Chapter 101: Escorting the Buddha to the West

"It's really unnecessary. A guy at this level doesn't need to be put down with this," Simonov lamented, pressing down on a struggling doll with the BK-27 cannon pointed at Poryushkin's forehead.

"Don't be careless. This guy might still have some tricks up his sleeve," cautioned G36, while her chainsaw shredded the communicator Poryushkin had thrown away.

"But this time, we shouldn't have made a mistake, right? The life sensor reacted to him, so he should be alive this time," observed Nagant revolver, examining Poryushkin closely.

"He's a young man, huh? Why did he have to use that old man's image back then?" BM59 pondered, surprised that the one who nearly wiped out a Griffin base was such a young guy.

"What young man? You're just a baby who hasn't even been born for two years. Don't call others young," quipped Reno, glancing down at Poryushkin on the ground.

"You are? The guy I met at Base 939!? Wait, I have..."

Bang!

"Save your words for hell. I don't have time to waste here. Vector, burn him, along with the others," Reno commanded, unmoved by the man's plea.

"This..." Hearing Reno's decisive action, MG3 and SPAS-12 hesitated.

But Vector acted without hesitation. Simonov and the others followed suit, tossing the dazed captives onto Poryushkin's body.

Then Vector opened her power armor's hatch and threw out three Molotov cocktails.

Listening to the screams, CF05's face turned pale. "Why are you guys so skilled at this?"

"We're just used to it. This kind of thing happens almost every few days when we escort cargo. Everyone's used to it, and... Humans hate human traffickers, so dolls hate doll traffickers. It seems quite fitting and reasonable, doesn't it?"

Although they were under the banner of the Doll Rights Protection Association, they were involved in trafficking doll. There was no need to pity such people.

Bang!

"Ahhh!" With a gunshot, the bound captives screamed!

And Makayev, who had been brave before, now stared dumbfounded, incredulous as he looked at the supervisor lying in a pool of blood.

Meanwhile, Reno made a call.

Communication had been restored, obviously by Statesec. It was time to leave.

"Reno! It's me! Jowark! We intercepted a truck at the entrance, just like you said, it's from the Doll Rights Protection Association, and it's filled with Doll parts, mostly those lost in the city recently!"

"Got it. There are forty-five here, and I've taken care of them. You deal with these people yourself, and we'll leave first."

"Copy."

...

"I guess we missed it." Looking at the burnt-out bonfire, Nicholas sighed. It seemed they didn't make it in time.

"Or should I say we're lucky we didn't make it. I don't want to face those things that can knock down walls so easily. Look at these big footprints. Each of those things must weigh at least a ton, and there are at least a dozen of them!"

"Yeah, yeah, everyone. Reno brought out so many things, and you haven't heard a word about it. If the boss finds out, you might end up being sent to a remote Sangvis Ferri Factory as an informant."

"Tsk, that would be the worst." Alina rolled her eyes and began to inspect the ground around the bonfire.

Nicholas took out his camera and started taking pictures of the traces left on the ground. Although this evidence couldn't solve the problem, it would at least prevent them from being sent to clean toilets when they were scolded.

Buzz!

Just as they were almost finished recording, the sound of vehicles came from the distant intersection.

"It's the Defense Department's vehicles."

"They're just in time. Most likely, Reno notified them."

"I guess so."

In a few words, the Defense Department vehicles surrounded the mansion, and Defense Department Minister Jowark got off the car with his people. "Let's see who's here, Nicholas, were you demoted again after running out?"

"Are you cursing me? I've been promoted and demoted several times already. At least I don't want it to happen again this year."

"Haha, that's not up to me to decide. I'm just a lowly guard. It looks like you haven't gone in yet. Go see if those idiots who were fooled have tried to escape on their own. If this gets out, the Doll Rights Protection Association is likely to be finished."

Jowark rubbed his bald head and waved to Nicholas.

"I don't think so. Even if it does come out, those guys will easily find an excuse and shift all the blame onto that pile of ashes. In the end, it'll be the same..."

"Ah, it's the same old story. Anyway, those guys are good at finding excuses and still always making profits. There are definitely some people who want to keep them around."

"Maybe..."

...

"Is your commander always so considerate? Does he really need you to accompany us all the way back? It's unnecessary, right? We're not little kids who will get lost halfway." P90 held her gun with frustration and glanced at M1 Garand and G36 behind her.

"The commander's intention is that sending you back is secondary. The main thing is for us to confirm whether your stupid commander is still alive. After all, he managed to have all his T-Dolls taken away from him, so his survival skills as a commander are very questionable." G36 stated matter-of-factly.

Um... yeah, that makes sense... Although that commander is quite stupid...