Chapter 87: Trouble Personified

Interview? Since when did the local reporters bother noticing me?

"What exactly do you want to interview me about?"

Renault's hand rested on Nagant Revolver's shoulder as he pulled her back slightly. He surveyed the scene before him with a furrowed brow: a reporter wielding a microphone, accompanied by a whole team of photographers.

"Excuse me, how do you, as a security contractor employing tactical dolls, view the protection of doll rights?" The moment Renault spoke, the reporter holding the microphone lit up, smoothly directing her inquiry at him.

"Stop. I'm not interested in engaging in irrelevant debates here, and this isn't a branch of G&K. You'd be better off asking Griffin's employees about such matters. I have no intention of entertaining you. Goodbye." Renault could discern from the outset that this wasn't a genuine interview but rather a search for trouble.

As he spoke, Renault dismissively waved his hand at the individuals before him.

"Wait! Please wait! As fellow employers of tactical dolls, your perspective on doll rights is crucial..."

Seeing Renault turn towards the factory door, evidently intending to shut it, the reporter hastily raised her hand and chased after him, attempting to block the closing door with her body.

Click!

Just as her foot was about to step through the factory door, the sound of numerous gun bolts being pulled instantly froze her in place!

Inside the factory, more than a dozen dolls instinctively reached for their weapons upon seeing the reporter attempting to force her way in!

Confronted with the array of black gun barrels aimed at her head, the previously fearless reporter was startled, her microphone dropping to the ground as she stumbled backward and sat down heavily.

Even the cameraman, who had been trailing the reporter, trembled with fear upon witnessing the scene. But perhaps due to professional habit, he steadfastly aimed his camera at the factory door.

After all, the camera had been rolling since the reporter began asking questions, capturing everything from the initiation of the interview to the dolls aiming their guns.

"Alright, alright, no need to be so tense. Lower your guns; it's not a big deal." Renault waved his hand towards the dolls behind him, feeling that a break from their duties was necessary.

His dolls had developed a habit during their missions: whenever unidentified individuals approached, they would immediately raise their guns.

After all, during the recent transportation of goods, they encountered quite a few individuals disguising themselves as harmless refugees.

There was even one instance where they encountered what seemed to be an unowned doll. When P38 and BM59 went over to help, the entire doll exploded instantly.

Fortunately, both of them had already changed their chassis. They faced the attack without substantial harm, but the sensory modules on the surface of their bodies malfunctioned, with over sixty percent of their surface skin burned.

Seeing the reporter approaching from behind Renault, alerting the group of dolls, made them even more vigilant. If anything seemed amiss, they would immediately open fire.

Upon hearing Renault's voice, the dolls blushed, realizing that they had perhaps been overly tense, but they didn't lower their guns.

Bang!

However, just as the dolls were lowering their guns, thinking that Renault was going to speak kindly to the reporter and send her away, a gunshot rang out directly from Renault's hand!

Crack!

The camera carried by the cameraman on his shoulder instantly shattered into pieces, with fragments flying everywhere!

Some even directly cut his cheeks, leaving blood streaks.

"Although I don't know where you guys came from looking for trouble, now that you've seen it, hurry up and get out of my territory. Not everyone here is as tolerant as I am."

Crushing the dropped microphone underfoot, Renault grabbed the reporter's neck, lifted her up, and threw her out over the wall, directly smashing onto the roof of the interview vehicle parked outside the wall.

The cameraman also hurriedly ran out of the factory area, not daring to say a word, afraid that Renault would shoot him on the spot.

"Um, Commander Renault, will there be any trouble if you do this?"

Seeing Renault swiftly and neatly driving away these two malicious individuals, M1911 couldn't help but worry.

These two are reporters after all; will they spread some negative news about them after they go back?

"Trouble? Ha, our existence itself is trouble. There are plenty of merchants and rich people in this city who have cooperated with us. Why didn't any reporters come to interview before?"

Clearly, they knew that his side wasn't easy to provoke, so incidents like withholding commission fees had never happened to him.

After all, in the past few months, they had killed hundreds of infected, mercenaries, and thugs during the transportation of goods.

There was certainly no glory in it, but there was a certain degree of infamy.

In addition to the reporter and the cameraman just now, when talking to him, the camera was not aimed at him but at the group of dolls inside the factory, indicating that the interview was fake, and the real purpose was to find dolls.

As for the questions asked initially, it didn't matter whether he answered or not. If he did, it would be even better as it could provide these people with an excuse to attack Griffin.

"Alright, don't worry. If things get too bad, just run away. There's no trouble."

This... running away isn't considered trouble?

Hearing Renault's words, the group of dolls immediately felt embarrassed. When did running away not count as trouble anymore?

"What are you all standing there for? Go do whatever you need to do. What's the point of just standing here? Even if the sky falls, there's still me to hold it up, which has nothing to do with you." With that, Renault returned to his workstation and continued assembling the doll body parts on the table.

When he replaced the chassis for his own dolls earlier, he made extra parts, originally intended as spare parts. Now, they could be used to piece together a new chassis for CF05.

"Um... Commander Renault, did I cause trouble?" After the group of dolls dispersed, CF05 approached Renault with some concern.

After all, her resignation from Griffin seemed irregular, and just now she also noticed that aside from the reporter and cameraman, there were two people by the factory gate staring in her direction.

Moreover, they reported something on their communication devices. Unfortunately, the voices of those two individuals were not loud, and since she had already removed the fire control core and some auxiliary modules, her hearing was not as good as when she was still a tactical doll.

"No, it's just someone causing trouble for Griffin. Those people just wanted to use you, an active doll who ran away from Griffin, as an example." Renault pointed to the newspaper beside him.

The headline on the newspaper clearly read: 'Griffin's doll Rights in Jeopardy, Tactical dolls Unable to Endure and Run Away!'

Next to it was a picture of CF05, looking embarrassed.