Chapter 79: What Are You Up To?

Ah, He recognized her, Scarecrow, the Elite-model SF Doll.

"Good afternoon, Miss SF doll. I'm from Ural Biotech Ltd., sort of like security. We were stopped by your guards on the road north of the port. Could you do us a favor and let us through?"

Renault waved to the computer's camera, trying to sound friendly.

Hearing Renault's request, Scarecrow frowned, seemingly confirming Renault's identity in the database.

"The identity is correct, and the outpost guards should have already agreed to let you through. Why contact me?"

Checking the data uploaded by the Rippers to the server, Scarecrow's frown deepened.

Why was he reaching out to her when the guards had already cleared him? Was he deliberately causing her trouble?

But this was SF's Outpost control area, not far from the port was one of Sangvis Ferri's major construction factories, with a large number of SF dolls ready to be deployed at any time. She couldn't think of any sane human who would come to such a place to invite trouble.

"Of course, my identity is not in question. The problem is they can't identify the dolls under my command."

With that, Renault turned the computer to let Scarecrow see Simonov, G36, and others in the car.

Hmm? These dolls? Griffin dolls? No, why is there a Jaeger with them? Hmm...Unable to identify?

Unable to establish communication to unknown unit?

What's going on!?

Seeing the Jaeger looking at them curiously from the backseat of the jeep, Scarecrow subconsciously tried to establish communication with it, but her communication request was met with silence.

Hologram? No! It couldn't be a hologram...

"Hey? Are you still there? Can you let us through? Give us the green light. If not, you can send a doll to accompany us."

He was just bringing them in to watch the loading of a few containers; it wasn't sabotage. Having someone follow him didn't matter.

Hmm, it was unknown if it would affect the other dolls in the other truck, but their safety was not within his jurisdiction.

"Okay." Scarecrow agreed to Renault's proposal after a moment of thought. A nearby Ripper, which had been standing still, suddenly moved and walked over to Renault.

Its lifeless eyes suddenly changed to vibrant ones.

Was it under Scarecrow's control?

SF's Elite-model dolls were indeed convenient; they could use these low-level SF units as puppets anytime.

With the Ripper standing next to Renault, the other cutters and roamers that had blocked the road immediately made way, allowing Simonov to drive through.

"I admit this changes some of my perceptions of Sangvis. They don't seem so difficult to deal with after all,"

Simonov said with a smile, reaching out to pat the Jaeger's head with one hand.

But after just one pat, the Jaeger dodged, clearly disliking Simonov treating her like a Dinergate.

"Front or back seat?"

The Ripper controlled by Scarecrow didn't speak; instead, it raised its hand and pointed to the truck's cargo hold, perhaps wanting to confirm how many dolls were onboard.

"Alright! Come on up!"

Seeing the direction the Ripper pointed in, Simonov grabbed the Ripper's arm as it reached for the truck's cargo hold.

With a slight exertion, she pulled the entire Ripper up to the truck.

The whole process was easy and pleasant, as if she was holding a doll weighing less than thirty kilograms, not a one-hundred-and-fifty-kilogram SF doll.

But Scarecrow wasn't surprised. It was probably a high-grade doll from IOP; after all, any uncommon model could be classified as a high-grade doll. As for whether these dolls belonged to the elite category, that could only be determined through real combat.

However, the number of dolls in the truck only added to Scarecrow's unease. She had just seen four dolls on the jeep, making a total of five, including the uncontactable Jaeger.

Now, there were six dolls in the truck, including the common BM59 and M1 Garand, with only M1911 being relatively common. The remaining three were unfamiliar. Adding the doll in the truck's cabin, there were a total of twelve dolls. Although these dolls didn't carry dummies, their presence alone gave Scarecrow a headache.

Sitting next to these dolls, she now only wanted to know one thing: what did this commander want with such a group of dolls?

Wait a minute... the commander...?

The human commander just exposed himself to the polluted environment of the Yellow Zone without wearing any protective gear...

Was that guy also a doll? Or something else?

At this moment, Scarecrow regretted not bringing the Ripper that could speak! Then she could have asked something from these dolls!

IOP's dolls often had loose lips, especially privately hired tactical dolls, who often revealed a lot of useful information with just a few words... But she couldn't speak now!

Why couldn't the low-level SF dolls speak!?

No! I have to go over and see for myself! Just in case!

With a clear road, a distance of over ten kilometers was just over ten minutes.

When entering the port area, the convoy passed through an automatic checkpoint. Fortunately, Scarecrow's Ripper was brought along, or they would have been stopped again.

After the self-driving trucks entered the port area, they immediately connected to the port's public channel and followed a fixed procedure, driving to the designated loading area and waiting for the crane to place the containers on the trucks.

Renault's truck and the jeep parked in the waiting area, as did the truck that followed them.

After the truck stopped, several figures in protective suits immediately climbed out of the cargo hold, carrying two large boxes in their hands. Walking along the port's path, they headed straight for one of the warehouses.

During this time, they ignored the surveillance cameras, clearly unafraid of being spotted by those things.

At the same time, the SF dolls passing by ignored these figures in protective suits, as if these people didn't exist.

Seeing their brazen behavior, Renault shrugged. This situation was clearly a planned action, probably connected to SF's higher-ups.

Click, click.

As Renault leaned on the railing, watching the trucks being loaded below, the sound of high heels approached slowly from behind him.