Chapter 199: Quit Dilly-Dallying!

"So, are you guys now neighbors with Sangvis Ferri? Aren't you afraid they'll come over and wipe you all out?" Thanks to being right by the porthole, UMP45 could clearly see the Sangvis Ferri factory not far from the coast.

And the factory she was currently in was at most five kilometers away from the Sangvis Ferri factory, possibly even closer. Even on foot, it would only take a couple of minutes with dolls normal strides.

Once the Sangvis autonomous dolls attacked this way, Renault might not have time to react at all.

Hmm, that's what UMP45 thought.

In reality, the autonomous dolls at the Sangvis Ferri factory were still diligently fulfilling their duties as diligent workers. Constantly smelting the inventory of raw materials into the styles needed by Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing, showing no signs of marching towards other areas.

Communication between the raw material factory and the Sangvis Ferri HQ... or rather, the AI that now controlled it, should be very smooth. They could contact the Sangvis units here at any time.

Although they couldn't control them with high precision over long distances, issuing orders shouldn't be a problem.

However, the limited autonomy of low-level Sangvis dolls was indeed a problem. It was unlikely that the Sangvis units here would make any significant moves until the elite Sangvis dolls arrived.

"Sangvis? Our relationship with Sangvis is fine, right? Commander recently took a Sangvis Ferri train to buy things." Responding to UMP45's question, P38 held the hand of the unnamed autonomous doll, leading her and HK416 out of the cabin.

P90 and Simonov, on the other hand, directly carried UMP45 and UMP9, jumping out of the cabin.

"Ah! Look who's back! Have the heroes who defeated the dragon brought their princess back home in style? Come on, maintain that pose! Let me take a commemorative photo!"

Before they could even steady themselves, MDR's voice rang out from in front of them, followed by the crisp sound of MDR pressing the buttons on her phone and the continuous sound of the shutter.

UMP45, held in P90's arms for the first time, experienced a feeling called 'social death' for the first time. Especially with the incessant flashing of the flash, and MDR's phone camera almost reaching her face.

On the other hand, UMP9, held by Simonov, seemed to have no psychological or physiological discomfort at being photographed. She even deliberately cooperated with MDR, posing a cheerful expression...

☆(ゝω･)v!

"Just come help with the moving. Be gentle with those little creatures, and be careful not to break the quarantine chambers." Despite their T-Doll ability to move freely outdoors, these bought creatures were definitely not capable of it. Once the quarantine chamber broke, these fragile lives would soon perish.

Of course, those feeling uncomfortable were also UMP45 and UMP9, who were both damaged, as well as the small doll with silver hair held by P38. The civilian-grade body, coupled with numerous damages, were already starting to react sluggishly in this highly polluted environment.

The only one who still looked relatively normal was HK416, indicating that her body was indeed in good condition, and her neural corr should be different those other dolls.

After all, they had all been dismantled of their Fire Control Core, managed to escape from the doll dismantling center, and even managed to snatch their own imprinted weapons before leaving. Perhaps there were only a few like them in this world.

"Send them in for cleaning first, and change the clothes for that little one and 416. After they're cleaned up, put those two directly into my workshop."

"Got it! Hiss! It's so cold outside!" C96 responded, taking UMP9 from Simonov's hands, while BM59 took UMP45 from P90.

As for why Simonov and the others didn't directly send them in, it was because Simonov needed to move the liquor they had bought with A-91. On P90's side? It seemed like MDR had some accounts to settle with her.

Smack.

MDR closed her phone and put it in her pocket, squinting and grinning at P90, who was trying to sneak away.

"Where are you going, Miss P90? Does my outfit still fit me?"

"Cough! Uh, well... it's okay, I guess. The clothes fit, but the shoes are a bit tight..." Upon hearing MDR's words, P90 actually lowered her head to assess her outfit.

MDR's coat, being a loose style, fit P90 well, but the shoe size wasn't quite right, and the...

"It fits your head! You jerk! Take it off!"

Seeing P90 still intending to continue evaluating the clothes inside, MDR snatched her hat back!

Then she immediately took off her coat, followed by the ones underneath...

"Hey! Stop! Don't! At least let me go back and change! Don't do this outside!"

UMP45, being carried into the disinfection room by BM59, heard P90's screams before entering the quarantine chamber. She helplessly twitched her mouth, hoping she wouldn't really be thrown into this ant nest by that guy named Renault.

P90's screams didn't last long, after all, Renault was still there. They couldn't make a scene in front of him.

After moving the goods from the helicopter into the warehouse and pushing the helicopter into the hangar, Renault had to go check on CF05 and the others.

Each of the creatures they bought had to be treated with care. It was a matter of whether they could have meat for their meals in the future. Even he had to be extra vigilant and take it seriously, which was much more difficult than charging into the Doll traffickers' lair.

On the other hand, MDR finally managed to change back into her clothes as planned. When she came out of the bathroom, she deliberately hid all of P90's clothes! She didn't even leave her a towel!

Originally, she planned to wait at the door, capturing P90's awkwardness on camera as evidence to force her to comply in the future.

But she just happened to bump into HK416, who had just finished cleaning.

"MDR!" Seeing MDR in her own clothes again, HK416's memory of humiliation surged up in an instant, glaring at MDR in front of her with considerable annoyance, but unfortunately, she didn't seem to be MDR's match now.

MDR's eyes lit up, tapping her forehead, "Aren't you the HK416 I met back in Nikolayev? How did you end up at our place?"

Seeing HK416's uncomfortable expression, MDR became even more energetic, smiling and planning to follow her, but before she could lift her foot, G36 reached out and pulled her back, "Stop slacking off! Come help in the kitchen! We're short-handed now!"

"Huh!? How is that possible! There are so many people! Where are the others!? Wait! BM59, why don't we switch?"