Bang!
Ignoring the warning words, Renault directly fired, creating a hole in the guy's forehead in front of him.
Even after extensive cyborg enhancements, this head still fell under the category of living beings.
"You!?"
Seeing Renault completely disregarding her warning and shooting the seemingly already incapacitated guy, M4A1 became furious. She hesitated to open fire, clutching her imprint weapon tightly.
Although she was currently under Griffin's jurisdiction, she was employed by 16lab and was in the middle of a mission. Logically, as a Griffin T-Doll, she did have authority over the matter, but shooting to kill was another issue altogether.
In this situation, if these people attacked her, she had the right to retaliate. However, the targets were similarly unmarked individuals, and there were no hostile actions towards her.
In such a case... what should she do?
Should she disarm them first?
As M4A1 pondered, MP5 and MG3 standing beside Renault looked at her.
"Have you seen this T-Doll before in Griffin? Did you ever encounter an M4A1 tactical doll?" MG3 asked MP5 beside her. After all, MP5 had spent some time with Griffin and likely knew more than she did as a civilian.
"Well, I think so. I heard she's a tactical doll specially manufactured by 16lab, not on the same level as our mass-produced tactical dolls. But this is the first time I've seen her in person." MP5 replied, carefully examining M4A1, as if trying to discern any differences from their appearance.
"Are you... are you also Griffin's T-Dolls?" Upon hearing MP5's question, M4A1 relaxed her grip on the weapon she held and subconsciously lowered the muzzle.
However, she quickly realized that these two tactical dolls standing before her had no Griffin identification marks.
"Huh? Oh, right! We're also from Griffin!" Surprised by M4A1's question, MG3 was momentarily stunned before quickly responding, then activated the Griffin identification device that Renault had installed for them.
As MG3 activated the identification system, she nudged MP5's side. "Hurry up, put on the 'vest'."
"The... right, indeed." MP5 almost slipped up, caught up in combat. She quickly corrected herself while also activating her identification system.
"Hey, Commander, is there anyone left down there? Can we land now?" Simonov's voice came through the communicator.
Sitting in the pilot's seat, Simonov glanced at MDR who was covering her face. When the aircraft crashed earlier, the synthetic skin on her face had been torn, and now it hung loosely. She urgently needed Renault's nano-level craftsmanship to repair it.
"Find a place to land; there's no one left."
Renault glanced around. Aside from a few surviving Vespids and Dinergates in the distance, there was nothing else moving.
Next, they would wander around this factory area and see if there was anything useful.
Although the aircraft had crashed into one of the factory buildings and MDR had blasted another, it was inconsequential. The damage to this light industrial area was only about twenty percent.
Just a fifth, not much, and there was still the remaining four-fifths of the area.
What Renault valued most were the raw materials or finished products stored in the warehouse.
These light industrial equipment weren't essential to him; he could produce them anytime he wanted. And he didn't need such large equipment; just a few small ones would suffice to produce necessities for the T-Dolls' daily consumption.
The purpose of coming here, besides acquiring usable items, was mainly to collect interest from the guy hiding in the White Zone.
Seeing Renault commanding the aircraft in the sky to land, although M4A1 was puzzled by when Griffin had acquired such formidable equipment, she approached him nonetheless and asked.
"Um, excuse me, are you the commander of this jurisdiction? I'm M4A1, the search target from the previous Operation Sugar Cube. Can you give me a ride back when you're returning?"
As she spoke, M4A1 looked at Renault's expressionless face, unsure of what this Griffin commander was thinking.
Seeing Renault not responding but instead scrutinizing her, M4A1 instinctively thought Renault was irritated by her pointing a gun at him earlier and quickly apologized, "Ah! I'm really sorry just now, I thought you were an illegal intruder in this jurisdiction..."
"Alright, it's on the way anyway. But we'll have to stay here for a while. If others come over, you can leave with the other T-Dolls." Gazing at the skull mask hanging around M4A1's neck, and glancing at the streak of dye in her hair, Renault almost recalled who she was.
The captain of the AR Team, M4A1.
Who would've thought she'd already begun to be chased around by Sangvis Ferri?
Executioner over there should be chasing M4A1, and Scarecrow earlier must have been searching for M4A1's trail, venturing deep into Griffin's territory.
As he thought, Renault took out his phone and called Helianthus.
As soon as the call connected, Renault directly asked Helian, "I heard you guys are looking for M4A1?"
"Renault... Huh? She ran into you!?" Helian, with a complicated expression on her face, was about to ask Renault what was going on, but before she could speak, she heard Renault's question and immediately widened her eyes, asking Renault in surprise.
"Ah, she just happened to run into me. She's here with me now. I'll send you the coordinates. Have the nearest... Have Gentiane send someone over to take her away."
The nearest base was Gentiane's base. Apart from Gentiane, no one else would come for this matter.
While Renault was making the call, MG3 and MP5 had also wandered off in another direction. There were a few Vespids gathered there, squatting on the ground and digging something with their hands.
"What are they digging?"
Curious, the two approached and stood behind the Vespids, peering at what they had surrounded.
Since the identification systems on MG3 and MP5 were bi-directional, not only did they have Griffin's identification signal, but they also had Sangvis Ferri's. Therefore, these Vespids didn't react excessively to their approach.
After all, Renault had already incorporated a bunch of Rippers from the material factory here, so identifying one signal was naturally no trouble for him.
"Oh, you're still alive! Need help getting you out?"