Chapter 387: Better Early Than Lucky

"Tsk!"

Scarecrow, has she made up her mind not to come back?

Hunter thought as she pulled up the surveillance footage transmitted by the nearby Scout.

It wasn't far from where another member of the AR Team had escaped the previous night. It had been a whole night now; those Griffin folks were slow to react, they should be here by now, right?

But whenever Hunter thought of the AR Team, she couldn't help but think of Executioner who had left not long ago...

Did she see a ghost today? Two Sangvis Ferri elite doll reconnaissance team members jumping ship in one day?

What a joke! When did Sangvis Ferri ever have a concept of defection!?

"Heh, what? Can't accept seeing your comrades switching sides? Didn't expect the emotional processing modules of Sangvis Ferri's dolls to be quite rich."

Perhaps the expression of Hunter's inner turmoil was evident on her face, as AR15, who had been thrown into the corner behind, suddenly spoke sarcastically.

At this, Hunter furrowed her brow, her expression contorted, and she strode over to AR15, grabbing her hair to pull her up before slamming her down again!

Bang!

"Don't test my patience! I don't mind dismantling you into pieces before catching M4A1!"

"Heh!"

Feeling the pain of her face meeting the concrete floor, AR15 smirked, seeing Hunter's current loss of composure instantly eased her mind.

Seeing AR15's battered appearance, Hunter angrily flung her against the wall, then turned back to continue monitoring the situation in the area.

...

"Well, Mr. Voula has been sent back; all that's left are these goods."

"Alright, is the person okay?"

"No problem, limbs intact, aviation clearance procedures, any news? If there are no procedures, it might delay the delivery for a day or two." Renault hadn't had time to spray the aircraft with an invisible coating, and the roadside radar in the area could still detect them.

"Don't worry, everything's been sorted out, it's no big deal, very easy, I'll have that guy send you the electronic files for the procedures right away."

"Okay, it's best to find a slightly more concealed landing spot; I'll depart once I receive the procedural documents." Renault said a few more words before hanging up, and soon after, Griffin sent a series of procedural files to his phone.

"Haha! Didn't expect booze to be sold early in the morning here!" Executioner, with several bottles of alcohol in her pockets and several paper bags in her hands, walked back, followed by HK416.

"You better not get drunk early in the morning, or I'll hang you outside the aircraft to sober up."

Seeing Executioner stuffing all her pockets with alcohol bottles, Renault's face darkened. He was really seeing Simonov's gang gaining another drinking buddy.

But fortunately, this girl didn't drink like Simonov, who could gulp down vodka like water, at least she didn't chug down half a bottle in one go.

"Commander, got the procedures?" Seeing Renault put on his coat and stuffing weapons and explosives into the coat, UMP40 asked.

"Yeah, got them, if there's nothing else, let's prepare to depart."

"Already prepared! Let's go! Let's go!" UMP9, upon hearing this, UMP40 immediately ran energetically towards the tarmac.

After greeting Viktor and the others, Renault and the others immediately took off, flying northwest in the aircraft.

"This direction... Are we going to pass over Hunter's base again today?" Seeing the direction the aircraft was heading, Executioner scratched her head.

Was Renault doing this on purpose?

"This direction is the closest, and we can also see if your colleague crash today."

Renault was not sitting in the co-pilot's seat at the moment, but rather in the cabin, checking his toolbox.

"Crash? Seriously? Why are you so sure that Hunter will definitely lose to those Griffin folks!?" Upon hearing the word "crash," Executioner was momentarily confused, then immediately frowned after coming to her senses.

Scarecrow had gone too deep into Griffin's territory for reconnaissance. She was surrounded by a group of Griffin doll units without any support, there was nothing to say about that.

But she had only bumped into a human PMC's mech by chance, almost getting squashed, but Hunter was different!

That girl was not only in her own operational area, but she also had an entire Sangvis Ferri base of Sangvis Ferri doll reinforcements as backup, it was almost like a home game for her.

With numerous Sangvis Ferri units and Hunter's own agility, she believed Hunter wouldn't lose to those half-baked Griffin dolls!

Civilian dolls who just slapped on a fire control core and branding system to pass themselves off as tactical dolls, how could they be a match for Hunter!?

Hearing Executioner's words, Renault glanced at her.

He couldn't just tell her the plot had developed like this, and in the end, AR15 was fine, but Hunter got killed by AR15, right?

He could tell the other doll units at home; they would believe it, but Executioner definitely wouldn't.

After all, this girl didn't know he was a transmigrator.

"Then consider me as having forcibly recruited Hunter."

"Ha!? You!?"

Hearing Renault's bold words, Executioner was at a loss for words for a moment, then she gulped down a mouthful of alcohol, suppressing the astonishment in her mind.

When the aircraft came back to the vicinity of Hunter's base, Griffin had already launched their attack.

Not only were the doll units under Gentiane's command attacking, but many other Griffin commanders' units were also besieging this Sangvis Ferri base at this time.

However, these people hadn't managed to break through the outer wall of the Sangvis Ferri base yet, but inside the base, gunshots were ringing out, and the Sangvis Ferri units were actually killing each other!

"What's going on!?" Seeing this scene below, Executioner was stunned. She was finding it hard to believe as she looked at Renault.

"Commander, it seems someone has altered the Sangvis Ferri's identification codes; they can't recognize who is their own now." UMP45 squinted and observed the situation below, then spoke up to remind Renault.

In this chaotic situation, whether Sangvis Ferri or Griffin, or even Renault himself, there was a possibility of being attacked once they descended.

"Okay, got it, SPAS-12, fly above Hunter's head."

Hunter, trapped in AR15's trap and unaware of it, indeed suppressed her emotional simulation system, and there was still a significant gap in adaptability between Sangvis Ferri dolls and the ones produced by IOP.