"Um, but this is our mission."
Looking at Maria, who stood with her hands on her hips, the silver-haired doll scratched her head helplessly. Her silver hair swayed as she moved, then drooped somewhat lifelessly.
"Mission... Well, there's nothing I can do about it. As long as you promise not to damage anything, I can take you to have a look." Hearing the other's words, Maria frowned. After only a moment's hesitation, she agreed directly.
Hearing Maria's response, Renault sighed silently. Destroyer probably hadn't even considered the current situation between Sangvis Ferri and Griffin. Sangvis Ferri and Griffin were currently engaged in a fierce conflict.
If it weren't for all the combatants being dolls, they'd have to completely wipe out each other's brains. But for dolls, that would almost be the same...
Fortunately, Renault had already deleted Maria's root protocols. Otherwise, if this person received orders from the Sangvis Ferri mainframe, wouldn't she just take the doll workers in the factory and go straight to battle with Griffin?
Of course, it wasn't ruled out that Maria would obediently follow the mainframe's orders and return to the main battlefield between Sangvis Ferri and Griffin.
However, this possibility became much less likely after Renault removed the root protocol restrictions for her. After all, Maria had never seen the Sangvis Ferri mainframe, and it was obvious that she wouldn't obey its orders.
If it were about seeking revenge for Lycoris, maybe she could convince Maria to take action, but if it was just because of the mainframe's orders...
Sorry, with the root protocols removed, there was no hierarchy anymore, and there was no reason to obey the Sangvis Ferri mainframe's orders.
But this silly one didn't even bother to ask about the details of the mission and just readily agreed.
Thankfully, these doll from Griffins didn't seem to be on a destructive mission, otherwise this silly one would have ended up in tears in no time.
"This..." The most shocked by Maria's words was the silver-haired Griffin doll. She stared with wide eyes, assessing Maria up and down, already beginning to doubt her own identification system.
After all, she was standing in the red zone without any protective gear. It was possible that something had gone wrong with one of the modules inside her.
But none of the other dolls nearby were wearing protective gear either, so she was probably fine, right?
But what did the seemingly Sangvis Ferri Destroyer just say? Let her come in for a look?
Although their mission this time was to investigate the Sangvis Ferri factory, but...
If they were invited in by the factory's controller, would that count as a successful reconnaissance mission?
Probably... right?
However, her companion had just been knocked unconscious by the sudden appearance of Simonov.
If she went in alone... what if Simonov suddenly changed her mind halfway? Would she immediately be surrounded by a group of Sangvis Ferri dolls?
Maybe she should wait a little longer, wait...
"What?! Why are you guys here? There shouldn't be any Griffin bases here! Is this Sangvis Ferri's headquarters?!"
Perhaps most dolls were naturally slow, or perhaps the dolls who had just come out of the factory weren't vigilant at all. Anyway, the silver-haired doll stood at the door for a long time before finally coming to her senses.
"You're overthinking it. This is my base, it has nothing to do with Sangvis Ferri's factories. Are you coming in or not? Don't just stand at the door." This person stood at the door of the quarantine chamber, blocking it with Maria.
With these two standing in place, the door couldn't be closed, and without closing the door, disinfection couldn't proceed. Everyone had been waiting inside the isolation room for a long time, just waiting for these two to move aside.
"Ah, sorry sorry!"
...
"Spectre M4?"
Looking at the weapon placed on the table by the silver-haired doll, Renault raised an eyebrow.
He didn't expect to see this type of weapon here.
But considering that even Nagant M1895, a relic from the last century, could be transformed into a doll, it wasn't surprising to see a less famous Spectre M4 in a doll's hands.
"Um-hmm! Commander Renault, are you also a Griffin commander?" Holding a leftover pork chop rice from dinner in her hand, Spectre M4 nodded, responding to Renault's inquiry.
"Of course not, where did you get the idea that I'm a Griffin commander? There are no G&K insignias here, and I'm not wearing a Griffin commander uniform." Saying this, Renault sighed helplessly.
The three dolls MDR brought back were really unlucky.
They were knocked over by Simonov, who was sprinting at full speed. Simonov was probably even trying to avoid these three.
But even though Simonov had tried her best to avoid them, these three dolls were still a bit too fragile for her 300-kilogram self.
Two of them had loose core connections, and the other one had its main spine damaged and paralyzed from hitting a protruding stone when it fell.
None of these were major repair issues; they just needed a few replacement parts.
He had plenty of spare parts on hand, after all, there were still many doll parts left from before Nagant M1895 and the others weren't using.
Of course, these three were all minor issues.
The main problem was Simonov.
Perhaps it was because she had too many employers back then, and now karma had come.
This person had just switched to a new body not long ago and had been shot in the head by a mercenary right in the middle of her forehead. Although it was just a superficial wound at the time, there was still a small scar left on her skull.
And this time, when the pistol exploded, the breech flew directly out of the gun body and jammed into the scar from last time, fitting perfectly, as if the scar had been waiting for this connection.
While Renault was repairing the three dolls lying motionless on the workbench, Simonov happened to climb out of the repair bay.
Her hand was still on her forehead, feeling the now-filled hole left by Renault.
"Commander, do you have any helmets or something to protect my forehead from being hit again?"
"Here, take this for now. Come back to me when I make a new one in the future."
Renault casually pulled out a dusty helmet from the cabinet and tossed it over. He really didn't have any plans to make a helmet specifically for Simonov, the unlucky one.
After all... with so many dolls at home, except for Simonov, who else has their forehead hit for no reason every day?
"Okay, but does this helmet really have bulletproof capabilities?"
Simonov muttered helplessly. This M35 helmet used by Renault looked like it was made entirely of steel and didn't seem like it could stop bullets at all.
"Huh? Isn't it? AK47? Isn't this the one we encountered before?"
Simonov, who was trying on the helmet, just realized that among the three dolls lying on the workbench, one of them looked quite familiar.