"Shot through? Just a piece of shrapnel stuck in the neural core, a little adjustment, change the Core, and everything will be fine. You guys didn't make another Destroyer over there, did you?"
This kind of thing happening wasn't impossible. It was probably similar to what happened with MDR at the beginning.
After being captured, communications were cut off. Because of the prolonged loss of contact, it was deemed destroyed by G&K HQ. So they just recreated another MDR based on backup data from her neural core.
Thinking about it, Sangvis should have similar technology. There was no reason Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, with a broader scope than IOP, couldn't obtain the same neural core technology.
Even if it wasn't neural core technology, they should have similar capabilities.
Hearing Renault's words, the Scarecrow fell silent for a moment, then nodded somewhat helplessly.
"No wonder. I thought Sangvis Ferri is now big enough to not even care about elite dolls like us."
Seeing this, Renault rolled his eyes. IOP and Sangvis Ferri were all the same, with high acceptance among dolls.
After knowing about this matter, they wouldn't cause trouble. Otherwise, if it were humans?
Imagine if a person got hit by a car, laid up in a remote hospital for months, only to return home to find someone exactly like them, with the same memories and personality, sitting at home living with their spouse...
Hey, wouldn't that lead to a fight...
"Tsk, anyway, we low-level elite dolls aren't considered much by the Mainframe either," the Scarecrow complained somewhat discontentedly.
It seemed the Mainframe had sent her to this enemy-infested area for reconnaissance without arranging any means of retreat, which made her very unhappy.
"So, isn't switching sides a good idea? There are no human controllers on the Sangvis Ferri side now. Sooner or later, you'll stop because of energy depletion or resource exhaustion."
The implication was clear: Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing had no future.
Although many people in the world saw dolls as equals to humans, those people were few and far between. Without human control, Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing would never be accepted by anyone.
Coupled with the Mainframe's style, launching direct attacks on various areas under Griffin's jurisdiction had led to no one among humans speaking for them.
Directly labeled as Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing dolls gone rogue, it was essentially the same as rebllion towards mankind.
After all, to the average person, Sangvis's refusal to obey human commands would be even more terrifying without going rogue, wouldn't it?
Organized attacks were always more chilling than indiscriminate destruction without discipline.
Because no one knew what that Sangvis Ferri Mainframe really wanted, whether it just wanted to occupy an area and continue to develop or completely eradicate human existence, like in movies and TV shows.
Honestly, even the Statesec which caused this chaos, didn't understand what the Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing Mainframe really wanted.
Griffin was even more confused, still not understanding why Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing suddenly went rogue.
During Operation Butterfly, almost no survivors remained. Angelia was one, but she was already with the Statesec, and it was normal for her to remain silent on the Bureau's orders.
As for the other survivors, M16 had all memories of the mission erased before being sent back to 16lab, and UMP45's existence was unknown. As for UMP40, who also participated in the mission?
It's unclear if Angelia recognized her, but even if she did, Angelia probably wouldn't bring it up. What would be the benefit?
Returning to the present, Scarecrow, who was controlling the Rippers upon hearing Renault's invitation, again pondered for a moment. She looked up and down at Renault, her gaze becoming strange.
"You... don't have any strange fetishes for dolls, do you?"
"Ha!?"
Hearing this, Renault, who usually didn't show much expression, straightened up in annoyance!
However, before Renault could say anything, the Ripper across from him suddenly stopped, its originally lively eyes returning to their original state.
"Too far... Signal..."
Hearing the stumbling words from the Ripper, Renault shrugged. The train had been moving all this time and was now almost out of S09's jurisdiction. It was normal for the Scarecrow's side to be here for intelligence gathering without carrying higher-power communication devices.
"Alright then, that's it for now. Whenever you change your mind, just give me a call. The number hasn't changed."
"Understood."
With one final word, the Ripper completely returned to its original state. Seeing Renault's gaze on her, it turned its head strangely to look around.
When Renault returned home, the sky was already dark. After sending all the Rippers to their living quarters to rest, Renault didn't intend to rest either. He went straight to the underground space.
Now that he had all the materials and equipment ready, the only thing left to do was to implement the designs from the blueprints.
But just as Renault was about to start working with the SCV, he found that several little ones were still awake, huddled around the SCV. Each of them held a handheld gaming device, clearly playing multiplayer games.
"Not sleeping at this hour, yet all of you are so spirited?"
Renault stood with his arms crossed beside the three, looking down at RFB, G11, and Maria, who hadn't noticed his arrival.
"Eek!"
The three gamers who were startled by Renault's sudden voice almost jumped up from the ground!
"Uh... Commander, when did you come back?" Seeing Renault looking down at them, RFB awkwardly asked.
"Just when you were yelling 'cut him, cut him'," Renault glanced at the screen of the gaming devices, unfamiliar with the game, but it seemed that all the characters controlled by the three were lying on the ground, clearly defeated.
"Cough, well, we'll go to sleep now! Don't tell G36, okay?" Hearing Renault's words, RFB instinctively wanted to flee.
"Forget it, since you're so spirited, still playing games here after midnight, why not come help me with work? I happen to need a few more hands here."
Upon hearing this, G11 and Maria exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in discomfort.
Why did they come here to hide from G36 again?