Whoops, I still forgot to fix the names. There, fixed it. Sorry, I just got too used to the MTLs that I forgot to fix the names.
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"Alright, that's basically it. This body doesn't have any extra functions. If you want any additional features in the future, we can discuss it once you've adjusted to this body. For now, let's go repair in the warehouse and patch up all the biosynthetic skins on you."
After Maria and UMP40 had roughly adapted to the bodies, covering their skins became a standard procedure. After all, behaviors like G36's, if the synthetic skin had already been applied at the time, would have required a complete re-implantation of the biosynthetic skin all over.
Seeing the two T-Dolls lying in the repair bay, Angelia sighed with her arms crossed.
What else could she do now?
UMP45 had already expressed her intention to stay, and that HK416 person didn't seem to plan on going back either. Every Doll she could find had explicitly refused her. It seemed like she had no choice but to wait for the Doll program from Statesec.
Damn it! Why couldn't Statesec just order tactical Dolls directly from IOP!?
She cursed inwardly, but she knew exactly why. It was simply because they were worried that the Dolls produced by IOP might have issues with their Neural Clouds, not to mention their operational style didn't align with the Statesec's.
Plus, IOP didn't have a very high level of secrecy. Who knows, maybe right after they ordered Tactical Dolls, someone would tamper with the ones ordered for them.
Like in the previous mission... Wait, what did Renault just call that Doll who had just changed bodies?
UMP40?
Wasn't that one of the participants in Operation Butterfly before!? Why was she here with Renault?
"Renault, did you go to the Sangvis Ferri's main factory before?"
The 14th Support Team where UMP40 belonged also entered the Sangvis Ferri's main factory at that time, but in the end, only M16, who was brought back by the 6th Division outside the city, and UMP45, who escaped through the ventilation duct, came out...
And now UMP40's Neural Core was actually in Renault's hands... Does that mean... everyone who attacked the Sangvis Ferri's main factory back then was wiped out, and Renault might have been involved!?
"I did, didn't M16 tell you?" Setting the appearance parameters for Maria and UMP40, Renault sat down, picked up the still warm tea, and drank a sip, looking somewhat surprised as he said to Angelia.
That guy M16, although she looked a bit off at the time, her actions were all fine. She should have known everything that happened during the mission. Why did it seem like Angelia didn't know that M16 had encountered him before?
"M16 was recalled by Persica right after returning from the Sangvis Ferri's main factory. The operational data left by Statesec didn't mention anything about you. What exactly happened in the factory at that time?"
Hearing Angelia's words, Renault furrowed his brows, "So those guys who took M16 back erased part of M16's memories?"
"This...!?"
Hearing Renault's words, Angelia also suddenly realized.
She had never thought about it before, but now it seemed... even within the Bureau, there seemed to be people who weren't on the same page as her.
"It seems you didn't know either. Be more vigilant. Don't be caught off guard by a mole in the future. The situation in the Sangvis Ferri Main Factory was simple. Your people rushed in with Dolls, and then the mole controlled two of the Dolls to release a virus, causing the Dolls to go out of control and kill the Statesec personnel. Then they let the two Dolls they controlled self-destruct."
Unnoticed, no one knew who the mastermind behind the scenes was. Even if M16 hadn't had part of her memory erased, neither the Statesec nor Griffin would have been able to investigate.
When transferring the Neural Core data of UMP40 earlier, Renault had already seen the guy who gave orders to UMP40, but unfortunately, he only used ordinary backdoor commands, and there was no facial recognition information, voiceprint information, or identity verification.
To find that guy, they could only carefully trace back from the origins of UMP40 and the other one step by step.
Unfortunately, thanks to the chaos in Griffin's management at the time, whether the employment information of UMP40 and the other one could still be found was a problem. Moreover, those unknown armed men who attacked Griffin might have been preparing for the actions of UMP40 and the other one.
"You didn't make a move then?" Hearing this, Angelia still couldn't believe it. It was hard to believe that so many elites from Statesec would perish so easily in one mission.
And this time it was just a capture mission, but in the end, even the target for capture died in the chaos.
"Of course not. When I went there, those guys were long gone. Well, maybe the blood hadn't even dried yet. I just opened the gates of the Sangvis Ferri factory and asked the new AI of Sangvis Ferri for a train to come back." Putting down the teacup, Renault said absentmindedly.
He didn't care about these things. It was just some unspeakable transactions or some hidden desires of people's hearts. It was just back and forth like this, nothing to pay attention to, he was already fed up with this far too many times.
Wasting time on these petty matters of those people's greed and ambitions, it was better to focus on his own affairs and improve the design drawings he had at hand.
"A train... How could the Sangvis Ferri's Mastermind easily lend you their train?" Angelia twitched her mouth, somewhat incredulous. If the Sangvis Ferri's Mastermind was so easy to deal with, those guys wouldn't have beaten Griffin back so badly by now.
Clap.
Renault didn't speak, but directly lifted his coat off, hung it on the workbench, and placed the GM94 grenade launcher on the table.
Looking at the coat underneath Renault, which was covered with various grenades, Angelia finally understood.
It wasn't that the Sangvis Ferri's Mastermind was easy to deal with, but Renault's way of speaking was different from that of other normal people.
Which normal person would wear a coat covered in grenades at home!?
And besides the grenade launcher, there was also a hand axe that should have been shiny silver but was now covered in rust...
But Angelia soon realized that the dark red on the axe wasn't rust at all... it was blood that hadn't been wiped clean yet!
That's right, the Doll traffickers in the urban area who had their skulls split in half before should have died under this hand axe...
"Forget it, are you still taking commissions here? Didn't you used to take missions before you moved?" Angelia sighed.
"Missions? Depending on the situation, if there's time, then yes. The prerequisite for having time now is that the reward must be generous enough." Otherwise, why would he interrupt his work process to do some small commissions that barely made any profit?
"Huh, that's good." Hearing Renault say this, Angelia breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn't completely out of this line of work, it was easy to talk to him.