Chapter 232: Recognition

"Shouldn't be. That girl was doing well under her original commander. How did she end up in a place like this?"

The city they were in now was several hundred kilometers away from the Griffin base where they encountered AK47 before.

"Oh, I see. But these two look unfamiliar. What model are they?" Holding her original sailor hat in her hand, Simonov, with a helmet on her head, leaned over to inspect the other two dolls.

"M1919A4 and M14, both very common tactical dolls. They might look unfamiliar because you didn't spend much time in Griffin after all," just like Simonov's work before becoming a tactical doll.

This g didn't work at Griffin for too long either.

After joining the headquarters, she was transferred shortly after, and then got into trouble not long after that, falling into the hands of survivors who were seizing weapons, and was finally saved by Renault.

Speaking of which, the time she worked under Renault far exceeded her time at other units.

"Cough, but this should be a heavy machine gun, right? I thought there wouldn't be anyone holding such weapons among dolls. Wow! Look at this big guy! And these .50 caliber bullets, if these were changed to armor-piercing rounds, dealing with those ELID infected should be a piece of cake, right?"

Simonov said, eyes lighting up as she admired the imprinted weapons nearby, picking up the M1919A4's ammo belt with envy.

This caliber was much larger than the MG3 they equipped on their powered exoskeletons, and heavy machine guns like this were also hard to come by on the black market.

Of course, it wasn't banned, it's just that these things were old items with a history.

Most of the new ones coming out of the factory were imprinted weapons for tactical dolls, and it was rare to find brand new or complete heavy machine guns on the black market.

As for self-production... would anyone dare to use what they made?

If the materials weren't up to standard, when used, it would either explode or explode. The fragments could leave marks on Simonov's alloy steel skull, let alone if it was a human...

Wouldn't it be a goner in a few minutes...

"Don't overthink it. It is a heavy machine gun, but the caliber is not .50. It's the same as the MG3, just elongated the cartridge to increase the propellant. Instead of idling here, you better go change your clothes. You're almost soaked in the bio-fluid. Don't you feel anything wearing it?"

"Hiss! This feeling! It's so uncomfortable! I'll go first!"

Hearing Renault's words, Simonov quickly opened the pain sensation module that she had just closed due to pain, and immediately felt a sticky sensation all over her body.

Without bothering to exchange pleasantries with Spectre M4, Simonov rushed out of the workshop.

On Renault's side, he took out the damaged parts of the three dolls in front of him, replaced them, and then put the three directly into the repair pods.

As for the neural cores of these three dolls, Renault didn't touch them. After all, Spectre M4 said they were Griffin's dolls, and it wouldn't be fair to delete their underlying protocols directly.

Of course, if these dolls couldn't return to Griffin in the end... it wouldn't be too late for him to make changes later.

Moreover, he already had enough dolls at home. A few more dolls... whether to raise or not wasn't a concern. The key was that he had just finished making four new doll bodies, and now four new dolls had arrived.

Busy all day making doll bodies, should he still implement his plan? Should he still accept commissions? Should he still upgrade weapons?

"Ah!?"

When Renault was replacing the parts of the three dolls, he only opened a small maintenance window, so the repair time in the repair pod was very short, only a few minutes.

The first to wake up was M1919A4, who directly exclaimed and sat up from the repair chamber, but unfortunately, bumped her forehead directly on the hatch of the repair pod, "Uh!"

AK47 and M14 beside her also woke up one after another, but the two of them were relatively clear-headed. At least they knew to open the hatch of the repair pod.

"Hiss! My waist hurts. Did I reincarnate again?"

AK47 rubbed her lower back, feeling the lingering pain, but there were no signs of injury when she touched it.

M14, on the other hand, looked around the workshop, seeing that it was similar to the Griffin combat command room, but with some strange equipment and a repair pod room added, scratching her head in confusion. "Where are we? Just now, I remember, it seems that something came out from behind the ruins..."

"Yeah, yeah, something came out directly and knocked us out. This place looks..." M1919A4 added, but just as she was speaking, she noticed that Spectre M4 was still eating leisurely with a bowl in her arms, and there was a cup of soda with bubbles on the table.

"Why were we knocked out, but you could enjoy your meal here?" M1919A4 pointed at Spectre M4 in frustration, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Gurgle! x2

The stomachs of AK47 and M14 beside her both let out wailing sounds involuntarily.

Hearing this deafening sound, Renault couldn't help but roll his eyes, "What, now Griffin doesn't even care if the dolls have a full meal before going out?"

Based on the direction these dolls were heading, Renault could roughly guess that these guys probably landed at the airport on the edge of the red zone and then walked to his factory area.

It wasn't far away. In terms of the dolls' pace, an hour was completely enough.

If they had just been resupplied before setting off, it was impossible to be hungry. Moreover, dolls should carry emergency rations for combat, right? So why would they starve themselves like this?

"Uh, um, Commander Renault, we set off from the headquarters and made several transfers at several airports along the way, which delayed us for most of the day, so..." AK47 said somewhat embarrassedly, but her eyes were fixed on Spectre M4's bowl.

Faced with the gaze of three companions like hungry wolves, Spectre M4 hugged her bowl tightly, and the chopsticks in her hand also accelerated as she scraped the food, afraid that these three would come over and snatch her food.

"Hmm? Do you know me?" Hearing AK47 calling out her name, Renault was somewhat surprised.

Could it be that Simonov was right, and this girl was the AK47 who used to work at Base 939?

"Ah, of course, although it's been a while, Commander Renault, I still remember you. By the way, how come you're here? I remember we were supposed to go to the Sangvis Workshop."

AK47 scratched her head, looking just as casual as when he first met her.

"This is my base, so of course I'm here. But what about you? What about your original commander, Peter Lenkov?"