Chapter 39: I've Already Got the Title!

Of course, there's definitely no phone. Reno and the others haven't been in this town for long, so they didn't have time to go out and buy phones. When M1 Garand and the others went out for supplies, they obviously didn't include phones in the shopping list.

They do have communicators, but unfortunately, they've all been modified by Reno. Apart from their own group, they can't contact anyone else, including G&K.

"Commander, that communication tower seems to be the only one in this small town. If we destroy it, the people in this town..."

"Don't think too much. Griffin will pay to repair it later." As long as Griffin doesn't intend to give up their business here, they will definitely find someone to help with tower's repairs.

"But, Commander, why do we have to destroy that tower? Can't we just turn it off temporarily?"

"No, just turning it off won't work. That disgusting old guy won't jump out voluntarily." How to make a cautious and life-preserving old guy jump out voluntarily from his hideout?

Perhaps there's no more straightforward and effective way than to destroy his property directly.

Regardless of why that old guy is spreading mind control programs among the dolls in the town, it doesn't change the fact that he has attacked his subordinates.

Besides, Reno is curious. Just for wealthy businessman holed up in this remote town, what confidence does he have to openly cause trouble for G&K?

In addition, he wants to find the lair of those doll traffickers through him. To avoid being stabbed in the back by this cunning old guy when he deals with those traffickers, it's safest to deal with this guy first.

"Ah! Commander, you're here! Come and see Galil, she seems to have been controlled by someone!" As soon as Reno walked out of the building ruins, Nagant immediately called out.

Seeing Galil lying unconscious next to AK47, Reno lowered his head. Although he had anticipated it before, he never thought that out of the three dolls, only Galil was controlled.

He was already prepared to dismantle the core of all three dolls. But now, it seems unnecessary.

AK47's left arm hung weakly, obviously deformed by violence. Tokarev seemed unharmed, just rolling on the ground, and her clothes were a little dirty.

The most serious was Galil, with a strange flush on her cheeks, and her skin had turned yellow, with wisps of smoke rising from her body.

It looked as if she had touched a high-voltage line...

This appearance made Reno doubt whether Galil's body could still be used. "How did you get these injuries? And how did you make her lie down obediently? Controlled Dolls shouldn't be so cooperative, right?"

There were obviously no high-voltage lines or anything like that around, and Reno was curious about how she got these injuries.

"Uh... the one who controlled Galil seems to have mentioned overclocking or overload? Probably that's what it meant?" AK47 shook her still intact right hand.

Then she picked up the empty bottle beside her, shook it, and poured out the remaining drops, trying to taste the more booze again.

"Well, I didn't expect these drinks to have this effect." Seeing the empty bottle and Tokarev, who was also flushed, it wasn't hard to guess why these two dolls lost consciousness.

"Hurry up, while these two are still drunk, let's go and blow up that tower." It's a win-win situation—it can provoke that old guy and prevent him from remotely controlling those dolls.

"Ah! Wait! Help me bring those parts!" Nagant hurriedly shouted. Just now, she was busy dealing with Galil, and she didn't have time to move the decommissioned dolls they had dragged out of the ruins onto the truck!

Moving parts naturally wasn't a problem. Most of the parts Nagant and the others found were from those scrapped autonomous dolls that hadn't completely shut down yet. In case they can recover later... well... anyway, those that were already scrapped with their neural cores smashed, they're sorry.

"This gun is got my imprinted weapon! Why would anyone give my weapon to an autonomous doll without a Fire Control core! Let go!"

While Reno and the others were loading various components and the immobile Tokarev and Galil onto the truck, the silver-haired doll was busy snatching a non-reciprocating assault rifle from another autonomous T-Doll.

After exerting a lot of effort to retrieve her imprinted weapon, the silver-haired T-Doll had to rush out of the building, put in all her strength, and sprinted towards the truck.

Because Reno didn't intend to wait for her after M1 Garand and the others boarded the truck, he started the truck directly...

"Hey! You jerk! Even if you don't know me, you can't just leave me here alone!"

Smack!

Just before the truck rushed out of the estate, the silver-haired T-Doll finally grabbed the door of the cargo box and hung on it.

"Huh? Who is this person?" Seeing only the silver-haired doll with half a brain and a beret hanging on the door, Nagant and Simonov asked in surprise.

"I don't know this doll." M1911 also shook her head.

"Hey! Do you guys have any problems? Now that things are like this, is it the time to worry about whether you know me or not? Hurry up and help me get up there!" The silver-haired T-Doll with only four fingers hanging on the door shouted with a crying voice.

As the speed of the truck increased, she felt like she was about to fly!

"Why don't you climb up with your other hand? It's not like someone else here is missing an arm and a leg now!"

Simonov, who had intended to go forward to help, found that the silver-haired doll had both hands intact, but the other hand was holding her imprinted weapon like a fool.

Hmm... hearing this, the AK47, who was out of order, looked at her left arm, which couldn't move, and wondered if she had to poke at her sore spot when she spoke?

"Uh? Oh!" Reminded by Simonov, the silver-haired doll finally came to her senses. She raised her hand and was about to throw her imprinted weapon onto the truck when her movement suddenly stopped, as if she had thought of something, she asked Simonov.

"Um... Simonov, can you use your reconnaissance recording system to take a picture of me? Capture my current crisis-ridden appearance! Miss MDR is in a big crisis! I've already thought of the title for the anonymous forum post!"

This guy...

It's probably better to kick her off...