simonov immediately sprang into action, removing the truck's canopy and opening the side panel of the carriage.
Crash!
As soon as it opened, a large amount of liquid flowed out from the bottom of the carriage along with the door panel, filling everyone's nostrils with the strong smell of alcohol.
"How could this happen!?" Simonov lamented, while M1 Garand, carrying a stack of rice bags, couldn't help but exclaim.
With the chief designer taken out, what now!? Sangvis is going to be at odds with Griffin?
Griffin and Sangvis were already not getting along. Just last year or the year before, some people from Griffin blew up several small Sangvis factories. Now, after such a short time, they've directly teamed up with the Statesec to storm someone else's main factory and kill their chief designer?
"Who knows what's going on in their heads. It's late, let's finish unloading and go back to rest. We'll deal with it tomorrow." Renault couldn't figure out what those guys were up to.
It couldn't be just to provoke a direct conflict between Sangvis and Griffin, could it?
While Renault was happily unloading goods with Simonov lament in the background, someone else was having a stroke of bad luck.
"This arm is beyond repair. It's amazing you managed to come back alive with it like this. With a crippled arm and radiation collapse, an ordinary person would've died long ago."
"Tsk, just get on with it. It hurts like hell!"
"Heh, you still have plenty of spirit. Endure it, don't die from the pain. A little anesthesia would solve this..."
"Could you please stop talking!?" Angrily glaring at the doctor next to her who kept chattering away, Angelia clenched her teeth...
It really freaking hurt!
And this doctor just kept blabbering in her ear!
"Fine, I'll shut up. Shall I proceed?"
"Just do it!"
Swoosh.
The white curtain used to block the view was pulled aside, revealing a figure with a serious expression and a single eyeglass walking in with measured steps.
"Angelia, your mission this time failed. Except for M16, all the main operatives have been wiped out."
Looking at Angelia lying on the operating table, Helianthus stated calmly.