Suddenly, the ones who started shooting were the AK47 dolls, who had been perfectly normal just moments ago.
Whether it was AK47 facing Simonov directly or SpectreM4, who had finished eating and was looking out the window, they all suddenly picked up their imprinted weapons and aimed them at the dolls around them.
However, their unusual actions were almost instantly stopped by the dolls beside them, and no bullets hit anyone, leaving only a few inconspicuous bullet holes in the floor, walls and ceiling.
"Hey hey, Commander, could they have been infected with that mind-altering virus?"
Watching M14 being pressed down by herself, Simonov asked Renault somewhat helplessly.
"Mind-altering? Is there a thing like this?"
A-91, who was pressing down AK47 on the other side, tilted her head and asked.
"Hey, you've been infected before, don't act like you've never heard of it!" Hearing A-91's words, Simonov looked at her with some helplessness.
Back then, wasn't it the Doll Protection Rights Association that used this virus to control A-91 and them?
"Yeah, that's the one. That guy must be dead by now, but someone else must be making this virus. Let's get something to tie them up and take them to the work... Never mind, someone go get my computer. These guys' neural cores are starting to heat up."
"I'll go right away! Be back soon!" Nagant Revolver handed her G3 to UMP45 and ran out of the cafeteria.
"What's this? What's going on?" Seeing G3 struggling in her hand trying to break free, UMP45 and UMP40 looked at each other. Seeing this, they felt like they were suddenly back at the Sangvis Ferri Main Factory.
The condition of these dolls was almost identical to the ones infected by the virus they released back at the Sangvis Ferri Main Factory!
"What? Looks familiar?" Seeing the surprise in their eyes, Renault raised an eyebrow.
"Um, well..." UMP40 hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but found that Renault had already turned his head and taken his computer and data cable from Nagant Revolver who ran back.
Actually, Renault could guess that this was related to Griffin and that someone still had this virus capable of forcibly changing doll behavior.
It's worth mentioning that he and the guy spreading this virus seem to have some kind of fate. That guy who might be called Pavlovich back then, probably had some connection with the guy spreading this virus.
But that guy seems to have set his sights on him now.
Previously it was mercenaries and unidentified armed personnel, now it's having Griffin dolls infiltrate. That guy really seems relentless until he gets him.
Too bad it's useless. But he was careless this time, not checking the neural clouds of AK47 and the others. If he had checked earlier, this wouldn't have happened and he would have been spared repairing his walls and furniture.
But he still had to go find Helian and get some compensation. It's not pleasant to come over under the name of Griffin and do wanton rampage. But sorry, Griffin will have to take the hit for that guy first.
After all, they are a big organization and don't lack a few dolls like this.
The virus removal program has always been backed up, and this time Renault didn't even need to debug it. He directly connected the data cable to the interfaces of several dolls, and the virus that had taken control of the root protocols of the dolls was completely deleted.
The whole process took less than a minute.
And the dolls controlled by the group, including AK47 and the others, immediately regained their clarity, but they were still a bit puzzled about what had happened.
"Huh? What's this? What happened?"
"Do you remember the situation back at Base 939? You've been infected again." Renault waved his hand to signal the others to release the unlucky dolls and, holding the computer, headed back to his workspace to use the G&K communicator to demand some compensation for mental damages.
Hearing Renault's words, AK47 scratched her head awkwardly, then saw Renault using his computer as a tray, holding the bowl of noodles that was half-eaten, and walked toward his workspace.
"Is Commander Renault angry? Um, those bullet holes... Could it be us..." Standing up from the ground, AK47 saw the bullet holes on the floor and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed as she asked Simonov.
"Well, he's not angry, after all, this has little to do with you guys. But you'd better be prepared to help repair the floor tiles and ceiling, as it looks like you'll be needed." Pointing to the cracked floor tiles and the extra holes in the ceiling, Simonov said with a smile.
When they first came here, all the things inside this dormitory building were gradually organized by themselves, including decoration, painting, and a series of other tasks, all of which were figured out by them little by little. If it weren't for Simonov, who used to be a decorator, their Commander Renault would probably have been troubled for a while.
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"Angelia? Is there something wrong with Persica? Or is it something from the Statesec?" Seeing the figure who pushed the door open without knocking, Helian raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Of course not, it's something on your end. Didn't you inquire with the Statesec about the whereabouts of a few dolls? Those dolls were taken by helicopter to a place you wouldn't expect." As she spoke, Angelia went straight to the map hanging in front of Helian, raised her prosthetic left hand, and pointed to a location on the map. Helian herself had deliberately marked it with a pin.
"That's... the factory area occupied by Renault. Why were they sent there?" Looking at where Angelia pointed, Helian furrowed her brows.
"I don't know about that. Just now, there seemed to be some problem on his end, and I think he'll contact you soon." Angelia didn't doubt this at all. After seeing the phone that Renault took out, which could ensure that the call was not leaked, she now felt that even if Renault wanted to communicate with her superiors, it was a piece of cake.
Beep beep beep!
As soon as she finished speaking, the communication device in Helian's office started ringing.
And upon hearing this sound, Helian suddenly turned her head to look at the communication number on the communication device.
Upon seeing the familiar number, Helian's eyes lit up, and then subconsciously tidied up her attire before raising her hand to answer the call.
Ah?
Observing Helian's actions, Angelia tilted her head and adjusted her instrument before responding to the communication.
Hello? Isn't it a bit unusual? It seems like even if G&K's founders gathered together and come over, this woman wouldn't act so solemnly, right?