"Changed your mind, have you? Calling me means you're determined to switch jobs?"
This time, Renault didn't hesitate. He answered the call promptly and casually placed his phone on the control console of the SCV. As he spoke, he continued welding the hull of the ship.
The caller was none other than Scarecrow, with whom Renault had recently been in contact.
However, the doll looked somewhat disheveled this time. Her sleek and minimalist suit appeared dirty, and one of her ponytails had been partially burnt off.
The mask she usually wore had gained an extra crack, and Renault even spotted a bullet hole on her shoulder.
Clearly, Scarecrow's reconnaissance behind enemy lines wasn't going smoothly.
"Is this mess your doing?! Those cell phones in the doll's hands! They must be the ones you sent out, right?!"
Seeing Renault's face and hearing her words, Scarecrow's previously serious expression couldn't hold up, and she started roaring in anger!
Thanks to those phones, the equipment she brought to disrupt doll communication had turned into scrap metal!
It wasn't that they couldn't be used anymore, but rather, those devices were useless against the phones Renault had distributed!
Blocking doll communication? They could just as easily make a call to their commander's phone and even use the phone as a communicator by attaching it to their headphones, enabling not only calls but also real-time transmission of the battlefield.
Her arrangements against dolls were cracked by the commander not long after she made them. Her experiences over the past few days could be described as being relentlessly pursued by that commander from who knows where!
"Hey hey, how can you blame me for this? Clearly, it's your own boss who sent you to such a dangerous place for a mission. What does that have to do with me?"
Renault continued his work, watching the disheveled Scarecrow with a smirk.
After all, every time he saw Scarecrow before, the girl was always neat and composed, with proper movements. It was extremely rare to see her roaring in anger like today.
"Laugh! How dare you laugh! I'll..."
Boom!
While Scarecrow was speaking, there was a sudden ear-piercing explosion on her end, sounding like the blast of a grenade.
Clearly, Sangvis Ferri dolls didn't carry any explosive weapons, so the noise was likely caused by Griffin's dolls. Perhaps it was even a grenade thrown by 45.
Scarecrow's complexion darkened as the explosion interrupted her speech.
"Renault, you've repaired Destroyer, Maria... So..."
"Spit it out. No need to beat around the bush with me."
Hesitating for a moment at Renault's words, Scarecrow finally spoke up after another explosion not far away.
"If I'm destroyed this time, will I really be resurrected?"
As she said this, Scarecrow's expression fluctuated, her brows occasionally furrowing.
Clearly, asking this question took considerable effort on her part. Otherwise, the lower-level protocol of Sangvis Ferri wouldn't have allowed her to say it.
If all Sangvis Ferri dolls knew they wouldn't have a chance to open their eyes again after death, the whole Sangvis Ferri would probably descend into chaos.
Griffin's situation was likely similar.
"What you uploaded to the Sangvis server is just data. Data doesn't have self-awareness. Simply put, you'll die, and die completely."
Hearing Renault's blunt words, Scarecrow's pupils contracted, and she stood there like she had crashed.
After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes with a furrowed brow.
"Griffin's doll squad will break through my defenses in two hours. If I'm captured, according to Sangvis's operational rules, I'll activate the self-destruct sequence."
In other words, she was urging Renault to act faster.
"Got it, just wait. Don't get taken out by Griffin. Escaping should be easy for you, right?"
Hearing Renault's words, Scarecrow glared angrily at Renault, then hung up the phone.
"RFB, listen up, stop playing games. Go call Simonov and have her prepare the helicopter, the new one. The old ones are too slow."
"Um, got it." RFB replied somewhat helplessly. If she had known, she wouldn't have lazed here today. But besides this place, there didn't seem to be anywhere else she could slack off.
Her hideout at the vertical farm had already been discovered by G36. If she continued staying there, she'd just be dragged out to work by G36, with no other outcome. And if G36 personally caught her, she definitely wouldn't have it easy.
Getting up somewhat reluctantly, RFB quickly took the elevator to find Simonov.
Meanwhile, after finishing welding the armor plate in his hands, Renault jumped out of the SCV and, wearing his coat, checked his equipment. He then headed outside the hangar.
At this point, Simonov had already brought A-91 and AK47, and together they had wheeled out the tiltrotor aircraft they had recently extorted from the military.
"Are you two also coming?"
Seeing A-91 and AK47, Renault raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't planned on bringing anyone else this time.
Snatching food from Griffin's mouth was already risky enough, and having more people would only complicate matters.
"Yes, yes! Going on a mission! Of course, we want to be proactive!" AK47 nodded eagerly upon hearing Renault's question.
"Forget it, I don't even know what you're planning you two. Have you finished cleaning up at the vertical farm?" Renault gave these two a disdainful look, directly exposing their disguise.
"Um..." Hearing Renault's words, the two immediately hung their heads like defeated roosters. "Well, Commander, those fungus mats are really hard to deal with. They're stuck to the ground and can't be scraped off with a shovel."
A-91 said awkwardly. Although all the wheat in the vertical farm had been cleaned up, the excess wheat seedlings on the ground had been pulled out by Renault and her team.
However, those fungus mats attached to the floor were so stubborn that they couldn't be cleaned up even with a shovel.
Sometimes, they even had to use a knife to scrape them off bit by bit...
"Where did you come up with so many excuses? Clean up your own mess, quickly! Go back and collect all those fungus mats. Otherwise, watch out for them turning into home carpets." Hearing Renault's words, Simonov, who was about to enter the cockpit, immediately turned around, pointing a finger at A-91 and AK47. Clearly, she was delighted to escape that laborious task.
"You don't need to be smug. It won't take long this time. After you come back, you'll continue working. Don't even think about drinking unless you clean up properly."
Renault knew exactly what expression Simonov had behind him. His words were like a knife, stabbing right at Simonov's heart.