"Baa!"
"Moo!"
"Grunt!"
Watching the assorted animals, Scarecrow rubbed her forehead in slight frustration. "Isn't their growth a bit too fast? Why not call the others to help?"
Though Scarecrow's status within Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing wasn't high, she was at most a reconnaissance scout. Despite having plenty of tasks on normal days, she first assisted in building the spaceship as a construction worker upon arriving at Renault's side.
Now, she had to aid MG3, the manager of this animal farm, in caring for these animals...
The expansion of her responsibilities was happening too rapidly, wasn't it?
She had assumed Renault took his team out to work, allowing her some free time at home for a while, but apparently...
"Well, the other people aren't as reliable. After all, the Commander said Scarecrow is very reliable, so, cough cough, the workload here isn't as heavy as you think. It's just sorting out these little ones, checking their bodies, weighing them, and such. It won't take too long!"
Carrying a lamb, MG3 awkwardly explained to Scarecrow.
"MG3, are these buckets of fresh milk over here? If so, may I take them?" G36 walked in with G3, pushing a cart and pointing to several milk buckets by the door.
"Yes! Those are them! Take them away! Just don't forget to bring the buckets back to me!"
"Got it." G36 nodded, then together with G3, they loaded the milk buckets onto the cart. "By the way, there seems to be an increasing amount of milk lately. Are you sure everything's okay here, MG3?"
"Oh, everything's fine. These guys look healthy..."
"MG3! I've brought the feed!" Just as MG3 was speaking, CF05 also arrived with an extended cart full of plant leaves and vines.
Not only CF05, but AK47 also followed behind, although what she dragged over wasn't vines but some pulled wheat seedlings.
Apart from the doll figures currently visible at the farm, Scarecrow knew there were many others busy at the vertical farms and kitchen.
Moreover, there were many other dolls in the training room, ammunition depot, and production workshop...
In short, there were hardly any idle dolls, and due to the recent attacks, even the daily patrols changed from pairs to groups of four. Even RFB, who used to slack off often, now hardly found opportunities to be lazy or play games.
Of course, the busiest places were this animal farm and the two vertical farms.
Those crops that Renault had tampered with and the animals that had eaten them were all undergoing strange changes.
The most noticeable change was the accelerated growth rate, not only in plants but also in animals...
Thus, MG3's animal farm was on the verge of being overcrowded. At this rate, Renault would probably have to figure out how to transform a slaughterhouse again after returning, otherwise MG3 would spend the whole day just dealing with these multiplying animals.
After helping MG3 for almost half a day, Scarecrow finally found some free time as it approached noon.
She sat down and made herself a cup of coffee.
Speaking of which, these coffee beans... appears to be grown by Nagant in the vertical farm...
Renault's two vertical farms at home appear to be dominating in all categories soon...
It was absurd; she had never heard of any security contractor turning themselves into agricultural enterprises!
And after the construction of the spaceship was completed, none of the things she did were related to the security contractors. They were all related to planting, breeding, and processing agricultural products.
These tasks were a bit too much for the droids of Sangvis Ferri, but the simple work of equipment maintenance could be assigned to the Rippers and Vespids...
Ding ding!
Holding the coffee cup, Scarecrow, who was reviewing her work over the past few days, suddenly saw a call from an unfamiliar number on her phone.
Although she was tempted to hang up directly on this unfamiliar call, what if it was Renault calling?
With this thought in mind, Scarecrow answered the phone with a furrowed brow.
However, after the call connected, and seeing the person on the screen, Scarecrow's brow furrowed even tighter.
"Hunter? How did you... Did you meet Renault? Are you also thinking of switching sides?"
Seeing Hunter's face, Scarecrow immediately thought of what Renault had said to her before, 'When you've made up your mind, call this number.'
As a result, after the call, she soon became Renault's subordinate. Although there were no root protocols restricting her, she really had no other options besides staying on Renault's side.
As for joining G&K? Scarecrow didn't want to suddenly face another of herself on the battlefield one day.
"You... Scarecrow? Where exactly are you now?" Seeing Scarecrow holding a coffee cup, wearing casual clothes, and leisurely sitting on the sofa, Hunter couldn't help but twitch her mouth.
She wondered if Scarecrow found the Mainframe's command annoying, so she found a way to deceive Sangvis Ferri's servers and ran away to seek another way out?
"At Renault's base. Didn't he tell you?"
She sipped her coffee leisurely. Not having to figure out how to capture AR Team for the mainframe was quite nice, although there were more small tasks than usual.
Seeing Scarecrow's relaxed appearance, Hunter really didn't know what to say. She was struggling here, racking her brains just to help the mainframe catch M4A1 of AR Team and obtain the data from her...
Yet here was Scarecrow, not only without work but also able to chat leisurely while drinking coffee.
Aren't you too relaxed!?
Of course, Hunter didn't see the busy side of Scarecrow. Right now, all she knew was that Scarecrow was having a great time!
"Of course he didn't. That guy just left a phone number. Anyway, I won't bother you anymore. Since you're okay there, I'll hang up. I'm still on a mission here."
Whether it was thinking of something or simply feeling stimulated by Scarecrow's current treatment, after throwing out these words, Hunter immediately hung up the phone.
...
Turning around and looking at the bound AR15 thrown on the ground, Hunter couldn't help but feel somewhat uneasy.
But fortunately, she had already captured AR15, a member of AR Team. M4A1 would definitely come back for her. For this reason, Hunter even directly took AR15 to the nearest autonomous unit production base.
"Didn't expect you Sangvis Ferri folks to also switch sides, huh!" AR15 struggled to sit up, scanning her surroundings to find the location of her imprint weapon.
Silently refuting Hunter, Hunter glared at AR15 in annoyance.